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.
A friend was keeping me company as I watched the cricket test match between England and India where the latter crumbled like soggy papadums after the dismissal of their captain Virat Kohli.
We had been watching the match for three consecutive nights and it didn’t take her long to understand the rudiments of cricket. Being a lawyer, she’s no airhead. During the intervals for lunch and tea, we had talked about where to go out for dinner or a late night drink, but just how “monotonous” it all is these days. And how boring most of the people we meet can be. Negativity is contagious. Who needs it?
When the majors talk about the money they’re making from the streaming of music, they’re not lying. It’s more than a good soundbite. Where the real truth lies is that only around twelve of their most important artists with big back catalogues that continue to sell and are protected by armies of legal crossfire hurricanes share in the financial repast. And even though those golden days of these artists are spluttering to an end where even the Asian region which used to take in any touring act from the West are now saying, Thanks, but no thanks, there’s that association through name. It’s an attractive magnet for similar deals and ammunition for the future in case anything new might come up.
Where things are on hold right now is that the old business mantra of “It’s the economy, stupid” is baaaaack. Today’s consumer has a much greater choice of everything than ever before, and music is being pushed further and further back. It’s not important anymore.
The problem with today is that everything is so immediate that nothing really matters. There’s no lasting power. It’s a dangerous time to be alive because not many appreciate being alive. Life has become a buffet- sampling everything but still being hungry for more when often there’s nothing more. And it’s this hunger to be constantly fed clutter that has made so many lose sense of priorities and in the process left feeling lost and restless.
When minds snap through feeling lost and restless, they go hunting for anything to feed this addiction. We read everyday what this voracious appetite to feel something leads to and the mad aftermath of it all. But by then, it’s too late.
See, we’re allowing in so much of everything into our minds that we’ve lost all sense of prioritising what really matters because of this ridiculous need to stay informed 24/7 through social media and 24-hour so-called news channels where the most absorbing programmes have to do with cooking.
It’s why so many have stopped creating. Sure, they doodle on the fringes of creativity, but where’s the beef? Most of the time it’s clutter that’s somehow on our timelines taking up quality time as we check whatever apps are on our “smart phones” to dumb us down even more because, whether we care to admit it or not, many of us are slaves to technology. This can be fought by killing the enemy within and tame bad habits.