Catch popular Hong Kong musicians and new talents at Mira Place's Gimme LiVe Music Festival
Now in its 13th year, the Gimme LiVe Music Festival retains bragging rights as the first shopping mall music festival in the city, providing emerging musicians and songwriters with a stage and an opportunity to shine. Over four consecutive Saturdays (August 9, 16, 23, and 30), well-known music producer Terry Chui leads the pack as the event's music consultant, curating the lineup of up-and-coming artists as part of the 'Voice Arise' theme – he'll even join them for live jams on three weekends.
As for star power, confirmed acts include popular bands and musicians such as Dear Jane, Kiri T, On Chan, and Gordon Flanders; local indie groups like The Hertz, ROVER, and Locksmiths; and singers and songwriters Chantel Yiu, Dale, Emiko Tsui, Arvin Tsang, Bernard Chan, and many more. With five different acts on the bill each weekend, there's something for every music lover. Busking showcases are also taking place on Friday evenings, opening up the stage for even more musical potential.
From July 31 onwards, Mira Place members can redeem Gimme LiVe tickets for a show of their choice at the Mira Place 1 concierge with a single electronic spending of $300 at any Mira Place outlet – however, the tickets must be collected on the same day as the spending transaction, so don't forget to keep your printed receipt for the exchange. You'll also need to follow Mira Place's Facebook and Instagram accounts, and like their Instagram post to redeem the set of two tickets. If you're on the hunt for VIP access, there's also a Gimme LiVe After Party Dining Package for two, available for purchase on the Mira eShop from August 1 onwards, which offers assigned seating.
Each show is limited to 200 participants, so the tickets are available on a first-come, first-served basis – better move fast. Mark your calendars and head to Mira Place to see the next big sensation in Hong Kong's music industry! (And who knows, maybe you'll even get to say you liked their music before they caught their big break.)
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