Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Scare-crow And The Little Girl 10

The Scare-crow And The Little Girl 10

In another big quarrel I said to my lover: “Just leave me, you’ll be free, I don’t love you anymore, why do you bind, tie me, you don’t give me my freedom? Can’t you feel?"

And she begged, prayed, entreated and said: “I don’t care though you say a thousand times that you can’t love me and accuse, blame me that I don’t give you your freedom. How I still want to stay with you though every another time you chase me away. Can’t you see, feel? Now kiss me, to make up for all the wrongs you did to me without reason."

Subandrio has a wonderful wife who waited for him though his freedom from prison came only on his 80th year, is my lover not as wonderful as she is and I’m but an old scare-crow?

October 2009

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Who Is That Young Girl?

Who Is That Young Girl?

“I just played my tape recorder and wondered who is that young girl or was it an angel who sang so beautiful.” So said the Choir conductor through the telephone to his 82 years old choir member who sang it.

October 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Speaking A Universal Language

Speaking A Universal Language

Music speaks a universal language. We don’t need to translate it. And I thought of paintings, sculptures, dances, and of animals, of flowers, and plants, and trees, and rivers, and lakes, and sees, and the clouds, and the sun, the moon, and the stars, … Don’t they also speak a universal language? So were the Choir Conductor’s thoughts as he revealed this to me.

October 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

Gladly I Accept

Gladly I Accept

Opa Johan whispered to his wife: “Do you know what I asked the stage-manager?”

“Is there a part in the film where I must kiss a woman? Yes? So then would I gladly accept that role.”

I don’t know whether he really said it or just boasted to tease his wife.

October 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

He Is A God

He Is A God

A writer, a painter, a composer, an artist, he is a God who creates a wonderful world of his own.

October 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Don't Need Be So Polite

Don’t Need Be So Polite

Don’t need be so polite as to clap your hands, except you can’t resist the urge to do so. So said the Choir Conductor during his openings-speech.

October 2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Choir Conductor's E Mail To His Organist 2

The Choir Conductor’s E Mail To His Organist 2

It’s delightful to hear you play. Sometimes it’s even better than an educated piano player. Many “Ave Verum’s” were not always performed very well by professional choirs or take a solo song as “Bist Du Bei Mir”.

Suppose it’s a fairly easy piece for an amateur, it isn’t obvious that a professonal would, could perform it better. Except, he has a better technical skill, a better voice, better equipment as an orchestra, music scores far to difficult for an amateur.

There’s the Mango, small, unattractive, sold cheap at the road side, without a sticker, not as big, goodlooking as is sold in supermarkets, yet how sweet, sweet-smelling, how delicious it is. The eye, a sticker, a Mall couldn’t ever judge, discern the sweetness, the nicety of the fruit. .

Kim Clijsters has her husband, her baby, yet she could still become the US open champion. Having a family, a child, having no formal musical education, working, aged, invalid, blind, mute isn’t a barrier, isn’t “the end of the world”.

October 2009