Yes, yes. The first thing you would read is me ranting about trying to fall asleep. I really suspect I have insomnia or one of it's variants. But no. I just turn back to see my semi filled cup of milo infested with ants! So cute! I highly suspect I should get a better phone with a better camera because it doesn't give a good view of the ants. They look like part of the decoration of the cup. Just when I was about to say ants dislike milo when my half filled cup was left totally untouched (maybe not?). I'd like to think that I did not consume my dear tiny little black friend when I took a sip some twenty minutes ago. Ants are attracted to sweet things, maybe thats why I find ants crawling on my body! AH-ha.
Now back to my original rant. I realize I have a lot thought in my head before I go to bed. Everything I try to sleep, I get more refreshed instead. The standard procedure goes like this. One tiny pulse of vertigo hits me, then I'm like 'yay so am I allowed to sleep now' (sad that we don't really have full control over our body!). I go lie in my bed, in fervent hopes that I get to dreamland soon. But no, instead. I get more refreshed! So what the heck is going on!
I think it was yesterday when I was about to get some practice when my little brother was practicing with my mum supervising him. My mum called me in to listen to his exam pieces. And so I did. I stood beside and my mum asked him to play something for me. He nodded, and begun. As soon as the first few notes were played my maid walked in and my mum started having a casual conversation with her. Now, at that point I found it unbearably rude and disrespectful even to a little 7 year old boy. And so I flared up at my mum, and she flared back at me. Now, any person would think I was in the wrong. People think I'm having my PMS (or maybe male variant of it). or maybe my emotional oscillations took it's maximum displacement again. But no. This is always overlooked. But no, this kind of etiquette. A form of musical respect, is lacking in many many people. And that is what I've realized. It's common to so many people that it becomes overlooked and levitates itself from the status of being a crime. And so I slammed the door behind. And as usual, everyone thinks I got worked up for nothing. And I believe she still doesn't freakin know her mistake. People don't realize it, even after I tell them. Sadly. And this is the second time I've ranted about this. Morale of the story, when people are playing, listen.
Amongst many people, I realize some people have really drastic reactions to the piano. Some abhor the piano, some detest it to various levels. Some are willing to listen once in awhile, but not willing to play at all. Even people who are throughly qualified aren't exactly very passionate about whatever they are doing. I wonder why is it that not many people know whether Mozart's K330 is in C major or C minor, and how many people have heard Beethoven's Emperor Concerto. And personally I feel that it's a crime have not heard Rachmaninoff's 2nd piano concerto.
Okay I am going to be specific here. Few days ago, at the party. Joy asked me, why do I only listen to such stuff. I said, "I have all these, what else more do I need". Classical music is limitlessly. There are so many hidden gems out there which I have no discovered. Listening to all the Beethoven Piano Sonatas would take alone hours and hours, let alone all his Symphonies, his Quartets and so on, (which I haven't really listen to yet), and that alone is one composer. What about Haydn, Mozart, Bach, Scarlatti, Liszt, Chopin, Beethoven, Schubert, Schumman, Rachmaninoff, Scriabin, Tchaikovsky, Brahms , Ravel. I only have a mere few pieces from most of the composers listed here, and my whole classical playlist does span more than a mere few hours. I am here only as an advocate, not a freaking terrorist-style obsessed maniac.
(As a disclaimer, I by no means, have the intention of offending anybody, or any group of people. I come in peace, merely standing by my own stand, in a very passive tranquil manner. )
I miss the time in school not for tutorials and lectures but only one reason. It was because I had a friend there which I could talk to him about. Where we could discuss why the revolutionary etude is not a so darn hard etude after all, and we could talk about the concert we watched last night or whose interpretation was the darn best on youtube.
And people, these my friend, are PIECES, not songs.
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