#Chinese musicians

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Mysterious Lotus Casebook 蓮花樓

2023.09.16 concert video MASTERPOST

SONGS

Outside the Mountains 山外 ☆ Chéng Yì 成毅 - Zeng ShùnXi 曾舜晞 - Xiao ShùnYáo 肖順堯

Blades and Swords are but a Dream 刀劍如夢 ☆ Chéng Yì 成毅

Love of a Lifetime 一生所愛 ☆ Zeng ShùnXi 曾舜晞

Flourishing 繁華 ☆ Xiao ShùnYáo 肖順堯

Blooming Flowers Full Moon Night 花好月圓夜 ☆ Chén DuLíng 陳都靈

My Orange Glow 橘色暖霞 ☆ Zeng ShùnXi 曾舜晞

Road 路 ☆ Wáng HèRùn 王鶴潤

Chasing Light 追光 ☆ Xiao ShùnYáo 肖順堯

Turn 轉彎 ☆ Chéng Yì 成毅

One of Eight Billion Eons 八十億萬分之一 ☆ Chén YìHán 陳意涵

A Pot of Lotus Wine 一壶蓮花醉 ☆ Hú Xià胡夏

Those Years 那些年 ☆ Hú Xià 胡夏

Three Inches Paradise 三寸天堂 ☆ Yán YìDan 嚴藝丹

The World is Too Hasty 人世太匆忙 ☆ Yán YìDan 嚴藝丹 - Chén Yì 成毅

Land Under the Heavens 天下 ☆ Chéng Yì 成毅 - Zeng ShùnXi 曾舜晞 - Xiao ShùnYáo 肖順堯

Top of the Martial World 就在江湖之上 ☆ Ensemble Cast

Some EXTRA

The Queencard dance ☆ Ensemble Cast

Chéng Yì 成毅 backstage Vlog

Xiao ShùnYáo 肖順堯 rehearsal vlog

The jianghú fashion catwalk

Jiâo-jie's dreams come true

Pictures posts are under the actors' tags.

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Currently Playing

稷廬 / jì lú 山​與​客​聽 / MOUNTAIN, TRAVELER, LISTENER

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Apo again sang 月亮代表我的心 (The Moon Represents My Heart) at the Srichand event, accompanied by his personal guitarist Mile Phakphum. Many Chinese fans praised him for how much his intonation of Chinese words has improved even since October!

If you remember Mile trying to locate his capo in Taipei,

Apo just pulled it out of his pocket this time 🤣

🥺🥺🥺 mile's personal capo carrier

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

-Ode to Grief #3-

The concubine and the musician passed each other outside the king's bedchamber. It was past midnight. The musician was on his way in, and the concubine was on her way out. Both were carted around in a litter, although for very different reasons. 

Gao Jianli could not see her, but he knew a woman was there. He could smell her perfume and hear the creak of the sandalwood chair bouncing in time to the eunuchs’ footsteps. Her chair had only four pallbearers. Gao Jianli's had eight. That probably meant something, although he did not want to dwell on it. 

He wished desperately that he could see her face, to know what she might be thinking. How he wished to see a face. Anyone's face. 

The King of Qin amused himself liberally with the women, but they were never permitted to stay the night. He slept alone and kept a sword by his side. Gao Jianli knew this because the king had swung the sword at his face the first time he entered his bedchamber--to check that he was really blind. And he was, of course, so he hadn't flinched or even understood what was happening until a lock of his hair had fallen at his feet. 

The king had relaxed after that, and thus began their present arrangement. Gao Jianli would arrive every night, kneel at the foot of the king’s bed and play for hours and hours on end, not leaving until dawn crept in, the crickets fell silent, and the birds picked up their chorus.

It was not wholly accurate to say that the king slept with no one. He slept with Gao Jianli—and the musician suspected that he could not sleep without Gao Jianli. 

The king was drafting bills at his desk when Gao Jianli was announced and ushered inside. He could hear the rattling of the bamboo and the whisper of the brush. The faint smell of perfume still lingered in the room. 

"Ah, good evening, Court Composer! No, no, please don’t ke tou. I’ve told you, it makes me feel stupid when people do that while I’m in my underwear.” The servants led Gao Jianli to his designated mat. Another handed him the zhu--which had been locked away and inspected every night--and he clung to it like a drowning man finding flotsam. The bamboo drumstick and taunt silk strings had become the only things that felt real in this terrifying new world of shades and vertigo. He only felt whole when his instruments were safely in his hands.

“How do you like your new clothes?" said the king. 

"I’m sure they’re splendid, Your Highness, but I’m afraid their beauty is lost on me.”

The king laughed, “I mean, how do they feel? Are they comfortable? Easy to move in? I hope you don’t mind, but I had my tailor hem the coat a little higher than is proper so you wouldn’t trip over.”

“That’s very thoughtful, Your Highness,” Gao Jianli ran his hands over the zhu's wooden belly, checking it for any dents and scratches. 

“The colour is very becoming. You look like a proper Sage of Music now.” 

“His Highness does me too much honour,” No, no, no! Someone had tuned it wrong! The fourth string was painfully over-drawn, and Gao Jianli quickly eased it back, letting out a sigh of relief as the instrument was returned to its proper state. 

“I say! It’s drafty in here, isn’t it?” The king rose and bustled about the room. Moments later, something soft and heavy was draped over Gao Jianli’s shoulders—one of the duvets from the bed. The smell of perfume was stronger now. A large wooden table was dragged over to his left side, plates rattling. “Would you like a snack? Let’s see, there’s beef, lamb, swan, wild boar, abalone, shark-fin…Please stop and rest as often as you wish—good health isn’t something gold can buy, you know!” 

“I don’t want to eat.” 

“Some tea, then,” the king poured him a cup and blew on it gently, “careful, it’s still quite hot.”  

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The king settled back down at the desk and picked up his brush, although he was far too eager to resume his work. He watched Gao Jianli tune his instrument from the corner of his eye and played a little game with himself; what would the Sage of Music entertain him with tonight? The Kingdom of Yan, for all its sickening frivolity and excess, produced extraordinary artists. The fact that he had acquired their best and brightest star was just further proof of heaven's favour. 

The musician shunned the stand, preferring to balance the zhu on his knees. One of his little idiosyncrasies. It muffled the sound somewhat, softening each note into something indescribably sweet and inviting. 

Gao Jianli bowed his head, was still for a long moment, and did something he’d never done before. He opened his mouth and began to sing. 

The king was rather taken aback. Unlike his legendary skills with the zhu, Gao Jianli’s voice was not a thing of breathless beauty or a technical marvel. It was reedy and feeble, fluttering like a moth in the vast, high-walled bedroom. He had obviously been crying—again--and his nose was stuffy. And yet, the sound was still utterly bewitching. The king sat forwards, his hands upon the desk, struggling to catch the words. 

Wait. This was his song! Gao Jianli was singing Without Clothes, the Qin battle anthem. It was a simple, stout chant signifying the people’s willingness to go to war. The king had heard it sung by soldiers, a hundred thousand voices raised as one unified roar, fit to shake the heavens. He had never heard it sung like this, had never heard anything like this. This fervent, tearful whisper. The low, agonised keening of an injured beast. Gao Jianli touched the strings as if he was afraid they might break. The zhu in his lap wailed and wailed like a lost child. He played like a man in his death throes, gutted and slowly bleeding out. 

“How can you say you have no clothes?  I’ll share my coat with you. The king calls us to arms, I’ll prepare my axe and spear to fight with you.”

How can you say you have no clothes?  I’ll share my shirt with you. The king calls us to arms, I’ll prepare my spear and halberd to stand with you.

How can you say you have no clothes?  I’ll share my skirt with you. The king calls us to arms, I’ll don my armour and weapons to march with you. 

And just like that, the song was over, and the last note petered into silence. 

King Ying Zheng sat frozen in place, trembling from head to foot, unable to understand what he was feeling. His eyes stung, his throat ached as if it had been slit open, and his chest felt vice-tight. The closest he had ever felt like this was when that dagger-wielding madman chased him around the throne room, except this was much, much worse. It felt like someone had hacked off one of his limbs. Like a raw, jagged hole had been carved into his chest, leaving him hollow and so desperately empty. 

Ying Zheng’s first instinct was to have Gao Jianli dragged out and executed. No. That wasn’t enough. He needed to cut off the hands of every musician in the country and throw their instruments onto a flaming pyre. He was a fool to think he would be safe by taking Gao Jianli’s eyes. He should have torn out his tongue and locked that wretched thing away inside a box of salt, right next to Gao Jianli’s treacherous heart. 

“Play it again,” Ying Zheng said hoarsely. 

“No.” 

“No?” 

“It can’t be done.”

The king’s voice was dangerously soft, “can’t be done, or you won’t do it?” 

“Both, I suppose.” 

Ying Zheng was on his feet, scattering the bamboo books and brushes with a clatter. Hearing the commotion, the guards rushed into the room. The king held them off. 

“I have been more than lenient with you, Court Composer,” he hissed. “I have spared your life and given you the honour of serving me. I shower you with gifts and treat you with every courtesy, yet you have shown me nothing but contempt. First, you sing this seditious song and now you dare to defy me. You will play it again. Your King commands it.” 

Gao Jianli sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve, leaving a shiny trail of snot on the silk Ying Zheng had personally picked out for him. He was still weeping softly.

“Command the oceans to empty,” he said, “command the sun to run backwards in the sky. Command the dead to rise from their graves and bid them to speak. Once you have done all that, I will play this song again.” 

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Notes: the emperor's shadow has reached into my brain and rearranged ALL my neurones. here is the song gao jianli is singing. As you can see, I've changed the words slightly because my focus is on flow rather than accuracy. the biggest change is "the king calls us to arms" I've done it to give the song more immediacy and also to reflect the intent of the original "the king is summoning eager warriors."

[legendarytragedynacho]

Wang Fei Aka Faye Wong (王菲)

[v1oletbluegreenred]

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you were screaming at the evangelicals

they were screaming right back from what I remember

and you said ‘I will never be your vegetable’

because i think, when you’re gone it’s forever

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[iloveyoujohnnydepp]

Johnny Depp making his handprints and signature at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, CA (September 2005)

[yourdailyqueer]

Sofya Wang

Gender: Non binary - Genderfluid (she/he/they)

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: N/A

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Singer, songwriter, musician

[not-your-asian-fantasy]

Mindy Meng Wang is a Chinese/Australian composer and performer, masterfully trained on the traditional Chinese instrument, the guzheng. Born and classically trained in China, Mindy studied Western Musicology in the UK before migrating to Australia. Excelling in experimental music and improvisation, she is pioneering a new sonic direction for the guzheng. x

So beautiful! I highly recommend listening to her new EP “Kōng Emptiness”

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

作曲：青瑤

錄音：張洋

混音：徐曉暉

琵琶：青瑤

中國鼓：王佳男（著名國樂大師，中國歌劇舞劇院首席打擊樂演奏家）

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Yán YìDan 嚴藝丹

Singing 人世太匆忙 (The World is Too Hasty) on the variety show 開門大吉, just after YáoYao failed to recognize the song in the quiz game.

Also, the clip made by the show is so shippy FeiHua centered, I'm wheezing!!!

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

My modest collection of vintage ex libris / bookplates.

[karadin]

The " Chinese Andrews Sisters" - The Kim Loo Sisters were an American jazz vocal quartet popular during the swing era, the sisters began their careers as child entertainers in Minneapolis, Minnesota . During the Second World War they appeared on the Broadway stage and the Hollywood screen with actors including Frank Sinatra and were arguably the first Asian American act to star in Broadway musical revues.

Their father was Chinese from Guangzhou, Guangdong. Their mother was Polish from Buczacz, Poland, now Ukraine.

The Kim Loo Sisters made the transition from stage to screen with the Hollywood feature films. One of these, “Gee! The Jeep Jumps” was selected by the Library of Congress for their film archive.

Currently a musical about the lives of the sisters is being produced in St Paul Minnesota at the History Theater, a co production with Theater Mu

*not to be confused with The Kim Sisters who were a Korean-born American female vocal group who made their career in the US during the 1950s and 1960s

[higherentity]

[importantwomensbirthdays]

Yi-Jia Susanne Hou

Concert violinist Yi-Jia Susanne Hou was born in 1977 in Shanghai, China. Hou won gold medals from unanimous juries at three international violin competitions: the Sarasate competition in 1997, and the Long-Thibaud and Lipizer competitions in 1999. She has toured as a soloist with orchestras in more than 50 countries. Hou is also an advocate of music education, and launched an initiative to provide early classical music programming to underprivileged students.

[iloveyoujohnnydepp]

Johnny Depp attended Sleepy Hollow premiere at the Mann Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, California (November 17, 1999)

Re: Johnny Depp as Ichabod Crane in Sleepy Hollow (1999) dir. Tim Burton