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From classical to not

One of the reason why I started working is money. I want more freedom to spend on myself. I had also discovered I really like classical music and now attending my classical music performances. Most of it I went alone. Because I don't think I found anyone who is content to just sit and listen to just classical music for 2 hours and more. And I dont really like inviting anyone to come with me, because I feel like I would be disappointed if they wont enjoy it as much as I do. But if you do, lets go be silent together and enjoy the music. 

Its not boring for me, in fact I am always captivated. Recently someone in Twitter shared that Istana Budaya will do one of those classical performances by their National Symphony at RM30 per ticket. As someone who usually bought the cheapest ticket at RM130 for MPO , these are CHEAP. 

So I went ahead and just book myself tickets and had already jotted down their setlist so to speak. I found that listening to the setlist first, will make my listening in during the performance more enjoyable.

I think this year , I already went twice or thrice?, The Rachmaninoff one which is magnificent, and also Brahms violin concerto which I also love because the playing was so energetic. The next MPO performance I will be going to is the Hans Zimmer one. 



Dewa concert in Axiata Arena last year



But I am not a music snob, I am fine with the non classical concert too. Since I love Dewa, went to the Dewa concert last year. I had gone to the Dewa concert in 2019, in Stadium Malawati. And I love it. ( I also have better seat ). The seat for this Dewa concert in Axiata Arena. I hated. Its not worse as in cheaper, but I dont know why but I hate it. Everything feel cramped and I cant move. But we did get Ahmad Dhani back, so thats a plus. 

Next month I am gonna see Muse. I don't know what to expect from that. And of course I had scored Coldplay tickets. Standing . We will see about that too. I had also registered myself for the Taylor Swift tickets, but I am not putting much hope into that and just hope I get a cheap ticket by sheer luck. 


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