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| Dreamy smile...
Dreamy smile...
Dreamy smile...
Thinking of Dreamy smile, Buddha Eye is flourished with the sweetest smile from within...
when will buddha eye see the dreamy dreamy smile again?
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| [HKinema] - My First Film Music Article on MagazineI'm sooooooooooooooooo excited, please support!!
第三期【HKinema】出版﹙隨第8期《香港電影》附送﹚
主題：香港電影音樂
主編語 羅展鳳
一個電影配樂家的觀察：從50年代香港電影音樂說起 金培達
香港國語電影配樂經歷與見聞 余少華
粵語武俠片音樂閒談 黃志華
中樂在香港電影中的運用 姚睿
向粵語武俠片致敬：周星馳《功夫》裡的中樂 古沛珺
譚家明《父子》中的古典音樂 李歐梵
香港電影歌曲的精妙典範 藍祖蔚
粵語青春歌舞片的盛衰 吳月華
《如果•愛》電影歌曲十面觀 孫楊
「音樂音響化」與「音響音樂化」：
關於《跟蹤》配樂的一些理解 呂甍
《PTU》的聲域設計：隱形的電影功臣 梅綺雯
香港電影金像獎歷屆最佳原創電影音樂得獎名單
香港電影金像獎歷屆最佳原創電影歌曲得獎名單
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| So... What's next?Lately I've met a group of fantastic people. They've reminded me of my long forgotten dream. They are the people that I used to dream of being... and they are now this close to me......
Remember six years ago, I watched <FAME>, my first musical in APA. Since then, I've started imagining myself working as part of the crew. Remember the time I've decided to do music in college, like I'm insane, people asked "what do you want to do for studying music!? You want to be a composer!? a singer!? a performer1? a music teacher!?!!?!" ...
"I want to do Art Management."
"OH! you want to be a pop star manager?"
"em... I want to work in the performing art industry."
What I had in mind was the fascinating musical industry.
Remember the past two years, I've been to London twice and watched four musicals, <Chicago>, <We Will Rock You>, <Mary Poppings>, <Stomp>...... (plus 2 in HK...) An interesting thought came up in my mind while I was on the way back to HK from London and put myself together for the final year in college. "Why don't I just get a job from here, the fantastic musical industry!?" It's not impossible, right? anyway, the point is I did not put it into action.
The idea of working in the musical industry seems to be far far far away from me. I just give it up. Even though I love dancing, I love singing, I love acting, I love the stage, I love the experience of being in a live perfromance... oh come on, forget about it. You are not for this... and This is not for you...
2 years ago, I was at the point in my life that I have to decide "what's next." What do I want to do after finishing my degree? Music administration? Let's work for 2 years and then do an MA in music admin in Aussie... em... I guess I'm not ready to work. I guess I don't need to study administrative stuffs. All I need is vision and knowledge. Oh! I'm terribly touched/crashed by the whole notion of Cultural Preservation in HK. ok Let's do something about it. I'm a sound sensitive person. Let's do an MPhil in Musicology. Let's study about the film music/sound in Hong Kong cinema...
Here I'm, half way through my MPhil. So is that what I've expected to be? Actually I didn't really expect anything... I just let it be... I've started imagining myself being the professor of XXX... finished a PhD on Soundscape in HK... it's all about writing writing writing... omg I've never imagined myself being a writer. That has long been the LAST THING I have in mind as a future career.
What have I done for the past 10 months? Write Write Write... and procrastinate. Procrastinate and then write. Procrastinate, procrastinate and procrastinate...
Is this really what I want?
grumbling grumbling grumbling....
bummer about "no music in the music department"
pathetic.
Is this really what I want?
just finish it and get the degree.
yes I know. and I'm sure I can do it.
and so what's next?
what's next?
is it too early to ask such a question?
what's next?
what do I want? | | |
| Human Sensorium - Sensorial Experience - A Night in California Bar " Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development,
invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears."
- Edgar Allan Poe There are always some kind of magical moment. You cry when you've seen a good show, watched a fantastic movie, listened to a piece of nice music, or attended a great performance. There are thousands of reason to be touched. Thanks to my sound sensitiveness, I can be easily tensed up by a simple bit of noise. I can also be easily touched by a simple tune, especially live performance... (forgive me, it's hard to put these into words....) Watching the friday jazz in California Bar becomes part of my life. I feel uneasy if I've missed it. Am I addicted? sort of... maybe~ On a heavy rainy friday night, stressed by works and words, I insisted on going for what I want and something that keeps me alive. Sure I have no regret for doing this. It's amazing. It was like a familiar scene from the movie. I'm touched, really touched. 5 musicians first time got together and played. 3 of them I've been seeing for over a month. It was a coincidence that I happened to know the pianist, Bob, half a year ago and this was the first time for him to play in this bar. I've never seen Gary, the drummer and Balu, the guitarist playing in such a good mood and spirit before. Gary told me, it's because of the pianist. Musical communication is something that you cannot really talk about but experience and acquaintance. I really enjoyed the moment seeing these guys thinking of what to play. Playing whatever came up in their mind without any pressure from the audience. Because of the heavy rain outside, there ain't much people in the bar. Those who happened to be there are genuine listeners. What a spiritual night. I'll always remember this, "Take Five", a classic familiar tune, being liven up by these fantastic jazz band. I love it. It "excites my sensitive soul to tears." Thanks god. This is the so-called sensorial experience that I always long for. An experience that liven up my sensitive soul. | | |
| TWO GLASSES OF WINEWhen
things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 glasses of
wine...
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly,
he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to
fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The
professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas
between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar
was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of
course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if
the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The
professor then produced two glasses of wine from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty
space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,'
said the professor, as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize
that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important
things; your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your
favorite passions; things that if everything else was lost and only
they remained, your life would still be full. '
The
pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and
your car. The sand is everything else; the small stuff.
'If
you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room
for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have
room for the things that are important to you.'
'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Do one more run down the ski slope.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first; the things that really matter.
Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the wine represented.
The
professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no
matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple
of glasses of wine with a friend. '
[Thanks, Chi Wai, for sharing this with me]
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