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okay, so. i have this not-so-minor fetish for guys who play the piano. not the wurlitzer, not the rhodes, but a proper piano. and, and, and. jay chou. he did a bloody marvellous rendition of rondo (alla turca) - one of my favourite classical pieces ever - on a pink baby grand. if that's not enough, the over-talented egoist that he is also played the chinese flute, and the drums.
and then his voice? so brilliant. last year, when the entire concert was keyed up with special effects and whatnot, i thought, eh, competent singer, nothing outstanding. but he downplayed almost everything this year, and his voice was brilliant. and his harmonisation was pitch perfect.
i'm still shocked that i don't regret the three hundred bucks i blew on watching his concert on two consecutive nights.
my head, however, is still in its strange, strange little world. because instead of pairing him up with a random female, it has decided that a male would suit him much, much better. (when really, he is not slashable at all.)
i am incoherent with the joy and the high. ignore me.
and then his voice? so brilliant. last year, when the entire concert was keyed up with special effects and whatnot, i thought, eh, competent singer, nothing outstanding. but he downplayed almost everything this year, and his voice was brilliant. and his harmonisation was pitch perfect.
i'm still shocked that i don't regret the three hundred bucks i blew on watching his concert on two consecutive nights.
my head, however, is still in its strange, strange little world. because instead of pairing him up with a random female, it has decided that a male would suit him much, much better. (when really, he is not slashable at all.)
i am incoherent with the joy and the high. ignore me.