让一切随风...

风中风中 心里冷风

吹失了梦

事未过去 就已失踪

此刻有种种心痛

心中心中 一切似空
天黑天光都似梦
迷迷惘惘 聚满心中
追踪一片冷的风

各种空虚 冷冷冷
吹起吹起风里梦
过去的心 火般灼热
今天已变了冰冻

记忆中 突然又痛
只因空虚再作弄
你似北风 吹走我梦
就让一切随风

haven't posted any nice songs recently. haven't had the time or mood to actually listen to new songs these few weeks. but today, as i was having my weekly dose of xing guang, came across this song sung by 閻奕格. My first impression was, why the hell is she in this competition?? she's far far too good for this. far too good. gawd. the rest of the comtestants totally pale in comparison.

began having goosebumps by the pre-chorus. it's a canto song and she isn't even cantonese, yet she brings out the meaning of the song so succinctly. i was so impressed i ripped her cover into a mp3 version. and one of the judges aptly said:' i don't understand cantonese, but i was drawn into the song by the emotion and groove of the singer. didn't need to understand the lyrics, her singing made me understand what it was all about.'

so powerful, music is. such a powerful tool.

music transcends boundaries, lingustic or otherwise. if the music and singer is good, it really doesn't matter if you understand the lyrics anot..just like most people don't understand what pavarotti is singing in italian, but you would still be impressed by him.

閻奕格 is too imba. really. everything was done to perfection, nothing too much, nothing less. kudos to her. i'm impressed. very impressed.

there comes a time for singers, when key, pitching, rhymth, breathing, grooving doesn't really matter anymore. what matters is the picture you are trying to draw, what exactly are you trying to convey...sadness, anger, happiness, lovesickness? the image, so clearly drawn by the singer, proves her capability.

in the end, it's not the basics that make music. it's not the pitching, though it forms the fundamentals of good music. it's the ability to tell a story. the ability to paint out what you are feeling right now. the ability to describe in detail the story you are about to tell.

in 閻奕格's case, such a clear picture, of a lost love, of departure. she sings, with her experiences in life.

she is my aim, the pinnacle of music.

to draw the picture, in my own colours. in my unique set of colours.