Monthly Archives: November 2007


  • The Lyrical Prescience of Chairman Mao
    If only all historical icons were also poets, we could see into the souls of history’s biggest names. Among the giants of Twentieth Century politics, only Chairman Mao was a poet, or at least confident enough in his poetry to incorporate it


  • The China Expert: Myth or Misnomer?
    I’ll save you the suspense – the China Expert, a dime a dozen due to their ubiquity and self-conferred status, is both a myth and a misnomer. I only tell you this because now that it’s time to fill Josh’s shoes, literally elevens or twelves bu


  • Chinese People Love John Denver
    If there are two western songs that make expats think of China, they are Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On and John Denver’s Take Me Home, Country Roads. It is a twosome as bizarre as any you could imagine, with the only obvious thread running t


  • Chinese People Love John Denver
    If there are two western songs that make expats think of China, they are Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On and John Denver’s Take Me Home, Country Roads. It is a twosome as bizarre as any you could imagine, with the only obvious thread running t


  • The Classical Music Scene in China
    It was inevitable; someday, someone, somewhere would take notice and realize, “Hey there’s an awful lot of really good Chinese musicians in China,” and follow up by writing an article insinuating the inevitable arrival of China’s musical domi


  • Cui Jian: Profile of a Rock Legend
    Not every musician dubbed the ‘godfather’ of his genre deserves the title. On the contrary, most of the time it is just an easy shorthand for critics and fans too lazy to come up with an original name.


  • Foreign Musician, Master of the Chinese Guqin
    Further information related to this article, including a short bio of the author, are available by following the included links, most of which are to pages in John Thompson on the Guqin Silk String Zither, the most detailed source of information on th


  • China's Chipped Shoulder
    Aaargh, mateys! Any port in a storm, me blasted eye! ‘Twas less than a week ago that Peg-Leg Fogerty climbed our mizzen mast and called down, “Ahoy, ye scurvy dogs! I see a bad moon risin'!” I cast me weather eye to the horizon, and sure


  • Today's Hutong, Tomorrow's History
    Beijing's modern facade is impressive but thin. That's okay though. If you don't come from a farm, what's behind the facade is far more interesting, a rich urban stew of new and old, traditional and experimental, comfortable and squali


  • Buddha Dreams and this World of Horror
    I knew I was dreaming, because everything was so vivid. Lotus petals and delicate bamboo stalks framed a small, exquisite garden. And in the center, a few paces before me, sat the Buddha.