Seriously underground Shit Found In The Trunk of a Mini parked underneath the Eiffel Tower
Kwai Chang
Caine:
‘Master, how should a small French music label compete in an increasingly crowded marketplace?’
Master Kan:
‘To hit a target... is to exercise the inner strength.’
Kwai Chang Caine:
Master, should a traveller pay heed to the words a stranger speaks to him unbidden?
Master Kan:
‘Recognize that all words are part false and part true, limited by our imperfect understanding. But strive always for honesty within yourself.’
Kwai Chang Caine:
‘Master, I have heard that there are new sounds abroad. Is it the duty of the shaolin priest to listen to those sounds?’
Master Kan:
‘The supple willow does not contend against the storm, yet it survives.'
Kwai Chang Caine:
‘Master, I find this music pleases and arouses me. Should I be ashamed and chastise my body?’
Master Kan:
‘In one lifetime a man knows many pleasures: a mother's smile in waking hours, a young woman's intimate, searing touch, and the laughter of grandchildren in the twilight years. To deny these in ourselves is to deny that which makes us one with nature.’
Kwai Chang Caine:
‘Master, so much of this music sounds like the chirruping of the grasshopper, the sound made when that noble insect rubs its hind legs together. How should I seek to further describe this music that I hear?’
Master Po:
‘Listen for the color of the sky. Look for the sound of the hummingbird's wings. Search the air for the perfume of ice on a hot day. If you have found these things, you will know.’
‘Master, how should a small French music label compete in an increasingly crowded marketplace?’
Master Kan:
‘To hit a target... is to exercise the inner strength.’
Kwai Chang Caine:
Master, should a traveller pay heed to the words a stranger speaks to him unbidden?
Master Kan:
‘Recognize that all words are part false and part true, limited by our imperfect understanding. But strive always for honesty within yourself.’
Kwai Chang Caine:
‘Master, I have heard that there are new sounds abroad. Is it the duty of the shaolin priest to listen to those sounds?’
Master Kan:
‘The supple willow does not contend against the storm, yet it survives.'
Kwai Chang Caine:
‘Master, I find this music pleases and arouses me. Should I be ashamed and chastise my body?’
Master Kan:
‘In one lifetime a man knows many pleasures: a mother's smile in waking hours, a young woman's intimate, searing touch, and the laughter of grandchildren in the twilight years. To deny these in ourselves is to deny that which makes us one with nature.’
Kwai Chang Caine:
‘Master, so much of this music sounds like the chirruping of the grasshopper, the sound made when that noble insect rubs its hind legs together. How should I seek to further describe this music that I hear?’
Master Po:
‘Listen for the color of the sky. Look for the sound of the hummingbird's wings. Search the air for the perfume of ice on a hot day. If you have found these things, you will know.’
Colin Buttimer
August 2004