Wednesday, February 4, 2009
That sound. That. That. That.
Ouch. That sound. That sound that screeches. That sound that haunts the ears, almost like feedback from the speakers. Messiaen. Atonal. Out of pitch. That VIOLIN. No I ain't criticizing. It just intimidates that ear of mine. That sound that blast away without the need of high decibel level. Then, I thank my dear for correcting some grammatical issue that I have, also for adding sentences that are of high thoughts and superiority to my 19 years of wisdom.
And so, that was concert practice 4th Feb. One that I thought could have been much better. That I thought would have scare the wits from two perfect pitch sitting together. We say in unsion, "OUCH" .
That sound. Must diminish! It must be completely driven away. GO!
on a lighter note, We're amazed and surprised. Full of awe to the owner of the sound, for his capability to endure the killing sound. And to his generosity of sharing such 'rare' voice to us.
