HAVE A HAPPY WEDNESDAY AND ‘SCUSE ME WHILE I KISS THE SKY…

Of course, we’re creatures who are riddled with quirks- like petty annoyances that have to do with, well, stupidity. A particular peeve is hearing someone say, “it’s raining outside”. Of course, it must be raining “outside”. When does it ever rain inside? Anyway, it’s been raining outside most of the day. More rain is forecast. For outside. On, by the way, what would have been Bruce Lee’s 78th birthday. Maybe the sky’s crying for Bruce and Brandon.

Today’s also a Happy Wednesday at Happy Valley racecourse. Some enjoy hanging out at the Beer Garden and singing and dancing in the rain. Everyone has their own bouts of weirdness. Maybe some will still be celebrating what would have yesterday been the 76th birthday of Jimi Hendrix. We sure don’t consume music like we used to when music kept that long train running. That’s for sure. That long train has been derailed. Even The Marathon Man has stopped running. Still, great music by great musicians live on. It keeps us honest. To ourselves.

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GET BACK TO WHERE YOU ONCE BELONGED

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There’s that opening chord to “Hard Days Night”. That “naughty chord”. Some of us are still trying to figure it out. Same with the chords to many of their other songs.

Being left handed, McCartney tuned his guitar differently. Strung his strings “upside down”. Was this how he was seemingly able to pluck such wonderful melodies out of thin air?

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ALGORITHMS IS NOT MUSIC, OK?

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Let’s try to make some sense out of all this. Or at least find solutions. We know the problems. One major problem: Unless a (Sir) Lucian Grange, or a Simon Cowell, Jimmy Iovine, Jay-Z, perhaps Daniel Ek- or any of the other big Poohbahs in the music business- and those established artists who were complete unknowns with no direction of home until plucked from obscurity by those with the intuitive A&R skills to hear something special in their music, many very good artists fell through the cracks. Or else didn’t become as big as they should have.The band Low Millions come to mind. And Athlete. Starsailor. Placebo. Moriarty.

So many great talent from Denmark led by Nephew.

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THOSE SONGS THAT SOMEHOW LIVE WITH YOU (AND WE’RE ALL DIFFERENT)

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Some make it through the rain, some fall by the wayside. A few make comebacks for whatever reason. A sync deal for Pringles. Included in a movie. Or television series. Or have always been there. But in the Lost And Found of one’s mind. Words that can’t be deleted.

A song about the one who got away. The one you let get away. Slipped through your fingers. Butter fingers. The one who wore your ring.

That song that meant everything about another time. And which suddenly is more relevant today.

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OPENING THAT FRONT DOOR AND MINING THOSE BACK CATALOGUES

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It’s not always about finding new talent. It’s often about going back in time and revisiting that back catalogue.

It’s like being Indiana Jones. It’s about rediscovering those gems lying there dormant. All the great music that’s still relevant. Often in a different class. With legendary back stories. But unknown to at least two generations of music fans. It’s all about embarking on a wonderful journey of discovery. Making up for lost time. And lost musical notes. It’s reviving that Indie spirit.

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TEN SONGS ABOUT THE GOOD, BAD AND FUGLY ABOUT THAT CRAZY THING CALLED FRIENDSHIP

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The “best” of anything is something personal. Especially when it comes to friendship. No two friendships are the same. They go off in different tangents. And meet up somewhere else.

Songs kinda help to understand this. Make some sense of it. These often highly personal songs. Even the mawkish ones.

In this world of supposed sharing and engagement, here’s my list. For whatever reason. Your list? That’s in your head. But mainly in your heart.

Sometimes it needs to be heard. Aired. There’s always a healing process hiding in there. Even though you might have to cut yourself open to find out.

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IV OF SPADES. A WINNING HAND. FRESH FROM THE PHILIPPINES.

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It’s a little reminiscent of Hansen and when “MMMbop” first hit the public consciousness. Young was being sold to especially pre pubescent girls. Not by a solo act. By a pop group- three brothers in fact- who could really play. They still can. But time and age often change everything.

A few years after Hansen came all those young Disney acts riding on the success of High School Musical. Yeah.

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IT’S TIME FOR SOME FUNTING

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It was exactly what was needed. Fun. Infectious fun. So infectious that the dancing magically morphed into a conga line. And all this taking place at a racetrack. At the venue known as Adrenaline of the Hong Kong Jockey Club.

The last race had been run and the international group of young millennials from the Beer Garden had been making their way up to Adrenaline to kick on before the last two races had been run.

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JENNIFER PALOR AND THAT ADRENALINE RUSH

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One can’t categorise Jennifer Palor. She sings songs. All types of songs. But what makes her special is that she interprets them in her own style. And what’s her style? It cannot be defined. It’s what makes her unique and the most in-demand songstress in Hong Kong. She’s also no pushover.

There’s the onstage Jennifer Palor. And there’s the extremely professional singer who doesn’t suffer fools gladly. She can easily handle not just being a female in an often male dominated industry, but taking control and winning the respect of everyone. She’s no one’s fool. She’s her person. She also knows how to have fun. And win.

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SIMON FULLER AND THE SAME OLD STORY OF NOW UNITED

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My daughter Taryn was fortunate enough to work for Simon Fuller. It was for what was then his fledgling artist management company called 19. This was when the company was busy trying to break the very poppy UK group SClub7.

Actually, the pop group had made it. Kinda. They had their own television series. Rachel Stevens especially looked like making it as a solo artist. She had the looks. Something like a young Victoria Beckham.

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