Life’s Irony
Sure, I’m but an amateur church choir leader but as I grow older am I more daring, I have almost no fear to be blamed as an ignoramus as I’m not very impressed anymore by renowned, famous, celebrated names. And as you exercise, perform the same pieces with your choir of just ten musically uneducated singers of 60 to 80 years old with the vocal score; technically, sure, the masters, professionals, are very far away and high above you but we also have our own musically beautiful lines. I doubt whether all the audience in concerts hall really could appreciate, value, enjoy concerts, even if they give a standing ovation, perhaps it’s virtuosity, musically perfect. They can’t discern a really good conductor and orchestra that’s making the music live, have the music speak.
I can enjoy, appreciate, feel more than my children and even my grandchildren, as I remember their CD’s. Diana Krall singing: “When I Look In Your Eyes” or Natalie Cole: “Smile”.
Were the sermons not so awfully tiresome but beautiful as beautifully performed singing, I would gladly visit the church every week. And I remember the Dalang (puppeteer) who recited even in “crooked” Indonesian instead of in fluent Sunda language, yet so fascinating, the Dalang who could keep his audience awake the whole night.
And I thought of a book that was praised and crowned, but after rereading, it in later years it was very poor, dull writing, indicating the poor taste of the jury. But as a student of the secondary school, who had the courage to judge a book that’s ranked as literature?
As I’m growing older life becomes rich, deeper in thoughts and feelings. Life’s just starting I’ve a lot of time for myself now and imagine, I’m still so young, I’m not 80 yet. I get me a PhD in music someday to scare my listeners, ha, ha. That’s life’s irony. Old age? It’s just the beginning. I’m even better than in my younger years.
March 2009
Sure, I’m but an amateur church choir leader but as I grow older am I more daring, I have almost no fear to be blamed as an ignoramus as I’m not very impressed anymore by renowned, famous, celebrated names. And as you exercise, perform the same pieces with your choir of just ten musically uneducated singers of 60 to 80 years old with the vocal score; technically, sure, the masters, professionals, are very far away and high above you but we also have our own musically beautiful lines. I doubt whether all the audience in concerts hall really could appreciate, value, enjoy concerts, even if they give a standing ovation, perhaps it’s virtuosity, musically perfect. They can’t discern a really good conductor and orchestra that’s making the music live, have the music speak.
I can enjoy, appreciate, feel more than my children and even my grandchildren, as I remember their CD’s. Diana Krall singing: “When I Look In Your Eyes” or Natalie Cole: “Smile”.
Were the sermons not so awfully tiresome but beautiful as beautifully performed singing, I would gladly visit the church every week. And I remember the Dalang (puppeteer) who recited even in “crooked” Indonesian instead of in fluent Sunda language, yet so fascinating, the Dalang who could keep his audience awake the whole night.
And I thought of a book that was praised and crowned, but after rereading, it in later years it was very poor, dull writing, indicating the poor taste of the jury. But as a student of the secondary school, who had the courage to judge a book that’s ranked as literature?
As I’m growing older life becomes rich, deeper in thoughts and feelings. Life’s just starting I’ve a lot of time for myself now and imagine, I’m still so young, I’m not 80 yet. I get me a PhD in music someday to scare my listeners, ha, ha. That’s life’s irony. Old age? It’s just the beginning. I’m even better than in my younger years.
March 2009
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