Voici, un resume de l'atelier que j'y participe cette soiree
Ca existe:
l'harpe de voyage avec 34 chords
l'harpe moderne avec 47 chords et pedales
(inventee par Sébastien Erard et en effet, Ia grande mere d'Isabelle avait une harpe de Sébastien Erard )
.....
L'origine:
l'Egypt et vue a l'Afrique Noire
les celts la joue en voyant
L'histoire:
d'abord, c'est pour les rites religieuse
depuis longtemps "un instrument dormir dans le placard"
fait populaire par Marie Antoinette qui jouait aussi elle-meme l'harpe et elle l'avait ramene en France
c'est les compositeurs de l'impressioniste francais qui ont ecrit bcp de repertoire pour l'harpe expres
Sonorite: diverse par le longeur de chord
Repertoire: limite
2007年11月11日星期日
2007年11月8日星期四
30 hours in Mali (article from emails to fds)
'Landing will be in five minutes.
It is 33C in Bamako.'
I've well prepared myself for landing in Bamako, Mali which was once a dark African empire extending from Mauritania, Senegal to Guinea in the 13th -14th Century. Starting from 1857, the French occupied the country, French is still the official language and this is why i was there.
Wearing layers of clothes to resist the chilly weather in Paris, I had to put it off one by one in the toilet where one could hardly move, luckily my siege was up-graded to business class due to overbooking. There was no queue outside, and I could take my time, like the French said 'prendre ton temps', of course, I was in an Air France aircraft A310. I had some champagne which was the only wine I would take in-flight. I felt hot already, because of the wine and most of all, the sun shining through the little window.
'Please remained seated until the aircraft has completely stopped'
It was 4.54pm but the sun was still burning the land which was called l'afrique noire. (dark Africa)
Going down the stairs, i arrived finally in Bamako, there was nothing,
more precisely, no facilities in the airport: no connecting bus, no boarding gate, but a man with a gun guarding the 'exit' of the staircase, gazing at you. Some Malien women were standing around the aircraft, welcoming their visitors. This scene should be seen on the arrival floor of an airport but here in Mali, things were out of our imaginations.
It was terribly hot but with its dryness, one could hardly sweat so you didn't feel too tough, but i could hardly breathe in my suits. We were walking to the main building 15m away, or say the only building. There were two queue, one for local resident, one for foreigner as usual, yet it was interesting to find that Malien were sitting on the bench in the passport control area (sous-douane), i wondered if they were having a siesta. They shouted to me to go to the counter for local resident in French. i hesitated and remained still. The others did so.
It's my boss turn. The officer said that he didn't have entry visa, neither nor i. We called the consulate of Mali in hong kong and we were told that it was not necessary for HKSAR passport holder.
i told him that 'ce n'est pas necessaire pour notre passeport'
(for our passport, it's not necessary. )
The French sitting next to me interferred. He explained to the officer that we went there for business and we would leave the next day. His effort was in vain. A fat woman in traditional Malien clothing approached us, she was quite active there as she never ceased to bring some passport for the officer to chop on.
We passed the passport control area, proceeded to the vaccination counter. Lining up in the queue, i knew what was wrong. We didn't have vaccinated neither. People were showing a yellow card. I'd checked in Hong Kong that vaccination for yellow fever is recommended but not a must.
Here, it is a must.
To be continued.....
It is 33C in Bamako.'
I've well prepared myself for landing in Bamako, Mali which was once a dark African empire extending from Mauritania, Senegal to Guinea in the 13th -14th Century. Starting from 1857, the French occupied the country, French is still the official language and this is why i was there.
Wearing layers of clothes to resist the chilly weather in Paris, I had to put it off one by one in the toilet where one could hardly move, luckily my siege was up-graded to business class due to overbooking. There was no queue outside, and I could take my time, like the French said 'prendre ton temps', of course, I was in an Air France aircraft A310. I had some champagne which was the only wine I would take in-flight. I felt hot already, because of the wine and most of all, the sun shining through the little window.
'Please remained seated until the aircraft has completely stopped'
It was 4.54pm but the sun was still burning the land which was called l'afrique noire. (dark Africa)
Going down the stairs, i arrived finally in Bamako, there was nothing,
more precisely, no facilities in the airport: no connecting bus, no boarding gate, but a man with a gun guarding the 'exit' of the staircase, gazing at you. Some Malien women were standing around the aircraft, welcoming their visitors. This scene should be seen on the arrival floor of an airport but here in Mali, things were out of our imaginations.
It was terribly hot but with its dryness, one could hardly sweat so you didn't feel too tough, but i could hardly breathe in my suits. We were walking to the main building 15m away, or say the only building. There were two queue, one for local resident, one for foreigner as usual, yet it was interesting to find that Malien were sitting on the bench in the passport control area (sous-douane), i wondered if they were having a siesta. They shouted to me to go to the counter for local resident in French. i hesitated and remained still. The others did so.
It's my boss turn. The officer said that he didn't have entry visa, neither nor i. We called the consulate of Mali in hong kong and we were told that it was not necessary for HKSAR passport holder.
i told him that 'ce n'est pas necessaire pour notre passeport'
(for our passport, it's not necessary. )
The French sitting next to me interferred. He explained to the officer that we went there for business and we would leave the next day. His effort was in vain. A fat woman in traditional Malien clothing approached us, she was quite active there as she never ceased to bring some passport for the officer to chop on.
We passed the passport control area, proceeded to the vaccination counter. Lining up in the queue, i knew what was wrong. We didn't have vaccinated neither. People were showing a yellow card. I'd checked in Hong Kong that vaccination for yellow fever is recommended but not a must.
Here, it is a must.
To be continued.....
2007年11月6日星期二
來自天堂的樂章 -- 一題兩寫
星期日et一人分飾兩角
跟小妮及樂友們欣賞了
法國首席harpist Isabelle PERRIN 的recital
曲目包括: Debussy's 1st Arabesque; Faure's Impromptu
et最喜愛 Bernard Andres's Elegie pour la mort d'un berger <<給牧羊人的輓歌>>
故事是這樣開始的:
作曲家跟妻子散步時
經過老牧羊人的家
那間沒有水沒有電的古老房子
傅出清脆悅耳的音樂
回家後
作曲家坐在豎琴旁
把剛才聽到的
彈奏起來
並寫下樂譜
此刻
老牧羊人的媳婦跑來告訴作曲家
他剛離世
他們不知道樂曲是從那裏來的
或者這是來自天堂的
____________________________________________________________________
跟小妮及樂友們欣賞了
法國首席harpist Isabelle PERRIN 的recital
曲目包括: Debussy's 1st Arabesque; Faure's Impromptu
et最喜愛 Bernard Andres's Elegie pour la mort d'un berger <<給牧羊人的輓歌>>
故事是這樣開始的:
作曲家跟妻子散步時
經過老牧羊人的家
那間沒有水沒有電的古老房子
傅出清脆悅耳的音樂
回家後
作曲家坐在豎琴旁
把剛才聽到的
彈奏起來
並寫下樂譜
此刻
老牧羊人的媳婦跑來告訴作曲家
他剛離世
他們不知道樂曲是從那裏來的
或者這是來自天堂的
____________________________________________________________________
2007年11月1日星期四
trading 無用論
中暑話trading無用
左手交右手
et無反駁
et只係話
如果佢做埋d廢話研究
仲無用
pianist搭訕
以為et話佢
今日見到小手個blog
講trading並非真正創業
呢個topic有得講
tbc
左手交右手
et無反駁
et只係話
如果佢做埋d廢話研究
仲無用
pianist搭訕
以為et話佢
今日見到小手個blog
講trading並非真正創業
呢個topic有得講
tbc
不道德的勾當
讀過et的cafe parlez
都知et的英文有幾爛
但et竟然可以幫人翻譯master (taught course)功課
前幾日老死打來致謝
話佢個同學嗰篇野a咗
頂!!!!
我嗰日收到份野
已經推
因為一望就知肥硬
後來et死死地氣用咗2晚通宵譯咗佢
2晚係因為
佢冇用原始資料 引埋d3/4手
連unicef個report都無download落來睇
跟住個bibliography都可以完全錯晒
我唔抵得頸
改鬼晒佢篇野
點知幫佢攞個a
頂!
都知et的英文有幾爛
但et竟然可以幫人翻譯master (taught course)功課
前幾日老死打來致謝
話佢個同學嗰篇野a咗
頂!!!!
我嗰日收到份野
已經推
因為一望就知肥硬
後來et死死地氣用咗2晚通宵譯咗佢
2晚係因為
佢冇用原始資料 引埋d3/4手
連unicef個report都無download落來睇
跟住個bibliography都可以完全錯晒
我唔抵得頸
改鬼晒佢篇野
點知幫佢攞個a
頂!
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