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I found this practice piece from my written formulation course whilst going through my stuff and thought I could chuck it up here. It was basically one of the exercises we did learning how to use metaphors and similar in writing, but to any of you who couldn't follow when I embarked on one of those nerd talks about using silence in music you might be able to trace my thoughts more easily. *** My fingers didn't move although I had already stopped feeding the last note echoing away into the distant corners of the hall. I could hear the last chord hovering in mid-air and yet, all was silent. One could have heard a pin drop despite the silent chord still sounding in our ears. I wondered how long I could hold this mute note which was gradually releasing the tension this last piece had evoked. Somehow this silence was as natural to the music as those empty pages one often finds enclosing a printed book balancing out a bundle of sheets to either side which only are partially use. Likewise a tune is born from and dies into silence, thus closing an ever ongoing cycle. But instead of observing only silence you are repeating some musical strain – yet, all is silent. I don't know how long I had held this silence – or had time stopped? – but by now I was gradually growing aware of the mute walls holding this infinite music. My lips released the eternal note; my fingers let the keys resume a sleeping position awaiting their next sound; my eyes opened to a sea of immobile heads not daring to cause a ripple on the quiet surface. The silence guided me further into reality and released the instrument form its former position. I must have shifted my weight, for a creak of the stage boards welcomed in the tide of applause drowning the peaceful silence with its waves.
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I've been told again and again. Well, this test is the latest proof I guess, I'm a dumbledore …
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Being woken up by the news first thing this morning was a jolt strong enough to wake me up. Pavarotti has left the the boards of this world to join the musicians on the heavenly stage. A brilliant talent and a wonderful musician, now released form earthy pains he will be able to sing again.
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Many bump into me on skype nowadays only to find me saying "can't stick around long, I'm editing". What on earth is that girl up to eh? Time to confess I think …
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It's been a long while that I've been fiddling around making things. But Tuesday found me at the ironing board making wax-pictures. Something I haven't done in a long while.
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Well, seeing it's meme time: here's another one …  Which HP Kid Are You?
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I received this in Dutch and just couldn't resist translating and popping it in here. Have fun! ( You know you are living in 2007 )
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Woohooo! It's confirmed! I'm having my interpretation/musciality lesson next Sunday. *Dances around* Hem … Well, as from now, if you see me hanging around doing nothing, feel free to give me a hearty kick and tell me to go practice!
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Enjoy your day! Know what – make it a marvelous weekend!
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Yep, I know it has been a long time. Sometimes I heard a mention from afar that LJ still exists, but I just didn't get round to coming over here – let alone posting. Ahh well, that happens when life chases you through the days. Rehearsals, assignments, forum work, offical papers … you name it. But now I can share some news I'm truly excited about: ( I'll keep it behind the cuts for those who don't like me going music nerd :) )
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No I haven't been ill or anything, but the last few days I've first been writign like made and then in seventh heaven … Yes, I've finished NaNoWriMo and won! 50k words! Sorry, for not posting earlier, but they just don't have a computer up there in sventh heaven … A big Well done! To Last but not least a thank you to all the leaky staff who put up with our nano-maniacism! And now I'd better go off and catch up on all my leaky duties …
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Sorry, I haven't been around. But I#ve been much to busy writing. As you asked to stay informed: I'm just over the 21k mark. Still a long way to go if I want to hit the 50k at the end of the month to "win", but no matter how it tunrs out I can be proud of myself seeing what I have written. |
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If it hadn't been for thessalymarley I wouldn't have signed up at all. Yes, I'm participating in the NaNoWriMo!Well, I'd better get cracking and make up for lost time …
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Yippie – I still can't believe it! They really posted my essay on music in Harry Potter in this month's Scribbulus issue. I thought I would believe it when I saw it, but … And now I'm not plugging it really … honest … OK perhaps a bit :p Here's a link for those interested.
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Grrrr … these soloist-stars can really hault an entire industry! ( stuck )
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Well, I survived or I wouldn't be sat here writign this. But seriously, it went rather well – if you don't think of those times I was trying to hit the gong yet just had air or got muddled up with the gongs and the kempli (latter is an instrument which give the beat like a metronom) as I was playing both instruments throughout most of the concert due to lack of musicians. Oh, yes and if looks could kill … But most important thing for a musician – the food was delicious. We played twice as good after the interval just having our stomachs filled with delicious things … |
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Well, it's preparing time again. This evening we're playing another concert and ghee there is still alot to be done. We're playing at a Balinesian meet up (Gamelan) yet we're a few players short so it's multi tasking as usual. We' still aren't fully sure what we're playing (as usual) and I've still got to come up with a way to play both instruments I'm supposed to play most sufficiently. It'll be a laugh trust me … I'll let you know how it went. |
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