Put on Art Tatum's music while revising for my (hopefully not) last biology paper. Mr. Tatum's tuneful melodies coupled with the smooth runs that are characteristic of his style, are what i'd give an arm for to be able to replicate - they're absolutely wicked. How apt was the comment, probably off from an amazed bystander, at the end of In a Sentimental Mood as well, which sums up my thoughts concisely - "Beautiful".
Being one who spent his piano lessons memorising classical pieces off the piano scores, improvisation's not my cup of tea. Thus, as much as i'd like to do the same, i can only admire from a distance.
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It occurred to me that the next three days i'll be in school sitting for my papers will be the last three days that i'll be donning the uniform of my school for the past six years. It isn't my nature to get sentimental about such things, but the years spent in this famed institution have been nothing but a privilege and a blessing, and i feel perennial gratefulness for everyone who has played an instrumental role in shaping the person i am today.
However, i do acknowledge how sheltered we have been within the four walls of our classroom, and although we did have hints of it, we've been without a doubt, protected from the selfish and brutal hunger that drives people in today's modern society. And we think we've real problems, heh.
Oh well, into the real world i come.
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