Fine. SOmeone asked for an update so I will update you guys a little about Spain. Firstly, I would like to announce that I didn´t bring a camera there so I don´t get to share the sights with you! THE FREAKING SIGHTS ARE WONDERFUL!!! Ok, so half of you should have already clicked and left this blog. (reverse psychology)
Secondly I need to explain how I got this computer - it´s eight Euros for one hour, so that means altogether 20 dollars for one hour. That´s how I got it.
Ok some updates on the Competition - for my category there are only five people competing. So if I don´t win something (the results are tomorrow), I will really really quit performing and spend the rest of my years in recluse.
Actually I felt I did EVERYTHING that I was supposed to do, all the nuances and all the pedalling. And I listened to the acoustics around me, and it worked fine. But the only problem was I made some stupid slips that were totally unnessecary. Like, you know, the left hand working fine and the right hand suddenly slipping.
I hate my composure sometimes. On the performance stage.
I have the hotel room to myself, entirely, so I spend most of my days journeying to the competition centre itself by a free bus that takes everyone along. On somedays though I stay in the hotel room composing, and on that side I do have good news.
Unfortunately (Fortunately) you guys wouldn´t get to be hearing another improvisation from me because there are only 5 pianos around this whole city and everyone really takes turns to go to them.
The environment here is freaking nice also because everyone has breakfast together, and I have made some really good friends from my category already. One from Porto, and the other from Mallorca. :)
I came here with Dr Hecht (as already mentioned previously) but he´s staying in the judge hotel, which of course we can´t access because we are contestants.
To be honest I haven´t even touched any beaches or swam yet because I simply don´t feel like exposing my body to the freaking sun. Í´m tanned enough thank you, if I want to get more tanned no one can see me anymore.
Tomorrow is results day, and I can hard-hard-hardly wait lah...my first international break. No, seriously, if I´m not going to get anything I´ll be feeling depressed. Like seriously depressed. Capital D Depressed...The beaches are beautiful, there´s a wonderful Sun here, and a really cool breeze that floats across the island.
The only thing I´m not looking forward to are the flights. They really are turbulence-attractors. Nearly shit in my pants the last time I was on the plane.
I´m looking forward to Singapore too - Rafflesian Spotlight! Of course I´ll be hoping to come back with my first international break. Wouldn´t disappoint you guys!!!
Off to play Grand Theft Auto now, originally was supposed to be, but saw Fiona´s tag on blogging. Just had to.
Love you girls.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
2 days to Spain
Just done showering - I came back at around 10.45 today after a 8-10pm piano lesson with Zhang Aidi. Played the whole Spain program. Can't really say I'm feeling tired, because after a hot bath one always feels refreshed. It feels damn good sitting here though on the 22nd storey.
Cock my head to one side, and I see all the way till the tall hills of Malaysia, which are about a few hundred kilometres away from here, but still taller than all the HDB blocks in front of it. I wonder what's going on in those hills now - sometimes this sense of mystery gets the better of me, you know? It's like, sitting in front of your desk at 1am and then wondering, what's out there in the dark? What is it like out there? I got an experience of that in Germany, passing all those huge hills and mountains at 10pm.
And then you start wondering, why are they so dark, so black? I mean, what's in them? Of course, nocturnal animals la. But isn't it always so fun to think about what creatures seem to lurk in those forested areas, covered by Mother Nature herself.
Another 2 more days before I leave for Spain...Feeling pretty hungry now. Should I eat?
Recently I went to the library and saw the book about Journal Writing. Not much inside can be used for online journal writing, so I didn't take much notice of it. Until...nope. No until. Never saw it again.
Which reminds me that I should be in bed reading the book that I borrowed. Jonathan Shin does follow book series, and there's one I follow really tightly. That's the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I love his style of writing! Anyway talking about styles I'm trying to combine both the styles of Chopin's simply pianistic writing and Rachmaninov's strong harmonies into my as-of-now still shitty composing.
But I like the method I'm using. Although it's super slow I think it's super effective. I mean, why not, learning it by yourself simply by looking at other composers' works, dissecting them, looking at them from the macro then micro scale, and then back again.
Comparing them, then using all these things. You're ready to roll.
I'm real glad though that we have finally signed up for Rafflesian Spotlight. Never knew our class people had this talent. You see, we're able to sing any given lyrics. ANY given body of text. Then give us 30 seconds, and then it's ready. It's an entirely presentable song.
It's really a talent. To be able to listen, while at the same time create new melodies with these harmonies. And one doesn't even KNOW the harmonies. Please do join me applauding Nigel, Joseph. It's fun to know that lots of other people want to do what we're doing, because it's special.
Had a rollicking time with Kakiong and Liyoung in the jamming room also, me on bass giving the Dm, F, G, F, and just putting them on near-max volume insane mode, Kakiong on the whining leads and roaring rhythms, and Liyoung with split-second perfect drum playing. Just loved the part where he threw his stick into the air, and sent it crashing down directly on the beat.
We were probably all drooling on the floor and screaming, but I knew after that I was totally spent in dad's car. Just drooping my head with all the fatigue of playing. It's a totally different story 12 hours later though.
Quiet.
Reflective.
Introspective.
Just the sound of music in my head, waiting to be placed on paper. As I have told lots of people, every musician can have the most wonderful melodies in their head. But only the composer can put it on paper.
Guten Nacht.
Cock my head to one side, and I see all the way till the tall hills of Malaysia, which are about a few hundred kilometres away from here, but still taller than all the HDB blocks in front of it. I wonder what's going on in those hills now - sometimes this sense of mystery gets the better of me, you know? It's like, sitting in front of your desk at 1am and then wondering, what's out there in the dark? What is it like out there? I got an experience of that in Germany, passing all those huge hills and mountains at 10pm.
And then you start wondering, why are they so dark, so black? I mean, what's in them? Of course, nocturnal animals la. But isn't it always so fun to think about what creatures seem to lurk in those forested areas, covered by Mother Nature herself.
Another 2 more days before I leave for Spain...Feeling pretty hungry now. Should I eat?
Recently I went to the library and saw the book about Journal Writing. Not much inside can be used for online journal writing, so I didn't take much notice of it. Until...nope. No until. Never saw it again.
Which reminds me that I should be in bed reading the book that I borrowed. Jonathan Shin does follow book series, and there's one I follow really tightly. That's the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I love his style of writing! Anyway talking about styles I'm trying to combine both the styles of Chopin's simply pianistic writing and Rachmaninov's strong harmonies into my as-of-now still shitty composing.
But I like the method I'm using. Although it's super slow I think it's super effective. I mean, why not, learning it by yourself simply by looking at other composers' works, dissecting them, looking at them from the macro then micro scale, and then back again.
Comparing them, then using all these things. You're ready to roll.
I'm real glad though that we have finally signed up for Rafflesian Spotlight. Never knew our class people had this talent. You see, we're able to sing any given lyrics. ANY given body of text. Then give us 30 seconds, and then it's ready. It's an entirely presentable song.
It's really a talent. To be able to listen, while at the same time create new melodies with these harmonies. And one doesn't even KNOW the harmonies. Please do join me applauding Nigel, Joseph. It's fun to know that lots of other people want to do what we're doing, because it's special.
Had a rollicking time with Kakiong and Liyoung in the jamming room also, me on bass giving the Dm, F, G, F, and just putting them on near-max volume insane mode, Kakiong on the whining leads and roaring rhythms, and Liyoung with split-second perfect drum playing. Just loved the part where he threw his stick into the air, and sent it crashing down directly on the beat.
We were probably all drooling on the floor and screaming, but I knew after that I was totally spent in dad's car. Just drooping my head with all the fatigue of playing. It's a totally different story 12 hours later though.
Quiet.
Reflective.
Introspective.
Just the sound of music in my head, waiting to be placed on paper. As I have told lots of people, every musician can have the most wonderful melodies in their head. But only the composer can put it on paper.
Guten Nacht.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Found my first-ever photo taken with Dr Hecht
My first ever photo with Dr. Hecht! I found it in my only thumbdrive I ever had. Here it is:
That was when I played Debussy Reflections of the Water for him (which I screwed up pretty badly - bet it was mosquito music) and then after that Granados Allegro de Concierto.
This photo was taken in Secondary 2 by my mum I think.
K that's all, hope you guys enjoy the blog music. I simply hate the recording though, because it was done in a super enclosed room. And it is COMPLETELY improvised so I didn't think of any segments of it before I played the entire piece.
But I personally I think I've done an alright job of blowing up the whole piece, so now there's larger fragments and more virtuosic stuff in it, albeit the whole thing's still organized. I'll record that version after I come back from Spain.
That was when I played Debussy Reflections of the Water for him (which I screwed up pretty badly - bet it was mosquito music) and then after that Granados Allegro de Concierto.
This photo was taken in Secondary 2 by my mum I think.
K that's all, hope you guys enjoy the blog music. I simply hate the recording though, because it was done in a super enclosed room. And it is COMPLETELY improvised so I didn't think of any segments of it before I played the entire piece.
But I personally I think I've done an alright job of blowing up the whole piece, so now there's larger fragments and more virtuosic stuff in it, albeit the whole thing's still organized. I'll record that version after I come back from Spain.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
From Me to YOu
I feel great looking at the bloghits decreasing exponentially. So fun! It's been a week since I last posted, all the more the reason.
Honestly I feel very stupid going for Chinese lessons. I don't hand in my work, not because I don't KNOW how to do the work, but I find myself distracted every time I attempt to start on it. just like now, when I'm supposed to be doing Chinese work, but I'm blogging.
Then again I find it neccesary to justify my own actions by writing this letter to you readers. Every single day, every single Chinese lesson I'm made to stand (with a dozen of my classmates at the back of the class) for nearly 45 minutes to an hour. Reason is because we basically didn't do our work. Well, fair enough, teachers also have a hard time trying to mark our papers and constantly chase us for our work.
I think partly the reason would be that the school is CRAZY.
That Raffles Institution, in order for it to keep its position (while others WOULD argue it isn't, I'm paid to say this so, please don't argue) of one of the top schools in Singapore, constantly spams its students with assignments, homework, CCAs. What do you expect from a top school?
I just find a serious degradation of life and morales in this school. My GPA has fallen gracefully from 3.5 to 2.0 in Secondary 4. I can't keep myself dedicated to schoolwork. There's this, impending sense of doom, you know, this chaotic inner feeling that I'm feeling. I'm experiencing.
Just me, of course. I don't think my schoolmates and classmates will feel it, but it's just me. I don't know how I manage it, but at the same time I find this inner joy in being able to do what I'm able to do.
You can't fault me for that - I find great joy in practising music and just spending my time in Chemistry lessons whirling my brain around with musical fluid. It's this inner peace, you know? I can do all of it with great abbadon, and no one is going to stop me or anything.
But time and again we'll have to constantly remind ourselves. You know, I don't mind my classmates at all, neither have I ever, ever bore a single hate for anyone of them. It's just the school, bearing down on us, MOE, not caring for any of our interests, insisting that we must finish it or die.
But luckily, I thoroughly enjoy what I'm doing at NUS. It's a love-hate relationship between MOE and I.
And then I'm dealing with this utterly powerful desire they call love, inside. Sometimes it becomes so important, other times it doesn't. Sometimes when I think about it, I really do cry! But then otherwise it's really bliss.
So once again, I'll be flying off to Spain on my birthday. It'll be quite nice, celebrating my birthday on the plane, hope the candles don't accidently fall off and burn a hole in the aluminium plates of the plane. Maybe then we'll have just a little turbulence...a teeny-weeny one. More turbulence would be ok, you guys can handle it.
I mean, you can't drop out or anything, you'll just have to stay with the plane. And if you die, too bad! We don't care about your interests or anything, we'll have to be realistic. We've got a name too man, a brand name we need to show everyone that we have yet to drop anyone from our school.
Look, seriously, I'm not in a pissed-off mood. I just want to poke at the school system...they make life really tough for people like me. 15 years of age, previously the prettiest face in Sec 1-2, now an enemy of Mama Lion. And already starting crumble at the fortress defences.
Honestly I feel very stupid going for Chinese lessons. I don't hand in my work, not because I don't KNOW how to do the work, but I find myself distracted every time I attempt to start on it. just like now, when I'm supposed to be doing Chinese work, but I'm blogging.
Then again I find it neccesary to justify my own actions by writing this letter to you readers. Every single day, every single Chinese lesson I'm made to stand (with a dozen of my classmates at the back of the class) for nearly 45 minutes to an hour. Reason is because we basically didn't do our work. Well, fair enough, teachers also have a hard time trying to mark our papers and constantly chase us for our work.
I think partly the reason would be that the school is CRAZY.
That Raffles Institution, in order for it to keep its position (while others WOULD argue it isn't, I'm paid to say this so, please don't argue) of one of the top schools in Singapore, constantly spams its students with assignments, homework, CCAs. What do you expect from a top school?
I just find a serious degradation of life and morales in this school. My GPA has fallen gracefully from 3.5 to 2.0 in Secondary 4. I can't keep myself dedicated to schoolwork. There's this, impending sense of doom, you know, this chaotic inner feeling that I'm feeling. I'm experiencing.
Just me, of course. I don't think my schoolmates and classmates will feel it, but it's just me. I don't know how I manage it, but at the same time I find this inner joy in being able to do what I'm able to do.
You can't fault me for that - I find great joy in practising music and just spending my time in Chemistry lessons whirling my brain around with musical fluid. It's this inner peace, you know? I can do all of it with great abbadon, and no one is going to stop me or anything.
But time and again we'll have to constantly remind ourselves. You know, I don't mind my classmates at all, neither have I ever, ever bore a single hate for anyone of them. It's just the school, bearing down on us, MOE, not caring for any of our interests, insisting that we must finish it or die.
But luckily, I thoroughly enjoy what I'm doing at NUS. It's a love-hate relationship between MOE and I.
And then I'm dealing with this utterly powerful desire they call love, inside. Sometimes it becomes so important, other times it doesn't. Sometimes when I think about it, I really do cry! But then otherwise it's really bliss.
So once again, I'll be flying off to Spain on my birthday. It'll be quite nice, celebrating my birthday on the plane, hope the candles don't accidently fall off and burn a hole in the aluminium plates of the plane. Maybe then we'll have just a little turbulence...a teeny-weeny one. More turbulence would be ok, you guys can handle it.
I mean, you can't drop out or anything, you'll just have to stay with the plane. And if you die, too bad! We don't care about your interests or anything, we'll have to be realistic. We've got a name too man, a brand name we need to show everyone that we have yet to drop anyone from our school.
Look, seriously, I'm not in a pissed-off mood. I just want to poke at the school system...they make life really tough for people like me. 15 years of age, previously the prettiest face in Sec 1-2, now an enemy of Mama Lion. And already starting crumble at the fortress defences.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Pictures from Germany!
From left: Uncle Wai,Auntie Geok, Auntie Emily, Uncle S.S, Me, then Clarence. In Frankfurt on Day 2, before we play soccer. Taking a stroll through the real woods, by a huge field.
Both standing on the bridge that crosses over the river that passes through Ettlingen. That is in Germany.
In the concert hall itself.
Will post more in a jiffy.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Before France
My recent fascination with Rachmaninov was fueled in Germany, after I bought a CD featuring two of Rachmaninov's piano concertos (No. 2 and 3)from a music school in Karlsruhe.
Shall continue with the Germany Anthology - A collection of short blogposts.
I shall fast-foward to the day Clarence played - couple of whoops from the audience and a total of three stage-in outs. After that he got really popular for some reasons - his Scriabin was so powerful that the entire grand piano moved when he played the last few chords.
And his Schumann was simply magical...when we all got down to listening to it you could hear everyone stifling their breaths. Really beautiful.
Non-musical stuff include driving and shopping at nearby town of Karlsruhe (nearby being 8km, ok being 50km, far being 100km). The taxis in Europe are insane, because the taxi fare rises by 10 Euro cents every second. Which means for every second, erm. It's 20 cents. You'll definitely go insane if it goes on Singapore dollars.
One taxi trip in Singapore that costs $40. Heard that? HEARD THAT??
Uncle: Thank you. Trip is, let's see...$40. PLus a surcharge of $5.
Me: But...but Uncle! $40 is...
Uncle: Ok enough, lah! We just travelled from Bukit Batok to Chua Chu Kang only what!
Me: Uncle, can use class funds?
Uncle: What that.
Then after that I bought the very kool manuscript paper, with 12 staves altogether. The special thing about is, the manuscript paper is arranged like foolscalp! As in, you can tear them off from the top, not like a book arrangement.
The food portions were as usual, large and salty. And the clothes were also equally large. No salt, thanks.
Not surprisingly I decided to go and shop, simply because I was lacking a jacket that I could wear in Germany. I looked pretty hard though for a costume that could fit my size, because all of them looked like bath robes on me. Only a person like Zhongren could buy clothings in Germany.
Personally I can't remember the arrangement of the trip, simply because I didn't keep a travel log. But I believe after Clarence played we all took a drive to France.
To FRANCE!!! Yeap. Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai picked us up at our hotel, and 6 of us squeezed inside the Mercendes-Benz and headed towards France, which was about 100km away. We went to Strasbourg, which was located at the very east of France. (We were at the very west of Germany, so the trip was possible)
Was really amazed that I could be in another country in this trip, because I was expecting ourselves to be stuck here in Germany for the rest of the week.
Did some shopping again, but I was really depressed because I didn't bring enough Euros. You know, Germany and France are just total opposites. In Germany, everything was large, salty, visually-unappealing.
But in France the clothes were small, non-salty, and visually-appealing. Just check out Lilliput and Brobdingnag.
Will talk about France later in the evening, when PM Lee gives his National Day Rally.
Shall continue with the Germany Anthology - A collection of short blogposts.
I shall fast-foward to the day Clarence played - couple of whoops from the audience and a total of three stage-in outs. After that he got really popular for some reasons - his Scriabin was so powerful that the entire grand piano moved when he played the last few chords.
And his Schumann was simply magical...when we all got down to listening to it you could hear everyone stifling their breaths. Really beautiful.
Non-musical stuff include driving and shopping at nearby town of Karlsruhe (nearby being 8km, ok being 50km, far being 100km). The taxis in Europe are insane, because the taxi fare rises by 10 Euro cents every second. Which means for every second, erm. It's 20 cents. You'll definitely go insane if it goes on Singapore dollars.
One taxi trip in Singapore that costs $40. Heard that? HEARD THAT??
Uncle: Thank you. Trip is, let's see...$40. PLus a surcharge of $5.
Me: But...but Uncle! $40 is...
Uncle: Ok enough, lah! We just travelled from Bukit Batok to Chua Chu Kang only what!
Me: Uncle, can use class funds?
Uncle: What that.
Then after that I bought the very kool manuscript paper, with 12 staves altogether. The special thing about is, the manuscript paper is arranged like foolscalp! As in, you can tear them off from the top, not like a book arrangement.
The food portions were as usual, large and salty. And the clothes were also equally large. No salt, thanks.
Not surprisingly I decided to go and shop, simply because I was lacking a jacket that I could wear in Germany. I looked pretty hard though for a costume that could fit my size, because all of them looked like bath robes on me. Only a person like Zhongren could buy clothings in Germany.
Personally I can't remember the arrangement of the trip, simply because I didn't keep a travel log. But I believe after Clarence played we all took a drive to France.
To FRANCE!!! Yeap. Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai picked us up at our hotel, and 6 of us squeezed inside the Mercendes-Benz and headed towards France, which was about 100km away. We went to Strasbourg, which was located at the very east of France. (We were at the very west of Germany, so the trip was possible)
Was really amazed that I could be in another country in this trip, because I was expecting ourselves to be stuck here in Germany for the rest of the week.
Did some shopping again, but I was really depressed because I didn't bring enough Euros. You know, Germany and France are just total opposites. In Germany, everything was large, salty, visually-unappealing.
But in France the clothes were small, non-salty, and visually-appealing. Just check out Lilliput and Brobdingnag.
Will talk about France later in the evening, when PM Lee gives his National Day Rally.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Days ! @, #
I'm back! Bet you guys have been waiting with intense trepidition for my next post. My next post is now!!! There's been lots to post about and I'm pretty sure I have time to snuggle in now to write a post about things that happened in Germany and things that have happened in Singapore.
Firstly I would like to confirm that I brought not prizes back but lots and lots of experience and fun. Yes, suddenly it didn't matter at all that I didn't win anything. Winning REALLY isn't everything guys, although I'm certain some people die to win in some situations.
I wouldn't give a day-to-day commentary of what happened in Germany, but I've got a hell lots to say.
The trip on the plane from Singapore to Frankfurt was alright, we spent the first hour pass the Check-in shopping for perfumes and watching a match between Manchester United and if I haven't forgotten, Inter Milan.
The plane ride was alright, but I was always waiting for the food. Didn't sleep at all throughout the 12 hour flight, because I was watching Ironman, 10 000BC, How I Met Your Mother (which was seriously funny), SpongeBob SquarePants, and the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Kaspian. Listened to Liszt Piano Concerto and wrote some notes down about it, touched down safely.
On a hindsight the return plane trip was worse later, because we were seated at the tail (which means more turbulance) and we descended once for 3 seconds. A heart-stopping experience totally.
DAY !
Our first stop in Germany was for Aunty Geok's house, who was the sister of Uncle S.S (Clarence's dad). So Aunty Geok drove us from the airport to her house somewhere in Frankfurt, and I got my first experience of the long highways of Germany. It wasn't really interesting at first, because we were travelling at about 8pm (and it was dark everywhere).
Germany's really environmentally-friendly by the way. You see, instead of using the normal stick and light method Singapore uses, Germany is efficient enough to use reflectors!
You know like, reflectors, along the highway. Reached Aunty Geok's house, went for our first taste of German dinners - the first of many to come. During the dinner I met Aunty Geok's husband, Uncle Wai. Uncle Wai runs a Chinese restaurant in his town, and they get pretty good business!
We ate at an Italian restaurant, and the servings are really. really. really. huge. In Singapore we would have shared it for three, but here in Germany it's just one. One plate for one person, one ring to rule them all, hello Sauron.
So after that when all was done and eaten, we were ready to head home. BUT THERE WAS DESSERT! Everything was really good you know. There was only ONE thing we didn't like - all the Singaporeans at the table didn't like (consisting of me, Clarence, Aunty Emily and Uncle S.S). And that was the SALT.
You see, the Germans love salt alot. Deutschland bies un Saltzland. Everything's so salty, that at restaurants, instead of three holes for pepper and one hole for salt bottles, it's the other way round.
I never really go to high-end restaurants much, so I wasn't confused at all. But Clarence's parents were already so used to it that they spammed salt all over their plates before realising it wasn't pepper they were putting, but salt.
And More Salt. AND MORE SALT.
So next time when you come to Germany, don't be surprised if you come back home with a tongue that is numb with saltiness. But it's pretty alright, because the Germans are smart enough to compensate it with BEER! It's pretty amazing how I've not TOUCHED A SINGLE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE OF 16 YEARS. THAT'S BECAUSE I MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF I'M NOT GOING TO TOUCH ANY!!!!!
So as expected I didn't drink any in Germany, as will happen in Singapore. Sorry, I know I'll suck at company functions or dates. I'll skip the red wine, you can have the whole Shiraz to yourself, milady.
Had a wonderful dinner (thank you Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai), then we went back to their cosy flat to sleep. It's not shocking to realize that Frankfurt at night in the mountains is a really dark place, because light is kept to a minimum. So went the lights were turned off, it was just total darkness.
Oh yes, I was sharing rooms with Aaron, the older brother of Bryan. Both of them were of course their sons, lah! But I realise I get along better with Bryan, maybe because we were both of the same age, we both played soccer, and we had common topics.
Showered, off to bed, total darkness. Hey, no hands!
DAY @
Next morning, I woke up to the sounds of an alarm clock. Aaron's a working guy - has to get off to work by 6.30am. I was pretty jet-lagged then, and he gets grumpy in the morning. Most importantly, he didn't know I was sleeping in his room! (We were on a double-decker bed, I was sleeping above)
So he started mumbling in German because I woked up and said good morning. Maybe he asked me to go back to sleep, thinking I was his brother. Maybe he cursed at me, (oops) but after 3 'Hellos I'm not thy brother' I think he finally realised, because he apologised profusely.
Yes, in English. One day isn't enough to learn German words that include cursing and go back to sleep. And maybe sod off.
Before lunch, Clarence, Bryan and I just had to play soccer. Instead of going out to tea with the adults, we reckoned that playing soccer would boost our spirits up. Clarnece hasn't seen me play soccer, but he told me he was a good goalkeeper. Which I could believe totally, because apparently he played for a tournament once, and the Woodlands Rams coach scouted him and told him that he was interested in him.
"Once you are ready, just give me a call, and we can discuss things anytime."
Unforunately/Fortunately, he's a musician, and he didn't take up the offer under the advivce of his parents. Well, he played goalkeeper throughout the tournament and not a single time did a goal go past his hands.
He must be a great keeper to do that. But I'm still wondering which pianist would use their hands in sports! Pretty dangerous yeah.
So anyway I guess he was rusty, but Bryan was good, and most of the time I was playing a 1 versus the two of them. Scored three goals to nil. We saw two German kids aged around 5-7 skateboarding in the same basketball court, and we decided to call them over.
So it was now 3-2. End of the day, goals were scored on both sides, although I'm pretty sure we scored more goals. But one of the German kids accidently fell down and blood was just streaming from his elbow and his knee.
Being Singaporeans and German we were, two of us thought we were doomed while the other guy knew we weren't.
Well you'll know that in Singapore (and Singapore only), when kids just fall down their parents start screaming and filing lawsuits.
"You twinkling bastards you made my son bleed! I'll see you in court! You watch out you ***, you ****, you *****."
In which case we hope that this would work:
"Uncle I treat you to a nice bowl of laksa...can?"
"Really? Katong Laksa can?"
"Can...why not. I mean, you know we can settle this right...why trouble ourselves?"
"Oh yeah..."
Anyway the German mother came over and said it was very normal for the child to fall over soccer balls when they were young and that it was ALRIGHT.
ALRIGHT? Holy crap, now I'm hoping every mum whose kid I have indirectly injured is German. But anyway we helped the kid dress up his wound, so we cleaned the wound and poured water over it, and dabbed it with tissue paper. Nice and easy.
We set off for another long ride to the small town of Ettlingen.
Facts about Ettlingen:
-Population: 38000. Heard that? 38 000 only!
-History: 1250 years!
-Food: Salty!
-People: Damn nice! We greet each other on the streets, and no matter where they go people will always acknowledge you. Just like your flat storey! Smile and greet at your neighbours, once you're out, no one knows you! Anymore!
Arrived at the MusikSchule at about 3pm, and started practising immediately. Every room has an upright piano (how I miss YST. Every room has a grand piano), and some of them suck like crazy. But throughout the days I managed to single the very special and good ones, and requested to practise in them.
Got our nametags and the package for the entire competition, the briefing dates and everything.
The next few days were a blur, except for Clarence's performance. I remembered thought telling myself when I get back to Singapore I wasn't going to blog about these practising days.
Shall blog more tomorrow.
Firstly I would like to confirm that I brought not prizes back but lots and lots of experience and fun. Yes, suddenly it didn't matter at all that I didn't win anything. Winning REALLY isn't everything guys, although I'm certain some people die to win in some situations.
I wouldn't give a day-to-day commentary of what happened in Germany, but I've got a hell lots to say.
The trip on the plane from Singapore to Frankfurt was alright, we spent the first hour pass the Check-in shopping for perfumes and watching a match between Manchester United and if I haven't forgotten, Inter Milan.
The plane ride was alright, but I was always waiting for the food. Didn't sleep at all throughout the 12 hour flight, because I was watching Ironman, 10 000BC, How I Met Your Mother (which was seriously funny), SpongeBob SquarePants, and the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Kaspian. Listened to Liszt Piano Concerto and wrote some notes down about it, touched down safely.
On a hindsight the return plane trip was worse later, because we were seated at the tail (which means more turbulance) and we descended once for 3 seconds. A heart-stopping experience totally.
DAY !
Our first stop in Germany was for Aunty Geok's house, who was the sister of Uncle S.S (Clarence's dad). So Aunty Geok drove us from the airport to her house somewhere in Frankfurt, and I got my first experience of the long highways of Germany. It wasn't really interesting at first, because we were travelling at about 8pm (and it was dark everywhere).
Germany's really environmentally-friendly by the way. You see, instead of using the normal stick and light method Singapore uses, Germany is efficient enough to use reflectors!
You know like, reflectors, along the highway. Reached Aunty Geok's house, went for our first taste of German dinners - the first of many to come. During the dinner I met Aunty Geok's husband, Uncle Wai. Uncle Wai runs a Chinese restaurant in his town, and they get pretty good business!
We ate at an Italian restaurant, and the servings are really. really. really. huge. In Singapore we would have shared it for three, but here in Germany it's just one. One plate for one person, one ring to rule them all, hello Sauron.
So after that when all was done and eaten, we were ready to head home. BUT THERE WAS DESSERT! Everything was really good you know. There was only ONE thing we didn't like - all the Singaporeans at the table didn't like (consisting of me, Clarence, Aunty Emily and Uncle S.S). And that was the SALT.
You see, the Germans love salt alot. Deutschland bies un Saltzland. Everything's so salty, that at restaurants, instead of three holes for pepper and one hole for salt bottles, it's the other way round.
I never really go to high-end restaurants much, so I wasn't confused at all. But Clarence's parents were already so used to it that they spammed salt all over their plates before realising it wasn't pepper they were putting, but salt.
And More Salt. AND MORE SALT.
So next time when you come to Germany, don't be surprised if you come back home with a tongue that is numb with saltiness. But it's pretty alright, because the Germans are smart enough to compensate it with BEER! It's pretty amazing how I've not TOUCHED A SINGLE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE OF 16 YEARS. THAT'S BECAUSE I MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF I'M NOT GOING TO TOUCH ANY!!!!!
So as expected I didn't drink any in Germany, as will happen in Singapore. Sorry, I know I'll suck at company functions or dates. I'll skip the red wine, you can have the whole Shiraz to yourself, milady.
Had a wonderful dinner (thank you Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai), then we went back to their cosy flat to sleep. It's not shocking to realize that Frankfurt at night in the mountains is a really dark place, because light is kept to a minimum. So went the lights were turned off, it was just total darkness.
Oh yes, I was sharing rooms with Aaron, the older brother of Bryan. Both of them were of course their sons, lah! But I realise I get along better with Bryan, maybe because we were both of the same age, we both played soccer, and we had common topics.
Showered, off to bed, total darkness. Hey, no hands!
DAY @
Next morning, I woke up to the sounds of an alarm clock. Aaron's a working guy - has to get off to work by 6.30am. I was pretty jet-lagged then, and he gets grumpy in the morning. Most importantly, he didn't know I was sleeping in his room! (We were on a double-decker bed, I was sleeping above)
So he started mumbling in German because I woked up and said good morning. Maybe he asked me to go back to sleep, thinking I was his brother. Maybe he cursed at me, (oops) but after 3 'Hellos I'm not thy brother' I think he finally realised, because he apologised profusely.
Yes, in English. One day isn't enough to learn German words that include cursing and go back to sleep. And maybe sod off.
Before lunch, Clarence, Bryan and I just had to play soccer. Instead of going out to tea with the adults, we reckoned that playing soccer would boost our spirits up. Clarnece hasn't seen me play soccer, but he told me he was a good goalkeeper. Which I could believe totally, because apparently he played for a tournament once, and the Woodlands Rams coach scouted him and told him that he was interested in him.
"Once you are ready, just give me a call, and we can discuss things anytime."
Unforunately/Fortunately, he's a musician, and he didn't take up the offer under the advivce of his parents. Well, he played goalkeeper throughout the tournament and not a single time did a goal go past his hands.
He must be a great keeper to do that. But I'm still wondering which pianist would use their hands in sports! Pretty dangerous yeah.
So anyway I guess he was rusty, but Bryan was good, and most of the time I was playing a 1 versus the two of them. Scored three goals to nil. We saw two German kids aged around 5-7 skateboarding in the same basketball court, and we decided to call them over.
So it was now 3-2. End of the day, goals were scored on both sides, although I'm pretty sure we scored more goals. But one of the German kids accidently fell down and blood was just streaming from his elbow and his knee.
Being Singaporeans and German we were, two of us thought we were doomed while the other guy knew we weren't.
Well you'll know that in Singapore (and Singapore only), when kids just fall down their parents start screaming and filing lawsuits.
"You twinkling bastards you made my son bleed! I'll see you in court! You watch out you ***, you ****, you *****."
In which case we hope that this would work:
"Uncle I treat you to a nice bowl of laksa...can?"
"Really? Katong Laksa can?"
"Can...why not. I mean, you know we can settle this right...why trouble ourselves?"
"Oh yeah..."
Anyway the German mother came over and said it was very normal for the child to fall over soccer balls when they were young and that it was ALRIGHT.
ALRIGHT? Holy crap, now I'm hoping every mum whose kid I have indirectly injured is German. But anyway we helped the kid dress up his wound, so we cleaned the wound and poured water over it, and dabbed it with tissue paper. Nice and easy.
We set off for another long ride to the small town of Ettlingen.
Facts about Ettlingen:
-Population: 38000. Heard that? 38 000 only!
-History: 1250 years!
-Food: Salty!
-People: Damn nice! We greet each other on the streets, and no matter where they go people will always acknowledge you. Just like your flat storey! Smile and greet at your neighbours, once you're out, no one knows you! Anymore!
Arrived at the MusikSchule at about 3pm, and started practising immediately. Every room has an upright piano (how I miss YST. Every room has a grand piano), and some of them suck like crazy. But throughout the days I managed to single the very special and good ones, and requested to practise in them.
Got our nametags and the package for the entire competition, the briefing dates and everything.
The next few days were a blur, except for Clarence's performance. I remembered thought telling myself when I get back to Singapore I wasn't going to blog about these practising days.
Shall blog more tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A Gorilla is An Ape - Going Germany
I didn't go to school today not because I caught some disease from Chua, but because I have a run-through later in the evening (so I need to prepare). And I'm taking this day off also as a musical/spiritual retreat.
Posting this paragraph after my second run-through! I find myself getting more and more confident, although I've learnt from this run-through to control my tempo and maintain precision plus accuracy.
Laser-beam accuracy.
Otherwise I'm off to Germany in a couple of hours - tomorrow 11am. During DMP week I'll be leaving for Spain for the Ibiza Competition.
I have such a exciting life...Wouldn't be blogging for a week then. I'll be back on August 10, just as the city is burning with nationalistic pride. Hope the tarmac doesn't burn.
To be honest I've been trying very unsuccessfully to download Operation Flashpoint since this afternoon. Operation Flashpoint IS a complicated game. Complicated games are for complicated people.
I'm complicated.
A gorilla IS an ape.
Hopefully there will be more than one people doing the send-off tomorrow morning, otherwise it'll be a bore. And I'll get all of you guys souvenirs. By the way to ALL MUSICIANS TO ALL MUSICIANS.
ANYONE OF YOU WANT SCORES PLEASE SMS/CALL before 11am tomorrow. I will write them down and try to buy the second-hand/new scores in Germany, armed with €1/2K. Just enough to buy an xBox. :)
Posting this paragraph after my second run-through! I find myself getting more and more confident, although I've learnt from this run-through to control my tempo and maintain precision plus accuracy.
Laser-beam accuracy.
Otherwise I'm off to Germany in a couple of hours - tomorrow 11am. During DMP week I'll be leaving for Spain for the Ibiza Competition.
I have such a exciting life...Wouldn't be blogging for a week then. I'll be back on August 10, just as the city is burning with nationalistic pride. Hope the tarmac doesn't burn.
To be honest I've been trying very unsuccessfully to download Operation Flashpoint since this afternoon. Operation Flashpoint IS a complicated game. Complicated games are for complicated people.
I'm complicated.
A gorilla IS an ape.
Hopefully there will be more than one people doing the send-off tomorrow morning, otherwise it'll be a bore. And I'll get all of you guys souvenirs. By the way to ALL MUSICIANS TO ALL MUSICIANS.
ANYONE OF YOU WANT SCORES PLEASE SMS/CALL before 11am tomorrow. I will write them down and try to buy the second-hand/new scores in Germany, armed with €1/2K. Just enough to buy an xBox. :)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
barry manilow in hellboy 2
I felt compelled enough to do a Google search for "Jonathan Shin" again and at the same time (call it 'might as well'), "Zhang Aidi".
Well guess what. Girls are seemingly more popular people. Fact is, girls blog about girls more than guys blog about guys. That's the only reason I can think of. And I think it's the only reason. Also, guys can blog about girls but girls cannot.
Which is why I'm increasing her 'google hits' by typing this post now. Google can be a bitch sometimes.
I managed to catch Hellboy 2 at 11.10pm with my dad, two days back. Hellboy's attitude rocks, and Selma Blair (playing Liz Sherman) was cute.
Just had to post this song. It's the 'theme song' for Hellboy 2, (spoilers alert). Currently a top song in my head! Some people may say it's a wimpy ballad, but I just find the tune strong and touching at the same time...
Well guess what. Girls are seemingly more popular people. Fact is, girls blog about girls more than guys blog about guys. That's the only reason I can think of. And I think it's the only reason. Also, guys can blog about girls but girls cannot.
Which is why I'm increasing her 'google hits' by typing this post now. Google can be a bitch sometimes.
I managed to catch Hellboy 2 at 11.10pm with my dad, two days back. Hellboy's attitude rocks, and Selma Blair (playing Liz Sherman) was cute.
Just had to post this song. It's the 'theme song' for Hellboy 2, (spoilers alert). Currently a top song in my head! Some people may say it's a wimpy ballad, but I just find the tune strong and touching at the same time...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Showering Cold
Cold showers really bring the best out of you.
The evening turned cold and there were clearly showers outside the MRT train I was in. I was already partly shivering from the sweat which I got a few dozen minutes ago while playing soccer back in RJC with a bottle-cap, alongside MEP counterparts.
We went on our seperate ways, and I decided to settle down later back home with simply a cup of hot Ceylon (Sri Lankan) tea, several biscuits, and after my dad's request, a banana.
It's like how I previously yearn for warm Milo whenever I am drenched in cold sweat, and would always be grateful to anyone who would hand me one. Nowadays I go for tea, after the SPI week when I frequently went for tea and a burger in the morning, before the day started.
My dad bought the teabags a week ago, and I learnt how to prepare them for myself, in case I suddenly felt this urge to fill my guts with a little warm liquid. Boil the water, pour it into the cup with the satchet, add in a spoonful of condensed milk, and TA-DAH!
Set for life.
The LRT was crowded as per usual at 6.30, and thankfully with the shirt I managed to get everyone avoiding me like they thought I had chicken pox or something. Why not, just look at what's above the neck...
I got a couple of stares, particularly because the shirt wasn't really the opaque kind today, and it didn't look like it came from Bibi and Baba anymore. Constantly pulled my shirt outwards in case I became a walking M18 - not advisable. Everyone on the LRT train looked really grumpy and shitty, either from a bad day at work, or from the weather.
The guy beside me was constantly nodding off, and he was standing up. I sort of sympathized with him, because I remembered how I actually slept standing up, and accidently collapsed on my knees after they couldn't support the slumbering weight.
But he got a little to engrossed with nodding off because he did 3 in 10 seconds for a minute - a grand total of 18 nods in a minute. Bet he had much to agree with whatever/whoever he was dreaming about. On the flip side he left at Admiralty thankfully, otherwise I would risk embarassing myself if he placed his bald 18-year old head on my really wet shoulder.
Not good, really.
Got home, served the net, looked at my email. Drank the tea, off to shower.
Cold showers really bring the best out of you. The weather was really cold, and I just waited for the heater to deliver the warm water. After 5 minutes waiting I decided I might have as well just dump myself.
It begins with the dousing. It's really cold - probably 10-15 degrees today. And then by the time it trickles to the feet, the entire body starts to shiver. When the showerhead goes on full blast, there's this profound stillness. I felt fortunate I got the chance to feel this vivid experience, because everything was so real.
I realised again I was a pretty lonely person. Again, because when there's two people in the house only life sometimes gets lonely. But life never gets boring. I feel lucky to be surrounded by people who are genuine and nice.
Of course shit happens, and detractors do appear. But whenever I think about that, I realised that we do need our challenges, be them easy or difficult.
It's really important to maintain this positive attitude in life. Even when the cards are down and everything looks shitty, that's probably just that slimmer of light somewhere there. Unfortunately we have to find it ourselves. That part sucks. But yeah, we will kickass.
Suddenly after that shower I feel cleansed. Fresh. New. Clean. Partly we can save some electricity by not using the heater, but if allowed it could offer some spiritual cleansing.
Shin's recipe:
-Showerhead
-Shower Place
-Cold water (prefebly 10-15 degrees cold)
-Lots of preparation before you douse yourself
Good luck larh.
The evening turned cold and there were clearly showers outside the MRT train I was in. I was already partly shivering from the sweat which I got a few dozen minutes ago while playing soccer back in RJC with a bottle-cap, alongside MEP counterparts.
We went on our seperate ways, and I decided to settle down later back home with simply a cup of hot Ceylon (Sri Lankan) tea, several biscuits, and after my dad's request, a banana.
It's like how I previously yearn for warm Milo whenever I am drenched in cold sweat, and would always be grateful to anyone who would hand me one. Nowadays I go for tea, after the SPI week when I frequently went for tea and a burger in the morning, before the day started.
My dad bought the teabags a week ago, and I learnt how to prepare them for myself, in case I suddenly felt this urge to fill my guts with a little warm liquid. Boil the water, pour it into the cup with the satchet, add in a spoonful of condensed milk, and TA-DAH!
Set for life.
The LRT was crowded as per usual at 6.30, and thankfully with the shirt I managed to get everyone avoiding me like they thought I had chicken pox or something. Why not, just look at what's above the neck...
I got a couple of stares, particularly because the shirt wasn't really the opaque kind today, and it didn't look like it came from Bibi and Baba anymore. Constantly pulled my shirt outwards in case I became a walking M18 - not advisable. Everyone on the LRT train looked really grumpy and shitty, either from a bad day at work, or from the weather.
The guy beside me was constantly nodding off, and he was standing up. I sort of sympathized with him, because I remembered how I actually slept standing up, and accidently collapsed on my knees after they couldn't support the slumbering weight.
But he got a little to engrossed with nodding off because he did 3 in 10 seconds for a minute - a grand total of 18 nods in a minute. Bet he had much to agree with whatever/whoever he was dreaming about. On the flip side he left at Admiralty thankfully, otherwise I would risk embarassing myself if he placed his bald 18-year old head on my really wet shoulder.
Not good, really.
Got home, served the net, looked at my email. Drank the tea, off to shower.
Cold showers really bring the best out of you. The weather was really cold, and I just waited for the heater to deliver the warm water. After 5 minutes waiting I decided I might have as well just dump myself.
It begins with the dousing. It's really cold - probably 10-15 degrees today. And then by the time it trickles to the feet, the entire body starts to shiver. When the showerhead goes on full blast, there's this profound stillness. I felt fortunate I got the chance to feel this vivid experience, because everything was so real.
I realised again I was a pretty lonely person. Again, because when there's two people in the house only life sometimes gets lonely. But life never gets boring. I feel lucky to be surrounded by people who are genuine and nice.
Of course shit happens, and detractors do appear. But whenever I think about that, I realised that we do need our challenges, be them easy or difficult.
It's really important to maintain this positive attitude in life. Even when the cards are down and everything looks shitty, that's probably just that slimmer of light somewhere there. Unfortunately we have to find it ourselves. That part sucks. But yeah, we will kickass.
Suddenly after that shower I feel cleansed. Fresh. New. Clean. Partly we can save some electricity by not using the heater, but if allowed it could offer some spiritual cleansing.
Shin's recipe:
-Showerhead
-Shower Place
-Cold water (prefebly 10-15 degrees cold)
-Lots of preparation before you douse yourself
Good luck larh.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Performances on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday
I haven't blogged much in the month of July for a good reason.
It's because of the many things that I can look forward to other than blogging! Yesterday I went busking at Vivocity (with a license) along with Ben Wee, Zhiyi, and Haotian. Alright so we were a quartet who had only 2 pieces on our repertoire - Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik 1st movt, and the Tango from the Scent of a Woman.
So our guide for yesterday was this Malay Sec 1 guy from Whitley Secondary School called Ricky, who brought us around to our performance venues.
Our first performance had stands, because I was smart enough to liase with Bishan Park Secondary School band for 4 stands, to which I was hailed as "great" and "fantastic" and "lord". No, the last one doesn't count.
Marched in with the four stands a-blazing, and started with the Tango. Initially we argued that the Tango sounded nicer and wouldn't chase the parents and shoppers away, so we decided to play the Tango first. And then they could suffer with the Eine Kleine.
It was ok, although there was lots of wind blowing into our scores, which rendered us helpless when the 2nd page of Tango flew into the sky or the 1st page of Eine Kleine got stuck into our faces.
Wasn't that bad, but it nearly did.
On hind note we snubbed the prize presentation at the end without intention. We were too busy. I'm serious! We left our guide shell-shocked, although we did give him Miss Shen's hp number. Shit. We shouldn't have.
Tomorrow I'll be having a performance with the Sec 2 boys playing Schumann. And I'll be playing a Faure Impromptu solo. This event is called: National MOE MEP Concert.
Where will it be? Anglo-Chinese School (Independant)
What time will it be? 7.30pm
Who is it for? Since it's the matinee performance, it's for kids aged P5.
Does life suck? No.
On Tuesday, there will be the 'actual' performance, which means it's open to non-kids. Young-at-heart people will definitely be allowed to watch it though. So everyone, cash in ON THIS ONE! Watch the tuesday one if YOU DON'T WANT TO BE WITH KIDS!
Tomorrow I'll be wearing ear plugs and carrying a toy handgun to intimidate small kids should anyone question whether I'm carring a bazooka in the silver casing. I shall scream yes and then take out the bazooka and play it on stage.
Achtung! Might kill you.
On Wednesday, I would be having a lunchtime recital at RI, where I will be performing my competition pieces. So RI guys who are reading this, do come down on Wednesday 1.35 to support me at the Gallery...or intimidate me also.
I know I'm jumping around many topics, but just saying, I've watched the Dark Knight.
It was great.
Especially the part where...spoilers coming next week.
Referring to my title, I lurve performing.
It's because of the many things that I can look forward to other than blogging! Yesterday I went busking at Vivocity (with a license) along with Ben Wee, Zhiyi, and Haotian. Alright so we were a quartet who had only 2 pieces on our repertoire - Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik 1st movt, and the Tango from the Scent of a Woman.
So our guide for yesterday was this Malay Sec 1 guy from Whitley Secondary School called Ricky, who brought us around to our performance venues.
Our first performance had stands, because I was smart enough to liase with Bishan Park Secondary School band for 4 stands, to which I was hailed as "great" and "fantastic" and "lord". No, the last one doesn't count.
Marched in with the four stands a-blazing, and started with the Tango. Initially we argued that the Tango sounded nicer and wouldn't chase the parents and shoppers away, so we decided to play the Tango first. And then they could suffer with the Eine Kleine.
It was ok, although there was lots of wind blowing into our scores, which rendered us helpless when the 2nd page of Tango flew into the sky or the 1st page of Eine Kleine got stuck into our faces.
Wasn't that bad, but it nearly did.
On hind note we snubbed the prize presentation at the end without intention. We were too busy. I'm serious! We left our guide shell-shocked, although we did give him Miss Shen's hp number. Shit. We shouldn't have.
Tomorrow I'll be having a performance with the Sec 2 boys playing Schumann. And I'll be playing a Faure Impromptu solo. This event is called: National MOE MEP Concert.
Where will it be? Anglo-Chinese School (Independant)
What time will it be? 7.30pm
Who is it for? Since it's the matinee performance, it's for kids aged P5.
Does life suck? No.
On Tuesday, there will be the 'actual' performance, which means it's open to non-kids. Young-at-heart people will definitely be allowed to watch it though. So everyone, cash in ON THIS ONE! Watch the tuesday one if YOU DON'T WANT TO BE WITH KIDS!
Tomorrow I'll be wearing ear plugs and carrying a toy handgun to intimidate small kids should anyone question whether I'm carring a bazooka in the silver casing. I shall scream yes and then take out the bazooka and play it on stage.
Achtung! Might kill you.
On Wednesday, I would be having a lunchtime recital at RI, where I will be performing my competition pieces. So RI guys who are reading this, do come down on Wednesday 1.35 to support me at the Gallery...or intimidate me also.
I know I'm jumping around many topics, but just saying, I've watched the Dark Knight.
It was great.
Especially the part where...spoilers coming next week.
Referring to my title, I lurve performing.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
These Days
I had no choice. I was forced to do this!
I really don't know what to type now. I've missed school for 2 weeks! Missed school last week because of Summer Piano Institute, missing school this week because there's no school. The school missed me!
Now friends, that's what they call, smart.
I'm sure they literally did. While I was walking today towards the physics lab to take my physics concept map test I saw RISE members in their break playing soccer! Being the zany ass I was I decided to run with my adidas(TM) bag on and my Disney(TM) jacket with a polo t-shirt tucked in into a Levi(TM) jeans and play soccer.
Didn't know fashion models could play soccer while in their costumes. NOT.
After my physics test I bumped into my ex-Chinese teacher who questioned me about the recent facial erm. facial...whatever. Pimples. She suggested that I must sleep early and drink lots of water and wash my face.
Why not. I do that every day!
Which brings me back to how I like to imagine my class being so lonely and quiet without me. You know, it's part of the ego process - to know your presence, and to quote Mr Teo, to acknowledge your presence. If anyone's going to presume I'm being emo here, you're wrong.
Which really brings me to what Ricker Chan from Australlia commented about the infamous Facebook photo/MSN DP I posted. If none of you have seen it, here it is:
Embarassingly stupid, that is. But it was a near imitation of the Beatles haircut, which really was a mop-top.
We interviewed Dick Lee today! With that I shall hang with a cliff-ender.
I really don't know what to type now. I've missed school for 2 weeks! Missed school last week because of Summer Piano Institute, missing school this week because there's no school. The school missed me!
Now friends, that's what they call, smart.
I'm sure they literally did. While I was walking today towards the physics lab to take my physics concept map test I saw RISE members in their break playing soccer! Being the zany ass I was I decided to run with my adidas(TM) bag on and my Disney(TM) jacket with a polo t-shirt tucked in into a Levi(TM) jeans and play soccer.
Didn't know fashion models could play soccer while in their costumes. NOT.
After my physics test I bumped into my ex-Chinese teacher who questioned me about the recent facial erm. facial...whatever. Pimples. She suggested that I must sleep early and drink lots of water and wash my face.
Why not. I do that every day!
Which brings me back to how I like to imagine my class being so lonely and quiet without me. You know, it's part of the ego process - to know your presence, and to quote Mr Teo, to acknowledge your presence. If anyone's going to presume I'm being emo here, you're wrong.
Which really brings me to what Ricker Chan from Australlia commented about the infamous Facebook photo/MSN DP I posted. If none of you have seen it, here it is:
Embarassingly stupid, that is. But it was a near imitation of the Beatles haircut, which really was a mop-top.
We interviewed Dick Lee today! With that I shall hang with a cliff-ender.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
1st two days
Correction, Summer Piano Institute.
Besides this entire week has been a joy. Didn't kill me much, although there were unhealthy moments. Last Saturday was Christopher Taylor's concert, where he played the People United Will Never Be Defeated!, a near one-hour long piece in a theme and 36variations form. I had the score with me throughout, thanks to Dr Chang!
Yay. And I got to know everyone at the meeting and tea session that was a few hours before the concert.
Taylor also played the Goldberg Variations, composed by the man in the limelight this year, Johann Sebastian Bach. Here's some trivia:
"...[the Count] ... often stopped in Leipzig and brought there with him the aforementioned Goldberg, in order to have him given musical instruction by Bach. The Count was often ill and had sleepless nights. At such times, Goldberg, who lived in his house, had to spend the night in an antechamber, so as to play for him during his insomnia. ... Once the Count mentioned in Bach's presence that he would like to have some clavier pieces for Goldberg, which should be of such a smooth and somewhat lively character that he might be a little cheered up by them in his sleepless nights. Bach thought himself best able to fulfill this wish by means of Variations, the writing of which he had until then considered an ungrateful task on account of the repeatedly similar harmonic foundation. But since at this time all his works were already models of art, such also these variations became under his hand. Yet he produced only a single work of this kind. Thereafter the Count always called them his variations. He never tired of them, and for a long time sleepless nights meant: 'Dear Goldberg, do play me one of my variations.' "
Ok.
I'm continuing this after 2 days simply because I've been struck lazy recently.
Today is MONDAY, start of the APCG week, where there's no school. I shall continue writing about the Institute week.
During the tea session where we were introduced to each other everyone of us peeps were shy so we didn't talk much, but at the end the situation changed. So we were all handed packages containing our nametags and access cards, and schedule for the WHOLE WEEK.
Mr WeiBoon is a genius. Now it's easier to follow. (I have yet to pay him ticket money, cannot keep owing people money)
The next day (Sunday) we - YST people - watched a rerun of Dr Hecht and Mr Tiu's duo concert, played with the most detail as per usual. Had individual practice for the next 3 hours before I went for the Scherbakov concert, the last piano concert of the 2008 Singapore Piano Festival. Went for the pre-concert talk, which featured Pianophiles like Mr Phan, Dr Chang, and two others I can't remember.
Concert was rad, but I felt the transcription of Beethoven's 9th symphony was too boring for me to take. Orchestration is a huge factor in maintaining interest - with the different timbres and colours for the human ears to engage in, orchestration definitely is a big part in the business.
But once we have an exact copy on the piano, with no attempt to ornamentate it or even make it more 'showy', this is the result.
I slept halfway through the 9th.
Shall stop blogging here...
Besides this entire week has been a joy. Didn't kill me much, although there were unhealthy moments. Last Saturday was Christopher Taylor's concert, where he played the People United Will Never Be Defeated!, a near one-hour long piece in a theme and 36variations form. I had the score with me throughout, thanks to Dr Chang!
Yay. And I got to know everyone at the meeting and tea session that was a few hours before the concert.
Taylor also played the Goldberg Variations, composed by the man in the limelight this year, Johann Sebastian Bach. Here's some trivia:
"...[the Count] ... often stopped in Leipzig and brought there with him the aforementioned Goldberg, in order to have him given musical instruction by Bach. The Count was often ill and had sleepless nights. At such times, Goldberg, who lived in his house, had to spend the night in an antechamber, so as to play for him during his insomnia. ... Once the Count mentioned in Bach's presence that he would like to have some clavier pieces for Goldberg, which should be of such a smooth and somewhat lively character that he might be a little cheered up by them in his sleepless nights. Bach thought himself best able to fulfill this wish by means of Variations, the writing of which he had until then considered an ungrateful task on account of the repeatedly similar harmonic foundation. But since at this time all his works were already models of art, such also these variations became under his hand. Yet he produced only a single work of this kind. Thereafter the Count always called them his variations. He never tired of them, and for a long time sleepless nights meant: 'Dear Goldberg, do play me one of my variations.' "
Ok.
I'm continuing this after 2 days simply because I've been struck lazy recently.
Today is MONDAY, start of the APCG week, where there's no school. I shall continue writing about the Institute week.
During the tea session where we were introduced to each other everyone of us peeps were shy so we didn't talk much, but at the end the situation changed. So we were all handed packages containing our nametags and access cards, and schedule for the WHOLE WEEK.
Mr WeiBoon is a genius. Now it's easier to follow. (I have yet to pay him ticket money, cannot keep owing people money)
The next day (Sunday) we - YST people - watched a rerun of Dr Hecht and Mr Tiu's duo concert, played with the most detail as per usual. Had individual practice for the next 3 hours before I went for the Scherbakov concert, the last piano concert of the 2008 Singapore Piano Festival. Went for the pre-concert talk, which featured Pianophiles like Mr Phan, Dr Chang, and two others I can't remember.
Concert was rad, but I felt the transcription of Beethoven's 9th symphony was too boring for me to take. Orchestration is a huge factor in maintaining interest - with the different timbres and colours for the human ears to engage in, orchestration definitely is a big part in the business.
But once we have an exact copy on the piano, with no attempt to ornamentate it or even make it more 'showy', this is the result.
I slept halfway through the 9th.
Shall stop blogging here...
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
These Weeks
Utterly killing me, these weeks.
Next week would be the Singapore Piano Institute held at YST, where I will be taking classes with Mr. Gabriel Kwok from HongKong. And then I'll be involved in a final project, (with the imbalanced Zhang Aidi, who has been a really tough contemporary [which is really great!]) titled "Fantasies and Impromptus".
I'll be going for Christopher Taylor's Concert on Saturday, where he will be playing Rzewski's The People United Will Never Be Defeated!. And a pre-concert talk by Dr John Sharpley about this piece.
I currently have a ticket to sell for this concert, and anyone interested in getting this ticket and watching this concert, please buy it from me! It's $45.
Then after that I'll be preparing to go to Germany - I still have one more piece not yet HEARD. Liszt's Sonnetto del Petrarch - the second one.
And then I have to prepare a masterclass with Mr Tiu on Tuesday.
An interview with famous Asian/Singaporean composer Mr. Richard Lee, otherwise known as Mr. Dick Lee (Yes, an interview with Mr Dick Lee) on Wednesday.
Then following that a Mozart performance on Thursday.
And on Saturday a performance at the Concert Hall, playing Griffes.
And finally, a poster of this Summer Piano Institute - my promise to put pictures has been fulfilled.
There.
I reckoned talking about Dr Vivian Balakrishnan visiting our school today and giving an amazing lecture would take up lots of my time, so I'll not put in here. Maybe after next week.
Next week would be the Singapore Piano Institute held at YST, where I will be taking classes with Mr. Gabriel Kwok from HongKong. And then I'll be involved in a final project, (with the imbalanced Zhang Aidi, who has been a really tough contemporary [which is really great!]) titled "Fantasies and Impromptus".
I'll be going for Christopher Taylor's Concert on Saturday, where he will be playing Rzewski's The People United Will Never Be Defeated!. And a pre-concert talk by Dr John Sharpley about this piece.
I currently have a ticket to sell for this concert, and anyone interested in getting this ticket and watching this concert, please buy it from me! It's $45.
Then after that I'll be preparing to go to Germany - I still have one more piece not yet HEARD. Liszt's Sonnetto del Petrarch - the second one.
And then I have to prepare a masterclass with Mr Tiu on Tuesday.
An interview with famous Asian/Singaporean composer Mr. Richard Lee, otherwise known as Mr. Dick Lee (Yes, an interview with Mr Dick Lee) on Wednesday.
Then following that a Mozart performance on Thursday.
And on Saturday a performance at the Concert Hall, playing Griffes.
And finally, a poster of this Summer Piano Institute - my promise to put pictures has been fulfilled.
There.
I reckoned talking about Dr Vivian Balakrishnan visiting our school today and giving an amazing lecture would take up lots of my time, so I'll not put in here. Maybe after next week.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Animal Hair
Must remember to thank Melissa for the Carnegie Hall mug, otherwise I'll be branded as an ass (soon enough).
With the extra mug, I can now drink water more often, at the same time drink a cup of fresh milk, and then put it in the sink, and take another mug to drink water, before remembering I drank water with the other one already, and I must save water. And that there was still one more mug left to be used.
But all the same, thank you for the mug! I didn't get a souvenir last year from New York, so this was it.
On to more matters about the hair, I went to snip off my locks of hair today at the salon. (No, hair salon, not piano salon. No piano.) Usually my mum would accompany me for my haircuts, so they were obviously puzzled and were hesitant to cut my hair before my mum arrived. Well, they could wait till I pass out of hunger and then obviously float somewhere else, but luckily they didn't.
So I told my mum passed away already and then they were shocked and sympathetic at the same time. Can't believe they recognised my mum and I after only about ten visits over 6 years. Hardly believable. The assistant lady boss said my mum was probably a woman with a quick fuse, which I could hardly disagree, and smiles were exchanged sympathetically.
Had my mane shaved off, now I look like a lioness. A Chinese one at that - the guy barber talked to me first in Malay while I was reading Dick Lee's biography at the side. I honestly didn't know he was talking Malay until he told me later, after I spoke back to him in Chinese.
"我以为你是马来人...对不起阿boy..."
Which I had replied with a wave of a hand and he flew aWAY...
How I wish he did - he didn't though.
Rewind back a few hours, I re-listened to Monday's recording and practised again. And then went downstairs to buy seafood-flavoured cup noodles. MUNDANE.
While I was boiling the seafood-flavoured cup noodles I thought of 10 reasons why people wouldn't want to be me, and 10 reasons why people would. And then I realised it was impossible because everyone would have their own suitable lifestyle, and everyone's lifestyle's different.
Like how almost every other musician I know has either a dog or a cat, or a dog and a cat. Well, do musicians with pets develop better as musicians? To have a non-human being in the house, to understand the mannerisms of animals in order to aid music?
Recently I went to Miss Julie Tan's house to have a small chit-chat about food and music (what else) and got to play with the Westie, and her name was Heidi.
Now seriously, this dog's really really cute, because the moment I entered the house she started jumping around me with a nearly human smile. In fact, Heidi could have even been a baby - human mannerisms of sneezing, lying on the floor upside-down and waiting to be scratched, and staring at the ceiling in the cutest fashion that even I was lying on the floor tummy-rubbing the dog.
And Miss Tan talked about their really constant beats (in terms of gait) and their jumping trajectories. I thought that might have been over-analysing, but it was true to a certain extent. (Give me my History L3 mark NOW.) Well it goes to say that some of music's deepest yet simplest facts can be taken directly from nature.
I left the house thinking (blah blah blah I'll skip the philosophical crap).
Crap is meant to be shared, so I wish some of us musicians would spend some time with non-human beings and nature, hopefully being able to discover something that could benefit one's intepretation of music.
Have a good week ahead!
P.S. I found a few locks of Mum's hair still stuck in her comb - miss you mum!
With the extra mug, I can now drink water more often, at the same time drink a cup of fresh milk, and then put it in the sink, and take another mug to drink water, before remembering I drank water with the other one already, and I must save water. And that there was still one more mug left to be used.
But all the same, thank you for the mug! I didn't get a souvenir last year from New York, so this was it.
On to more matters about the hair, I went to snip off my locks of hair today at the salon. (No, hair salon, not piano salon. No piano.) Usually my mum would accompany me for my haircuts, so they were obviously puzzled and were hesitant to cut my hair before my mum arrived. Well, they could wait till I pass out of hunger and then obviously float somewhere else, but luckily they didn't.
So I told my mum passed away already and then they were shocked and sympathetic at the same time. Can't believe they recognised my mum and I after only about ten visits over 6 years. Hardly believable. The assistant lady boss said my mum was probably a woman with a quick fuse, which I could hardly disagree, and smiles were exchanged sympathetically.
Had my mane shaved off, now I look like a lioness. A Chinese one at that - the guy barber talked to me first in Malay while I was reading Dick Lee's biography at the side. I honestly didn't know he was talking Malay until he told me later, after I spoke back to him in Chinese.
"我以为你是马来人...对不起阿boy..."
Which I had replied with a wave of a hand and he flew aWAY...
How I wish he did - he didn't though.
Rewind back a few hours, I re-listened to Monday's recording and practised again. And then went downstairs to buy seafood-flavoured cup noodles. MUNDANE.
While I was boiling the seafood-flavoured cup noodles I thought of 10 reasons why people wouldn't want to be me, and 10 reasons why people would. And then I realised it was impossible because everyone would have their own suitable lifestyle, and everyone's lifestyle's different.
Like how almost every other musician I know has either a dog or a cat, or a dog and a cat. Well, do musicians with pets develop better as musicians? To have a non-human being in the house, to understand the mannerisms of animals in order to aid music?
Recently I went to Miss Julie Tan's house to have a small chit-chat about food and music (what else) and got to play with the Westie, and her name was Heidi.
Now seriously, this dog's really really cute, because the moment I entered the house she started jumping around me with a nearly human smile. In fact, Heidi could have even been a baby - human mannerisms of sneezing, lying on the floor upside-down and waiting to be scratched, and staring at the ceiling in the cutest fashion that even I was lying on the floor tummy-rubbing the dog.
And Miss Tan talked about their really constant beats (in terms of gait) and their jumping trajectories. I thought that might have been over-analysing, but it was true to a certain extent. (Give me my History L3 mark NOW.) Well it goes to say that some of music's deepest yet simplest facts can be taken directly from nature.
I left the house thinking (blah blah blah I'll skip the philosophical crap).
Crap is meant to be shared, so I wish some of us musicians would spend some time with non-human beings and nature, hopefully being able to discover something that could benefit one's intepretation of music.
Have a good week ahead!
P.S. I found a few locks of Mum's hair still stuck in her comb - miss you mum!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Paying attention
I was feeling amused yet sad at the same time while I was garbling my Chinese speech on food, music and love.
I didn't know if Mdm Wang did it accidently or something, but before I said my words she told everyone to do their 作业! Which meant I had to talk to an entire class of bowed heads, concentrating on their work. And I guess only a few who weren't interested in finishing their work was listening to what I said.
Really didn't have the intended message I wanted to give, firstly because I didn't manage to complete the music section of it, and the little poem I wrote at the end didn't have the build-up to it.
So I was kinda getting the feeling of my non-existence (emo) on the stage.
But it's alright, I think I've been doing my own stuff too when people were talking too. But she usually tells everyone to stop doing their work when someone talks! This time she told everyone to start doing assignments.
Ok then after that I went for MEP Masterclass with Dr John Sharpley. And he talked about how the dissonance being beautiful, and not just only for pitches, but also in terms of rhythm. And there was probably one more but I forgot.
Really great masterclass! I think for the first time everyone was paying attention to a masterclass given, but it was partly because the group listening to it was pretty small and 'concised'.
Soccer for half-an-hour with my newly-bought small Size 3 soccer ball, and Bryan Choong the Ironman shown with his never-ending spirit. Where he faced off with Thunderleg Leonard, who fired a volley at Ironman's chest (and the ball promptly bounced back to the Thunderleg). Leonard fired again, this time bouncing off Ironman's knee, and for the last time Thunderleg fired, before bouncing off the never-wavering Ironman - into goal.
And such is the power of Bryan Choong. And the Guy Spirit.
Went off to RGS Strings afterwards, bought a loaf of bread along the way. The choreographing was pretty corny (for guys like me who failed to realise that the theatre actually enhances the music, so it was worth it). But corny it was still.
Lanabel, who played as solo violinist yesterday, showed flawless technique and a strong tone, but the orchestra was at some point of time trying to catch up with her. I believe better ensemble coordination would work out for a better performance of Mozart's G major Concerto.
There was a lack of orchestral balance though - 10 cellos against 7 violas, 10 cellos against 9 Violin 1s. At some point of time, the cellos overpowered the violins (18)
In Mozart the feeling of an elegant, light orchestra was compromised. It may have been reversed had the entire orchestra engage in a more articulated and talkative manner, in order to complement the soloist.
The entire concert was fuelled by their enthusiasm, which provided for a comfortable evening for me to chill out, and at the same time, be amused.
Thanks RGS Strings...
Ok that's all I'm going to write about Raffles Strings concert, because I'm going to John's house to practice Quintet.
And then to SSO's Gala Concert at 7.30pm. See you'll!
I didn't know if Mdm Wang did it accidently or something, but before I said my words she told everyone to do their 作业! Which meant I had to talk to an entire class of bowed heads, concentrating on their work. And I guess only a few who weren't interested in finishing their work was listening to what I said.
Really didn't have the intended message I wanted to give, firstly because I didn't manage to complete the music section of it, and the little poem I wrote at the end didn't have the build-up to it.
So I was kinda getting the feeling of my non-existence (emo) on the stage.
But it's alright, I think I've been doing my own stuff too when people were talking too. But she usually tells everyone to stop doing their work when someone talks! This time she told everyone to start doing assignments.
Ok then after that I went for MEP Masterclass with Dr John Sharpley. And he talked about how the dissonance being beautiful, and not just only for pitches, but also in terms of rhythm. And there was probably one more but I forgot.
Really great masterclass! I think for the first time everyone was paying attention to a masterclass given, but it was partly because the group listening to it was pretty small and 'concised'.
Soccer for half-an-hour with my newly-bought small Size 3 soccer ball, and Bryan Choong the Ironman shown with his never-ending spirit. Where he faced off with Thunderleg Leonard, who fired a volley at Ironman's chest (and the ball promptly bounced back to the Thunderleg). Leonard fired again, this time bouncing off Ironman's knee, and for the last time Thunderleg fired, before bouncing off the never-wavering Ironman - into goal.
And such is the power of Bryan Choong. And the Guy Spirit.
Went off to RGS Strings afterwards, bought a loaf of bread along the way. The choreographing was pretty corny (for guys like me who failed to realise that the theatre actually enhances the music, so it was worth it). But corny it was still.
Lanabel, who played as solo violinist yesterday, showed flawless technique and a strong tone, but the orchestra was at some point of time trying to catch up with her. I believe better ensemble coordination would work out for a better performance of Mozart's G major Concerto.
There was a lack of orchestral balance though - 10 cellos against 7 violas, 10 cellos against 9 Violin 1s. At some point of time, the cellos overpowered the violins (18)
In Mozart the feeling of an elegant, light orchestra was compromised. It may have been reversed had the entire orchestra engage in a more articulated and talkative manner, in order to complement the soloist.
The entire concert was fuelled by their enthusiasm, which provided for a comfortable evening for me to chill out, and at the same time, be amused.
Thanks RGS Strings...
Ok that's all I'm going to write about Raffles Strings concert, because I'm going to John's house to practice Quintet.
And then to SSO's Gala Concert at 7.30pm. See you'll!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
No title! (due to lack of creativity)
I woke up at 4am to an ironically cold, wet and windy Sunday. Rainday would be more apt...
The evening before I was having dinner with my dad, Clarence, and his parents. We were having this dinner because my dad wanted to thank Clarence's parents for being my soon-to-be caretakers in Germany, where we would be facing some yummy competition.
Unfortunately my defences are still under construction, and I'll continue my practice in a while.
Meanwhile there were many life lessons that were brought to the dinner table yesterday, especially from Clarence's mum, in which she shared some of her life stories with us, some of them tragic, some of them thought-provoking. I wouldn't share it with you guys here on this table, because I think everyone present would prefer it to be kept private...
Meanwhile we had dinner at Siam Kitchen (my first time there) where I had beef noodles. And spent the rest of my time feeding myself with crackers that were provided on the table. And then 'cooling' it down with sips of warm water every now and then.
My failure to post pictures has often been a bane.
It IS still a bane, sadly.
Anyway after we had dinner together, my dad and I proceeded to the basement level of Causeway Point, where he went to the DIY shop, and I had the most profound melody I've thought of in a while, which I promptly jotted down/typed in my handphone.
No guarantee of its success however, it depends how I use and develop this melody which shows how successful it is.
When I went back home I caught the second half of LOTR - Fellowship of the Ring at 10pm, which I watched till 11.45, and then flipped to Channel 8. Continued watching this Chinese/Cantonese show called Magic Kitchen starring Andy Lau, Jerry Yan, and Sammi Cheng. Some story combining food/cooking and love.
A little divertion: Currently I have this blue Imation thumbdrive which has an 'Yu' written on it in white ink, and I suspect it's John YU's. John, if this is yours, do acknowledge it by tagging on my tagboard and saying its yours!
So after that I had this same melody continuously stuck in my head, but I did get home in the end to jot it down on manuscript paper. It is sad however that I spent nearly an hour of sleeptime being plagued with these beautiful sounds that I wanted to wake up and write down. Maybe I was just being superstitious, but I woke up and shut the manuscript book so I could continue sleeping. Well, I did slept half an hour later.
It is definitely for a string instrument, but I thought it was more suited for the cello, because of its breath and space. I might even write it for trio, now that I think the violin has enough richness to try this melody out.
Seriously, I wasn't thinking about what happened 2 days ago! Just a thought that developed while I was typing this out.
There really are only three things going in my mind now - my performance in Germany and my practice, my overdue homework, and my 音乐作品s. (In order of importance). And 还有另外一件事，但我觉得在这里写有点没味道.
Is something pissing Jonathan Shin off again? On the contrary, no. Just something's that's been bugging me for the past few 星期s.
谢谢.
The evening before I was having dinner with my dad, Clarence, and his parents. We were having this dinner because my dad wanted to thank Clarence's parents for being my soon-to-be caretakers in Germany, where we would be facing some yummy competition.
Unfortunately my defences are still under construction, and I'll continue my practice in a while.
Meanwhile there were many life lessons that were brought to the dinner table yesterday, especially from Clarence's mum, in which she shared some of her life stories with us, some of them tragic, some of them thought-provoking. I wouldn't share it with you guys here on this table, because I think everyone present would prefer it to be kept private...
Meanwhile we had dinner at Siam Kitchen (my first time there) where I had beef noodles. And spent the rest of my time feeding myself with crackers that were provided on the table. And then 'cooling' it down with sips of warm water every now and then.
My failure to post pictures has often been a bane.
It IS still a bane, sadly.
Anyway after we had dinner together, my dad and I proceeded to the basement level of Causeway Point, where he went to the DIY shop, and I had the most profound melody I've thought of in a while, which I promptly jotted down/typed in my handphone.
No guarantee of its success however, it depends how I use and develop this melody which shows how successful it is.
When I went back home I caught the second half of LOTR - Fellowship of the Ring at 10pm, which I watched till 11.45, and then flipped to Channel 8. Continued watching this Chinese/Cantonese show called Magic Kitchen starring Andy Lau, Jerry Yan, and Sammi Cheng. Some story combining food/cooking and love.
A little divertion: Currently I have this blue Imation thumbdrive which has an 'Yu' written on it in white ink, and I suspect it's John YU's. John, if this is yours, do acknowledge it by tagging on my tagboard and saying its yours!
So after that I had this same melody continuously stuck in my head, but I did get home in the end to jot it down on manuscript paper. It is sad however that I spent nearly an hour of sleeptime being plagued with these beautiful sounds that I wanted to wake up and write down. Maybe I was just being superstitious, but I woke up and shut the manuscript book so I could continue sleeping. Well, I did slept half an hour later.
It is definitely for a string instrument, but I thought it was more suited for the cello, because of its breath and space. I might even write it for trio, now that I think the violin has enough richness to try this melody out.
Seriously, I wasn't thinking about what happened 2 days ago! Just a thought that developed while I was typing this out.
There really are only three things going in my mind now - my performance in Germany and my practice, my overdue homework, and my 音乐作品s. (In order of importance). And 还有另外一件事，但我觉得在这里写有点没味道.
Is something pissing Jonathan Shin off again? On the contrary, no. Just something's that's been bugging me for the past few 星期s.
谢谢.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Rehearsal at my house
Yeah, we can open a Philharmonic orchestra here. Why not call it Jonathan Philharmonic Hall!
For the first time in eight years I have opened my house to musicians. Congratulations to Kwek and John Lee. Unfortunately I haven't prepared any prizes.
So I thought I called all of them to come at 10am, but unfortunately Theo didn't, and he came at 9am. I woke up at 8.56am though, thinking about what I needed to prepare, and I decided to read this book I borrowed yesterday.
It's really a collection of stories or dialogues that are 1-2 pages long, and are really hilarious. Like, interviewing a cow, a chicken and a pig on animal cruelty after creating a translating machine.
Here's a small part:
"-You've been incarcerated in this slaughterhouse your entire life. How has it affected you emotionally?
-I am cow. I eat grass. Grass on ground. Me move mouth down to grass. Chew up grass.
-Do you think animal slavery will end in your lifetime?
-Eat grass, rest. Eat grass, rest. Sleep.
-Do you feel that animals deserve the same rights as human beings?
-Grass on ground. Eat it all up."
Alright so after I woke up I received a handphone ring from Kwek, who asked me to open the door because he was outside. I opened the door, and he was , indeed, outside.
And he proceeded to sit at the sofa while I cleared up the living room space to make room for the trio that was going to play later. While he read Ant Farm, I proceeded to play the NAXOS Griffes CD. I'm addicted to it - Hansel and Gretel, Symphonie Phantastique - really fantastic pieces.
Proceeded to play Lalo's Spanish Symphony with Theo, and then sat down to talk about music matters and future plans. And of course a possible collaboration and the Lounge.
We waited till 10am for John Lee to arrive, because that was the planned time. (Ryan Kwan and Haotian didn't come, because Ryan didn't have his scores, and Haotian was MIA). Interesting fact: Theophilus took Ryan's scores for Violin II, and Theophilus didn't bring his scores.
But we did rehearse it in the end. I only had the second, third and fourth page, and we did a run-through of the piece, rickety-rackety run-through. For about 45 minutes.
And then we did improvistory trios that were worthy enough to be placed on scores and then published and then to be shipped around the world. We got from Romantic style to really Modern works that went to Dada-ism and Abstract. Which Theophilus Kwek wasn't able to join in on - which made him felt left-out.
After that John and I sight-read Mozart's four-hand works, which promptly made Kwek feel isolated. Lol, we didn't even meant it that way! So of course I got around to showing them some of my works I've kept for over the past few months, and my recent inclination to finding new SOUNDS and TIMBRES that I can use.
Some of the works have kitsch melodies, so they aren't really nice.
Played 10 secs of RISK, and then spaghetti.
Really fun day.
For the first time in eight years I have opened my house to musicians. Congratulations to Kwek and John Lee. Unfortunately I haven't prepared any prizes.
So I thought I called all of them to come at 10am, but unfortunately Theo didn't, and he came at 9am. I woke up at 8.56am though, thinking about what I needed to prepare, and I decided to read this book I borrowed yesterday.
It's really a collection of stories or dialogues that are 1-2 pages long, and are really hilarious. Like, interviewing a cow, a chicken and a pig on animal cruelty after creating a translating machine.
Here's a small part:
"-You've been incarcerated in this slaughterhouse your entire life. How has it affected you emotionally?
-I am cow. I eat grass. Grass on ground. Me move mouth down to grass. Chew up grass.
-Do you think animal slavery will end in your lifetime?
-Eat grass, rest. Eat grass, rest. Sleep.
-Do you feel that animals deserve the same rights as human beings?
-Grass on ground. Eat it all up."
Alright so after I woke up I received a handphone ring from Kwek, who asked me to open the door because he was outside. I opened the door, and he was , indeed, outside.
And he proceeded to sit at the sofa while I cleared up the living room space to make room for the trio that was going to play later. While he read Ant Farm, I proceeded to play the NAXOS Griffes CD. I'm addicted to it - Hansel and Gretel, Symphonie Phantastique - really fantastic pieces.
Proceeded to play Lalo's Spanish Symphony with Theo, and then sat down to talk about music matters and future plans. And of course a possible collaboration and the Lounge.
We waited till 10am for John Lee to arrive, because that was the planned time. (Ryan Kwan and Haotian didn't come, because Ryan didn't have his scores, and Haotian was MIA). Interesting fact: Theophilus took Ryan's scores for Violin II, and Theophilus didn't bring his scores.
But we did rehearse it in the end. I only had the second, third and fourth page, and we did a run-through of the piece, rickety-rackety run-through. For about 45 minutes.
And then we did improvistory trios that were worthy enough to be placed on scores and then published and then to be shipped around the world. We got from Romantic style to really Modern works that went to Dada-ism and Abstract. Which Theophilus Kwek wasn't able to join in on - which made him felt left-out.
After that John and I sight-read Mozart's four-hand works, which promptly made Kwek feel isolated. Lol, we didn't even meant it that way! So of course I got around to showing them some of my works I've kept for over the past few months, and my recent inclination to finding new SOUNDS and TIMBRES that I can use.
Some of the works have kitsch melodies, so they aren't really nice.
Played 10 secs of RISK, and then spaghetti.
Really fun day.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
A Pipe Dream
I have an itch to create another MusicLounge, but it failed pretty badly the last time I did it, partly because I was solo-ing the whole thing, and also I was pretty busy.
If I do set-up on this time, it would probably need a few people to maintain it. Then again, how would it be run? Will we be covering everything about music under the sun?
Will it have readers?
Maybe I'll have some of my uni colleagues publish something. And I'll pull in some people too.
I believe this weblog we're going to create would be accessible to teenagers who dwell in classical art music.
We'll put latest concerts in it, videos, threads, teenage reviews, methods, whatever.
The scope is getting wider though.
-.-
Well, a pipe dream thus far, but I'll solidify it. Meanwhile, back to finding my musical identity.
If I do set-up on this time, it would probably need a few people to maintain it. Then again, how would it be run? Will we be covering everything about music under the sun?
Will it have readers?
Maybe I'll have some of my uni colleagues publish something. And I'll pull in some people too.
I believe this weblog we're going to create would be accessible to teenagers who dwell in classical art music.
We'll put latest concerts in it, videos, threads, teenage reviews, methods, whatever.
The scope is getting wider though.
-.-
Well, a pipe dream thus far, but I'll solidify it. Meanwhile, back to finding my musical identity.
We missed Monday Munching again!
It's been a creative week for the past few days, except it tapered off by yesterday. I wonder, is it neccesary for one to have a composition teacher before one can start off on composition?
This afternoon I decided to take a listen to the entire Griffes music collection (from Dr Chang) while I was chilling off. It sounded really unique, neither Debussy nor Ravel, nor Schoenberg and Scriabin. Uniquely Griffes.
Monday's lesson was cool again! But all my short-comings have returned - should I master it my life would be made easier...
Recently I was doing some shopping with my dad at OG for new shoes and shirts, when we stepped into a lift. Which we shared with an Indian couple, with a child. So the child was roughly 4-5 years old, (old enough to walk).
This lift had metal bar handles at its three sides, and the dad didn't notice enough to stop himself from putting the kid on the floor. And the kid did something natural enough - walk.
I wasn't really paying much attention too, just that I saw this kid walk towards one side with a slanted gait, and then-
Well moral of the story is, don't listen to what notes can come out from the impact, just look at the impact itself.
-And there was this resounding Bb that was jarring yet whole at the same time, a sound which is very difficult to forget.
Then there was a steely silence, at which point the kid took his time to register which Lego(TM) block had hit him, and which part it hit. So while I relished the still-ringing sounds, I saw the Indian woman (otherwise the mum) give a shocked gasp.
After the kid identified the Unidentified Floating Object, he promptly ran into the opposite direction, which meant directly under his dad's belt.
I didn't bother to see what happened next, because the lift door open, and we stepped out into the bright lights, and a huge torrent of shrieks flooding from behind me.
OG didn't make my mood any better! After we spent a little over $100 we received a coupon to get a oyster pearl. At first I kept refusing to go and collect this useless oyster pearl, but my dad said just go and collect.
It was authentic, but there was this next counter which said you had to attach it to some kind of jewelry chain which you can choose from at your own leisure. So at first I said, "I'll just have the pearl."
And then the saleswoman obviously wasn't counting on me to say that, and she asked me where my mum was. So I said, "Nvm, I'll just have the pearl. It's ok."
"Well, it wouldn't look good like that, you'll have to attach a piece of jewelry to it so that it looks nicer..." And then proceeded to bug me on where my mum was and that she should be making the choice.
But they're just doing their job, so I'll forgive them. Except no more pearls, thank you.
This afternoon I decided to take a listen to the entire Griffes music collection (from Dr Chang) while I was chilling off. It sounded really unique, neither Debussy nor Ravel, nor Schoenberg and Scriabin. Uniquely Griffes.
Monday's lesson was cool again! But all my short-comings have returned - should I master it my life would be made easier...
Recently I was doing some shopping with my dad at OG for new shoes and shirts, when we stepped into a lift. Which we shared with an Indian couple, with a child. So the child was roughly 4-5 years old, (old enough to walk).
This lift had metal bar handles at its three sides, and the dad didn't notice enough to stop himself from putting the kid on the floor. And the kid did something natural enough - walk.
I wasn't really paying much attention too, just that I saw this kid walk towards one side with a slanted gait, and then-
Well moral of the story is, don't listen to what notes can come out from the impact, just look at the impact itself.
-And there was this resounding Bb that was jarring yet whole at the same time, a sound which is very difficult to forget.
Then there was a steely silence, at which point the kid took his time to register which Lego(TM) block had hit him, and which part it hit. So while I relished the still-ringing sounds, I saw the Indian woman (otherwise the mum) give a shocked gasp.
After the kid identified the Unidentified Floating Object, he promptly ran into the opposite direction, which meant directly under his dad's belt.
I didn't bother to see what happened next, because the lift door open, and we stepped out into the bright lights, and a huge torrent of shrieks flooding from behind me.
OG didn't make my mood any better! After we spent a little over $100 we received a coupon to get a oyster pearl. At first I kept refusing to go and collect this useless oyster pearl, but my dad said just go and collect.
It was authentic, but there was this next counter which said you had to attach it to some kind of jewelry chain which you can choose from at your own leisure. So at first I said, "I'll just have the pearl."
And then the saleswoman obviously wasn't counting on me to say that, and she asked me where my mum was. So I said, "Nvm, I'll just have the pearl. It's ok."
"Well, it wouldn't look good like that, you'll have to attach a piece of jewelry to it so that it looks nicer..." And then proceeded to bug me on where my mum was and that she should be making the choice.
But they're just doing their job, so I'll forgive them. Except no more pearls, thank you.
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