Our Cantabile

Just finished the drama version of "Nodame Cantabile" (thanks sango!).

I have to blog this, i really need to. My eyes are swelling with tears right now. The series' good. But the main reason for tears is that it made memories flood back. All the way back to when I was in secondary school. My most presious, most glorious period of my entire life. I remembered the first time I CONDUCTED ON STAGE. When I was 14. Although ours was far from an ochestra... it was my honour to be able to do so. I missed my band members! So much... so much I couldn't find a word to describe the magnitude of it. Fragments of time retrospect itself... collecting them... remembering them.. keeping them close to the heart... when I strode for the first time in national parade with a 3kg saxaphone... how I dreamt of bringing our band to another level, on par, no.. better than the teams of St. John & VI... Yes, that dream was the main reason I endured the sun, the military fashion trainning... The band was all I have at that time, my refuge from my broken family. I miss them all....

Where are they now? The swift directing of the mace, the graceful fall of the drum sticks, the rhythm... the deep tones of the lower brass - the trombone! And yes, of course, the winds.... the clarinet that I struggled so much to learn. Until my lips changed shape. The slightly thick nub of flesh in the centre of the upper lip... was the evidence that I love the reed mouthpiece so much.

Yes.. that band saved me.. it gave me a home... a cantabile so that I didn't stride down the wrong path...

Cochrane Brass Band... Our cantabile...