re.discover　-麗影.欣然-

　

－－我覺得以一首向80年代美食ACG致敬的歌曲來說，

　　這首鄧麗欣的《中華冷麵》其實不錯。

　　日本人當年對中華文化的想像就是充滿這些偽皇宮、紅色旗袍女子，

　　也有懂得欣賞的人留言說這首「很swag」（台灣人說"很屌"的意思）。

　

　　批評的人都在炮轟歌詞像小學生寫的，

　　但，這麼「膠」又無厘頭的歌詞，是劇情需要，

　　如果有看過《伙頭智多星》(妙手小廚師) 或是《中華一番》

　　甚至只是《網球王子》、看過日本舊派漫畫家那些誇張的藝術手法，

　　就會明白歌詞裡的『閃爍艷光的菜刀』是怎麼回事了。

　

　　當然，香港的市場太小，喜歡非K歌的小眾更少，

　　要像當初的 F.I.R. 那樣玩《塔羅牌》之類的奇特風格，

　　就註定會製作出票房毒藥，音樂人只能聊以自娛而已。

　　Experimental music fans 如我，連 Sleepthief 也能接受，這首不算什麼。

　

　

另一首優秀在編曲，旋律也是有點舊，

像陳慧嫻《傻女》那個年代的傷心悲情小調小品：

　

　鄧麗欣 - 冷靜

　

－－不過，我從來不怕曲風老舊，

　　哪怕是真正陳舊的歌曲我也會去聽，更何況只是這種懷舊仿造品。　

　　是好聽就是好聽，

　　尤其是前奏、間奏的鋼琴聲。

　

歌詞就，小家碧玉被甩啊，

最老套但是也最安全的套路，

寫得也不算是特別差。

有時候，陳腔濫調反而帶來一種熟悉的安全感，

就像舊抱枕明知該洗了，卻捨不得拿去洗掉陪伴自己多年的氣味。

［這種nostalgia，不夠感性的人是不會懂的啦XD"］

　

當然，更出色的是分手姊妹花－－

同樣描述被甩但是語氣比較樂觀的《分手的禮貌》

還有痛定思痛慧劍斬情絲再前進的《分手的情書》。

這兩首簡直是有教育意義。

　

啊，還有《京都之雪》，我視之為鄭融《東京百貨》的姊妹曲，

同樣是懷念氣息滿滿的溫暖小品，同樣是櫻花戀(註定像花火般瞬間幻滅)的故事，

卻更甜美悅耳，意境也優美很多，千年古都跟現代城市就是不一樣。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　［↑ 陪我去的人註定不會是我家那隻XD"］

Walter Stoffel @ BC Barney sheepdog World

4/7/2019

Dogs and beer?! What does a beer fest have to do with a dog rescue? You’d be surprised. I think I’ve found a new target market for Lance: A Spirit Unbroken—beer drinkers that love dogs or, put another way, dog lovers that drink beer. Last Saturday, I drove two hours to offer my book at an event—the Kulpmont100 Beerfest.  Things didn’t start off on a positive note. I missed an exit early in my drive, absent-mindedly continuing on a road that takes me to my day job on weekdays. After getting back on the right track, I got stuck in a traffic jam. I showed up just minutes before the event began and rushed to get everything set up. A half-hour into the event, the skies began to darken. Then came strong winds quickly followed by torrents of rain accompanied by thunder and lightning. I had all to do to keep my tent from blowing away. I hunkered down underneath it, holding on for dear life to one of the tent poles. My coffee thermos got blown off my table and rolled away, never to be seen again. Custom bookmarks were soaked beyond repair. My flyers suddenly became “gone with the wind.” While I clung to my tent hoping that it would not be blown away (and me with it!), the attendees of this event remained safe and comfortable just yards away, protected by the huge roof of a pavilion. Sheltered from the downpour, they continued to do what they came there to            do—sample beer. As the storm carried on, the thought occurred to me: who got me into this mess? Why, Lance of course! No Lance would have meant no book which in turn would have meant no rained-on beer fest. I thought about all the times on our hikes I wound up stuck in foul weather—weather that never seemed to bother Lance. If he had been with me last Saturday, I’m sure he would’ve been having the time of his life. The rain contined to come down in sheets. I remained hunkered under my waterlogged tent, faced with having to pack up my goods and schlep to my car, all in the midst of a monsoon. Just when it looked as if the day was going to literally be a washout, the storm abated and the sun began asserting itself. I resurrected my tent and put what remained of my goods in order. I was back in business. People began leaving the pavilion and many of them headed toward me. That’s when things took a turn for the better. This would become the most unusual book signing I’ve ever participated in: One—A lady strolled up to my table and began petting the front cover of the book as if she was actually petting Lance. She did it in such dramatic fashion that it dawned on me she was under the influence. She bought a book and convinced her two friends, also a bit tipsy, to buy e-books on their phones. Two—Another lady came up to me and asked “Is this book going to make me cry?” That often is the kiss of death as I cannot in good conscience tell people that they won’t shed a tear or two reading Lance’s story. However, I held the book for her and asked her to read the next-to-last paragraph from the book blurb on the back cover (that’s where Lance’s quirkiness is described). She said she was not up to it and I wound up reading the paragraph to her. When I was done she said, “I’ve decided you are a kind soul.” She bought not one but two books. Three—Still another lady wobbled up to my table and announced, “I just lost my dog.” I replied, “I’m so sorry to hear that. When did it happen?” She responded, “Oh, about an hour ago I guess.” “How are you handling it?” I asked. She said, “Fine.” Her response was so blasé I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly so I asked, “Your dog died?” You lost your dog?” “No!” she responded. “I lost my glass.” She was referring to the complimentary drinking glass attendees were given as they went from one beer vendor to the other. She had mistaken me for a beer crafter and approached me to get another glass.. When I explained to her what I was offering, she stumbled off to the tent next to me where her needs were met. For the record, no book purchase. For the first time in my life I found myself surrounded by some 200 people that were under the influence. Certainly, it was the first time in my life I was sober and found myself surrounded by some 200 people that were under the influence. All in all, a very surreal feeling. I left the beer fest a bit ahead of everybody else. I didn’t want to leave surrounded by a swarm of gas-fueled cars driven by alcohol-fueled drivers. Lance got me into a lot of unique situations while he was living; his spirit continues to “hound” me!