I like music a lot but music didn't like me and that's perfectly fine. There was a time that music became my muse. It inspired me to write, particularly dark poetry and thoughts. Each time after I play the flute, I ended up scribbling a poem, haiku or quote. It's not as effective as before though.
move mountains, magical myths
my musical muse
How and when did I start playing the flute - the bamboo one to be specific. I think it was during one of the MassKara celebrations when I saw a bamboo flute hanging in one the kiosks. Out of curiosity, I asked how much was it, and bought it. I followed the instructions written on the packing, and as they always say, the rest is history. I am not good at it and I can't play without looking at the music book. But I felt like I am being transported to another kingdom every time I play it. Ah, those were the days. Bamboo flute doesn't sound modern. (A few years later, a friend gave me a Yamaha flute)
Last Saturday, I was asked by my former officemate to be the photographer of their post-Valentine and winter concert. (Thus the history above). It was a classical concert featuring a violinist, a cellist, a pianist and a soprano. Japanese were very attentive and serious throughout the event and that made me very conscious while taking the photos. I don't want to disturb their concentration. Even the smallest camera click can be heard inside the venue. I tried my best in capturing the key moments. But...
I really enjoyed all of the performances. There were times that I forgot that I am the photographer. As the melodies filled the room, it was like in another world. It was hypnotic. And yes, I was not sleeping as my eyes were wide open. It was classic. Modern-classic.
When the applause grew louder, that is the time you'll realize that you are still in the present world.