Love is, exactly, three many-splendoured things
Here is a fact to humble every writer: not everything can be expressed in words in a manner that will do complete justice. The pen might be mightier than certain sharp implements, and equal to the wrath of some acerbic tongues I know. But what happens when the pen encounters voices such as those of Andy Vanlalremtluanga, Carlton Braganza and Mark Lazaro
A table full of women at a Valentine’s show, featuring some of the best voices around, is a circus full of emotions and exclamations and sighs. And I am proud that I remember that evening through the eyes of that table full. The high-decibel screaming that accompanied Mark on Too Much Love Will Kill You, Bed Of Roses and I Will Do Anything For Love. How his voice soared and dipped and emoted on Nessun Doma, a superlative superlative duet that he performed with
I claimed I was only present that night to listen to Andy sing Oh Darling. Even if that was true, I would not have been disappointed. Andy has this ability that many small-built people have. The ability to tear the voice from inside and fling it out through fingers and fists and eyes, projected from what have got to be springs on the soles of the feet. Andy showed off this capacity beautifully with Love Hurts and, especially, Maybe This Time.
But my beloved memory of that evening is Carlton Braganza. On an ordinary evening,
Here is a fact to annoy every reader: a writer may claim to have nothing to say, but will go ahead and writer volumes anyway. I hope I have done some marginal justice to the delayed promise of this piece. And, for the benefit of those who missed the show, I hope you guys do it again.
This time, hats off!Anoopa Anand
Click here http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=opusbangalore to check out the videos taken that night
and here for pictures:http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=40751&id=671540659&op=6