Hong Kong is no longer known for its shopping, the Star Ferry and a boys night out in Wanchai. Something quite magical happened here last night- The Hongkong Way- a dazzling light show of hands forming a human chain of positivity that wound itself through the city and all the way up to Lion’s Rock.
In a city where a “young musician” is usually hovering around thirty or forty years old, to watch some videos without the bells and whistles, but bristling with the untapped talent and potential of Case Sensitive comprising Hong Kong-based Australian teenage brothers- Saxon and Jarvis Whittaker- put a smile on this face. For a change, it wasn’t a wry one.
Living in Discovery Bay with their parents- Dad is my longtime mate and truly world class saxophonist Blaine Whittaker, Mum Gillian is a teacher and, well, runs a lot- there had been a few videos of the two brothers shown rehearsing that was alright for what it was. But, for some reason, going to their Facebook page yesterday and watching a couple of videos where they’re playing ‘live’, one saw a massive improvement in their playing skills and, what’s key, potential. Lots of it.
It’s about time management. But more about timing. Add to this what really inspires and motivates you to go out on a limb- and when- but with calculated thinking. Does the money matter? Money always matters. But there comes a time when it’s about “breaking from those chains that bind”. Leaving the Church Of Stupidity.
It’s like a marriage. If it’s not working out despite all the counselling and promises, it’s, yes, time. to move on. Time To Say Goodbye. Andreas Bocelli is singing about it right now.
It’s tough explaining horse racing to non-believers. Or to sceptics. You know, those who have already labelled horse racing as “cruel” and make you riddled with guilt for enjoying the pastime. How horse racing is a guilty pleasure. Something that cannot be enjoyed without there being strings attached. Something to keep under wraps. That doesn’t always work out. One gets found out.
Guess it’s like music. Those who refuse to admit that they’re swimming against the tide and not embracing the singers, bands and songs that one is supposed to just to be accepted. It’s like movies, too. Did I enjoy “Bohemian Rhapsody” and remake of the remake of “A Star Is Born”? No. And cannot stomach the song “Shallow” just as much as never having been a Dead Head nor part of the Woodstock Generation. It’s called individuality. Freedom of choice. Don’t follow leaders and watch your parking meters.
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It’s not LIKE starting with a clean slate. It IS starting with a clean slate. And a different mindset. About using everything you already know, sometimes the hard way which are the best life lessons, but adding new ingredients into the mix. Breaking from tradition. Moving away from déjà vu. Moving into déjà nouveau. Leaving Juarez when it’s Easter time, too. When gravity falls and negativity won’t pull you through.
Hong Kong today is finding it hard to move forward. Too often, its own past keeps it from letting go of what once was. It’s like a long term relationship.
By Hans Ebert
Often one wishes for that the Cha Cha was still in vogue in Hong Kong. Going back to watch those old black and white Cantonese movies from the fifties, there was always a scene in a nightclub where the lead actors were talking while doing the Cha Cha. It was cool kitsch.
For a while, there was the Offbeat Cha Cha which, one supposes, was trying to change something so simple and perfect for the sake of change.
The Cheongsam and the Cha Cha went together. It was sex on heels. All those gorgeous Chinese actresses like Lin Dai and those sassy Cha Cha moves.
By Hans Ebert
While Zac Purton chills out somewhere serving out the rest of his enforced holiday aka three day suspension, Silvestre de Sousa and Karis Teetan are apparently bobbing up and down to keep their rides on Dark Dream and Perfect Match, respectively.
Both riders were deputising for Purton at Sha Tin on Sunday, both won and both gallopers, especially the Frankie Lor trained Dark Dream, look like going to the uppermost of the toppermost, Johnny.
By Hans Ebert
In the end, it’s always about the money. And there’s nothing wrong with this. It’s nothing personal, it’s only business, though we now know this to be just a tag line and how, as Dylan once sang, “Even the President of the United States must sometimes stand naked.” Now there’s an awful visual.
Getting back to money, it’s what drives every business. At least today it is. Even the business of love and marriage. And horse racing. What’s the business model to horse racing? Create a race or races between a group of horses- a game of chance and consequences, where there’s big money up for grabs…if one wins. And there are various ways of winning. Some, not so obvious.
How one tries to get a slice of the winning pie is a form of business because there’s work involved. Even hobbies can become businesses. It’s about the money money money and millennials and oldsters and hipsters and more money money money and entitlement. And it works in different ways for different customer demographics. It involves the entire racing industry. Some racing clubs can be The Good Ship Lollipop. Others are The Titanic.
By Hans Ebert
Yesterday, popular record store HMV announced that it’s closing its doors in Hong Kong after being here for over 25 years.
A girl working behind the bar of a hotel lounge mentioned the news. In her late Twenties and early Thirties, she was talking about how her only store in Hong Kong to purchase music as a physical product- the CD- had gone. How streaming music and creating a Spotify Playlist was not for her. How there was just something “not real” about “this music”.
By Hans Ebert
Some of us see Jay perform with Jennifer Palor and the band at Adrenaline. The venue that’s a club at Happy Valley racecourse and comes alive every Happy Wednesday.
We’ve also seen him front various bands at the track’s Beer Garden stage. Some good. Some not so good. He can become a sideman. He’s adaptable. Aka versatile. He’s Jay. He’s Guitarzan Jay.