Sunday, May 12, 2013

To Come Out Rather Than Suppress


To Come Out Rather Than Suppress

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKMST1LFuH0

I was taught that a good choir has similar voices melt into one. It might be soprano, or alto, or tenor, or bass. But now I think were there one very beautiful strong voice among them, - as we are not auditioned members - I wouldn’t order to lower, drown her/his voice but instead to come out a bit of the others as it gives the choir her/his special color, warmth, charm and is a saviour in reaching high notes. It is too precious, rather than to suppress the voice, - in this case, her voice - to be merged, drowned into the sopranos.

She’s the youngest, such a delight, sings so natural, she had never had singing lessons before.

That’s my philosophy, said the choir conductor.

May 2013



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Friday, May 10, 2013

You Can't Learn Art




I don’t think a well trained, educated singer could sing this very simple folk song better than she does, - though an elderly woman over 80 without music, authorized vocal training - except in superior technique and vocal quality. Hers is art, you can’t learn it, except you want to become an imitator. This is an exercise, yet there are some wonderful lines in it, recorded just by my i Pad.

So said the choir conductor.

May 2013
  



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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Beautiful Eyes


Beautiful Eyes

And I imagined the queens of beauty.

Yet, though Piggy has the ugliest eyes, but they look so true, so loving, my doggie. That makes it so beautiful, the most beautiful.




And I thought of the song "You are so beautiful"  in a You tube video of  a little child with down syndrome and a loving dog.

See the beauty, a heaven in a bride’s loving, happy eyes.

May 2013
  



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Sunday, May 5, 2013

Psalm Of David Of This Age 2

Psalm Of David Of This Age 2

He is the Almighty. His Word is written, imprinted, engraved, all over and around us.

He doesn’t need my, our praises. He doesn’t need our aid, our assistance to preach His Words.  Who can pride, qualify himself to be his  representative? He is anywhere, not only in Churches, in Cathedrals, Mosques, Temples. His community includes all living and is not limited to those only who believe in Him, for as long as time.

He is that created, who regulated the universe without any effort.

Without being taught, at the very moment of happiness, each one, every being knows, how to sing, how to praise. At the very moment of death in death agony, everyone, every creature knows how to pray.

He is God I pictured, created after my own image.

1973

May 2013




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Thursday, May 2, 2013