Leslie Cheung: A Balloon’s Journey

I missed blogging yesterday for ${reasons}, but that won’t stop us from having a Music Monday today, right? Or does it? Can it really be a Music Monday on a Tuesday? I suppose I’ll lean on the fact that it’s still Monday in Alaska, or somewhere else just shy of the International Date Line. I tell you what though, you know somewhere that isn’t just shy of the International Date Line? Hong Kong. If they gave awards for segues, this wouldn’t garner one. But an honourable mention wouldn’t go astray. Can you believe people get angry at me for not being serious enough on this blog? Clara’s dad recently gave us some of his old Cantonese mix tapes from when he still lived in Hong Kong, and they’re every bit as amazing as you’d expect. First, it means a lot that someone would part with their history like that. Secondly, this would have taken a lot of time and care to record. I can just picture her dad, my age, sitting there in his tiny apartment with a recorder queueing, recording, and playing…