I love live music.
Last night I got to see one of my friends’ bands play – and I will have you know they are the best country and western band in Hong Kong – and it was great fun. They were followed by a very Dick Dale-esque group, El Destroyo, also local, and also very cool.
In general, I am loathe to hear, let alone use, the word “fusion.” I find it annoying on pretty much every level. But I am not sure how else to describe this scene… except maybe in the erudite words of Cher Horowitz:
“…a full-on Monet. It’s like a painting, see? From far away, it’s OK, but up close, it’s a big old mess.”
A tiny venue in Wan Chai, a crazy mix of business men, hippies, scensters, tourists, teachers, political activists, students and barflies, a country an western band led by a Glaswegian covering Johnny Cash and U2, and too much Tsing Tao.
It was a total Monet.
And after the sampan ride home… I drunk dialed my mom at 2 a.m.
Maybe I am the Monet.