Monologue-ing Chris

That morning, before the silent storm, I was trying to focus on working out the powerpoint slides. BBC 3 was helping me concentrate. And BOOM, there's Fritz Kreisler's Praeludium and Allegro, by a violinist unknown to me. I was overwhelmed, since (you know) I've always labelled myself a lover of cello pieces only.

Well, love changes as it always does, doesn't it?

정경화 is Kyung-wha Chung, a Korean violinist, same as Sarah Chang I mentioned years ago. I found the recording of her playing Praeludium and Allegro on Youtube. Wow, she started performing at the age of three and was awarded a full scholarship to Juilliard at her teenage. These talented and lucky Asian artists. This reminded me of a film I saw on the plane to London earlier this year - The Soloist (the original's by Steve Lopez, oh well the real one not the one in the film).


The Book: 'A Lost Dream, An Unlikely Friendship, and the Redemptive Power of Music'

The Film: 'Life Has A Mind of Its Own.'



I like the film one better. And oh I was feeling a very pain deep in the core of my bones while watching this film on top of the clouds. Why's there always some surprisingly good films when I fly to London, oddly?

In The Soloist, Jamie Foxx is a homeless Julliard-trained musician regarded mentally-ill by most of 'them (us)', but Robert Downey Jr. the LA Times (or what) journalist tries to befriend him and 'help' him / 'save his life'. Who needs the 'help'? Whose life needs to be saved anyways? And my mind was turned upside down when I heard a woman refusing to take mental pills and saying something like 'Why do I have to control the imagination? How do you know it's my imagination but not your imagination?' (or I might remember it incorrectly).

Definiftion! Definiftion! Definiftion! If I don't need any assistance, why are you offering me any? If this is my fear and I'm coexisting with it well by avoiding it, why are you trying to cure it by forcing me to face it? When you think you're the Savior of one's life, who do you think you actually are and why do you think you are superior and of more advantage/knowledge/skill/experience to offer another form of thinking/living/existing?

(Do I love those who have got flaws help/hopelessly? But, flaws defined by whom though? I keep on asking the inner me. I wonder if it's because of MY flaws not THEIRS I love them...?)

As usual, I went murmuring about things my readers would never understand.

Anyways, go watch it and think upon/after it. =)


Alright, finally, this is the bedtime music these days:



Enjoy it, like I do extermely.


AND, this is from The Soloist:



P.S This is where you take part in issues of Homelessness and Mental Illness: http://www.takepart.com