Except My Lover Is With Me
“What do I care of visits when I’m sick? Except my lover is
with me. Can’t you feel, understand? I.e. as long as you don’t become an awful,
dutiful wife, you stupid little fool. Ha. Ha.” So said Opa Johan.
July 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Don’t You Be Tempted
Don’t You Be Tempted
I’m grateful I can publish in Wordpress, Blogger, You Tube
– broadcast yourself, said You Tube -,
for free, N.B. immediately published as I uploaded it. I don’t have to wait, to
worry about the outcome, were I to publish them to a famous magazine, journal,
...
When by chance they offered me a place it were just in an
almost unnoticed corner. Like having a tiny corner in a famous, huge building,
for which I should be grateful, Ha. Ha. While I have my dear home page, sure, a
very humble home page, but for me alone, with all my riches, my thoughts, feelings, pictures, videos, for free and for anyone to
see, to hear.
“Besides, your writings, thoughts wouldn’t become the
greater were it published in honorable magazines, read by the whole world, kings, presidents and
even God. Don’t you be tempted, fooled.” So advised my ‘Pacar’ (lover) me.
July 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
It’s The Beautiful Music That Matters
It’s The Beautiful Music That Matters
They asked me or was it an interrogation?
“Why do you sing in
a foreign language?”
“Were we singing in the Indonesian language you also almost
can’t catch the words, while I am unable to translate into good Indonesian,
suitable for singing.”
“Why do you sing love songs?”
“They are so beautiful. In the bible there are love songs
of Solomon, but never preached.”
“Why do you sometimes sing without words?”
“That’s vocalised singing. Isn’t it the same as hearing the
organ, piano, an orchestra playing?
“Why do you sing a
song of an opera, folk song, ...?
“I can show you many beautiful songs, aria’s that are now
religious, or sacred songs.”
Our church is more tolerant now. While I was once fired,
I’m lucky, I’m not fired for having such – some said “shameful”, “irreverend” -
thoughts. Ha. Ha. It’s the beautiful music that matters. That’s why. I don’t
care about the words, the language. And I thought of the beautiful flowers on
the pulpit also singing without sounds.
Music speaks a universal language, more than words ever
could express, you know?
That’s my philosophy said my Choir Conductor of a little
church in Jakarta.
July 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Forcing A Good Custom Is Good
Forcing A Good
Custom Is Good
I always thought that freedom was best. Yet, I believe,
forcing a good custom, a good rule, is
good.
Forcing your family eating together, yet I’d rather like
that it was done freely, willingly without being forced. And I thought of the
happiness of a mother chicken and her baby chicks following her, eating
together, sleeping together under her wings.
Rules forcing us driving left, or right, to come or leave
on time, regularly, ... What were it free, do, act as you like? Then it occurred
to me that it would be chaos.
July 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
I'm So Lucky
I’m So Lucky
They took me as a choir conductor of their little church
though an amateur, while I’ve no authority in conducting.
I searched for the most beautiful songs, music. I’ve not
just heard it, them, not only once, twice, but enjoyed, hundred times
exercizing and singing it, though very difficult, with old untrained, not
educated singers. We just have an electronic organ to accompany us. But I’ve no fear, am not scared were it not
perfect and NB I don’t care, am not ashamed to have our concerts in our little
church, that I recorded it just with a pocket digital camera, an i Pad, ... and
uploaded it in You Tube.
Otherwise, how could I ever know, enjoy such difficult
pieces as the “Requiem” of Mozart, “Bess, you is my woman now” of Gershwin,
“Ruht Wohl” of Bach, “Sei Nun Gnadig” of Haydn,...
Imagine, I enjoy Diana Krall, “When I Look in your eyes”,
love songs of Schumann, “Mein Schoner Stern”, songs of Schubert, ... with
deeper, intenser feelings than my son. I think,
I’m younger than he is though I’m over 80 by now.
Could I have a gamelan and its music score, would I also
eagerly learn and play it. Why don’t they invent the electronic gamelan, then
could I, anyone play it without having a gamelan set and musicians. I would
learn to compose when I stop conducting my choir.
I’m so lucky. Were I just a frequent, dedicated concert
visitor, could I never have enjoyed, known, developed my knowledge about music
and come this far, know this much.
How rich, grateful am I, though, for so short a time as
life. A thousand years wouldn’t be enough to learn, to know, enjoy all that,
what I desired, wished.
So mused the Choir Conductor.
Note
Here are some recordings. Don’t listen - if you’re a professional
or an educated singer -, except you’re also an amateur choir singer:
Listen to just one in order not to be satiate. Remember, we
are old agers, amateurs.
June 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Good News
Good News
“The defeater of Federer in the Wimbledon, is now punished
by being defeated also. Ha. Ha. How happy am I.” So told Opa Johan’s wife her
husband.
June 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Wouldn’t You Believe It?
Wouldn’t You Believe
It?
Writing something nice
is a joy. But I‘m very reluctant to
write something awful, hateful. Shutting my mouth, hiding my thoughts, it’s
torture, I can’t sleep.
There was someone – was
it a professor? - who did a scientific research into the intelligence of the
human races. He discovered, proclaims that a certain race has the lowest
intelligence. Scientifically proved. What, were it the white, the ...
race? Wouldn’t you believe it?
What an offence,
affront, dishonor, shame, when you are of this race.
“I take it with a grain
of salt. Ha. Ha.” Said Pak Arif. “There’s no professor, man with a bit of human
feeling, sense, reason ever would make similar researches: the race with the
lowest intelligence, the poorest in appearance, most lacking in courage, the
most deceitful race, ...”
Why rank, unless, except, you, we ourselves want to compete as in sports, music festivals, beauty contests, ...? How would you feel were you ranked lowest as the girl with a poor appearance in your class?
Why rank, unless, except, you, we ourselves want to compete as in sports, music festivals, beauty contests, ...? How would you feel were you ranked lowest as the girl with a poor appearance in your class?
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