It is already almost a month since, so I should probably document for reading in my dotage the set list for Leo Ku’s 19 Jan 2024 (yes I typed 2023 before catching myself; am still doing that occasionally) concert, which was in one of the high-ceilinged convention spaces at MBS. My brother is a fan from Ku’s very young acting days. Here we go.
- 劲歌金曲 [Loosely translated as “Golden hit songs”. Leo Ku has in his oeuvre two medleys, both over 10 minutes long. This was the mainly Cantonese one, and a staple in the Spotify playlist that I open when my brother is in the car.]
- 爱的解释 [“Explanation of love”. A Cantonese song from his oeuvre I had not heard.]
- 漂流教室 [“Drifting classroom”. Sort of about the lessons of love I suppose. This sounded more familiar – it is likely that a Mandarin adapation was popular.]
- 忘了时间的钟 [“The clock that forgot time”. A light, gently quick-tempoed song that is another staple in that Spotify playlist, though in a rock/dance arrangement that came across as stilted and not energetic enough. Probably reflected my own tiredness with singers arranging songs that I like in ways that I don’t.]
- 喜欢 [“Like”. Another light, gently quick-tempoed song but one that I had somehow forgotten to include in that playlist – that has since been rectified – but otherwise also in that rock/dance arrangement. Darn.]
- Can we try [Hadn’t heard this one. Not memorable.]
- 第二最爱 [“The second most loved”. The singer is speaking to a former beau, asking how she is, whether she is living happily now, whether she is still angry, whether someone else has given her a home for him et cetera. The song title does not appear in the lyrics.]
- 义海豪情 [“Righteous sea, heroic passion”. A song befitting its dramatic title, so a tad strange sung by Leo Ku, as he generally favours his falsetto.]
- 一生最爱 [“Love of my life” (to be clear, in the Chinese song title there is no subject, but “Love of life” or “One life’s most loved” – probably the most literal translation – sounds weird). Leo Ku did a very competent cover of this song (which is the ending theme for “A Chinese Odyssey”, a Stephen Chow remake of the Chinese literary classic “Journey to the West” with his usual jokes-that-you-have-to-be-on-his-wavelength-to-find-funny and physical gags and also Buddhist concepts that made me laugh out of my nose and also think), but the original, by Hong Kong songwriter Lowell Lo, which evokes longing and regret, and a version by Karen Mok, in which the instruments do more of the evoking, are to me superior.]
- 找到你是我最伟大的成功 [“Finding you is my greatest success”. Here he said that this song most described his feeling about his marriage. This was after he announced early on in the concert that it was his wife’s birthday and she was backstage and asked if the audience wanted to wish her a happy birthday. Duh! We sang her both Cantonese and Mandarin birthday songs. Leo Ku is a good guy.]
- 情深深雨蒙蒙 [“Romance in the rain” (or literally “Love deep deep, rain blur blur”). The theme for an old TV series of the same name that Leo Ku acted in got one of the loudest cheers of the night.]
- 爱与梦飞行 [“The flight of love and dreams”. The song was not memorable, but the set onstage came alive with some retro neon.]
- 罗马假期 [“Rome holiday”. Ditto.]
- Then came an interactive segment where Leo Ku asked couples in the audience to volunteer to come onstage to tell their love stories – how they met, et cetera. There were two couples. The first couple’s story was quite bland. The second: The guy worked at a sugarcane drink stall. The girl found him cute and wanted to get his number and went to order 20 drinks so she would have a chance to, but he was on leave that day. So she was very sad and went to the bar for drinks. At the bar, he walked in, her friend exclaiming, “That’s sugarcane, go, go!” This would have been a very awkward and risky segment if Leo Ku were not an awesome experienced good-natured compere.]
- 嗜好 [“Hobby”. To give an idea of how sweet this song is, one hobby is hugging you. And getting the flu on your behalf. It’s a good thing these songs are consumed aurally; change a couple of letters there and Leo Ku would be contributing to the diabetes incidence in the region.]
- 许愿 [“Making a wish”. Originally a duet with Gigi Leung. He sings it better on his own.]
- 好想好想 [“I want to so much”. Similarly, the singer wants to be together with you, count the stars in the sky together with you, collect the spring drizzle, listen to you tell old stories. And there is more in the song.]
- 欢乐今宵 [“Happy tonight”. Added to my Spotify playlist.]
- 爱与诚 [“Love and honesty”. Classic lyrics: Don’t be a lover. Be a cat, be a dog, be a pet, at least cute and attractive.]
- 地球很危险 [“Earth is dangerous”, about Earth being mad and messy and leaving this lost paradise and finding warmth and an oasis in space. This was the first time I’d heard a song referencing the state of our society with that kind of pessimism.]
- 爱得太迟 [“Loved too late”.]
- 必杀技 [“Finishing move”, about the singer’s former love asking how he is being a deadly finishing move. Weird sort of imagery for a ballad, which this is.]
- 情歌王 [“King of love songs”. The other medley in his oeuvre, the Mandarin one.]
Leo Ku’s series of concerts was called “I really like to sing”, and I think it showed in his cheeriness (in comparison to Jacky Cheung, whose repartee with the audience came across as professional stagecraft, and similar to Kit Chan, who was more comfortable with the audience and who also talked about the meaning of the songs she sang). At the end of Leo Ku’s concert, I took away very positive vibes and I found that sort of rare – I felt that I had seen a virtuoso performance at the end of the Jacky Cheung concert, and at the end of Kit Chan concerts, I generally feel a little nostalgic.
In December 2022, the night before I returned to Singapore from a work trip in Brisbane, I got some weird incredibly itchy swellings. Imagine the itchy swelling you get after a mosquito bite, but slightly flattened and not any redder than your skin. And spreading across your thighs and wrists. That’s what I got. Apart from itching, it didn’t seem to cause an issue. But it itched like mad.
I tested positive for COVID around that time too, with very mild symptoms. And recently I came across this, and now I can say with some certainty that it was COVID after all. COVID is so weird.
On Valentine’s this year, I realised that I was wrong about a phrase I thought that I knew and I could not be wrong about. I always thought that the sort of formal way to promise to do all one can is to say one would do something on a “best effort” basis. I discovered I was wrong only when someone who I knew wouldn’t say something unless he was sure about it said it was “best efforts”. I checked and he was right.
And I got very worried that if it had been someone that I did not hold in such serious regard, I would have ignored him and continued to be wrong. It does not bear thinking about.
This was probably late last year i.e. 2023, and after a good meal WK and I were discussing classic songs and realising that we remembered the lyrics to songs we hadn’t heard in yonks. One was 古皓’s 遍体鳞伤 (loosely translated as “Wounds all over”). Another was 黄大炜’s 你把我灌醉 (“You made me drunk” – this is an especially stunning recent version). 黄大炜’s ballads are amazing – only he could sing them – but in the very early days of a Taiwan talent show (before they were all Chinese), he sang with a contestant called 林宥嘉 (Yoga Lin) and 黄大炜 was so generous, and Yoga was so talented, and it was great.
(I’m probably going to have to gather my music-related t0-blog-abouts in a future blog.)
From January 2024: Wearing all black is not a good idea when there are mosquitos around. I can’t track them well enough to smash them with all that camouflage.
From October 2023: Are staycations still a thing? It would be good if they are – good for Singapore folks, good for Singapore businesses.
From July 2023:
- One’s answer to this question is telling – Is calling people their preferred pronoun a manners thing or a morals thing?
- I’m on my first Korean flight and finally realised that when someone says “break a leg” to someone going onstage, he/she is not just conveying well wishes, but the best of best wishes – the complete and essential opposite to the ill luck that would lead to one breaking a leg onstage.
- Milk chocolate is good with Chardonnay.
From June 2022: There was a farewell gathering with some former colleagues – one was heading to the US for his Master’s and hosting us for dinner at his place. I didn’t being anything for the dinner – even though I deliberately went to a Sheng Siong to see what there might have been to buy, I didn’t bring anything – whereas the others all did. It’s probably normal and right to get a token of appreciation for the chap hosting us. I really should have gotten something.
From January 2022: I subscribe to this YouTuber who produces a Top 10 list of tv series every year. In his list of top 2021 series, he said something like this about a Japanese series involving a struggling comedy team (the name of the show is 短剧开始啦, “Life’s punchline” in English): What the creator most wants to share with the audience is how we can accept being a normal person outside of the secular definitions. Faced with the comedy team’s dissolution after many years, Chun Do – one of the struggling comedians – is lost and confused. Shouldn’t hard work bring rewards? What would be the meaning of the past 10 years’ hard work if one gave up now? To that, Chun Hua speaks about her experience learning floral arrangements. She had come second in a national competition, but appreciated its meaning only 10 years later. “They asked me the name of the flowers in the arrangement in my shop. Coincidentally I knew them all, so I very smoothly answered. And the two women were very moved. I felt for the first time that I could express recognition to the me that had worked hard at this all this time.”
From November 2021: I have come to realise that I appreciate the energy of the young. That is something that even a slightly younger me would not have thought I would do.
On some night in August 2021, I apparently dreamt that a small dog had burrowed under my skin. In the dream, it was definitely a dog, small of course but the feeling of something burrowing under my skin was so disturbing and horrific and so real that on waking I had to pat my duvet all over a couple of times to make sure there wasn’t a real-life inspiration for the nightmare.
In July 2021
- I remember this one colleague but not her name. I can picture her – she is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and competent and pleasant – but I can’t remember her name. I can hear her voice – the accent, the unique lilt – but I can’t remember her name. Then in the mysterious way that one’s memory works, it reported – dusty from disuse but triumphant – that her name was C!
- Groupthink happens because we all want to belong, and it is important to have a process to mitigate that.
In September 2019, I heard an “Infinite Monkey Cage” episode that had this gem of a fact: The tyrannosaurus rex is nearer in time to the iPad than it is to the stegosaurus.
On the last day of 2018, and I’m sure on many other days, I wanted to express some appreciation for the guys working on the sky. On that day, on their canvas, there were streaks of clouds like light saber slashes. On another greyer day, one part of the sky seemed immovable even in the wind, like a piece of puffy but stiff meringue.
From April in 2017: I realise, reading a Donna Leon book, that there was a time in my life that I would chase down all of the books in a detective series that I was reading (in my mind it started with Sherlock Holmes, then Hercule Poirot (I didn’t really care for Miss Marple) in the old red brick National Library building, then Nero Wolfe), or heck all the books by a particular author (Dean R Koontz before he became known simply as Dean Koontz). That me would have chased down the Guido Brunetti books.
From 2016 (probably): Back when I frequented Starbucks, I would arrive sort of just as they opened, and so would a neatly but casually dressed bald old man, average proportions. He would unfailingly walk behind the pillar in the Starbucks outlet, so that he was out of view of the baristas but not to the passers-by looking in through the clear glass. And he would from one of those very common plastic bags take out a short-sleeved shirt and change into it – actually take off the shirt that he was wearing and change into the shirt from his plastic bag. The baristas acted as if they never saw him. I don’t remember if he ever bought any coffee.
Back when I frequented Starbucks, I used to have the egg white wrap, double-toasted – so yummy, but I eat it like a curry puff, so I don’t cut it into slices like popiah, and have to be careful about the hot juices flowing out.
From October 2023: I wish that, in every instance where a person someone deeply cares about and loves comes out to that someone, that someone would store the empathy that someone feels, and nurture it, and apply it like a tincture across this whole world.