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| Friday, 21 June 2002 |
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The piano duo..! What a wondrous evening was yesterday. With a glass of wine in one hand, beautiful women all around and in the Taj Ballroom, I sat enthralled and listened enraptured to the enchanting pieces played on two grand pianos, by Gil Garburg and Sivan Silver from Israel. Sivan Silver was divine, not just in performance but in looks and her head moving up and down with her fingers, displayed a passion that added in quality to the tempestuous pieces she played. On the other piano, Gil Garburg held show like a master show man, who with a coolness and air of a director, moved his hands with an air of solidity through the fiery and arousing moods created by his partner. They played like world performers, which they were. The music held me so spell bound, that my glass, remained empty, as the notes, intoxicated and titillated my body and soul that evening. I have always loved the piano and have watched with amazement the dextrous finger work of pianist as he or she with effortless ease brings out rapturous melody from ordinary looking black and white keys. What magic, I have often asked myself lies in the fingers of these geniuses? Often as I have listened, I could have sworn that the keys speak some secret language, so refined, sometimes soft, sometimes ferocious, sometimes fading into a soundless silence, in which the mind continues hearing what the finger on key has stopped playing awhile. What language is it that speaks thoughts into one's senses, without the need of words? That uplifts ones spirits but can also take one into the throes of despair. Years ago, as a child, my cousin training to be a concert pianist, went through the rigorous drilling that all pianists have to undergo. Come dusk and her nimble fingers would fly along the length of the ivory pieces. Eighty eight black and white keys, thirty six black, and fifty two white, which had lain through the day in peaceful slumber, where suddenly awakened to perform, and perform they did. The house and those around would suddenly be filled with the joyous peals of the willing instrument, and I am certain that as the notes entered each household, they took over the emotions and moods of all those that dwelled within. Children stopped crying Couples stopped fighting Problems suddenly vanished as Beethoven and Schubert and Bach, Brahms and Strauss smiled their way into each household and embraced each family with their seraphic moods. Yesterday I sat and listened and for a moment I wished I had learnt to play like the two on stage, but then a thought came to me and I smiled. I did not have to go through the torturous years of making my barbaric, disobedient, defiant, rebellious fingers into prodigies and maestro's. I doubt I could have disciplined them so. But I can listen and love and appreciate, the pleasures that others serve for me, oh yes, I can do that, and as the two on stage finished their piece I stood with the others and shouted 'bravo, bravo' The piano, an instrument divine, played by those that have been truly blessed. My glass is empty, but I raise my uplifted spirit to all of you who play, or are learning to play the piano. Bravo..! |
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