There’s a performance by the alumni of Anderson Junior College Chinese Orchestra yesterday evening. Benedict was performing there; I went there to watch him perform. He’s playing the cello, rather.. well.. big instrument. He most probably got interested in cello when he watches Bond strutting their instruments on television.
I went for several Chinese orchestra performance, I can’t say I am a good music listener. So I can’t praise nor criticize. I must have been tired after sitting in front of the computer from morning to afternoon yesterday, because my eye lids are closing during the performance.
So the performance went on, music pieces after music pieces. I surveyed the audiences, the hall is 85% filled. Once again, I must have been really tired, because I can’t wait to return home to sleep. So I waited patiently for each piece to end.
After an hour and a half, an intermission arrived. I did my stretches, I am very good at that, especially after I worked in The Singapore Mint.
– intermission -
Okay, back. I went for my own intermission [had dinner] when I am typing this post as well.
I looked at the whatever-you-call-it, there are 3 more pieces left. Excellent. The last piece was a gu zhen [that's a very nice-sounding Chinese instrument] soloist who refuses to reveal her age. The more you hide your age, the more people want to know your age. It is a rather strange piece and more importantly, long.
No matter how long the piece is, it stills end eventually. So as usual, there’s clapping. Then I heard the word I fear most at this crucial leaving moment – “Encore”. Oh no, encore.. Just because of one guy shouting encore, the audience was given an encore! Shouldn’t it be like there’s lots of demand for an encore then the audience is given anencore? Or did the Anderson Junior College Alumni Chinese Orchestra hired someone to scream “encore”?
So the encore was granted. Great, I can finally return home.
“Encore!”
Please, I allow you to insert your own vulgarities. The same guy shouted “encore” again. One person shouting again. Just one person. I thought “encore” means “one more time” or something like that. After you one-more-time, you one-more-time again? The more the merrier? That’s very Singaporean by the way.
So another encore was granted. Great, I can finally return home.
“Encore!”
I tell you, I am really want to smack this fellow off his seat. Thankfully, there wasn’t anymore encore. The orchestra probably hasn’t prepared that much encores too.
Following that was some silly hip-hip-hoorays and cheers. It clearly reflects the un-professionalism of the performers. They clapped for themselves too. That’s very egoistic as they’re literally praising themselves.
I left hurriedly to return home after all that, fearing the same guy is going to scream “encore” again.
Okay, the alumni concert isn’t that bad. I’m just falling asleep because I’m too tired, that’s all.
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[...] Finally the band reached their last song. The audience rejoiced when the title of the song is announced. It’s like their trademark song, you see. And I was rejoicing too, over another thing though – it’s ending soon. Great, I can go home and use the computer. The last song end, it’s even better! Now, I am even nearer to going home. That was then the crowd screams that now-much-feared word – ‘encore’ [Post: encore//encore]. Great, now I have to wait more. [...]
by //beconfused » Blog Archive » calling//osama (Jun 24, 2006 at 11 AM)From ur blog, although u keep saying you are tired but it gives people the impression that you are biased against Anderson Junior College Alumni Association Chinese Orchestra. You keep giving the impression that the concert was boring and yet, u are one of the guest watching the performance yourself. I’m sure the performers would not want people like you to watch their performance.
by Geraldine (Dec 22, 2007 at 11 AM)