A Note from Tonight

Music Lovers in Hong Kong

Sometimes,
a journey begins long before a ticket is booked.

Last night,
after my DJ set on the beach,
a man from Hong Kong came over to say hello.

“Your music was wonderful.
Who was that song by?”

We talked for a while,
sharing the names of artists we both loved.

Then he asked,

“Do you have Instagram?”

I hesitated.

The truth is, I have never thought of myself as a DJ.

I’m simply a music lover.

I collect sounds,
memories,
and moments.

I play music because I love it,
not because I belong to a particular scene.

He smiled.

“Then let’s be friends—
as fellow music lovers.”

It was such a simple thing to say,
yet it stayed with me.

Later that night,
I remembered one particular moment.

I had played the final encore from Jack Johnson’s live performance in Paris—from Angel into Better Together.

From the booth,
I noticed him beginning to dance.

Nothing dramatic.

Just a natural response
to a song he already carried within himself.

At that moment,
I felt something familiar.

Music has always been like this.

It quietly dissolves
the things that usually separate us—

countries,
professions,
generations,
titles.

For a brief moment,

all that remains is:

“I know this song. I love this feeling, too.”

And perhaps, that is enough.

That is why I decided to travel to Hong Kong.

Not because it was convenient.

Not because it was on a list of places to visit.

But because somewhere in that city,
there are people who listen carefully.

People who carry music with them,
the same way I do.

Maybe we will meet again.

Maybe we won’t.

Either way,
the city already feels a little closer.

Music is a strange and beautiful thing.

It allows us to recognize one another,
even before we know each other’s names.

And perhaps,
the world is held together by countless music lovers,
quietly listening, in different corners of the earth.

Tsuki to Nami no Koto.
A journey to recover our natural rhythm.