I cannot read any of bean sprouts-like or curly wurly notes.
I cant play any musical instruments nor bring my voice to a pleasant level. But I still enjoy going to musical concert even when I can't understand well. Heehee!
The gentlemen were in white and ladies were in black. I remember asking a friend who used to play for Symphony Orchestor before why do the conductor needs to wave his hands in the hair and the significant of the rod and why do they need to wear the penginue like tuxedo and he shared with me the character of the Turkish Astronomy in the Little Prince. Heehee!
Here's the programme tonight, I was a little disappointed with the Don Juan, ... no no no, there wasn't any wrong notes (at least I cant differentiate that) but it just sound like SOUNDS... not music. Technically well played without the feeling... After the intermission, Suite: The Cunning Little Vixen proved to be a little more interesting cos it's a symphony poem. ER...for those who doesn't know music. Symphonic poem, by definition of Encarta Dictionary, refers to an extended piece of music for a symphony orchestra that is based on a literary, artistic, or ideological theme such as a folktale or landscape. So Suite: The Cunning Little Vixen tells a story of a forester who had fallen in love with a fox-club and he had taken it home after having shot its mother. Personally I like Symphonic poem because it's more "interesting" to listen to. For example, the cricket is symbolised by a chirping flute; the caterpillar by the piccolo; the fluttering dragonfly by a solo flute; and luminous violins and harp announce the dawn of a new day. Interesting right? ;-P Below is the programme....
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