A few days ago Master Kapil (my yoga teacher) told me a story. He was walking in Causeway Bay the other day, and one of those DVD shops was showing Eason Chan's concert on its screen. He stopped and watched. He didn't understand a word of the lyrics, and Eason's hair was a joke, but the devotion to the performance, the emotions poured into the song - Master Kapil said - was world class. He was mesmerized. (And then of course Master Kapil went on and said this was the level of devotion I should have towards yoga and everything I do. Yadda Yadda...)
Today I stumbled upon this video on a friend's FB page and thought, ah-ha, maybe this was the video that Master Kapil saw that day. Eason's voice was coarse, and his hair was indeed crazy, but he was so into the song that I, too, was touched beyond words, in fact even more so because I could understand what the song wanted to say.
