the time is nigh
Though deadline for handing in portfolio is next Monday *shudders*, I managed to sneak in some time for Mozart's death lullaby, which was considered quite fit for the occassion, plus my signs of an early stage cold. (Not SARS)
Performance was nicely located in a chuch with hard wooden benches, the cross and stained glass windows--equipped with anything that makes a church look like a church--somehow you sit there hoping to be spiritually elevated. Maybe yes or maybe not. I was only half mesmerised when peering to my right hand side, HY was fiddling with his fingers. He was moving his hands in slight, regular motions. Then in a minute or two, he whispered, "I just came up with an idea".
The piece was merely OK: the trumpet was a bit too loud and some endings were quite abrupt. Other than that, it was a rather pleasant evening. I am more and more convinced that the more you expect something to be really good, it turns out to be mediocre; the less expectations you have, the better it will be. This is why one drizzling evening listening to NY Philharmonic play Bolero was unexpectedly breathtaking, and why Yo-yo, Ma never fails to dissappoint me. Don't understand why TWN media is always so hyped up about his performances.