SWIMMING AGAINST THE TIDE

There are fans and there are artists. Fans tend to offer support and, most of all, inspiration. The artist creates. Hopefully, someone’s watching or listening or understanding what they’re trying to say with their work. Their work is their life and vice versa.

Art or being creative is not a 9 to 5 job. It’s 24/7. It’s not an exacting science. It’s born out of thinking outside the box because there IS no box. It’s something that cannot be learned. It comes from within.

Where and when do ideas come from? It really doesn’t matter.

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MIX, STIR AND SERVE

By Hans Ebert
@HansEbertMusic
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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.

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BEING DON DRAPER

By Hans Ebert
@HansEbertMusic
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I won’t ever stop creating. Creating, especially, music, but more and more being drawn to what some might label “indie films”. These days, it seems there’s a need for everything to have labels. It seems to give something relevance. It’s like today’s mot de jour: Ping- as in, “Let me PING you something.” Ping? Really? Hipster talk? Not another plate of warmed over waffles and clich├ęs?

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THE NEW HONG KONG MIX. FOLLOW THE RECIPE AND STIR, HKJC…

By Hans Ebert
@HansEbertMusic
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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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