Last Saturday night, I watched a concert at the Red Hall. Some people may say, it's just a concert, what's so strange? After clearing the level, many groupies are willing to spend money to buy three hours of happiness in order to make up for the regrets of the past three years. As a result, concerts in Hong Kong have become commonplace again. But it's still strange to watch five people over 300 years old sing for a full three hours, right?
After 7 concert tours in a row, we were lucky enough to catch the extra show
So, when my friend said he wanted to invite me to watch the 50th anniversary farewell concert of the Wenner Band, as a veteran fan of songs, I immediately agreed.
Ten minutes before the opening, we walked quickly across the overpass to the Red Hall. The moment it flows into the crowd, it is false to say that it is not shocked. The average age of the audience is over 60 years old, and there are many elderly people with gray hair and a squat back. Stream with us to the various check-in areas. I looked around, and it was no exaggeration that the youngest person present was probably the two of us.
Sold-out
According to a colleague who went to the third performance, after the concert ended at half past eleven, after telling her friends, she shook her head: "How is it possible, that's five old people!" With the attitude of doubting the letter, at about 8:25, a song "A Thousand Years Unchanged" kicked off the concert.
Because I wanted to save some money, my friend only gave me the opportunity to be a friend at the top of the mountain.
To be honest, middle-aged and elderly people chasing the stars are not losing at all. What about the top of the mountain, unlike me, who only widens my eyes and tries to see the screen clearly, the pink-clothed aunt next to me is holding a telescope while looking at the five suit friends on the stage with a satisfied smile, which is obviously more professional. Looking down, rows of elderly people are busy recording videos with mobile phones, or using the old machine mode adjusted to the largest font size.
There are no signs, no glow sticks, everyone just wears the bracelet issued by the organizer. After hearing Principal Tam (Alan Tam) turn us red, we followed the rhythm of "This Song" and raised our arms in unison and swayed from side to side regularly. Shamefully, I, an office stinger, had to let go of my sore hand without shaking it a few times. I could only watch with envy as the elders, who were older than me, did not have any fifty shoulder troubles swaying into a happy red wave. There is even a uniform response.
As soon as the song "Sha La La La" came out, the audience clapped their hands and the atmosphere was very high. It is worthy of being praised by them as the divine comedy of prenatal music! (Our Cantonese prenatal education is these songs!) There are countless wonderful moments, compared to the more well-known Principal Tan and Brother B (Zhong Zhentao), several consecutive solos by Jian Tsai (Peng Jianxin), Chen You's drum kit solo, and Yip Zhiqiang's guitar rap have all given me unexpected surprises.
It's a pity that I was fascinated and forgot to take a video, so I had to find a picture from the Internet.
I usually call myself the Hong Kong Music Encyclopedia. But in the face of many of Winner's old songs born in the 70s and 80s, this title is still well deserved for me. I can only listen to a new song with my equally confused friends. I lost the joy of singing along, but I also gained the surprise of realizing the treasure song.
In order to allow my family in the mainland to watch it in real time, I recorded almost every song and uploaded it to the family group. The Internet ran at a fast pace, and I managed to upload two or three, and I asked my father curiously: "Have you heard all these songs?" He quickly replied with two words: "I've heard it." "For a moment, for some reason, my eyes were a little moist.
It's like traveling back in time to your father's youth and seeing the scenes he had described before: long hair, a white shirt with a blowing back, and asking a neighbor to borrow a precious guitar. Learn how to pluck the strings while listening to music on the radio. It was the golden age of Hong Kong's music scene, and my parents' generation, including mine, grew up with countless popular melodies. As life is piled up with firewood, rice, oil and salt, the once vivid youth gradually blurs. But when the rhythm starts, we can still sing familiar songs along with the drive of our body memory. Just as we always want to go to Eason Chan and Joey Yung's concerts to be nostalgic, the older generation also has the youth they want to miss.
For example, the pink aunt next to me. My aunt was quiet the whole time, and I looked at her quietly a few times, and I couldn't help but wonder: On this night, is it rare for her to unload the burden of life and finally have time to enjoy her own good time? It's not anyone's daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, or grandmother, none of these identities have anything to do with her tonight. She took two tickets to enter, one for the concert and the other for a trip back in time. Many years ago, the young and handsome Wen Na Wuhu was the idol of young girls, and her aunt must be one of them. Maybe she shared poster stickers with her classmates, or maybe she stayed by the TV just to wait for a stage where the pixels were not high-definition.
Many years later, when she sat next to me, when she heard Principal Tan sing "Weaving", she whispered: "Ah, he hasn't sung this at a concert for a long time." Then she chanted intently along, never taking her eyes off the stage.
There was another scene that impressed me. Sitting in the row in front of me, an uncle brought his teenage daughter. Contrary to his daughter, who was already sleepy in the second half, his uncle leaned forward like a chicken blood. I can't wait to take off my glasses and fly to the infield to shout Encore at close range. What is called light in the eyes, they are!
The concert ended at half past eleven as scheduled. The friend who was slapped in the face sighed that this group of viewers usually went to bed at eight or nine o'clock, and today is equivalent to staying up for three hours at night! What is this not true love?
The city of Hong Kong gives me a wonderful feeling, age is always just a vain number. Take the five tigers on stage, for example, although they ridiculed themselves from five black-haired teenagers to five old people with Nale Yuka. But at this age, he is still willing to get together and do touring, and without a good body and mentality, he simply cannot achieve this feat. Moreover, they broke another record and became the singer with the most concerts in the Red Hall. Every time you open it, it is a new breakthrough for yourself.
The new song "From the Beginning to the Present" adds many elements of their old songs
Offstage, there is wine today, drunk today, what does it matter when they reach the age of grandparents? The willingness of the elderly to spend money to buy happiness is more worthy of respect and admiration. At the end of the concert, my friend told me that she still wanted to go to the Love Love Huang Classic Concert in September and asked me if I wanted to join me. Aren't there a lot of "old cakes" again? So, without hesitation, I replied: "Go, of course I go!" "#大湾区寻宝#
(The author of this article: Two Rice Buckets)
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