My Own Stage

My dream of creating my own stage and drawing an audience has been buried beneath other priorities in my life.

My dream of creating my own stage and drawing an audience has been buried beneath other priorities in my life.

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For me, music has always been a stream of inspiration, the medicine for dejection, and an elixir of zest.

I love to sing, and find myself perpetually absorbed by the songs on stages, TVs, radios,… In my adolescent, I would put fingers on my throat when singing to make the vibrato, and put my face inside a wash-basin to feel the echo and amplification of my voice.

In my 40s, I took private singing lessons and joined a choir that exclusively sang ABBA songs. However, I felt dissatisfied with only two public performances per year for the group. I managed to quench my thirst of singing through the occasional karaoke party but just like fashion, the trend died down after a few years. But wait there’s more!

A Chinese girl in Vietnam poem

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(Triolet-style poem)

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The herbal medicine – sweet smell,
The Chinese songs lulled me to sleep.
My childhood memories now swell.
The herbal medicine – sweet! smell!
The home-sick Chinese tears fell,
The lonely guests in a host country.
The herbal medicine – sweet smell,
The Chinese songs lulled me to sleep!

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by manhhai.

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Saigon’s Seasons in the Sun’s related information

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Listen to: (Link to phamduy.com Ngàn lời ca khác – Nhạc Pop 60-70).

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Saigon’s Seasons in the Sun

My childhood memories in Saigon come alive whenever the Seasons in the Sun song is sung.

My childhood memories in Saigon come alive whenever the Seasons in the Sun song is sung.

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“We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.” Every time I heard the “Seasons in the Sun” song, my mind is flooded with memories of my childhood before the Fall of Saigon. But wait there’s more!