Sometimes, even in very interesting cities, the club scene offers no surprise. The place closest to my apartment in San Francisco has a dance floor, and two spaces to hang out, each with a bar. On weekends, the dance floor is really crowded, and one can barely move. That is, until you hear
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
and then you cannot even move any more.
In Beijing, the place we went to has also two rooms to sit down, two bars, and a crowded dance floor. And then
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
and it gets really crowded.
I was expecting more of the same in Taipei, but I was pleasently surprised. For one thing, the place we went on Friday had only one bar. More significantly, one guy was singing, and a screen was showing some music video. I was afraid we had found Karaoke night, but then the video featured the same guy who was singing. If I got it right he was Fan Ri Chen, a local celebrity. Later the music was a mix of the usual and of Mandarin pop, including Mandarin renderings of famous Western songs. The dance floor was already packed, but then we heard
and everybody came to dance. Sorry played, of course, but nobody payed much attention.