Last night was mid-week, the time of the week when I would usually join the rest of the society at large to welcome the impending weekend. Last Wednesday, I munched on black pepper cashew nuts that were however not as nice as I remembered them to be, while happily sipping on potent lychee martinis and recounting the week’s events to the poor listener on whom I’d unleashed verbal diarrhea on. Some other times, I might have chosen a different genre of happy hours by enjoying a fattening evening with pals over beers and deep-fried food while great music filled the air courtesy of the live band. Some days however, I might have decided on a quieter evening and either made a beeline for home to dine with the family, or seek out some relaxation in a yoga class.
I did none of the above. Instead, I met a friend for dinner at Kusabi at Marina Square, where I’d posted a review on the other blog, and then we’d adjourned to the Esplanade where the Mosaic Music Festival was on. My friend’s friend and his band were playing at the concourse and she had wanted to show her support, so we made our way there after dinner and caught the last 15 minutes of Randolf Arriola’s first set. I guessed towards the end, he might have done some of his interpretations of classics, as per what I was reading off the official Mosaic website, as I found various strands of tunes familiar, but just couldn’t put my finger on exactly what they were or where I might have heard them before. The microphone was a tad soft and from where I was seated to the side of the HTC Living Room, I wasn’t able to catch what he said. No matter, it was an enjoyable set, and after that we moved to the front of the stage as we waited for Tze n Looking Glass to start.
Tze n Looking Glass are a quartet of a pianist, a violinist, a saxophonist and… what do you call someone who plays the er-hu? In the short 45-minute space, they presented 4 pieces of original compositions (if I recall correctly) which I pretty much enjoyed. It was an interesting fusion of sounds from musical instruments belonging to different cultures and times, but I thought that the blend of the piano and er-hu were great. Didn’t really like when all 4 came into play because it seemed too cacophonous at some point and the saxophone seemed to overwhelm all other sounds. Tze is the pianist, who is also my friend’s friend, and apparently he is a self-taught pianist, who is also one talented and brilliant composer. When I heard that I was rather impressed because the piano is one of those instruments that I have always wanted to pick up but due to a myriad of circumstances and reasons including of course laziness and procrastination, to date I am still nowhere near being a beginner in piano lessons. I digress, but the last piece they played that was called Goddess of Rain had a very sad-sounding piano arrangement (according to me) that made me fall in love all over again with the piano. I love music, although I know not one instrument, and aside from having music in my life on a daily basis listening to (mostly pop) songs on my iPod, I can’t say I know music at all. I suppose I can profess a love based purely on appreciation, and the skills and talent that go behind creating these wonderful melodies that add a soundtrack to our lives.