An explanation of Dao Lang, "Demons and Mirages," the unmarketable against the market, and return of a relic
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▣ Before I could sing any of what followed, I used to howl the opening lines, "Two thousand and two, the first snow has come…" The song was already dated by the time I found it. It was never fashionable, anyway. As a critic wrote about Misora Hibari in the postwar years, Dao Lang gave off the aroma of the farm, of trainloads of men transported to the city to work. I kept howling that line because it would provoke groans or laughter. It was unsophisticated and crude. Stoic tears, butterflies, and snow. I learned the rest of the lyrics when I left the city. I heard people singing it on slow trains to Shanghai and Guangzhou, humming it while they smoked in the space between cars. I could still sing it now. The first snow of the year was later than usual. The Number Two from Balou Station carried away the last yellow leaves of the season. He longs for a woman of Ürümqi. There is not much more. ▣ ▣
An explanation of Dao Lang, "Demons and Mirages," the unmarketable against the market, and return of a relic
An explanation of Dao Lang, "Demons and…
An explanation of Dao Lang, "Demons and Mirages," the unmarketable against the market, and return of a relic
▣ Before I could sing any of what followed, I used to howl the opening lines, "Two thousand and two, the first snow has come…" The song was already dated by the time I found it. It was never fashionable, anyway. As a critic wrote about Misora Hibari in the postwar years, Dao Lang gave off the aroma of the farm, of trainloads of men transported to the city to work. I kept howling that line because it would provoke groans or laughter. It was unsophisticated and crude. Stoic tears, butterflies, and snow. I learned the rest of the lyrics when I left the city. I heard people singing it on slow trains to Shanghai and Guangzhou, humming it while they smoked in the space between cars. I could still sing it now. The first snow of the year was later than usual. The Number Two from Balou Station carried away the last yellow leaves of the season. He longs for a woman of Ürümqi. There is not much more. ▣ ▣