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music therapy. the inn of sixth happiness. hustle-bustle of the chordal progressions can't exactly be described by words. or rather, by my very-duper-limited vocabulary. the harmonic progressions really brings us from one end to another, with a wee bit of tiny yet crucial climatic points. the little bit of jazz and extended chords too. i guess the most important ingredient was that its the acsiband who's performing it. if only every single one was genuinely playing through the progressions and enjoying the composer's ingenius musical language. heartfelt. chopin's nocturnes,ballades,polonaises. i think some of his music can really express something words can't. the scene in the pianist will be stuck to my memory for quite awhile for sure.. szpilman cutting a forlorn figure at the piano, telling his story as his fingers brush against the black and white keys. no wonder we hear people say that you can't play something well if you can't feel for it. cliche but its true. its like operas; even more heartfelt in the film because the story behind the music's the real deal. a good show. good music. but nobody ever learns. try as we might, but music can never be a total escape. it's temporary, just like how you start thinking about how things could have been, should have been all of a sudden because its been a long week and some things or people seem to affect you so much. it's this tiny cycle, though vicious shouldn't be used to describe it. it's temporary, cause the music won't be there forever for every single second. every morning, the hope comes rushing back in; can this go on for another long period of time? listening to: chopin, chopin and more chopin performed 22:14 ©
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