Hong Kong
Shanghai - Hong Kong 1.220 km
Saturday, 2005/11/12 Arrival in Hong Kong
Sunday, 2005/11/13 1st Concert Hong Kong Cultural Centre (Eroica)
Monday, 2005/11/14 2nd Concert Hong Kong Cultural Centre (Heldenleben & Asyla)
Tuesday, 2005/11/15 First day off
Wednesday, 2005/11/16 Continuation to Taipei
Weblog entry 2005/11/15, Klaus Wallendorf
After decades of global performances, the experienced tour musician tries to convert energy used up during the day on an educational sightseeing obstacle course into unstoppable joy in playing during the evenings at the music stand. Judging by the audience reactions, we are completing a very successful tour, and I hope we come back, because there is still so much we haven’t seen.
Maybe we can find some of the things we missed in Thomas Grube’s film Trip To Asia. At any rate, the constant presence of the film team makes me virtually unwilling to imagine another tour without these personable chroniclers. They are apparently everywhere, so I’m not surprised that the sound-obsessed recorder Simon S. is searching on top of skyscrapers for new auditory impressions.
Weblog entry 2005/11/16, Alberto Venzago
Today they really play like angels. Pure energy. The concert is broadcast live on three screens around the cultural centre. With the Hong Kong skyline as a backdrop. Millions of lights are reflected on the water. And in the middle of the “Adès”, a silent laser show begins, concentrated light spews from the tops of the high-rises into the night sky of the other side of the harbour. In my viewfinder, the faces look lost in reverie when I zoom in. Not of this world. No Asians, no Europeans, everything melts together. I wish I could look deeper. Through their eyes into their souls. But that’s just it, I remain an observer. And the faces remain effigies of a moment in time. C’est pas une image juste, c’est juste une image.
As I write this from the hotel in Taipei, my neighbour practices the trombone. Scales, up and down. Like the light diodes in the elevator. I remember a photo collection of a Berlin Philharmonic tour through Japan in the eighties. Back then, Björn Borg stormed up to Reception, saying: “Stop that fucking horn player.”
