To me I lost an inspiration.
I remember very clearly the day I read about your fall on the newspapers, I cried, yes I did. To people it may look or sound silly, but sir you have no idea how much of an inspiration you were to me.
That fatal fall in Japan on June 24th 1993 would signify the end of an era in Asian rock industry.
I was probably 12 or 13 years old or younger, a young kid still trying to find an identity for myself. That one day, my dad bought back a compilation cassette of Chinese pop songs. All the songs bore me... but this one song came out of my speaker and spoke to me...
I was blown away by the intro riff, the melody speaker and spoke to me...It was a beginning for me. I found a calling, I found out about rock music.
From then on whenever you guys had an album, I will starve myself so that I can afford the latest cassette. I was so proud of myself when I managed to find the very first album you guys did.
I went around school telling people about it, needless to say no one cared.
But what was important to me and my life was that rock music became a staple for me. It was through your music, I discovered a sound, a band sound. I always made it a point to play one of your songs in the past. Not that I do not now.... but my lead can't sing Cantonese, heh.
You may not know, but Sir, you, your music, your words played a very important part in my life and always will.
Never a day I wonder how would it be if you were still alive. I wish you Happy Birthday.
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