Il Pardone 2

So thus was how I ate my dinner, without an Ounce of spice due to the huffy protestations from the cook. I looked across the dinner table and found Gith Observing the cook with moist & reddened eyes and a Discolouration on his cheek. At this point, my curiosity was aroused and I inquired about his well-being. Gith was spake when the cook interposed he hath pranced in the garden with ill-meaning indulgence and perhaps by accident, upset the spices. Redundant to any manner of recordance, my chuckles ceased when Ms Haltright spake to me, “Is this not a period of famine and drought when we are lounging in exquisite threads, dining on rich food, breathing cleansed air.”

With that reprimand, we Silenc’d.

Ex. 2 from Il Pardone

Il Pardone 1

One hath asked me,
HOW do you describe tastes to one who does not eat,
COLOURS to one who does not see,
SMELLS to one who does not give breath?

Is it circular is shape? Does it give off a pungent smell upon proximity? Can it be held in your hands, to be surveyed under the nose for pleasure?

Upon the inquiry I stared at him straight in the eye and told him, “Sadness is a beautiful emotion, why is one not cease to detach the mind to appreciate it?”

Ex. 1 from Il Pardone

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I’m typing this as I watch coma on tv and my dad’s eating nuts and my mom’s doing the isqueez. Screwy’s mom again invited me to a wedding dinner. Great, I don’t know what to wear now err I ran outta clothes?  Okay, that girl in the operation table is screaming and shaking violently and the doctors are trying to calm her >______> right, now an exocist is shaking her fan and singing chanting. im sorry the post’s getting more and more boring. im half heartedly typing and watching at the same time. im currently trying to play mozart’s K448, but the problem is it’s a piano duet and well, I dont exactly have fours pairs of hands.

I feel very drained. It was meet the parents today. Mrs Wong kept going on about how I’m struggling with english and she said stuff like reading newspapers and reading books more even though my dad cut her in ad hinted that my standart of english ent as bad as she claims to be. I felt so humiliated. I mean, it’s not that bad right?! After that I saw the Vietnam people(CCA leaders who were going to Vietnam) washing cars so I told my dad to pick me up later cos I wanted to help out. xD and help out i sure did. I even ran after a car driver to ask if he wanted his car washed for charity for the kids in vietnam(he refused immediately).but haha,i managed to score quite a lotta customers with a big smileeeeeee until.
…i forgot which car was whose, and we ended up washing a washed car again and a parent had to wait for us to wipe it down.
im tired now ): baibai

Composer, arranger, pianist, mastermind.

You don’t know how desperate I can get for scores.

During the holidays, I would bring the horn from school back to my aunt’s place and visit Sae. She played the horn in Huayi and only then I truly realised how lacking in standart queensway and was. Miles ahead of me, she played fourth horn in band and was the ‘lousiest’ (that’s according to what she says.). She would bring out a whole load of scores and we would exchange files and play each other’s scores. She also let me listen to songs her band played. Everything was so beautiful. My carnal hunger for anything that could enable to reproduce those pieces of art inspired me and fueled my desire to take up other channels of expressing music.

Fortunately, I could print or photocopy the scores when I met up with Sae. Unfortunately, there was no band for me to play with. Shoot. What other than take up a completely selfish and independent way of music than the piano?

That was how it started. No, I didn’t grow up to be a child prodigy by the age of 10 in case you were wondering if this was gonna lead somewhere like that. Previously in primary school, I was playing the guzheng. At that time, my musical life were confined to tweaks and pluckings of the strings, and la, do, re and mi. My teacher complained I was out of time when I was preparing for my guzheng exam.

Me playing the guzheng.

When I got exposed to band, it opened up a completely new perspective to music. I struggled with the tau geh notes as a played the horn and didn’t understand what crap flats or sharps. I got closer to Sae-we made a pact, as DsmmitArtists, to continue our artistic escapades and elighten? our fellow schoolmates with our art. Which mean something like joining art club. Well, it failed. Sae told me she joined band as a french hornist and I was terribly upset. But in the end, I decided to follow in her (at that moment) very shallow footsteps and immediately sign myself under horn.

Band was certainly illuminating. With bad grace however, I shall put into acknowledgment to the readers that our band was not progressive. I was not aware of the band’s overall lacking standarts until my first meeting with Sae after a seperation of three months, which included quite a smattering of whimsical correspondence.

Sae: HEYO I HAVENT BEEN SEEING YOU ONLINE

Me: BOOGABOOGABOOGA!

Sae: GABOOGABOOGABOO!

Such is an example of our conversations. As you can see, the subject tends to go wry and main objective in a party was often not achieved, which occasionally yielded frustrating results, suffered only by me and none to the oblivious Sae.

2007 gave way to the debut of Granado Espada, with beautiful and tear-inducing soundtracks conducted mostly with/on piano accompaniment. It inspired me further. The prospect of independent and self-reliant music, so freely to obtain and express was so overpowering that I went desperate for the piano, to replicate what sounds I heard into a channel. Thus, the very first songs I played were played by ear.

I moved on. My mother, having recognised what craze I had for the piano scrimped and saved for an electric piano at the end of the year. It was estacy.

Me playing the piano.

Still, I was hungry. Such sweet and melancholy-inducing sounds all around! So many scores to play, such childish skills at the piano, with my crass fingering and false notes! I am not disheartened. Each correct flowing of notes was such a honeyed feeling. I can feel the energy going in a piano when I strike each key, such magic entwining my fingertips and the piano.

A tribute to all instrumentalists.

Jyochi

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Speaking about bands, marvel at Joe Hisaishi. You really got to give it to this guy. Shiney headed old dude who’s too meansly to spend money to hire pianists and instead plays and conducts at the same time, sliding out of his chair with awkward grace.  Admire his  rubber-faced expression when he conducts with such vigor! Ok I’m kidding about the piano part. But you really gotta admire a guy who can conduct, play, and generate pieces at the same time. What a gem. Good thing he’s still alive.