August 20, 2006 - Yamaha Guitar Camp and Festival 2006Today, we head for the Yamaha Music Headquarters in Kelana Jaya where Roger conducts a one-hour workshop at 11:30pm. Lots of people at the workshop, covering most age, sex and job range. There are some kids, who upon Roger's prompting, leave their seats to sit on the floor closer to stage to have a better look.
One kid in particular, this kid in orange shirt, Ian, 9. He's the one bent over his guitar, in the middle of that front row, see? At first, he's sitting - oh, ten feet away. As minutes pass, he's inching forward. By the end of the workshop, he's kneeling forward, against the front of the stage and his arms are right up ON stage, his chin propped up. Cute!
Here at this guitar workshop, everyone comes equipped with their guitar. So when Roger makes a point, all of them pick up their guitar at the same time and start twanging. It sounds rather like military school, where everyone picks up his/her arms at the same time. Or at an examination hall where the invigilator says, OK, you can turn over the paper now. Swissssssh, same movement, everyone, same time.
By now, however, both of us are feeling a little under the weather, after the previous week of travelling up and down the peninsula. Roger, thankfully, felt a lot better after he popped in two cold Panadols and took a short nap in the conference room. Just in time to be one of the judges at the festival that started a little behind schedule.
Here we are, two weary old souls, ready to go home and catch up on zzzzzs. But we still had a competition to judge, a 10-minute gig to perform and a 9pm flight to catch!
We have to be out of Yamaha by 6:30pm, Roger told the organisers. And try as they may, it is impossible for the schedule to catch up. So Roger and I, with help from the friendly Yamaha chaps, end up rushing madly to pack the equipment into a waiting cab at 7:10pm. Just for the record, we made it to the airport in good time but it was waaaaaay to close for Roger's comfort. Just one more day, I told myself....one more day, Claude.... you can do it.....
One kid in particular, this kid in orange shirt, Ian, 9. He's the one bent over his guitar, in the middle of that front row, see? At first, he's sitting - oh, ten feet away. As minutes pass, he's inching forward. By the end of the workshop, he's kneeling forward, against the front of the stage and his arms are right up ON stage, his chin propped up. Cute!
Here at this guitar workshop, everyone comes equipped with their guitar. So when Roger makes a point, all of them pick up their guitar at the same time and start twanging. It sounds rather like military school, where everyone picks up his/her arms at the same time. Or at an examination hall where the invigilator says, OK, you can turn over the paper now. Swissssssh, same movement, everyone, same time.
By now, however, both of us are feeling a little under the weather, after the previous week of travelling up and down the peninsula. Roger, thankfully, felt a lot better after he popped in two cold Panadols and took a short nap in the conference room. Just in time to be one of the judges at the festival that started a little behind schedule.
Here we are, two weary old souls, ready to go home and catch up on zzzzzs. But we still had a competition to judge, a 10-minute gig to perform and a 9pm flight to catch!
We have to be out of Yamaha by 6:30pm, Roger told the organisers. And try as they may, it is impossible for the schedule to catch up. So Roger and I, with help from the friendly Yamaha chaps, end up rushing madly to pack the equipment into a waiting cab at 7:10pm. Just for the record, we made it to the airport in good time but it was waaaaaay to close for Roger's comfort. Just one more day, I told myself....one more day, Claude.... you can do it.....
posted by Claudina @ 1:54 PM
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