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A tune of Contemporer Jazzy style

Yesterday I went to this event called Grammy Award Winner Oran Etkin that was held at @amerika, it's in Pacific Place Mall. I went there, of course, with Dita. I bet she doesn't really know who Oran Etkin is as I do not know about him at all too. haha

Oran Etkin is a jazz musician, I thought he only plays saxophone, but after I went there, I learnt that he plays clarinet, an instrument that still rare to be played here in Indonesia. Of course I do know about it because in TYO -orchestra I involve in present days- has two clarinet players.

I noticed this event from my orchestra, which got an invitation but the only person who excited to go there was just me. Therefor I invite Dita to came along companying me.

This Oran Etkin, I think he was a European musician. But the more I learnt about him, I knew that he came from US, New york. He introduced his music as a New Orleans wave, Afro jazz, and combine it with traditional instrument of Indonesia, Kendang (sundaness instrument)

Etkin teaches children music classes, he taught that the instrument we played talks our heart out. One of the song he played that day, was a song origin from Indonesia, and played by his style perfectly cool and jazzy groove.
The song called Gambang Suling - I think, if I'm not mistaken the title of the song - and what he told us about this song, that the Suling was represent our voice, our brain, the Gambang, represent our heart beat, our feelings, so the Gambang and Suling conjoined together, with the heart and the brain conjoined together, making such a good out put, a great music from deep inside our heart and spoken out loud so freely as the groove , the hear took the place it self on the beat.

It was a cool perspective I believe. He is a cool guy.

After watching Oran Etkin, we went to BeerGarden near the mall, and waited for the traffic jam to got off the street, and then went home. Still, even thou I went home at 7, I arrived at 9 - such a long traffic way to go to my house. This is tiring.

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