I will tell one final thing, about myself that is.
雅魯藏布江翻波浪
I have been watching in amazement. It turns out that people likely thought all kinds of strange stuff. I remember picking the name for that blog.
I remember. You freaks were frantically recording everything so you have the records.
And no. The thing I did in the end was looking at the mess and the colours in my head.
And I saw waves. Many waves. Many, many, many waves.
And therefore I picked that title.
I actually, contrary to what surely is popular belief, had never went through their recent history, or even listened to their music; let alone actually read a chapter of the CCP charter (by now I have done a bit of all of it).
Interesting, isn’t it?
Even I can’t believe it.
Here, of course, they are functioning on a somewhat different level. So when I was in my room practicing some old songs that have been mentioned on this blog, the Taiwanese hired some cool rap kids to do some angry dances in front of me at a local garlic rice shop.
I mean, then you simply have absolutely no clue what you’re dealing with, isn’t it.
They will remember their little display of the Taiwanese version of ‘genius’.
