Something are "doomed". In 1995 when i was a medical student spending all my time hanging out at basketball court, dorm and classroom, everything seems to be simple and meaningful until one day i coincidentally overheard a Cui Jian song called "Beijing Story" in a fellow medical student's dorm. it is funny what a man recollects, cause i can not remember first birthday present i received, when i sent first bunch of valentine day's roses, but i do remember the first time i listened to his music, this special sandpaper voice, and i got totally lost into this song, completely got blown away. five minutes later, i headed to a local record shop by bike for this album called Balls Under the Red Flag which turned out to be my first rock collection. In the following 10 years, i shopped loads of rock records , had been to lots of gigs and even formed my own rock band which disbanded after college. i love rock'n roll all these years, and i admit i have been heavily influened by him who really inspires me to be a rock buff. but it still remains, i have never been to his gig.
Destiny struck me one day ten years later when i was there, Wu Tai Shan Avenue where i sang along, brandishing my arms and cheering all the time. His bandmates did have a consummate technical command of their musical instruments leaving their performance an irrestitable strut and swagger, so did Cui who offers a catharsis which the band on stage and the audience really got. It is more than like giving standing ovation when the repertoire was done, things like that,it is about the total audience screaming for encore. When “nothing to my name”, the anthem of the tens of thousands of pro-democracy protesters who gathered the square that year were played as the first encore, everyone was relieved and sang along. it really brought back memories, my memories of those years when i got red hot blood, when i got tears.
Forever young, I want to be forever young
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