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music and bright lights
Posted by poeticnook
on
11/23/2001 06:07:00 PM
in
crossroads
Friday night was a night of music and bright lights. The ad congress was in full swing and everywhere you turn you'll see people with big i.d.'s dangling from their necks. the noise (or must i say music) was ear splitting. I played the old grouch and stayed at Bo's sipping iced cappuccino, watching the people twist their bodies at odd angles trying to catch a semblance of grace while swinging to the beat (or should i have said they danced the night away?).
Dancing is one of the forms of self-expressions that I never let myself learn. For me, it's just like some of those sports, which is better to watch from the sidelines than play in the field. Or of course, maybe I'm just not an expressive person. I've always associated music and dancing with festivities. And perhaps there has not been much festivity that I have witnessed in my life that’s why I never learned how to dance. or then again maybe there's just too much stoicism in me
But music, music is another thing. I pick up my keyboard and find notes for my favorite songs, and surprisingly I get them. But I can never read musical pieces. I had piano lessons when I was a kid but the teacher gave up on me. Maybe because I played a pop song on his class instead of the piano exercises he wanted me to practice. =)
Last night, I composed a tune to a song I made, but since I'm not good at reading and writing notes, the song turned out to be a poem instead. (",) But I memorized the tune in my head, and I can play it with my eyes closed. Good thing I couldn't write it down, then nobody would know if I made a mistake while playing, hehehe.
My world is filled with fragments that cannot be written down, for I have neither words nor talent to engrave it with letters nor transform it into something tangible and make it last forever. But I have a good memory, a memory that most of the times tortures me. nonetheless it will be enough to store all those moments that I could not put into writing, those songs that I can never learn to sing, those tunes that I will never be able to play. And in sleep, my memory will be the ruler of my world. and it will bring back all my dreams. one after the other.
Dancing is one of the forms of self-expressions that I never let myself learn. For me, it's just like some of those sports, which is better to watch from the sidelines than play in the field. Or of course, maybe I'm just not an expressive person. I've always associated music and dancing with festivities. And perhaps there has not been much festivity that I have witnessed in my life that’s why I never learned how to dance. or then again maybe there's just too much stoicism in me
But music, music is another thing. I pick up my keyboard and find notes for my favorite songs, and surprisingly I get them. But I can never read musical pieces. I had piano lessons when I was a kid but the teacher gave up on me. Maybe because I played a pop song on his class instead of the piano exercises he wanted me to practice. =)
Last night, I composed a tune to a song I made, but since I'm not good at reading and writing notes, the song turned out to be a poem instead. (",) But I memorized the tune in my head, and I can play it with my eyes closed. Good thing I couldn't write it down, then nobody would know if I made a mistake while playing, hehehe.
My world is filled with fragments that cannot be written down, for I have neither words nor talent to engrave it with letters nor transform it into something tangible and make it last forever. But I have a good memory, a memory that most of the times tortures me. nonetheless it will be enough to store all those moments that I could not put into writing, those songs that I can never learn to sing, those tunes that I will never be able to play. And in sleep, my memory will be the ruler of my world. and it will bring back all my dreams. one after the other.
