My Little Airport Cd

[Bertoldo Beyer]

MyLittle Airport (stylized as my little airport)[Note 1] is a Hong Kong-based indie pop band. They are distinguished by the outspoken political lyrics and distinctive local flavor of their songs,[1][2] many of which featuring English lyrics influenced by the unique spelling, grammar, and rhythm of Hong Kong English. Since their inception, the band has been actively involved in local political movements, most notably their participation in the Umbrella Movement in 2014,[2] and was banned in mainland China in 2019 for their support of the protests in Hong Kong of the same year.[3] Despite this, My Little Airport continues to be popular on the mainland and is one of the most well-known indie bands in Hong Kong.[4][5]

The band's lyrics and music are written by Ah P (Lam Pang) and sung by Nicole (Nicole Au Kin-ying). The duo occasionally invites friends (Ah Suet, who speaks French, for instance) and relatives (Nicole's younger sister) to participate in their albums and shows.

The band originated during the duo's time as journalism students at Hong Kong Shue Yan College (now Hong Kong Shue Yan University) in 2001,[6] where they began writing songs in both English and Cantonese.[7] In 2004, the duo, along with four other indie bands from Hong Kong, founded Harbour Records and released their debut album The OK Thing to Do on Sunday Afternoon Is to Toddle in the Zoo. They joined Elefant Records in 2006, hoping to gain distribution beyond Hong Kong's small indie fanbase.

In 2009, the group started writing politically themed songs such as "Divvying Up Stephen Lam's $300,000 salary" (referring to the former Chief Secretary of Hong Kong) and "Donald Tsang, Please Die",[8] the latter of which was written after Tsang suggested that the Tiananmen Square protests of 1989 were insignificant compared to China's current economic power[9] (such social/political themes had already been extensively explored by Ah P with Forever Tarkovsky Club, a side project he had set up with Pixeltoy's Ho Shan between 2007 and 2009).[10][additional citation(s) needed]

A fourth album entitled Poetics - Something Between Montparnasse and Mongkok was released on 23 November 2009, which contains many of those politically charged songs. A fifth album entitled Hong Kong is One Big Shopping Mall was released on 26 August 2011, which received numerous awards (including the title of third best album in Cantonese 2011, by Sina Weibo). In October 2012, the band released their sixth album, Lonely Friday, on the Harbour Records label.

On 30 November 2011, Hong Kong arts and culture magazine Muse named My Little Airport Hong Kong's 'Next Big Thing' cultural heroes of 2011.[11] The song "You Don't Wanna Be My Girlfriend, Phoebe" was covered by the Scottish indie band BMX Bandits.[12]

Dubbed the "local indie pop darlings" of Hong Kong by the South China Morning Post,[13] My Little Airport is recognized for their "saccharine vocals and simple, almost dreamlike melodies," as well as the satirical and humorous nature of their lyrics.[14] Their musical style draws inspiration from 60s French singer-songwriter Serge Gainsbourg and has been described as "soft", "quirkily erotic", and "bittersweet".[15][16]

The duo is also notable for their quirky song titles, often addressed to friends, such as "Leo, Are You Still Jumping Out Of The Windows In Expensive Clothes?" and "Victor, Fly Me to Stafford", or addressed to celebrities, such as "Gigi Leung Is Dead", "Faye Wong, About Your Eyebrows".

You know something fundamental is going on out at our sweet home airport when suddenly the complaints switch from how you can't really get anywhere from there, to what a drag it is to wait at security for more than five minutes.

After all, I've been a loyal traveler, flying in and out of Sarasota whenever possible. It wasn't that burdensome: I grew up in the South when the common refrain was, "If you want to go to Heaven, you have to change planes in Atlanta." And I always savored the sense that when you swooped over Longboat Key for that final approach, you were well and truly home.

For years, whenever I disembarked, I thought of my favorite Karl Shapiro poem, which begins, "All tropic places smell of mold." There was a distinct welcoming aroma of industrial carpet in serious need of defunkification, with an overlay of YMCA swimming pool.

I went to the airport when I was 16 and never came home again. That was the joke in my family. Between my sophomore and junior years of high school, while I was away working at a summer camp in the Poconos, my parents moved.

My mother went to ceramics with a friend whose husband owned an aircraft maintenance shop. I was taken to meet him at the local airport in Colts Neck, which was a little over a mile from my new home. We drove down the dirt access road between cornfields, and over a slight rise, a magical world appeared. There were grass runways and airplanes. An airplane took off. The scene was complete all at once and etched into my memory.

The airport was a magnificent place. Stripped cornstalks swayed in the late-summer fields, runways of dirt and grass cut from them, at the intersection of the runways in the corner of a cornfield swiveled a ragged old, yellow wind T made from a discarded drone, two concrete hangars with gray doors weathered almost white sat on a slight rise, and a concrete hangar-office combination was set dead-center of the airport. And there were the airplanes, unknown, full of infinite possibilities. There seemed no end to the adventures this airport whispered to the 16-year-old me. It was the Hundred Acre Wood come to life. A thousand adventures would begin and end there. I was drunk imagining it all.

Astonishing. Me, too! Paul Willie ran Colts Neck back then, where I flew for my very first time in 1975. My late father was president of Brookdale Community College in Lincroft and I, having few hobbies, was a bit aimless. He suggested trying flying, as he had learned after WWII on the GI Bill. I took to it.

Qatari gov plane or DJT's rebranded 75? I can't even fathom the operating cost of that. I've met billionaires that don't even own such a large aircraft for their own pleasure (does a Falcon 7X count?).

No, too small to count Used to fly a guy that owned a 727 AND a DC-9 that we flew both around the world. At some point the money is inconsequential. Used to fly one or two people to Europe in the 727.

I saw Irish rock band U2's B757 parked at Sydney airport for a couple of days last weekend as part of their Oz visit. The aircraft had 'U2 The Joshua Tree Tour 2017' with a tree in the background painted on both sides and a red tree on the tail against a dark background. The aircraft is registered in Malta.

For me if money was not object I would probably have a small Citation, Gulf-stream etc. something you could easily fly and ground handle single pilot for longer flights and to bring a few people along. You need a TBM for the mid range flights and keep the Mooney for hamburger flights. Then you need an open cockpit for really fun flights and a helicopter for the short hamburger runs.

My favorite plane used by a band on tour was a DC-3 used by America back in 1978 when they were popular. They stopped at my home base for a concert and the crew let the GA pilots hanging around the FBO go aboard to check it out. They had done a really nice job on the interior. Wish I had a photo.

Ya, the 757 throws a BIG wake. Just short of being called a heavy for wake turbulence. Used to stand under the approach lights in the employee parking lot in Atlanta and you could actually hear the wakes descend through the light structure after they passed overhead on short final on a calm morning.

A DC-3 was the first airplane I actually flew when I was 15. A pilot I knew took me along and gave the wheel to me and said "fly it" ! SO, I did, Had no idea what I was doing but I flew it then and several other times that summer. Basically my A&P school was all round motor stuff (NOT suck squeeze bang and blow round motors the real thing, radial engines).

Remodeled one-bedroom vacation rental perfect for affordable, yet comfortable travel for small groups of people. Full kitchen, full bathroom, and washer/dryer. Private yard and off street parking with high speed internet and WIFI. Located less than 3 minutes from the airport!

From 1945 to 1955 it was called East Long Beach Airport. Then until 1963, it was called Sunset Beach Airport. But from August 1963 until it closed in 1989, it bared the name that most people recall: Meadowlark.

Next year marks 25 years that the funky, neighborhood airport shut down so I thought it would be fun to revisit some of the history and catch up with a few of those who remember it best. To look at aerial shots of it today, it boggles the mind to think that it ever existed at all.

Squeezed in among homes and businesses, Meadowlark Airport, much like the Golden Bear downtown, became a beloved touchstone over the years; a meeting place not just for pilots but also for locals who enjoyed watching the planes and eating at the small caf that was located there.

On the last day the airport was open in late summer 1989, Canon was the last pilot the fly a plane out of Meadowlark. He kept his business there for about a year afterward and would occasionally drop banners off from his plane, but as far as the last official flight, he owns it.

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