It’s here! My new MV “Roller Coaster”! Since my debut last year, life has been an amazing adventure with ups and downs. When I returned from Malaysia in September, I sat down with my ukulele and wrote this tune. 我的新MV出來了！出道已經一年了，覺得每一天是一種冒險。生活多不平凡來試看看！
#tbt This is my brother’s dog, Sweet Pea. When I moved from Chicago to Los Angeles in 2008 is when I first got to know her. Truth be told, up until then, I didn’t like dogs. I thought they were dirty, I thought they smelled. I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to have one, or any pet for that matter. It might have something to do with being a paperboy as a kid, and being chased a lot by the neighbor’s dog. In any case, ten year old me was terrified of them and I carried my dislike of animals into adulthood.
Sweet Pea didn’t warm up to me right away, either. But on the second day, she came into my room and sat next to my bed and just chilled there. From that point, I decided we’d be great friends.
I really do believe that Sweet Pea is the best dog in the world. I know, I know, that’s what every person says about his or her dog, but Sweet Pea is not my dog. My brother is the one who rescued her and trained her, not me. But I’ve come to realize that Sweet Pea, and many dogs in general have the ability to embody the best qualities of people. So in such a crummy world, when we watch the news and see people doing destructive things to each other, it’s comforting to then take a look at Sweet Pea and be reminded that people can be kind as well.
One day I noticed that when Sweet Pea sleeps, she curls her entire body up into a ball, and looks very much like a deer. That day, I gave her another name, “Lulu”. (Deer Deer, in Mandarin). Whether you say Sweet Pea, or Lulu, she will respond to it. But even that doesn’t matter. In my mind, she’s just the world’s best dog.
Elbo Room, Chicago, June 22, 2008
That’s me on stage introducing myself to the crowd, on a sweaty summer night. To my right is P, singing backup, with Bev on drums, and Ritch on guitar.
The bar was across from the stage, where about forty people crammed into a small space, drinking the night away. Hot, noisy, your typical local music venue. Just because people were talking loudly through your set, didn’t necessarily mean they weren’t listening to the music.
I always think of these performances as my great indie music education. If you could sing a song from beginning to end at the corner dive, then surely, you could sing anywhere.