9/3/2005 Transcribed Night Ended. The attendance is quite good, with warm responses. Thanks for all performers and helpers. Thanks Kuno’s preface, OP’s recording, Vicky’s video and Cherry’s “artistic” photos!
Here are some of the photos on that day:
Actually I didn’t feel much stress during the concert, nor did I feel much joy after it. My heart is just as calm and unmoved as usual. Making a concert seems a small thing now. There is still much work to do.
Writing and proof-reading program notes had been a long and clumpsy task. I felt the urge to improve my English.
It is good that we still have the energy that amateurs have, which attracted our close friends to come. However, our performance standard is amateur too. Tempo / pulse is unstable, piano tone color is not well controlled, intonation problems is not uncommon. I liked the idea that music should be playful and enjoyable. It is fun to be amateur. However, rather than incapable, the amateur performing standard shows that we had not practise enough . Busy we’re not, “distracted” is the real cause.
I becomed “busy” because I didn’t want to lose any chance. I greedily accepted any job offer I could get and promised to do things that I cannot fulfill. I have often failed to meet deadline, and have often produced poor-quality products because of the tight and scattered time slot. With so much work in hand, my focus is distracted. I could not concentrate in making one and only one high-quality product. On the contrary, I have been producing lots and lots of gabbage.
Hong Kong is a busy society. Many people do more than one job at the same time. One may say that Hong Kong people are hard working. But the truth is, we are too greedy. Capitalism aims at nothing. There is never an end to expanding, wanting more and more. We are not aiming at producing things that we enjoy, but capitals that helps us to make more capitals …. Everyone wants to climb up the social ladder and afraid of losing “chance”, afraid of being knocked out in the game.
All I want is sleep, and free myself from the cage I bounded myself.
Busy people cannot sense any happiness or sorrow. They are simply worn-out. They eat without sensing what is eaten, read without understanding what they’ve read. They are “walking corpse”.