Visiting an old friend

The Opera House. This place is still breathtaking to me. Seriously, how do you get over it?

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Anyway, I was here today to see Yiruma in concert. Finally! So thankful I managed to grab a ticket this time after I missed his first sold out concert a couple of years ago. I remember the tickets were selling like pancakes at the time. Perhaps, I wasn’t quick enough to buy myself a seat.

Even after arriving late because of the freaking track work, it was still an fantastic experience.

His music is colourful and sublime. Hearing and feeling it live, I was moved. I was mesmerised.

For the most part, it’s simple but it draws you in. It speaks to your soul with gentleness and sensitivity. Hence, I was hooked.

Yiruma also never used a single chart for his concert. Apparently, he doesn’t want and ever need any. He wants to deliver his music in the most outright and genuine way possible. How awesome is that?

Taking photos and videos were not allowed (of course), so as far as visual memoirs are concerned, I don’t have a lot to share. But what he made me feel and experience, it will surely linger for a long while.

Photo taken during the intermission.

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