Thursday, December 25, 2008

Musica!

“It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.”
-- Benjamin Britten, English Composer

I am falling in love with classical music.

Perhaps it's Nodame Cantabile that has opened my heart to classical music. I'm almost convinced our tastes change with age. I'm now listening to 'ave maria', and I feel my soul drawn into it. I really wonder what Bach was feeling and thinking of when he composed this piece. A perfect piece for a quiet night like that. A wonderful christmas night.

I must thank HX for that conversation we had on saturday.. I'm so inspired to pursue music. Music has always had a big place in my life, and all my life, i've only been a pursuer, a listener of music. I think it's time i took this further to bring the level of music appreciation to a higher level. Well, I had a little experience in music when I was in primary school (I'm not refering to the recorder lessons). I remember going to an english music teacher's house for piano lessons when i was primary 1 (i think). Unfortunately it didn't last for long. Don't get me wrong - it's not that i didn't like piano lessons. On the contrary, i enjoyed playing the piano! It was just that I was totally put off when my teacher told me that I had to take music exams. I wanted to pursue it for entirely leisure purposes, so exams were totally out of the question. So i dropped piano lessons.

Thinking back, it's funny cos i still had to take music exams in school. Well, at this stage in life where i am finally free of the woes of exams, i suppose i don't mind taking music exams. Shucks, i just miss the times in university where i had such easy access to musical performances by our own school orchestras, as well as all the other accomplished musicians who put up a show for the night during their tour around the state. And it cost only $5 for a performance. What a great way of spending the fri/ sat evenings - imagine having a sandwich at Panera bread (my fav bakery) and heading down to the school of music for 2 hours of 'take me out of this world' experience. I was also really comfortable catching such performances alone if my friends couldn't join me.

Anyway, i'm still considering whether i should take up violin or piano. Either way, it won't fulfil my secret dream of playing in an orchestra. Well, maybe it would come true if i actually unravel a hidden musical talent in me, if any at all. Awwww. Dreams often remain dreams, but i'll nevertheless never cease to dream. Speaking of secret dreams, i've so many i think i lose focus easily. For example, top gun's "the need for speed" always stuck with me - i wished i was a fighter pilot. And even before that, i dreamt of being the top martial arts pugilist - the traveling lone ranger who saves the damsels in distress and fights for justice - Even in my dreams, i could almost feel my blood boil in the face of injustice. Then again, I don't always have to be the hero -- 'Twilight' just totally rocked - damn, i wish i was Edward cullen (ps. and i was swooning at the baseball scene.) In short, i dream of being that special one, and preferably an underdog. Hah. Among other dreams that come and go are the likes of being a world-class ice-skater, musician (oddly my dreams didn't indictate any inclination towards a particular instrument, but i know horns are clearly out.), artist, food n wine connaisseur, writer. It's funny. I'm a true-blue engineer for physics n numbers used to get me high (speaking from the girl who put a picture of einstein at my desk when i needed inspiration during my O level period) yet I dream of such artsy fartsy stuff. I guess I'm just weird this way. =)

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Anyway, Back to Nodame Cantabile. My heart goes all out to Nodame. Somehow, I see a bit of me in her. Oh and one perfect illustration of this speaks for itself in the name of this blog 'verbatose' - a fragment of my imagination that such a word existed. The realist would say 'dude, you just don't know a word you're saying'; the philosopher would say 'now that's interesting, relating back to freud's theory on dreams, this blurred memory could be traced to a childhood memory ...'
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Pardon me if i've turned into a Ninja this christmas. I just need to be away, alone in my own world for a while to reflect on a number of things.

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