CRAZY

"CRAZY"---it is a word I've heard from people talking about me since I was a kid…So in this article I want to talk about "CRAZY" to satisfy those people who like to use it to describe me…

Last night, Friday Oct.13, I had my best night in “Joyce Is Not Here” …don’t want to count how many drinks I had or I made for the musicians …don’t remember how wild I danced with them…but people say “you were crazy last night”

If something can make me crazy, it will be MUSIC!

"Bone table" is a new band, a mix of Australian, American, Chinese and English musicians. 4 people in this band and they have good music. Not sure who is qualified to judge about music…but for me, if the music touches me, if I feel the passion from the music, then it is good music.

Most people in our bar last night, I believe they felt how good it was…

If they couldn’t swing their body with music,

If they couldn’t laugh with music,

If they couldn’t sing with music,

If they couldn’t get energy from that 3 hour great performance,

Then they might still not be close to the music.

So, yes, we had a crazy night and Joyce was crazy again.

Since I was born, my mom has never taught me how to be like all the other people should be…I was only told, “if everyone opens the right door then you need to try to open the left…”

I thank my mom for making me thinking with both my right & left brain and beside she taught me all the good manners, she never tried to hold me…I love or I hate, I have no middle…Red or Black I have no grey…Hot or cold I hate warm…be worst or be best, I never can be so-so!

That is kind of people in this world…we suffer and we struggle but we are full of passion.

Same, we are like the good music.

Does good music know how to protect itself?

Does good music care about other’s words?

Does good music crushed easily?

Does good music not even speak up for itself?

“Bone Table” has good music.

I spent 4 years in Toronto and a few months I was in the bar with my ex-boyfriend…He is a great guitar player and he has good pieces of music. My days were wild in Toronto and nights were full of passion. Since I came back to Hong Kong, I have never gotten that feeling back until last night…

I love that drummer even I still don’t know his name yet…those beats shake my heart and I feel my soul is shocked. I love the Chinese girl base player…she is always calm but she is the important chain in this team…I love Adrian, when he sang or played guitar over his head, I felt I was almost back to Toronto, that “Chicago” bar…I love our American singer…when he played guitar on his back, I saw the wings of music were flying in this house…And I especially enjoy their communication…no rehearsal no warm up but they use eyes-signal to say everything and they understand each other like themselves.

And they respect, they behaved, they gave the mic to every member and they sang together as one…

They are original…came up with so many original songs “joyce is not here” definitely was the one that really touched me. They were loud but not noisy, they were strong but still tender…they were wild but full of rhythm… they were decent and elegant.

Yes I love them, I can’t only use “Like” to say my feelings, and yes I was crazy last night…the whole world is becoming unfeeling…the sky is full of materialism…people’s breath is all about pressure…why we can’t be a little crazy?

One day when we turn around to look back, does anything matter? No, nothing matters, nothing is a big deal, only you, yourself! 

Be yourself and be real, people have the right to comment, but you are always yourself!

Salut! For our crazy but short life, full of color and PASSION!!!