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Monday, July 02, 2007

Les Miserables always always manages to bring me to tears. Its the hope that almost always seem present, even when things will not and will never be, that is so heart-wrenching.

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more

The trumpets are simply oh, so glorious! in this recording, they give me goosebumps and make me go cold all over, just like on Saturday when I sat down with NTUSB and played Noah's Ark for the first time in almost three years. The whole experience was almost like revisiting the dead -not an apt metaphor i know but I know not how else to describe it. My hands were so cold I couldn't play the running notes. It was weird how after so long, I could still follow the music and remember all the rests and when to join in without counting. It was also seriously annoying how I kept playing the second flute parts without realising it for Noah's Ark and even for Jap Graff, but I suppose playing second flute is that natural to me.

I really have a compulsion to read the lower notes when they put flutes 1 and 2 in the same score argh stupidstupidstupid.

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