Haiquan (CHINA)

Hu Haiquan 2025 Australia Tour — The Vagabond's Dining Hall Officially Opens

When the wandering souls of daylight meet beneath the night sky, we cook the flavours of life with music.

By day, the city is a cold back kitchen, where every soul stir-fries their troubles in solitude. On the subway platform, silence is swallowed whole; in the office cubicles, uncooled dreams simmer; at the moment a convenience store microwave dings, we are all waiting for a feast that belongs to wanderers.

And so, night falls.

The theatre’s dome lifts to reveal a galaxy; the constellations dormant in our palms awaken. Haiquan ties on an apron woven from musical notes, and in the centre of the stage, sets up the stove of the Vagabond's Dining Hall. The moonlight of each city will boil in turn, and dishes named after the many faces of life are plated— those sighs crushed by the subway, the loneliness marinated in neon, the hopes wrinkled by daily grind—all will be simmered here into scalding-hot symphonies.

This is a Vagabond's Dining Hall for every wanderer. When the prelude of the march rises like steam across the dome, we are all diners at the long table of fate; when the chorus surges like a wave, you will see the reflection of your own story in your neighbour’s eyes. Old songs are a slow-simmered broth; new works are the fiery stir-fry of youth. Tonight will be a carnival exploding on the tip of your tongue.

This year, we’ve brought the theatre’s stars and velvet. The spotlight is the fire that never dies; the boundless stage is filled with musical ingredients; the surround sound precisely measures the resonant frequency of every heart. Here, Haiquan is both the chef at the stove and the wandering diner who secretly samples the flavours of the world.

Everyone who has ever burned their palms in the smoke and fire of life is an honoured guest at this banquet. When the curtain rises, allow yourself to set down the armour of daylight for a while, let the oils of music soften the creases in your soul, and let the fragrance of melody stitch together the cracks of fate.

Wanderers will always find each other. And “Quan” will keep a light on for you— a light that never goes out.