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The lark ascends...

The lark ascends…

For the first time in my life, I stepped into the hall. I marvelled at its interior, but it was not as big as I thought it would be – however, I guess the size should be good enough for the acoustics. Touted as one of the best concert halls in the world, the Dewan Filharmonik Petronas (Petronas Philharmonic Hall) did not disappoint me. I was reminded of Agents, though, when I saw the security people walking about briskly, what with their earpieces and all.

I was worried that I would fall asleep listening to pieces from Dvorak and Vaughan Williams – after all, I would hardly qualify as a classical music listener.

Previously, I had harboured desires of being in a band. It never did work out, of course, and it remains still as a dream, because my piano-playing skills have now gone rusty, or, if possible, almost non-existent. The guitar has been on my wishlist for such a long time now, but I still do not own one; neither have I indulged myself in any serious guitar lessons. Not long after that, I saw my brother banging away on the drums and I yearned to have a go at it too.

Now, I thought it would be fun to be able to tour around the world and giving performances as a part of an orchestral ensemble. My two favourite musical instruments for the night were the violin and the double bass. The violin is such a small instrument; yet it can produce such high notes that proved to be heart-wrenching, as demonstrated by the star violinist. And heck, I actually love the dull, monotonous sound that the double bass generates when it hits the low notes.

Many a time throughout the concert, while listening to the music belted out by the orchestra, I was reminded of movie soundtracks. The tunes sounded familiar yet unrecognizable, if that were possible. The only difference was that there was no visual elements to accompany the music – but it was a sight all the same, to see the pianist exaggerating his moves and getting carried away easily with the music. He was seen lightly fingering the keys, and intensely pressing them the next.

It led me to wonder, though, about the commercialised classical tunes (or self created, perhaps) made popular by Vanessa Mae, Maksim Mrvica and all-girl group Bond. Were they somehow a step above from the rest? I guess they just prefer jumping right into radio stations and charming the listeners of mainstream music.

I think the night could have been more inspiring if I actually had the nerve to start a conversation with the timpani player, who sat beside me when he was not playing in one of the three pieces for the night.

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