Hupp, hupp, and (h)away

I have a friend whose sis­ter plays the Hupp, she says. She will be per­form­ing in a solo con­cert called ‘A Harp Affair’. The con­cert will show­case her immense tal­ent with the instru­ment, and show­cases ever­green favourites such as ‘Claire de Lune’, which you might hear in ele­va­tors around the world, and in some cafes.

While I can­not say I like lis­ten­ing to the Hupp, I find myself impressed by my friend’s sis­ter. She seems the quin­tes­sen­tial high achiever, and won the Uni­ver­sity Medal at UNSW in Archi­tec­ture before she embarked on her music stud­ies in the U.S. And as with a lot of tal­ented peo­ple resid­ing in Sin­ga­pore, she is not Sin­ga­porean. This Serem­ban girl lives here to take full advan­tage of the government’s throw­ing of much money into what they call the Arts. Sin­ga­pore is her Hupp Hub.

There are very few pieces which fea­ture the harp and which I like. Like ‘Song to the Moon’ (lis­ten here). Unfor­tu­nately my friend’s sis­ter doesn’t play them.

So, if you are inclined towards cham­ber music (cham­ber, there­fore can be played in ele­va­tor), go watch her and per­haps be as impressed as I was when I watched her.

If not, my best friend’s show opens next week. Go get your tick­ets, because appar­ently the show’ll sell out real fast, or so he’s told me to tell youse. There’s him play­ing the piano and singing on the show too. But he won’t be play­ing the Hupp or singing ‘Song to the Moon’. (Thank goodness).

See? So many things to see, hear and do. Why stay home and read other people’s blogs and then blog about them?

But if you really, really want to do that, you could do worse than to read this post and its com­ments. I say. What resolve. What deter­mi­na­tion. What don’t-care-if-people-think-I-am-gormless–ness. Com­pelling stuff. So, don’t let peo­ple you blog about make you doubt what you blog when you blog. Tell peo­ple to sod off.