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    Monday, March 13, 2006

    Blues blues blues

    It's already Tuesday but my calendar's still stuck at the weekend.

    It still feels like it hasn't ended. School was a blurry, shadowy episode all day. Woke up late, rushed like mad, and sat in a computational lab session with absolutely no clue about what I was doing with the molecule on the screen.

    What can I say? The weekend made such an impact.

    Von and I caught the very accomplished jazz pianist, Bob James and his trio - of which Nathan East and him are half of the famous group Fourplay! I had no idea! It's a pity our seats weren't exactly that strategic - the clearest view we had of Mr. James was nowhere near his tinkering fingers. Just a floating head cos the rest of him was blocked completely by the very large grand piano. But at least the drummer, Lewis Pragasam, right in front of us was an awe to watch. If I ever attempted the drums the way he did, I'd have all my hands and legs horribly entangled.

    What a thought.

    I was most impressed by Nathan East when he did the 'shooby dooby doo' while he plucked his bass, and the range of his whistling was astonishing. He didn't even go out of tune for the high notes! I can't even whistle a note. *hides in shame*

    Some of the jazz numbers were kinda slow and dream-like they carried my thoughts into another dimension. When I get too engrossed in the music, my mind starts to stray and I daydream about something the song reminds me of. So when I seem quiet while I'm listening to music, you know that I'm just enjoying myself.

    I managed to get Von and Andy to join me at Timbre cos Ublues was performing with a special guest. It makes me extra happy to be able to share my favourite music experiences with my best friends. It's like letting them into an important part of my life and showing them a differnt side of me. Good music is meant to be shared anyway =)

    Then after much of a personal struggle with decision-making, I made the choice to abandon my unfinished Developmental assignment for the night and hop on the train down to the Esplanade where I saw Paul Ponnudurai and Ublues take on the weekend crowd at the Nokia Music Station. It was burning good music there I tell you. They definitely stirred up some groovin' and funky blues! I swear even the aunties and uncles were bouncing up and down in their seats.

    It was totally worth being a bad student for one night.

    I can almost drool thinking of the music again.

    But one night is enough for this week. Somehow I have a bad feeling everyone's beginning to start mugging for the exams already, while I'm still on cloud nine and singing the blues. Someone please tell me I'm just being paranoid?

    [Time of Confession] 10:57 PM
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