I'm listening to Chopin as I am typing this entry on my bed.
Some time back, music was the ultimate outlet and the ultimate escape from everything that is reality. I still love music for that reason. I can get lost in the world of the score - that little paradise which the composer creates and fills with structures, progressions, colors, rhythms and form. meaning. contours and artificial highs and lows. a breathtaking cadence takes me into a strange tonal level. every step a new refreshing angle.
i love the crunch of the keys as i listen to the polonaise in A.
the taking away of music then, is the removal of one form of escape. and im forced to look and listen to myself - particularly my inner thoughts. this is an extremely frightening thing to do.
why do i fear myself?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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2 comments:
when and how u go paris de? no ns meh?
haha i can take leave mah... i have 14 days a year.
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