Saturday, August 12, 2006
HAHAHAHA.
okay thats what i'm doing now.
LAUGHING.
WOW.
at soemthing that my piano teacher said
i think he very pro lor.
i have this problem with tempo.
cause the bars with lesser notes,
i will play super fast.
weirdly it doesnt happen on eupho.
O.O
anyway he said:
lets say each bar is a cable car.
each bar/cablecar can have ALOT of notes/people
or none.
but they move at the same rate.
if there's lesser people in the cable car,
(which means lesser notes in the bar,)
and it moves faster, everything will just BONGBONGBONG
clash to the ground.
which means
must count properly.
GREAT ANALOGY
wows.
super pro.
=.=
i was under the impression that old people like
MY PIANO TEACHER.
who is a senior citizen.
didnt really have this sense of lameness.
proved me wrong.
HAHA.
and suddenly..
I HAVE A RANDOM THOUGHT.
wow.
my blogskin is sadistic.
=X
okay randomness.
found this poem
written by someone whom
(i think,) dont know how to play piano.
which is the literal meaning i guess.
or maybe crying for help.
dunno.
a song unsung but a melody of dissonant chords
clash and bang within
but nobody hears, and it's so
nasty sounding
nobody will want to hear
but sometimes i wish
that someone would just peek over the door
and come on
and hold my hands
and help me play a beautiful melody
and some harmonious chords
until then
i'll just keep banging
and crashing
and breaking away
and also another essay thingy.
someone playing the piano.
maybe talking about composing
and maybe aobut fusion and blending of totally opposite things
with MUSIC.
ir rather. MUSIQUE.
thats why music rocks my life.
my current msn nick:
each music note is just a splat in your ears;it's a melody in my ear;it just rules my life okay i think i digress too much
Like inspiration rained from heaven, the words fell from his mouth, the music pouring free of his fingers. The pianoforte sung with him, the song it had been working on forever because at the beginning of time it knew it would one day exist in this form. For all generations had been working toward that moment, building up to it, and all generations after would try to mimic his genius. For here, sat the maestro.
Suddenly he did not matter, because he was not the one they had come to see. It was her; she that existed as his twin. Intended to him by fate, the two danced together and he knew there would be no other. Her eyes shone a thousand colours and her tresses shimmered every tone known to the human mind. She was neither tall, nor short, nor loud, nor quite. She was all things and she was nothing.
She had been known by many names, many personas. She was Euterpe, Apollo, Hathor, Pan, Ogma� To him, what she was called did not matter; who she was did not matter. She suffused his body with light and knowledge. Slowly the maestro brought his fingers down on the ivory keys, the tiny hammers transforming her silence into song. Together they were, at this moment; Complete was he. Just the maestro and his music, because that was all there would ever be room for.
and one named
APPASIONATA
O.O
reminds me of NYCB((:
LOVES
in the streets there was an uncanny sense of cold and pressure where the streetlights shone on the ground. where there were cages lining the sidewalks inhabited by hookers, pianists, and painters. and the soft wheeze of sex and mexican aeropilots. he played me like a violin, nodding his head against the chinpiece. dragging his bow in new india ink. wetting his lips for the crescendo.
randomnized
9:59 PM