A rolling stone gathers no moss – as the saying goes. I had never had any occasion to have all my friends in one room at the same time. Until now.
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His fingers are ready to snap a shot as to stroke a chord. Giles and I would run into each other at venues around town. I learnt that he was a jazz guitarist, and a serious one at that. A purist of sorts. I’ve enjoyed the discussions we’ve had. There are so many nuances and subtleties in music. The kind that the regular Joe wouldn’t be privy to. But frighteningly, many musicians are oblivious to these subtleties and nuances as well. Giles gets it. It’s always a pleasure finding a kindred spirit. There’s a sense of homecoming about each meeting with him.[/nk_text]



Wassim brought his friend, Kamil Kruk along for the concert. Kamil played the saw. Yes, the saw. It was great listening to them.[/nk_text]

Juan introduces me to Paula, only for me to realise as we walked up to her that I knew who she was all along! Granted, she and I hadn’t officially met, but I had seen her around a few times. I obviously hadn’t made the connection in my mind that she was the Paula that all the signs were pointing to.[/nk_text][nk_gallery_images columns=”2″ images=”639,640″]
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