Kalimah Toyibbah - Iwan Syahman

Can The Romance Be Forever Lost

That I could not have the feel that was paramount if ever a dangdut post be contemplated and uploaded upon this blog and that bears much the sentiments of a dangdut aficionado. Perchance that my spiritual journey been enhanced by frequent remembrance of God that I become hard and unforgiving when God is all love and forgiveness. The Arts and in its spiritual sense must include an element of tenderness and one that surpasses things material thenceforth could not and impossible to change to something hard and callous. Or that sentiments are always susceptible to wavering cum uncertain emotions. Sentiments can be emotions but ever soft, malleable and unchanging that emotions cannot ever be. Sentiments are infused with love be it nostalgia but nostalgia ever positive barring negative forever more. Of songs and splendid steps to tones and melodies yet soft, wholesome and deep, so deep that the heart feels and remembers and as a consequence words and epithets formed to enact a vista so lovely thus lasting. A narrative henceforth born that can never be replicated but in different forms from different venues in differing times.Art spiritual and never art material plus profit. And art portraying the Grand Maker of art herein his creation - the best of art. Sacred art no doubt but the profane too has art and in it a tad bit spiritual for spirituality persists in every form. 

Aryati - Hendri Rotinsulu

To Karaoke And Of Songs Long Ago But Soothing Evermore!

It was a balmy late afternoon that I took a drive to Kampong Pandan - an old cum quaint part of Kuala Lumpur and was a kampong of sorts - nostalgic of such but since has been so developed that only a tiny bit of romance associated since old remains. Prince was already at the planned venue with an office colleague but planning together an enterprise besides the industry they were currently in and I would not want to barge into their lively tete a tete. I arrived at about ten minutes past 5pm but Prince was just about leaving to collect his daughter at a nearby LRT station and to drop her at the house, however, mentioning that he would be back the next instant. His friend has already left due to another appointment not far away. I was alone in terms of not having close buddies around but definitely not lonely as there were many veterans just sitting with some playing checkers and others chatting amongst themselves. Having ordered a beautiful and not so sweet teh tarik I took a view at the stage in front where a middle aged chap was standing and holding a wired microphone while staring upon the screen of a medium sized TV set before him. He was waiting for the first of a list of songs that he passed to the DJ or karaoke operator below at the right of the stage. The intro to the song was playing but the cue to melodiously vociferate to the lyrics was not. When the words appeared and time to sing I was taken aback that the song was my ever favorite - Aryati! The chap who sang was quite out of sync with the entirety of the tune but he did make an effort yet not overly that can bring damage to the ditty. The sound system was marvelous even though the place was a sort of eatery with many stalls offering a variety of dishes along with the entire complex looking modest, equipped also, with a high ceiling thenceforth making an equally high roof, in company with, and designed foremost for the public: barring status and position. To all intents and purposes the place can only be decent and rather pleasing - actually. The final part of the song came and went but strangely there wasn't the applause after which. People continued with whatever they were doing and persons chatting, chatted on. It was like an ordinary and run of the mill happening that could be extraordinary for any given day whence a given day at the place has karaoke, alongside and perpetually, to not bear anything different. The singer too, went quietly back to his table to continue drinking his teh tarik or strong black coffee plus smoking his cigarettes and plenty left in the box. Seeming like the seniors have no concerns for any implications should the songs they sing bring utmost nostalgia that moves or to reminisce to bring about little historical facts long forgotten or could apathy be the order of the day. Howsoever there couldn't be such drama as to make the whole outlook so secretive and sinister as patrons were just enjoying themselves and to while away the lazy afternoons with none of any melodrama to associate with, and, zero of ramifications with regard to things to do to gain fame and immense sums of cash because there weren't any talent scouts nor famous entertainment company executives around. Only veterans and seniors and of whom have been around and most times in whatever littlest circumstances of life but with hearts that go deep and tender and not material that hardens perennially to not feel life and songs at all. Bob and Prince emerged at the same time and together the three of us continued to watch and listen - to likes - veterans and seniors - singing songs so evergreen and so soothing!