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- MP3 file 320 kbps, 48 khz (Box)
- MP3 file 320 kbps, 48 khz (Google Drive)
- MP3 file 320 kbps, 48 khz (OneDrive)
- WAV file 48 khz 16 bit (Google Drive)
- WAV file 44 khz 16 bit (One Drive)
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About the Music
The name of the song is about memory. As I get older, long-term memories fragment and slip away; sometimes they resurface, bubbling up from the boundless sea of time; sometimes they simply sink and are never seen again. For many memories, I am unsure whether I am remembering the actual event or remembering a story that I once told or that someone once told me. Do I remember the house I grew up or do I simply remember its image from photographs? It seems that a lot of what I call ‘memories’ are merely faint and distant echoes.
The song was performed on a Korg M50 synthesizer and recorded using Cakewalk’s Sonar Home Studio. Unfortunately, I am not a piano player, so even a simple piece like this is terribly difficult for me to play. I had thought about returning to the first melody at the end, but it really stretched out the song (a little like the ending-after-ending of the Peter Jackson’s The Return of the King)
About the Photos
The photos are about something entirely different. These focus on the problem of homelessness in Hong Kong. The photos of the homes of the homeless were taken around Kowloon. Though Hong Kong is a rich city, there is a high level of income inequality. To compound the problem, even tiny apartments are expensive to rent and their is a long waiting list for public housing.
Quite a few people just fall through the cracks. Some of them cannot afford to live even in tiny ‘cage homes (www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2275206/Hong-Kongs-metal-cage-homes-How-tens-thousands-live-6ft-2ft-rabbit-hutches.html) while some simply prefer the freedom of the street. One thing that surprised me was that quite a few people were hanging onto useless little nick-nacks like Christmas ornaments and volleyball trophies, but maybe my surprise just highlighted my own prejudices. Why wouldn’t people want decorations and awards?
The photo set is here on Google Photos: Homeless in HK