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Dou Wei & the FM3: "The Story Between the Mirror and Flowers" (2004) 01. Flowing Water 1'11" the musicians: Dou Wei & Fm3 (Zhang Jian,
Zhao)
Foreword -- "The bright green brook runs far away, This is the eternal sanctum I expeted after the last revel with the armored concretes in this city, although i knew the two-hundred-storied-skyscraper hasn't got its groundwork yet, and the sixty-driveways highway hasn't got its blueprint yet, everything out of everything is left undone, but my ears kept reminding me of my frazzle, so i remembered a middle-aged man who has gained weight, so i remembered he casually sprinkles music notes on the copper-mirror and the flowing water, so i bathed myself and forgot all my worries and sadness, just leaned on the bed and waited for the nirvana. Listen -- Forget the luring scenario, open your drowsy eyelids and then close them again, there's no one talking into your ears, the flowing melody runs out of silence into the air, the Faeries Of Flowers are having their siesta, then you see the Goddess In The Moon sigh to her own reflection, the butterflies are dancing intoxicatedly, one step on the "brook", thousands of years on earth, that is the first track "Flowing Water". "The flowers should bloom overnight, do not wait for the dawning light", and the flowers couldn't resist the temptation of the flowing water in the brook, and embrace the ruthlessness with passion. So the ruthlessness and the fallen flowers are the common fate of life, that is the true meaning of "Fallen Flowers". I just learnt that Portishead is from the inland, Bristol has become their settling place, dance! dance! Lower my head and I can see the sky reflected in the water, and the coffee clears the mist, when the Faeries Of Flowers fall in love with pop dance, what's the difference between heaven and earth? That is the third track "Dance". The village with a brook surrounded, wooden doors ajar, it's all so close; completely silent, the moonlight shines ethereally, it's all so far away. Actually it's hard to define close from far , the musicians: Zhang Jian dances with sleeves waving, Dou Wei hits the drums like heartbeat, whether it is "Far Away" or not, it's all your call. Eventually we hit the road under the starry sky, when we go far enough we shall know the proportion or definition between close and far, we travel with foods that's made of Trip-Hop, a few odd coughs as sound samples, we tramp improvisational steps, with water flowing, with bugs buzzing, while the moonlight is still bright, while it's still too early for the sunrise, while it's a good time to "Hurry On The Road". "Sleeping During The Voyage" is a performance-art with the body motionless and the soul stirring, it is the physical inertia after transcendency, it is the metempsychosis after vanity fair. Peachblossoms couldn't stop the Spring breeze, and the Spring breeze clears the dust on the traveller. The steam train is coming, carrying money-machines that are made in America, carrying bongos from some Latin tribe, carrying the balderdash of Zhang Jian and the remorsing tears of Mr. Juan Sheng (a melancholic protagonist in the famous Chinese novel "The Lament" by Lu Xun). But, someday, we will watch it go away, dim as the sunset, in the moods of "Lament". "Ponder" is the continue track of "Dance", we sat in swivel chairs with tall backs, listened to Dou Wei playing his favorite music. It repeats in every eight bars, it's longer than life, when the dragon howls and the clouds convolute, I'd whistle a pitch or two... Postscript -- That's the music from "Rekindled Story Between the Mirror and Flowers" (2002), which was the original version of the new release, nine clips off the original version had been spreaded out on the internet since 2002, due to Dou Wei's former fame. Early in 2004, following the good selling of "Mu Liang Wen Wang", the long awaited album has been officially released finally, added with some poetic track titles, but withdrawed one track from the original version. But I wouldn't mind as long as I can listen to Dou Wei's music, all I have to do is throw myself into the mood and atmosphere, one track is not too few, ten tracks are not too many. Of course there would be listeners who would pretend to like, or
fall asleep, or pedantize about it, or simply can't get it. If you
really want to know, what kind of music is this? Why there're so
many fans? All I can say is, the best listeners can discern sweet
from bitter in fallen flowers and flowing water, that might sound
intriguing, but that's the gist (written by: Ai Di Ren, translated by krazy) |
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