in the house with danny summer

He holds his guitar steadily; his voice rocks the room. How time flies. How the real music in HK is still alive and how these sounds construct the fabric of our city. He did a song that he wrote back in 1997 to say goodbye to Britain on that last day of June of that year. Then he ended the night with a song that sings about how every day is the same in HK, and how here, we're living in the same old HK, and everyone is trying hard here to construct how we are, and in the process, get some things done, and perhaps create some works that echo with the population. He said he isn't sure if he has found himself, but he is sure he's found a road.