Some things are worth throwing everything out the window for. Others... well, aren't worth enough to be stupid.
It's an unearthly hour of 0230 in the morning, and I'm here sitting here with panda eyes because I must. I just have to.
You know those novels where this parent laments, "My child is enamoured of an penniless opera singer," or "My son insists that he loves an angel"?
My mother now laments, "My daughter has fallen in love with a voice." Well, actually, it's her own fault. Nyahahaha.
I haven't just fallen in love with any voice. I've fallen in love with the voice of an angel.
See, she took me to this Singapore Arts Festival- J. S. Bach's Mass in B Minor by Collegium Vocale Gent (Belgium choir and orchestra).
OhmygoshIshouldn'thaveletthesongsplaywhileIbloggedohGOD(sorrybigguy)mysoulmysoulI'llexplainlater.
Anyway (ooooooo... arghnowCarmen'splayingit'ssodistractingbutsoaddicting- okay, I paused it- let me breathe awhile), it all sounded great when it started and all, the soprano was really nice, and two syllables later the counter-tenor started singing.
I was like, whoa. But he was holding back, restraining, not stealing the show.
Some time later the counter-tenor did a solo.
OhmygoshmysouljustmeltedIwatched
hisvoicecarrymyheartawayandcouldn't
bebotheredtoevenwavefeeblybyebyeI
couldn'treallybreathenormalthatvoice justfilledmyheadandIcouldn't bebotheredtothinkanymore
His name is Damien Guillon. Apparently he's a student of another really famous counter-tenor called Andreas Scholl.
The tenor? Oh, kick the tenor. He's definitely trained, but he's a pain. My mom says use a wire brush on him.
The baritone... well, not much really... I was expecting better, but his behaviour was quite cute, so hard to get annoyed.
Actually, conductor also very cute. Can see he was rather enjoying himself.
Soprano was sweet, very well done, I wish I could sing like her.
But the counter- tenor... Oh. My. Gosh. I should make it a criteria. My future boyfriends must all sing like that. You know what? Heck with that. Anyone have Damien's email? I'm going to propose.
No, no... don't try to readvise me. I know my chances are slim, but I have to try!
Okay, okay... I'll stop the hysterics momentarily.
While he was singing Agnus Dei, I was drunk AND feeling my heart being wrung.
After the movie, my mother then explained to me: The voice of a counter-tenor is typically also known as the voice of an angel for the following reasons:
1) The voice is androgynous. You can't really place a gender on it. (They are males that sing in falsetto. As such, they are also referred as sopranos or altos depending on their range)
2) As my mother describes, the voice is unearthly. It doesn't seem possible (if you only hear the voice and not see the singer) to credit a human with it. You can't imagine it. You have to hear it. And since such a beautiful sound can't come from hell, it has to come from heaven.
3) Nothing else, not soprano, nor alto, nor tenor, nor bass quite sends shivers down your spine like the counter-tenor.
On the way home, my mom let me listen to her mp3, on which she downloaded The Three Counter-Tenors (somewhat a spoof of The Three Tenors, but not quite). It really doesn't take a genius to figure out which is Andreas Scholl's voice. Listen out for the one that stops your heart.
It is now on my mp3.
Oh, guess who was seated behind me (my mother and I had separate seats, though she recognised the guy behind me and I didn't. I'm so lucky I didn't decide to turn around and spew poison). Spoilt my experience before the intermission. Seems I got off lucky today though.
* Reportedly, when he was young, he used to run up to the stage in the middle of the performance, and there have been other times when he'd just rattle on and on and on. Today he just burped from time to time. Still spoilt my experience, though.
Because of who he is, basically no one dares to do anything to him. But, at the risk of being whisked off to some ulu no-daylight prison (as well as understanding that I probably don't know a single thing about this matter), I've got to say this here: this guy needs somebody assigned to him to be his best friend, take him in hand and discipline as well as educate him socially. Granted, it's a bit late and very difficult to do so now, but better late then never, right? I'm sure his father will be so proud if it's successful. I mean, his father and grandfather (especially his grandfather, who's still a bit too worried about matters to let go of his reins just yet and honestly, I'd rather he keep a good hold for a while) have done much for everybody's sake, that's undeniable. Shouldn't they deserve a chance, a hope that this guy, their son and grandson respectively, can one day be more of a pleasure to people in the musical arena, can walk around with no more than 1-2 attendents and still be able to do his stuff, and really be living proof that anyone can be anything? I never used to think much about this guy (more so since I'm not a news person), but after seeing him for myself and obtaining more infomation thereafter, I'm thinking, this guy could become a living encyclopedia of music. He seems inclined this way. He's got a gift.
But until that happens, he will appear offensive during the afore mentioned situations, and there are going to be people everywhere who will gossip, talk behind backs, and have no intention whatsoever of doing anything except complain. As Singaporeans are inclined to do. *
My mother will kill me if she saw the above. Before anyone else does. As if it isn't obvious enough... this is enough to possibly ruin the rest of my future. Yes I'm exaggerating. I think.
Whatever. I'm stupid. I'm impulsive. So sue me.
Me enjoyed Sunday class outing and mahjong. Though I suspect somebody *ahem* stole all my fengshui. Me also enjoyed Tuesday outing with another SY. Only she's LSY. Lamsy? Me Vansy. I swear those pool balls have a mind of their own.
You know those novels where this parent laments, "My child is enamoured of an penniless opera singer," or "My son insists that he loves an angel"?
My mother now laments, "My daughter has fallen in love with a voice." Well, actually, it's her own fault. Nyahahaha.
I haven't just fallen in love with any voice. I've fallen in love with the voice of an angel.
See, she took me to this Singapore Arts Festival- J. S. Bach's Mass in B Minor by Collegium Vocale Gent (Belgium choir and orchestra).
OhmygoshIshouldn'thaveletthesongsplaywhileIbloggedohGOD(sorrybigguy)mysoulmysoulI'llexplainlater.
Anyway (ooooooo... arghnowCarmen'splayingit'ssodistractingbutsoaddicting- okay, I paused it- let me breathe awhile), it all sounded great when it started and all, the soprano was really nice, and two syllables later the counter-tenor started singing.
I was like, whoa. But he was holding back, restraining, not stealing the show.
Some time later the counter-tenor did a solo.
OhmygoshmysouljustmeltedIwatched
hisvoicecarrymyheartawayandcouldn't
bebotheredtoevenwavefeeblybyebyeI
couldn'treallybreathenormalthatvoice justfilledmyheadandIcouldn't bebotheredtothinkanymore
His name is Damien Guillon. Apparently he's a student of another really famous counter-tenor called Andreas Scholl.
The tenor? Oh, kick the tenor. He's definitely trained, but he's a pain. My mom says use a wire brush on him.
The baritone... well, not much really... I was expecting better, but his behaviour was quite cute, so hard to get annoyed.
Actually, conductor also very cute. Can see he was rather enjoying himself.
Soprano was sweet, very well done, I wish I could sing like her.
But the counter- tenor... Oh. My. Gosh. I should make it a criteria. My future boyfriends must all sing like that. You know what? Heck with that. Anyone have Damien's email? I'm going to propose.
No, no... don't try to readvise me. I know my chances are slim, but I have to try!
Okay, okay... I'll stop the hysterics momentarily.
While he was singing Agnus Dei, I was drunk AND feeling my heart being wrung.
After the movie, my mother then explained to me: The voice of a counter-tenor is typically also known as the voice of an angel for the following reasons:
1) The voice is androgynous. You can't really place a gender on it. (They are males that sing in falsetto. As such, they are also referred as sopranos or altos depending on their range)
2) As my mother describes, the voice is unearthly. It doesn't seem possible (if you only hear the voice and not see the singer) to credit a human with it. You can't imagine it. You have to hear it. And since such a beautiful sound can't come from hell, it has to come from heaven.
3) Nothing else, not soprano, nor alto, nor tenor, nor bass quite sends shivers down your spine like the counter-tenor.
On the way home, my mom let me listen to her mp3, on which she downloaded The Three Counter-Tenors (somewhat a spoof of The Three Tenors, but not quite). It really doesn't take a genius to figure out which is Andreas Scholl's voice. Listen out for the one that stops your heart.
It is now on my mp3.
Oh, guess who was seated behind me (my mother and I had separate seats, though she recognised the guy behind me and I didn't. I'm so lucky I didn't decide to turn around and spew poison). Spoilt my experience before the intermission. Seems I got off lucky today though.
* Reportedly, when he was young, he used to run up to the stage in the middle of the performance, and there have been other times when he'd just rattle on and on and on. Today he just burped from time to time. Still spoilt my experience, though.
Because of who he is, basically no one dares to do anything to him. But, at the risk of being whisked off to some ulu no-daylight prison (as well as understanding that I probably don't know a single thing about this matter), I've got to say this here: this guy needs somebody assigned to him to be his best friend, take him in hand and discipline as well as educate him socially. Granted, it's a bit late and very difficult to do so now, but better late then never, right? I'm sure his father will be so proud if it's successful. I mean, his father and grandfather (especially his grandfather, who's still a bit too worried about matters to let go of his reins just yet and honestly, I'd rather he keep a good hold for a while) have done much for everybody's sake, that's undeniable. Shouldn't they deserve a chance, a hope that this guy, their son and grandson respectively, can one day be more of a pleasure to people in the musical arena, can walk around with no more than 1-2 attendents and still be able to do his stuff, and really be living proof that anyone can be anything? I never used to think much about this guy (more so since I'm not a news person), but after seeing him for myself and obtaining more infomation thereafter, I'm thinking, this guy could become a living encyclopedia of music. He seems inclined this way. He's got a gift.
But until that happens, he will appear offensive during the afore mentioned situations, and there are going to be people everywhere who will gossip, talk behind backs, and have no intention whatsoever of doing anything except complain. As Singaporeans are inclined to do. *
My mother will kill me if she saw the above. Before anyone else does. As if it isn't obvious enough... this is enough to possibly ruin the rest of my future. Yes I'm exaggerating. I think.
Whatever. I'm stupid. I'm impulsive. So sue me.
Me enjoyed Sunday class outing and mahjong. Though I suspect somebody *ahem* stole all my fengshui. Me also enjoyed Tuesday outing with another SY. Only she's LSY. Lamsy? Me Vansy. I swear those pool balls have a mind of their own.
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