Category: Music.

None shall sleep

“People’s reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic; they either love it or they hate it. If they love it, they will always love it. If they don’t, they may learn to appreciate it, but it will never become part of their soul.”
– Edward Lewis, Pretty Woman

Opera in the (Botanic) Park

The turnout for Opera in the Park was so much bigger than that seen for Fall in love with Warsaw last July. Well, most were there for the free entertainment for their picnic and/or social networking. For the few, we held back rising to our feet when the emotions were elevated high on the B note.

I don’t know if I like Opera. I know I am in love with the emotions conveyed. I love how my goosebumps and breath foretell my reactions before I can sense it. I love the way I gaze at the performer with such detailed imagery in my head when I don’t know what he is singing about.

Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All’alba vincero!

It was a splendid evening. It was even greeted with our dear SAF pilots (i.e. NDP rehearsals).

Tune to thyself

I cannot get this song out of my head. Most typical of me.

I believe that everyone has a homecity (aka the homescreen where you always return to). It is not necessary the place you grew up in or the town where you’ve worked for most of your adult life. It is the place that you know it is right to reset in.

Many people want to move out of this city. Many people talk down the policies (and politics). Many people question the intentions and doubt the future. I cannot explain why but, in all honesty, I know I want to be here in my final days. This is my New York.

Good news, only good news

Do you remember the first movie you have ever watched? Or the first ice cream? Or the first time you come across an amazing sunrise? If you know me, you will know that I don’t have the best memory. While it is a mystery why, I do remember one thing. The first English song I ever heard and loved.

A Little Good News by Anne Murray

I must have been in primary school then. I don’t quite recall how I came to know about it but bits of the song have been floating in my head for years. And today, I actually remember the full song!

There’s a local paper rolled up in a rubber band
One more sad story’s one more than I can stand
Just once how I’d like to see the headline say
“Not much to print today, can’t find nothin’ bad to say”, because
Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town
Nobody OD’ed, nobody burned a single buildin’ down
Nobody fired a shot in anger, nobody had to die in vain
We sure could use a little good news today

Very true.

Dwelling in a song

I have the super-human ability to make every song into a theme song of any scene that comes into view, especially when I am on the move (on-board the train, car, plane or on foot).

For example. Along the highway, the music of Annie Lennox brings about powerful tossing emotions. I can see the male and female leads in the passing apartments, I can hear their rehearsed conversations, I can feel that long drawn-out helplessness.

Lately, I have been listening to Zee Avi. Not the album but the other songs that she is sharing on Youtube. I am watching one whole feature film in my head right now.