Don’t call him Mr Mari Kita, Wild Rice

Didn't quite know what to expect at Don't call him Mr Mari Kita. Julian Wong was the main star of the show (saw hime in Fag Hag a few weeks ago). This was a great telling of the composer Zubir Said who wrote the Singapore national anthem when the nation came into being. But also a story of trials and tribulations, as well as a dose of racial history of the city-state. Didn't know Shaw Brothers had a Malay-language film studio for which Zubir Said wrote many songs.

The instrumental rendition of Majulah Singapura was moving. While I didn't understand any Bahasa Melayu, the fun as well as the poignancy of the songs were not lost on me. I gather several friends got a little teary listing to Semoga Bahagia at the end.

If you didn’t see the show, you can still hear the songs on Spotify.

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