I do not hold knowledge about music, least of all about western classical. Never gave an ear to Chopin, Schubert or Mozart (save in the movie Amadeus.)
Last evening I attended a concert at Tata Theatre, NCPA and treated my ears to Music for a change, that which wasn’t a din, that which was in tune and not some random tins crashing to form sound…
Kiki’s Violin teacher, a prominent figure in the circuit was leading the group and the performance was beyond words- soothing. I felt I was fleeting in the theatre, through the sober crowd (consisting mostly of elite old Parsis.) What made the music even more beautiful was the ambience, the grace, the quietness, the mellow lights of the theatre.
This was my first time, so it was a historic moment in my life (slight exaggeration there) to witness such a setup and for two hours forget that I live in the harsh reality and maddening crowd of Bombay.
Robin Green, a 21-year-old Conductor, Asiya, a 20 something Russian Painist, Freddy, a 50 odd Violinist, and the other starlets who were performing on the semi circular, red wood stage, made my evening the one to remember for a long time.
I left the theatre with Tchaikovsky playing my head, waves at Marine Drive seemed like surging notes and the evening was a perfect symphony.
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hey there. was jobless enough to be looking for random blogs on blogspot. finally, after a LONG time, the "next blog" was NOT in spanish. :-)
so.. i liked the entry.. i can kinda relate to it, i guess. a change in genre is VERY liberating at time, i tell you. its like, dreamtheater is SUCH a welcome change after months of bodom, eh ?
cheers ! liked the entry.. way to go !
*and that would be TIMES, not time. lord, i hate my keyboard (carpenter with bad tools, aren't i ?)
--Arjun, Thanks for stopping by..I mean stumbling by :)
Yeah its been long since music has flown, such evenings are far and between...
Cheers!
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