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故事本应该这样结束，但有人推荐了河先生一篇写在05年的博文给我看，他的博文是这样写的：
Sun, May 29, 2005
I had a dream
I had a dream this morning. I can't remember all of the details. Dreams are strange in nature, adding bits and pieces of our lives into a montage that we call a dream.
I was in a man's home. It wasn't an expensive home. It was relatively old with lots of wooden furniture, the type that you can move around, not the built-in wardrobe type. It was open with windows all around; windows with wooden frames. I seem to remember ceiling fans.
At one side of the flat, I was able to through the window see strange things that looked like trees except that they were huge hanging mobiles planted in the ground; very artistic and very typical of the man's nature. A few seconds later, the mobiles disappeared and there were instead tables spread out in a 'U' shape, tables big enough to seat 12 people each. It was a restaurant, a Chinese restaurant, with fanned paper napkins, pink actually. There was a 鬼佬 sitting at one of the tables and a waiter serving him. I suddenly remembered the restaurant that I'd seen downstairs. It was the same restaurant although if the dream was reality, it wouldn't be possible; for the restaurant to be both downstairs and at the back of this man's home somewhere up in a high-rise building.
I turned around and we were sitting down at a table having dinner. The man's wife, 曾华倩, perky and sprite as ever, was there sitting to the left of me. The man's personal assistant and one other person were there too. One talked about computer problems (职业病？) and then the man asked his assistant about a problem he was having with his music composition program. Although the man had retired from professional singing, he was obviously still deeply involved, writing his own music, possibly for others to sing.
I was petrified. This man was one of the greatest. We had known each other although only for a minute far far in the past but he was still a great man. He wasn't my idol but he was still wonderous. I had nothing to say but they didn't seem to notice. While talking about the music composition program, I had the urge to offer my computer help but repressed the urge because more than appreciation for my computer skills, I wanted the man to appreciate me as a friend, if not now then later.
Suddenly, as is common in dreams, I was in the kitchen in front of the dish washing basin. I was washing a cup, at least I thought it was a cup. It turned out to contain dish washing powder used in commercial dish washing machines like the ones I attended while studying at the University of New South Wales in Sydney. I looked over to the right and there was a huge commercial dish washing machine, probably the same size as the one I used at the Baxter College dormitory at the university. Of course, this was the man's home. There shouldn't have been a commercial dish washing machine here but this was a dream. Anything goes.
曾华倩 came in and told me that I didn't have to help with the dishes. Somebody grabbed a couple of bottles of beverage from the fridge and then we were in the adjoining room, like a dining area but not the one where we had dinner. The man was there and I was beginning to calm down and become comfortable around him. He looked great, the way I remember him from our time together in Sydney many years ago. We picked up our brown bottles of beer from the table although my bottle mysteriously became a clear bottle of 7-up or something similar.
Sun, May 29, 2005
I had a dream
I had a dream this morning. I can't remember all of the details. Dreams are strange in nature, adding bits and pieces of our lives into a montage that we call a dream.
I was in a man's home. It wasn't an expensive home. It was relatively old with lots of wooden furniture, the type that you can move around, not the built-in wardrobe type. It was open with windows all around; windows with wooden frames. I seem to remember ceiling fans.
At one side of the flat, I was able to through the window see strange things that looked like trees except that they were huge hanging mobiles planted in the ground; very artistic and very typical of the man's nature. A few seconds later, the mobiles disappeared and there were instead tables spread out in a 'U' shape, tables big enough to seat 12 people each. It was a restaurant, a Chinese restaurant, with fanned paper napkins, pink actually. There was a 鬼佬 sitting at one of the tables and a waiter serving him. I suddenly remembered the restaurant that I'd seen downstairs. It was the same restaurant although if the dream was reality, it wouldn't be possible; for the restaurant to be both downstairs and at the back of this man's home somewhere up in a high-rise building.
I turned around and we were sitting down at a table having dinner. The man's wife, 曾华倩, perky and sprite as ever, was there sitting to the left of me. The man's personal assistant and one other person were there too. One talked about computer problems (职业病？) and then the man asked his assistant about a problem he was having with his music composition program. Although the man had retired from professional singing, he was obviously still deeply involved, writing his own music, possibly for others to sing.
I was petrified. This man was one of the greatest. We had known each other although only for a minute far far in the past but he was still a great man. He wasn't my idol but he was still wonderous. I had nothing to say but they didn't seem to notice. While talking about the music composition program, I had the urge to offer my computer help but repressed the urge because more than appreciation for my computer skills, I wanted the man to appreciate me as a friend, if not now then later.
Suddenly, as is common in dreams, I was in the kitchen in front of the dish washing basin. I was washing a cup, at least I thought it was a cup. It turned out to contain dish washing powder used in commercial dish washing machines like the ones I attended while studying at the University of New South Wales in Sydney. I looked over to the right and there was a huge commercial dish washing machine, probably the same size as the one I used at the Baxter College dormitory at the university. Of course, this was the man's home. There shouldn't have been a commercial dish washing machine here but this was a dream. Anything goes.
曾华倩 came in and told me that I didn't have to help with the dishes. Somebody grabbed a couple of bottles of beverage from the fridge and then we were in the adjoining room, like a dining area but not the one where we had dinner. The man was there and I was beginning to calm down and become comfortable around him. He looked great, the way I remember him from our time together in Sydney many years ago. We picked up our brown bottles of beer from the table although my bottle mysteriously became a clear bottle of 7-up or something similar.
scn3。意识流舞蹈
没有经历过八十年代的人大多都不知道张国荣在那时曾一度被称为“劲舞王子”，是他开辟了整个华语乐坛的劲歌热舞时代。随着他宣布退出歌坛，转战影坛，这个称乎逐渐被人们淡忘了，只有那些已经成家立业的香港人提起来还会如数家珍。也许是由于他复出后的风格太迥异，也许是他的歌和电影太耀眼，也许是想表达的人总是词穷，现在的大陆人提起他多半都不记得谈一谈他的舞。不过作为一个歌星去了解他的初始，给我最大震撼的恰恰是他的舞，我也正是被他的舞蹈拉入荣门的。其实他的电影演的再怎么好，由于他的体验派演技炉火纯青，人们在他的电影里都很难找到一个真正的张国荣或者一个让人迷恋的张国荣，舞就不同了，那才是货真价实的迸发出令人迷醉的偶像魅力的表演。
他在前期的舞蹈，散发着浓郁的80年代香气，尽管技巧华丽，但有些舞蹈根底的人都可以模仿得出来，所以我不想说太多。到97年复出之后的第一场演唱会，他的风格大变，倘若他那一晚走丢了，连他最忠实的歌迷都不敢去认领他。不过也正是那一晚的舞姿，远远地把时代甩在脑后，只让人看到一件永恒的艺术品。从那之后，他便一发不可收拾。
其实我不知道那是否应该被称作舞蹈，我不是专业人士，但我实在也想不出一个更加合适的词语。他没有什么固定的舞步，很多时候看起来只是不经意的走了几步，不经意的挥了下手，不经意的瞥了一眼，穿插的舞步非常简练，肢体没有大幅度的或者快节奏的舞动，配合音乐，装束和舞台效果，仍营造出无敌的魅力，有时候是梦幻，有时是勾引，有时是诱惑，有时是霸气，也有高贵，野性，活力四射等等，总之他想表现什么观众都可以强烈的感受到。我想来想去，给这舞姿起了一个名字，意识流舞蹈。
意识流舞蹈就如前些年流行的意识流文学一样，天马行空的文字，甚至没有几个完整的句子，但仍可以讲述一个完整而感人的故事，或者抒发着一种具有感染力的情怀。张国荣的舞蹈正是这样的意境，他最精彩的几场舞蹈，都像是有故事有情节的，但他又只是用肢体告诉你最关键的那只言片语，其余的任你想入非非，这就是致命的诱惑力所在。
他总是用舞姿串联起一个碎片似的的故事，宣泄出浓而不烈的情绪。舞步对他来说不重要，技巧也不重要，他注重的只是唯美，整个舞台都在一个美轮美奂的梦境中进行，像是离开了尘世的喧嚣，只是用一举手一投足间流淌的情绪勾画着一帘唯美的意境。令人渴望揭开此情此景背后的神秘故事。
张国荣的舞是有魔力的，一旦陷进去，总让人一世迷恋不能自拔。好似走进一个没有出口的大迷宫，四处望去都是平淡无奇的断壁，却能引起身在其中的人的探索欲和无限好奇。
没有经历过八十年代的人大多都不知道张国荣在那时曾一度被称为“劲舞王子”，是他开辟了整个华语乐坛的劲歌热舞时代。随着他宣布退出歌坛，转战影坛，这个称乎逐渐被人们淡忘了，只有那些已经成家立业的香港人提起来还会如数家珍。也许是由于他复出后的风格太迥异，也许是他的歌和电影太耀眼，也许是想表达的人总是词穷，现在的大陆人提起他多半都不记得谈一谈他的舞。不过作为一个歌星去了解他的初始，给我最大震撼的恰恰是他的舞，我也正是被他的舞蹈拉入荣门的。其实他的电影演的再怎么好，由于他的体验派演技炉火纯青，人们在他的电影里都很难找到一个真正的张国荣或者一个让人迷恋的张国荣，舞就不同了，那才是货真价实的迸发出令人迷醉的偶像魅力的表演。
他在前期的舞蹈，散发着浓郁的80年代香气，尽管技巧华丽，但有些舞蹈根底的人都可以模仿得出来，所以我不想说太多。到97年复出之后的第一场演唱会，他的风格大变，倘若他那一晚走丢了，连他最忠实的歌迷都不敢去认领他。不过也正是那一晚的舞姿，远远地把时代甩在脑后，只让人看到一件永恒的艺术品。从那之后，他便一发不可收拾。
其实我不知道那是否应该被称作舞蹈，我不是专业人士，但我实在也想不出一个更加合适的词语。他没有什么固定的舞步，很多时候看起来只是不经意的走了几步，不经意的挥了下手，不经意的瞥了一眼，穿插的舞步非常简练，肢体没有大幅度的或者快节奏的舞动，配合音乐，装束和舞台效果，仍营造出无敌的魅力，有时候是梦幻，有时是勾引，有时是诱惑，有时是霸气，也有高贵，野性，活力四射等等，总之他想表现什么观众都可以强烈的感受到。我想来想去，给这舞姿起了一个名字，意识流舞蹈。
意识流舞蹈就如前些年流行的意识流文学一样，天马行空的文字，甚至没有几个完整的句子，但仍可以讲述一个完整而感人的故事，或者抒发着一种具有感染力的情怀。张国荣的舞蹈正是这样的意境，他最精彩的几场舞蹈，都像是有故事有情节的，但他又只是用肢体告诉你最关键的那只言片语，其余的任你想入非非，这就是致命的诱惑力所在。
他总是用舞姿串联起一个碎片似的的故事，宣泄出浓而不烈的情绪。舞步对他来说不重要，技巧也不重要，他注重的只是唯美，整个舞台都在一个美轮美奂的梦境中进行，像是离开了尘世的喧嚣，只是用一举手一投足间流淌的情绪勾画着一帘唯美的意境。令人渴望揭开此情此景背后的神秘故事。
张国荣的舞是有魔力的，一旦陷进去，总让人一世迷恋不能自拔。好似走进一个没有出口的大迷宫，四处望去都是平淡无奇的断壁，却能引起身在其中的人的探索欲和无限好奇。
东方，我要过段时间再更了，等我的想法稳定些再更，莫被老荣迷看了笑话。哥哥是个难解的谜团。二十年前，十年前，去年，半年前和现在，我对他的为人和作品的感想都是完全不同的。他一直没有变，是时代在变我在变。对他越了解越沉迷。
当人们顺着历史和逆着历史去看待他，也都会得出两个截然不同的张国荣。这也许是他最有魅力的地方。有人不喜欢的歌却有另一些人超喜欢。我知道有些人固守着他的80年代轻视他的90年代，有些人却酷爱着他的90年代，也有一些人觉得00和01年才是他最展现才华的巅峰。我不知道说什么好，哥哥是一个迷。他对我的影响是整个人生观价值观的改变。
有时候不敢再深入下去，不断去翻那些老视频旧报纸，越来越接近他的时候，有种他还在这个世界上的幻觉，我看待周围人的眼光也大不相同，每个人的一言一行一颦一笑都会有别的意思。我很怕这种感觉，他让我想起来以前迷过的一个画家，那个人同样给我一种看穿人性的感觉。当一个人看穿这个世界的时候，不知道会是一种什么感受。我想一定不是美妙的。我很怕，我要停一段时间。
他是个会让人走火入魔的谜团。
当人们顺着历史和逆着历史去看待他，也都会得出两个截然不同的张国荣。这也许是他最有魅力的地方。有人不喜欢的歌却有另一些人超喜欢。我知道有些人固守着他的80年代轻视他的90年代，有些人却酷爱着他的90年代，也有一些人觉得00和01年才是他最展现才华的巅峰。我不知道说什么好，哥哥是一个迷。他对我的影响是整个人生观价值观的改变。
有时候不敢再深入下去，不断去翻那些老视频旧报纸，越来越接近他的时候，有种他还在这个世界上的幻觉，我看待周围人的眼光也大不相同，每个人的一言一行一颦一笑都会有别的意思。我很怕这种感觉，他让我想起来以前迷过的一个画家，那个人同样给我一种看穿人性的感觉。当一个人看穿这个世界的时候，不知道会是一种什么感受。我想一定不是美妙的。我很怕，我要停一段时间。
他是个会让人走火入魔的谜团。
scn4。真是一个天才
第一次得知张国荣除了会英语和粤语，会京味国语，还会说法语，我不由得感叹，真是一个天才！过几天得知他还会说西班牙语，再次感叹，真是一个天才！又过几天，又得知他会说泰语，只好还是感叹，真是一个天才！其实，他还会说一点点上海话和日语。
有一段日子，我每天在搜集他的资料时，都震惊到无语，词穷的我只会不停感叹着，真是一个天才！
张国荣19岁结束留学生活返港，20岁开始从艺，在此之前，他其实毫无音乐和影视方面的专业训练。但没几年他就玩转了架子鼓和吉他，会一点钢琴，如果不是手震困扰，我想他会花多点时间攻克钢琴这乐器之王。32岁谱出一曲世纪经典《沉默是金》，这支曲子被翻译成多种语言在香港，大陆，日本，台湾，马来西亚等国家和地区被很多歌手翻唱。之后他谱曲的四十多首歌，虽然数量不多，却涵盖了诸多曲风，中国民族风、爵士乐、咏叹调、歌剧、Dream Pop等，每一种风格都有高水准代表作，快慢相宜，可以说几乎每一首都是精品。比起专业的作曲人，他差的只是数量，因为他没有那么多时间。
搜集他的表演视频时，我还惊讶的发现，他唱粤剧唱的堪比专业水准。在《霸王别姬》中那几段京剧表演，彩唱的贵妃醉酒，霸王别姬，清唱的牡丹亭，别具一番男旦风采，竟比专业戏曲演员们多出一种难以言表的魅力。给他辅导的京剧老师还一度想收他为徒让他改行唱京剧。而《枪王》的动作指导香港枪王张民光也表示希望他什么时候不做明星考虑下转行去射击，实在太有天分了。除此之外，他天生反应特别迅速，口才极好，港媒曾评论他讲张国荣不做歌星的话，可以去当脱口秀主持人。据说他的画画的也不错，可惜他生前不肯将自己的画示人，我们目前还无缘看见他的真迹。他的设计天赋，已经被许多名家交口称赞。在收藏界，他也是个行家。怎么来形容这个人啊，借用梅艳芳的话来说，无论什么他一碰就会。我已经找不到合适的语言，唯有感叹，真是一个天才！
第一次得知张国荣除了会英语和粤语，会京味国语，还会说法语，我不由得感叹，真是一个天才！过几天得知他还会说西班牙语，再次感叹，真是一个天才！又过几天，又得知他会说泰语，只好还是感叹，真是一个天才！其实，他还会说一点点上海话和日语。
有一段日子，我每天在搜集他的资料时，都震惊到无语，词穷的我只会不停感叹着，真是一个天才！
张国荣19岁结束留学生活返港，20岁开始从艺，在此之前，他其实毫无音乐和影视方面的专业训练。但没几年他就玩转了架子鼓和吉他，会一点钢琴，如果不是手震困扰，我想他会花多点时间攻克钢琴这乐器之王。32岁谱出一曲世纪经典《沉默是金》，这支曲子被翻译成多种语言在香港，大陆，日本，台湾，马来西亚等国家和地区被很多歌手翻唱。之后他谱曲的四十多首歌，虽然数量不多，却涵盖了诸多曲风，中国民族风、爵士乐、咏叹调、歌剧、Dream Pop等，每一种风格都有高水准代表作，快慢相宜，可以说几乎每一首都是精品。比起专业的作曲人，他差的只是数量，因为他没有那么多时间。
搜集他的表演视频时，我还惊讶的发现，他唱粤剧唱的堪比专业水准。在《霸王别姬》中那几段京剧表演，彩唱的贵妃醉酒，霸王别姬，清唱的牡丹亭，别具一番男旦风采，竟比专业戏曲演员们多出一种难以言表的魅力。给他辅导的京剧老师还一度想收他为徒让他改行唱京剧。而《枪王》的动作指导香港枪王张民光也表示希望他什么时候不做明星考虑下转行去射击，实在太有天分了。除此之外，他天生反应特别迅速，口才极好，港媒曾评论他讲张国荣不做歌星的话，可以去当脱口秀主持人。据说他的画画的也不错，可惜他生前不肯将自己的画示人，我们目前还无缘看见他的真迹。他的设计天赋，已经被许多名家交口称赞。在收藏界，他也是个行家。怎么来形容这个人啊，借用梅艳芳的话来说，无论什么他一碰就会。我已经找不到合适的语言，唯有感叹，真是一个天才！
