Posts Tagged ‘Hong Kong’

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk Believe me, we’re trying to change things around. The question is whether we’ve left it all a little too late and are happy to just coast, because it pays the rent. And as no one’s getting any younger, to many, that’s life’s main priority. Maybe we don’t want to change the [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk NOVEMBER 22, 2017: OVER AND OUT. Trina, the girl I married, called this morning to express her displeasure at being mentioned in the autobiography being written and published as a blog on social media. But, why, I asked? I had only written about her with the utmost respect. About being the [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk It now happens with such monotonous regularity that it has become meaningless. It’s a subject that also raises more questions than answers. It brings back some bad memories and becomes irksome because we should not be where we are today- a tired creative community waiting and praying for some fairy godmother [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk Trina, the girl I married, called this morning to express her displeasure at being mentioned in the autobiography being written and published as a blog on social media. But, why, I asked? I had only written about her with the utmost respect. About being the wonderful human being I was fortunate [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk The Hong Kong Ding Dongs There was a summer of change ahead. Kids who had left Hong Kong were back for a few months, there were newcomers to the city, Cat Street, the coffee shop at the Hong Kong Hilton, was the place to meet at night with afternoons usually spent [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk There were a couple of very weird years- not as weird as my first acid trip- but weird nevertheless. For example, there was an American kid at KGV whom we called “Fuzzy”. His real name was Bruce Barron. He was brash, he was cocky, he was supposedly extremely rich and was [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk My family arrived in Hong Kong in 1958 after over two weeks by ship where my father spent most of the time in our cabin with seasickness while I played shuffleboard with my mother and a group of Italian priests. It wasn’t exactly The Love Boat. What was awaiting us in [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk The first memories of my mother was Podhi. Podhi was the servant “designated” to me. She fed me, bathed me, took me to kindergarten, sheltered me from bullies, cleaned my backside, and being an only child, she was my one play friend. She played marbles with me, put up with my [...]

By Hans Ebert @hanseberthk Around 10-15 years ago when still in the music industry and having recently split from my long suffering wife, our real offices were The Tiffin Lounge and the Champagne Bar at the Grand Hyatt. Living right next door to the hotel meant convenience if needing some different type of stress release [...]

By Hans Ebert The Big Fish In The Small Pond Syndrome. It’s been the death of many musicians, and, these days, with all these social media platforms available, it’s all become one free-for-all for self promotion. And it’s not only ugly as hell, it’s funny, it’s sad and it’s pointless. Once thought to be online [...]