So that is it. Another wonderful personality leaving the Conservatory to join National Service, with much pleasure and joy. This is to Clarence Lee, his wonderful performance on Wednesday night. The person who treated me like a younger brother, was always a listening ear, and dear me, how we shared so many tips and notes during the Ettlingen trip.
Unbelievable it may sound, but we spent hours practising on each other how to be gentlemanly and how to show respect to the opposite gender. The best way of greeting a girl (who was incidentally a hotel pillow), how not to stutter when talking to girls, how to warm the room immediately with a brightening smile, both Clarence and I discovered slowly. Sure, tons of laughter filled the room as I started jumping on the pillow (who was incidentally 'the girl') and erm, pseudo-wrestling.
I've not been blogging much because I've been spamming practice on the piano. Juries is next Thursday, and I'm heading straight to my doom. Ponning school just to practise, and then still cannot make it. I want to switch to composition already, if I can do it. ZAD is getting on my nerves by denying she's damn godly good, but then again if she just quit piano I think I might just get all my self-esteem back. Which is not possible because she's not going to quit anytime soon. She's going to reserve all her Math skillz and Piano skillz for herself.
Is this turning into some resentment? Never knew I could hold that much against a girl. She's just more organized and focused than me. Like all people are. Like all girls are. Right?
Anyway I've been having questions about religion. Questions, doubts. My friends would probably have seen me with this yellow book. I don't feel like talking about religion now, because I have a rumbling tummy. But what, what shall I eat?
Right yesterday Yanjie and I decided to sneak down at 11pm to have dinner at the 247 Kopitiam behind. Wasn't the case because I was the only one who had dinner. I had a breakfast set after my dinner (yes, tea with eggs with toasted bread). Slept at a fantastic time of 1. Carpenters music in the background.
My life would be very much complete and fulfilled if I bothered to do my RJC homework. I don't. I don't want to do it. I don't feel like doing it. I can't do it. I just want to go to school and drink tea and discuss matters with my friends. I have had enough of proving to people what I can do.
I have to prove to NUS people, and then I have to prove to RJ people. Why bother myself? Because I have to. Because it's my future. Because it's our future. There are dreams I want to accomplish but not before I fulfil all these requirements. You love them so much you want to do it for them. You want to do everything for them. They don't have to know you are. Just go do. Just do it!.!
Maybe I should turn off the fan. I'm shivering.
There have been several changes to the house plan - the study room is officially Yanjie's room. My room is exceedingly cluttered with all the books and scores from my yester-years. If you want to see what Jonathan Shin played when he was 6, there it is. They're all there. And it all seemed so recent, just yesterday when I had to feel as though there were an egg under my hands, and I couldn't let the egg crack.
Mathematical equations lying under the mouse.
She was playing with stocks and
shares again, just like my dad. Stop trade now, screaming in my face, flapping in the wind. Red. Trying to write like Carol Ann Duffy. But.
Failing because this is my blog. I did. I wrote the words. I wrote the words.
Repetition. Another cheap way to imitate the words.
The words she wrote I wrote. Not understanding. Why so deep? Why read
so much when an elephant is an elephant, and a spaceship
is a spaceship. Does it look like one? Like anybody else's?
It does. The shape and the words. I wrote the words.
Repetition from a preceding
paragraph. Alliteration. Surprise I didn't continue with another word starting with A.
Aa. Bb. Cc. Sure, Lim would have asked him to Google it but we didn't. Could
have been talking about the mouse when I wrote red. The
ink maybe? Nein. You read too deep. But I never said it was the mouse. I wrote it.
The words wrote me. I wrote the worte. Scratch your head,
bewildered-
Your mum.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Failed Blogfest.
Blogfest!
Yesterday looked to be an extremely busy day, and it was. Just for convenience's sake I shall type out the programme for yesterday.
1. Sound Check @ RIJC
2. YAP Class @ YST
3. eXDee Set @ RIJC
[dinner, walk-around]
4. YST Conservatory Orchestra Concert @ Esplanade
[supper]
There turned out to be no Sound Check, but we used the time to run through all the songs that we were going to play later in the afternoon.
1. Dreams
2. Old Steps
3. Tipping, Falling
4. Dare You To Move
5. The Great Escape
I would like to thank the band for 'Old Steps' and the dedication. :)
It was less raucous than I had expected, partly because this event was held in school and there were of course parents around.
At this point of the post the author feels like he really needs to practise piano. He might update later though. Bye lovelies.
Yesterday looked to be an extremely busy day, and it was. Just for convenience's sake I shall type out the programme for yesterday.
1. Sound Check @ RIJC
2. YAP Class @ YST
3. eXDee Set @ RIJC
[dinner, walk-around]
4. YST Conservatory Orchestra Concert @ Esplanade
[supper]
There turned out to be no Sound Check, but we used the time to run through all the songs that we were going to play later in the afternoon.
1. Dreams
2. Old Steps
3. Tipping, Falling
4. Dare You To Move
5. The Great Escape
I would like to thank the band for 'Old Steps' and the dedication. :)
It was less raucous than I had expected, partly because this event was held in school and there were of course parents around.
At this point of the post the author feels like he really needs to practise piano. He might update later though. Bye lovelies.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Popcorn Wednesday!
Snuggled comfortably in front of the Mac computer in the Conservatory Technology Lab. Azariah's on my right, typing his peer evaluation form. I've just finished piano lesson, which was again nothing short of wizardry. But after realizing that people like Yanjie read my blog too, I've decided to type like any human being and stop blogging about my musical life.
Yanjie, in case you didn't realize, is my dad's girlfriend's daughter. And she's also from Hwa Chong Junior College. And CCL is also from Hwa Chong Junior College (which RJC accidently swept away while we were aiming for the Waterpolo A Div title). Must have been the movie theatre incentive.
"Boys, if we win this, we get to watch movies every Civics lesson. This is the ONLY difference separating us from HCJC."
":)"
[meanwhile]
"Boys, if we win this, we each get a buy-1-get-1-free coupon for ice lemon tea at the Fish Tank. This is the ONLY difference separating us from RIJC."
":|"
Another fun memory of the week: Two eager faces reflected on the microwave oven pane, against the backdrop of an expanding popcorn bag. Then we hear the delightful sound of corn popping and its mini-rebounds.
I think we shouldn't stand too close, and we retracted cautiously. Just enough to prevent our faces from being fried by the radiation, just enough hear the sensational pop. So much for a bag of popcorn.
Three straight days of Kenneth Hamilton Piano Playing as officially made my...oh wait, I'm not supposed to be talking about music again. See, see. But what else is there?
eXDee is performing tomorrow at the ORA Fair at RJC, so if you do want to hear us play, do come down!
Hm. Right. Made a trip down to HCJC during the week to catch up with Andai, and yes subsequently I would be going down to HCJC because that's my fastest route back home (something which I embarrassingly realized after a short 4 years). Finished my short G major motive and also my Mozart HP realization, and it's now on the Internet.
I might have as well put the score here.
Ok I have absolutely none the slightest of clues on how to put the second page up, but since it isn't there I could imagine that there would be some suspense as to how the second page would look like. "Would my face be there so the players faint when they turn the page?" "Would the expression markings have the word 'fuck' in them?"
ppp - fucking soft.
resofuckuluto.
With REALLY, lots and lots of determination.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Please respond to Facebook quiz
An attempt to start this blogpost failed on two occassions. The first was yesterday, when a cockroach invaded my study room. Yes, I am afraid of lizards and cockroaches. No, not moths nor ants.
So I entitled myself to trap this wicked insect at the corner of the room with a chair leg. However, it escaped and was soon limping up the wall. A few minutes before that I heard an extremely disturbing crack though, and I realised one of its wings was gone and the other legs were also kinda koyak.
Anyway I left the room, shut it, windows still open but this device was switched off. Beethoven score also went out, and any possible rations that could stay with me before I slept I brought out too.
The second occassion was today, when I tried to start this post at the YST Mac Lab, but thought it embarassing because the tapping of my fingers exceeded the decibels for whispering, so I gave it up. To type fast is to type noisily, says me.
On Sunday I was kindly invited to a game of soccer with Adriel, Daniel, Yisin, Yunsong, Chengsin, and the little brother, and some other people I didn't know. It was a good game, but overall it did give my body some workout, and my calves were hurting terribly after that. Simply sore.
The next day...Chi Ling and I and some other people (coughhackcoughhackdies) went to watch Shinjuku incident! Most stressful movie I've ever watched, but I'm morbidly fascinated with hands coming off. Especially my dad. "Which part did you like most?" "The part where the hand come off." "Siaow, first one or second one?" "First one lah! That one damn shiok."
My jaws dropped.
Ah yes! I most certainly didn't get to miss the Toyota Camry Incident, when my dad was driving the car. Yes, he was driving out of Jurong Point after we had dinner there, and from the opposing direction coming down into the basement he saw another car which was about to hit the adjacent pillar. His words of caution rang out to me as he said, "Peng you, tio liao, tio liao."
Which translated meant "Friend, hit already, hit already." Or for those Anglophiles out there, "Friend, you're going to get hit, you're going to get hit."
And then this dull growl came from the port side of the car, and yes, if the friend he was talking about were himself, he was quite right.
What can I say? After we got out of the car later, beholden and lol, the left corner of the bumper was scratched and blackened, after the silver coating got scraped off.
"lao beh, tio liao, tio liao."
"-.-" - him
Yeah anyway back to the Shinjuku incident my dad said it was pretty uncomfortable because she was there and it was the first time anyway and they didn't know each other at all except through word of mouth, so both of us had to content with sitting beside each other in the middle. Haha! Not a single awkward moment for both of us though.
Just today we had Jap lunch, and yes, couple of nice little coincedences and things like that but I survived all of them. Just got another one as I'm typing this.
Practical class was in the morning conducted by Dr. Gooi (without fail, I think he's a nice teacher and a nice chap and pretty hilarious also. and patient!), I played Beethoven Op. 10 No. 3 2nd movement without having had a lesson yet with Dr Hecht :O holey shit I'm not even sure whether that's allowed but the comments were generally good and he didn't have much to say, though I definitely took notice of the comments.
Right. Was thinking something cool happened yesterday. Oh yes! I met Fiona at HC busstop, and I decided to catch up with her at KAP because we haven't talked for a long time, and it was my maiden trip to KAP Mcdonalds anyway. I've always been afraid of that place, particular since I know Nanyang girls frequent that area.
Yes, lizards, cockroaches, and Nanyang girls. HCJC girls definitely not counted. I'm afraid of them particularly because of my bad experiences in Secondary 2 (like how my blogging life started with anonymous taggers tagging on random crushings). Keh. Ok whatever yes, we need to go out on a pool outing with Nigel and Shiyin set. Some day, if us men can make it. Time, time.
Completed the ever-smallest section of my fantasy during Chinese class, and I'm starting to get a little irritated with how she keeps nagging. But she's nice to me. :)
And lastly something from Facebook:
Liszt once said that D Major is “happy, sunny, and yellow,” which truly describes the D Major personality. As such, songs written in D Major usually have a happy, playful melody and rhythm. D Majors have a great sense of humor and thus makes friends easily. However, they sometimes can be too carefree and irresponsible, not to mention insensitive about people’s feelings. Like A Majors, D Majors possess a childlike positive outlook, though D Majors have a better grasp of reality. D Majors get along with almost all key signatures because of their friendly nature, but E Majors can teach them more about responsibility and B Minors can pull back their excess optimism. They should best avoid F sharp Majors as they don’t see eye-to-eye.
Ok so I took the "What key are you" quiz.
What do you'll think?
So I entitled myself to trap this wicked insect at the corner of the room with a chair leg. However, it escaped and was soon limping up the wall. A few minutes before that I heard an extremely disturbing crack though, and I realised one of its wings was gone and the other legs were also kinda koyak.
Anyway I left the room, shut it, windows still open but this device was switched off. Beethoven score also went out, and any possible rations that could stay with me before I slept I brought out too.
The second occassion was today, when I tried to start this post at the YST Mac Lab, but thought it embarassing because the tapping of my fingers exceeded the decibels for whispering, so I gave it up. To type fast is to type noisily, says me.
On Sunday I was kindly invited to a game of soccer with Adriel, Daniel, Yisin, Yunsong, Chengsin, and the little brother, and some other people I didn't know. It was a good game, but overall it did give my body some workout, and my calves were hurting terribly after that. Simply sore.
The next day...Chi Ling and I and some other people (coughhackcoughhackdies) went to watch Shinjuku incident! Most stressful movie I've ever watched, but I'm morbidly fascinated with hands coming off. Especially my dad. "Which part did you like most?" "The part where the hand come off." "Siaow, first one or second one?" "First one lah! That one damn shiok."
My jaws dropped.
Ah yes! I most certainly didn't get to miss the Toyota Camry Incident, when my dad was driving the car. Yes, he was driving out of Jurong Point after we had dinner there, and from the opposing direction coming down into the basement he saw another car which was about to hit the adjacent pillar. His words of caution rang out to me as he said, "Peng you, tio liao, tio liao."
Which translated meant "Friend, hit already, hit already." Or for those Anglophiles out there, "Friend, you're going to get hit, you're going to get hit."
And then this dull growl came from the port side of the car, and yes, if the friend he was talking about were himself, he was quite right.
What can I say? After we got out of the car later, beholden and lol, the left corner of the bumper was scratched and blackened, after the silver coating got scraped off.
"lao beh, tio liao, tio liao."
"-.-" - him
Yeah anyway back to the Shinjuku incident my dad said it was pretty uncomfortable because she was there and it was the first time anyway and they didn't know each other at all except through word of mouth, so both of us had to content with sitting beside each other in the middle. Haha! Not a single awkward moment for both of us though.
Just today we had Jap lunch, and yes, couple of nice little coincedences and things like that but I survived all of them. Just got another one as I'm typing this.
Practical class was in the morning conducted by Dr. Gooi (without fail, I think he's a nice teacher and a nice chap and pretty hilarious also. and patient!), I played Beethoven Op. 10 No. 3 2nd movement without having had a lesson yet with Dr Hecht :O holey shit I'm not even sure whether that's allowed but the comments were generally good and he didn't have much to say, though I definitely took notice of the comments.
Right. Was thinking something cool happened yesterday. Oh yes! I met Fiona at HC busstop, and I decided to catch up with her at KAP because we haven't talked for a long time, and it was my maiden trip to KAP Mcdonalds anyway. I've always been afraid of that place, particular since I know Nanyang girls frequent that area.
Yes, lizards, cockroaches, and Nanyang girls. HCJC girls definitely not counted. I'm afraid of them particularly because of my bad experiences in Secondary 2 (like how my blogging life started with anonymous taggers tagging on random crushings). Keh. Ok whatever yes, we need to go out on a pool outing with Nigel and Shiyin set. Some day, if us men can make it. Time, time.
Completed the ever-smallest section of my fantasy during Chinese class, and I'm starting to get a little irritated with how she keeps nagging. But she's nice to me. :)
And lastly something from Facebook:
Liszt once said that D Major is “happy, sunny, and yellow,” which truly describes the D Major personality. As such, songs written in D Major usually have a happy, playful melody and rhythm. D Majors have a great sense of humor and thus makes friends easily. However, they sometimes can be too carefree and irresponsible, not to mention insensitive about people’s feelings. Like A Majors, D Majors possess a childlike positive outlook, though D Majors have a better grasp of reality. D Majors get along with almost all key signatures because of their friendly nature, but E Majors can teach them more about responsibility and B Minors can pull back their excess optimism. They should best avoid F sharp Majors as they don’t see eye-to-eye.
Ok so I took the "What key are you" quiz.
What do you'll think?
Saturday, April 4, 2009
and cartwheeling back from his adventures...JS!
Dear Readers,
I have had immense imaginary pressure to blog because there are eyes that constantly return to the words here and are hungry for more. Or are there not? I wonder. Maybe there aren't but I'm blogging now, so who cares.
Ok lots of performances I realised that weren't blogged about. First on the list - Primarily Piano.
Yours truly played Ravel Sonatine Third Movement on that day, but I was truly only looking forward to the pizza, and the ice lemon tea which accompanied it. Two pizza slices, one cup, and I was off. But not before the well-wishes for the Medan performance came around once again...thanks people.
That was...Tuesday, two weeks back. If I'm not wrong, 24th of March.
Three days later (dramatic music please), Dr Hecht's lesson for all the Medan pieces which included:
Mozart Sonata 1st movement
Faure Impromptu
Liszt Petrarch Sonnet
Chopin Harp Etude
Griffes Scherzo
Ravel Sonatine
Shostakovich Concertino (2 pianos)
Gliere Valse Triste (sad waltz - direct translation, seriously) (2 pianos)
Chopin Polonaise Fantasie (orchestral reduction)
All of these which were memorised except for the orchestral reduction. How I love my 3MB-free brain as of today. Ask me what time I had my dinner yesterday and I wouldn't be able to continue this post.
So don't!
Medan's roads are extremely bumpy and cluttered, and it is entirely true that if you can drive in Indonesian traffic, you can drive anywhere in the world. But like any good author, let's start from the beginning.
Jonathan Shin was born in Ma.. On Saturday itself I skipped YA class for the first time (gasp) so I could rehearse with my band eXDee at Daniel's house. We got around to practising for around 4 hours, working on the dynamics and balance. Thinking about how I viewed classical art music against contemporary music a few years back, I'm surprised that I've changed alot. From thinking about how simple pop/indie/rock music can get, to getting RIGHT into the heat of it and viewing it from inside out.
There's a difference, and it's not rare you get that orgasmic feel running right into your bones every few hours you play in a band. Not forgetting classical music, but it's much easier considering the obscure chords you get when you play in a Mahler or Strauss orchestral piece. Yes, my point is, composers like Mahler and Strauss make use of such dissonances to produce aural pleasure.
We might argue though, that the power chords of I, IV, V and vi - the basic chord foundation of contemporary music help us to access that region of satisfaction and thrill with more ease. But it's not my time to argue about it. Eh, with different people comes contrasting viewpoints.
Ok then after that we cabbed down to Esplanade for our performance at the Esplanade Outdoor Theatre. I'll gladly post some pictures.
"What? eXDee is that good? Sure or not... (in typical Nigel style)?" Here's the page.
I have had immense imaginary pressure to blog because there are eyes that constantly return to the words here and are hungry for more. Or are there not? I wonder. Maybe there aren't but I'm blogging now, so who cares.
Ok lots of performances I realised that weren't blogged about. First on the list - Primarily Piano.
Yours truly played Ravel Sonatine Third Movement on that day, but I was truly only looking forward to the pizza, and the ice lemon tea which accompanied it. Two pizza slices, one cup, and I was off. But not before the well-wishes for the Medan performance came around once again...thanks people.
That was...Tuesday, two weeks back. If I'm not wrong, 24th of March.
Three days later (dramatic music please), Dr Hecht's lesson for all the Medan pieces which included:
Mozart Sonata 1st movement
Faure Impromptu
Liszt Petrarch Sonnet
Chopin Harp Etude
Griffes Scherzo
Ravel Sonatine
Shostakovich Concertino (2 pianos)
Gliere Valse Triste (sad waltz - direct translation, seriously) (2 pianos)
Chopin Polonaise Fantasie (orchestral reduction)
All of these which were memorised except for the orchestral reduction. How I love my 3MB-free brain as of today. Ask me what time I had my dinner yesterday and I wouldn't be able to continue this post.
So don't!
Medan's roads are extremely bumpy and cluttered, and it is entirely true that if you can drive in Indonesian traffic, you can drive anywhere in the world. But like any good author, let's start from the beginning.
There's a difference, and it's not rare you get that orgasmic feel running right into your bones every few hours you play in a band. Not forgetting classical music, but it's much easier considering the obscure chords you get when you play in a Mahler or Strauss orchestral piece. Yes, my point is, composers like Mahler and Strauss make use of such dissonances to produce aural pleasure.
We might argue though, that the power chords of I, IV, V and vi - the basic chord foundation of contemporary music help us to access that region of satisfaction and thrill with more ease. But it's not my time to argue about it. Eh, with different people comes contrasting viewpoints.
Ok then after that we cabbed down to Esplanade for our performance at the Esplanade Outdoor Theatre. I'll gladly post some pictures.
Facebook didn't pop any photos of us up together, so none of it goes on the blog. As you can clearly see on the amplifier, it says "BAYBEATS AUDTION 2008". Ok fine fine, no caps, but yes I'm just trying to make it clearer for you'll.
"What? eXDee is that good? Sure or not... (in typical Nigel style)?" Here's the page.
Yeah ok so now it's over and the festival will be held one week after my performance for Inspire Gala 09. Festival's on the 28th, 29th, and 30th of August. The middle one being my birthday date. Well, it would be nice if I got to perform on my birthday, but I rather it being a free day for me to spend quality time with my family than one full of hustle and bustle.
This day was no exception. After the performance I was whisked back home to continue packing my stuff for Medan (the flight was at 7.30pm).
zad came over to practise two pianos (I had yet to memorise the Valse then (!!) ) and Chi Ling from Ms Tan's house to watch us practise and send us off at the airport. The most memorable question of that day was from zad, on the topic of "How do you get on the LRT platform?" Stupefied for seconds.
And then after that five of us - Myself, Chi Ling, zad and her mum, my dad - went off to the Airport, got confused with Terminal 1 and Budget Terminal but made the check-in perfectly on time.
The plane trip was approximately 1 hour, which meant that I entered the plane listening to "Back in the USSR", which was the first track on the Beatles White album, and left it listening to "Julia", which was the last track. Nice.
First signs of what to expect in Indonesia was an express treatment - men asking us whether we needed help for our luggage, all promptly shrugged off. Simply no time for an express luggage loss, thank you very much.
Shirley and her mum picked us up from the airport, and the traffic nightmare began. Flags for the Indonesian elections were EVERYWHERE on the sidewalks, and it was a mirage of blue, yellow, and red. And in the event that my readers are as ignorant to the news as I am to blogging over the past few days, the Indonesian legislative elections are to be held on the 9th of April.
Total number of parties running? 44.
Compare it to Singapore, and we're simply a digit extension of a turned-off giant.
And lo and behold, the faces and posters were everywhere, some smiling, some looking bored, some resembling mug shots while pending trial for murder, a couple looking to strangle the photographer, and not least of all, the "why-am-i-wasting-time-participating-in-this"look.
Of course, those with minimal funding for advertising did not get to put their posters anywhere public, but I'm sure they were creative and took to public toilets to enter their pictures for target training (for men). "If I hit him, I'll vote him." "Aww, missed! I really liked his political ideas though. Maybe next time then." For women, I'm guessing it would be much tougher.
A nutshell insight of Indonesian toilet politics.
Anyway we had a good taste of Medan food, and I have to assure you that it did keep my bowel movements regular (compared to back in Singaore), and most importantly, Medan food is delicious. I missed the chicken glutinous rice wrapped with pandan leaves. And that dory fish (ahhh..) that was fried in its entirety and looked absolutely wholesome with its fins spread out and its tail whipped up in an angle. Brown, golden, and eyes that stare wide at the world.
Eat.
The performance was on the next day itself (which was Sunday). At 4pm, Singapore 5pm. A few hours before Adriel invited me to a soccer game, which I politely declined because I couldn't afford to miss a performance myself, though I was tempted to take a flight back when I received it. Thanks Adriel.
And finally, the performance itself. I wasn't nerve-wrecked, but it was enough to throw me off guard when I played Mozart's 1st movement - an improvised left hand should have done well to patch it up from the 200-people-5-guys audience. Valse Triste was a blatant show of attempting to memorise - we got all the notes right, but a glimpse of her while I was at the opposing end made me chuckle.
We were both running through our heads on the next notes, pretending to move with the music but simply trying to get on with the flow so as not to lose concentration. But it was good music nonetheless, with all of musicality and tone.
Shostakovich drooled with sarcasm and mindless teasing (my lifejob). We brought a fresh and energizing rendition to it. All in all, good job well done! The photo-taking session/coffee break after the whole thing was a killer to our cheeks, with forced smiling not forgotten. We both received a Parker pen as a token of appreciation, I thought it would be apt as a gift, but Parker pens would probably be more suited for men.
But the performance was dedicated to you anyway, you back in Singapore doing your homework while I played. :)
I got back following Monday, and the facebook friend requests started coming in, and all the photo tags were pouring in too. They can be viewed here - http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=739548283#/profile.php?id=739548283&v=photos
Four days later I performed at RJC Music J1 concert, Shostakovich again this time with Willette. Thanks Michelle from HC for coming. And of course, the ever-supportive Chan Chi Ling. Yay more incentive not to miss out the tonic and dominant chords of "Somewhere over the Rainbow", which was touching and served as a good ending to the concert. Good job guys. See, as unexpected, everything with Jonathan Shin last minute but very good, although I didn't play much a part in this concert except perform and checking the placements of the pianos.
An Ibach and a yamaha c6 is no joke. Good job RJC for investing so much into music, you really rock. After that 3 of us cabbed to NUS to watch Dr Hecht's Hommage to Poulenc Concert, which was another concert that was beyond words. The ensemble work, deft and exquisite, is ENTIRELY out of my critique range. We shall now look to the guidance of Dr. Chang Tou Liang and Miss Chan for a taste of what true reviewing is.
I, Jonathan Shin, am now simply a digit extension of a turned-off giant.
But no matter, because I have completed my journeys over the past 2 weeks, as it has always been. Like, an adventure. Next week, my first concert with RJC Piano Ensemble on Wednesday.
Meanwhile...my composition pursuits has me in the midst of sketches and manuscripts on my Piano Quartet - violin 1 violin 2 cello piano. If only. If only, I could replace violin 2 with viola. Hopefully it can make it in time for its premiere in August, and I would love to see TheoKwek, Lanabel, myself on cello and CL on piano for this one.
Yours truly,
Jonathan
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