Art requires talent, understanding, and more importantly, the so-called aura of God's gift.
Zhou Yang used to be a die-hard person.
It's the same with anything he does. If he doesn't understand it, he'll delve into it. Even if there's a wall in front of him, he'll hit it to pieces with his head or make his head bleed.
later……
He understands that it is completely useless to fight against many things. Not only will he not be able to break through the south wall, but he will also become obsessed and become possessed.
Inside the Huaxia National Theater.
Contemporary music masters have divided the collaborative scores of various instruments in "My Motherland" over and over again.
Harp, sheng, flute, erhu...
Zhou Yang seemed to be immersed in a dazzling array of musical instruments, his eyes dazzled.
Instruments naturally lead to the same goal through different paths, and many musical notations are common, but when they are truly played together and resonate emotionally, you will realize that every melody and every note is not simple.
"It's been two days..."
"He didn't seem to say anything. He stayed here all day long and didn't take the initiative to communicate with us. Asking him questions acted like a novice who didn't understand anything..."
"His foundation is not very good, and he seems to have only a limited understanding of some musical instruments. I have been observing him for a long time, but I can't find what is special about him. He seems to be worse than the music students I taught before."
"Although we in China have a saying that people should not be judged by their appearance, and sea water should not be measured, but..."
"In my opinion, he really doesn't look like he can compose famous songs!"
The arrival of saxophone master Kenneth really shocked suona master Tong Yuan, who even felt that Zhou Yang had an inexplicable aura around him for a moment.
But after spending two days with Zhou Yang, that halo was instantly shattered.
In the field of music, she couldn't even see that Zhou Yang had any unique talent.
In terms of words and deeds, understanding of music, knowledge of musical instruments, and even the separation of music scores and understanding of timbre, all she felt from Zhou Yang was mediocrity and ordinaryness.
Like a layman who has just studied music for one year.
But it turns out that this layman can compose an amazing piece of music.
"Perhaps he is really an ordinary person..."
After Erhu master Zhang Zunlian heard Tong Yuan's confused voice, he subconsciously looked at the corner of the stage, where he saw the young man watching the masters of musical instruments rehearsing the repertoire while sitting silently in a daze.
He has always believed that music creation requires both talent and experience. A young man in his early twenties would never be able to write a song like "My Motherland", at least in his perception.
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"Then why..."
"I don't know, let's take a look."
Zhang Zunlian shook his head, then picked up the erhu and walked towards Zhou Yang with a smile.
When Zhou Yang saw him coming, he immediately stood up and called: "Teacher Zhang."
The words are very respectful.
Although Zhang Zunlian is skeptical about Zhou Yang's talent and incredible creative ability, he has to admit that he has a good impression of Zhou Yang.
This young man is very emotional and very respectful to everyone. Especially when he stands in front of you and looks at you with sincere eyes, you unconsciously want to talk to him.
"My Motherland" runs through the entire [Zhang Xia Art Achievement Concert]. It starts with the melody and chorus of musical instruments, and ends with Zhang Xia coming out with her apprentices to sing this song together, so the whole concert
The most important links are the beginning and the end.
If there is a comparison between the two links, then the beginning should be slightly heavier than the end.
After all, the idiom "get the first head start" is very applicable in the music circle.
Zhang Zunlian showed Zhou Yang the "erhu music score" he had compiled, and told Zhou Yang about his concept of the Erhu ensemble.
Zhou Yang was still the same as before. After reading the score, he fell into silence, as if he was desperately trying to digest something. Until Zhang Zunlian finished speaking, Zhou Yang was still deep in thought.
Zhang Zunlian didn't care. He was used to Zhou Yang's reaction. He just patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder and said, "Don't be too tired." Then he returned to his seat and began to think about the rehearsal scene.
Although suona master Tong Yuan felt that it would be useless for her to find Zhou Yang, she finally came over and brought the music score to Zhou Yang to look at.
The suona is very important in "My Motherland", especially when the melody is played, it will amplify all the emotions deep in people's hearts and drive the overall atmosphere of the concert.
Zhou Yang is the "original creator" of "My Motherland", so Tong Yuan naturally wanted to tell Zhou Yang his understanding of the suona score and ask for Zhou Yang's opinions.
Very disappointed with the results...
Zhou Yang had no objection.
He just scratched his head and looked at the score blankly.
After Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang's appearance, the sense of doubt in her heart became stronger. She even doubted whether Zhou Yang was the "original author".
The sun sets in the west.
Another day passed by in a hurry.
It's getting longer and longer before the concert starts.
Zhou Yang seemed to be a marginal figure. At first, these masters could still talk to Zhou Yang for a few words, but after two days, the number of times they visited Zhou Yang began to decrease.
Even at the end of the day, some people couldn't remember whether Zhou Yang had been here or what he had done.
Kenneth is different from these people...
After he only met Zhou Yang once and chatted about "Going Home", he never came to the Huaxia National Theater again, and he didn't even stay at the Interstellar Hotel arranged for him by the leaders of the Huaxia Music Association.
Today I am in Yanjing, tomorrow I will go to southern Hunan, the day after tomorrow I will go to an unknown small county in Zhejiang Province to have barbecue, and in the afternoon I will go to the Bund of Shanghai to take pictures...
It seems that coming to China is not to pursue art, but to eat, drink and have fun at one's own expense.
It wasn't until July 25, when the first rehearsal of the entire concert began, that he took his assistant and John Williams to the training room of "My Motherland" wearing a straw hat and flowered pants, and changed into
He had to wear chorus clothes, and he was asked not to line up in the central and conspicuous part of the team, but in the corner. After roaring twice, he felt very immersed.
The concert that everyone was waiting for was just a game to him.
"Many people understand music as an art, and think it is solemn, rigorous, and a high-end listening experience..."
"But the so-called art and the so-called music are all defined by people..."
"You can play music very seriously, you can also play music, you can play with a sullen face, you can also play with a playful smile..."
"It doesn't matter, anything that is too rigid will only lose its aura."
suddenly.
After Zhou Yang heard what he said to John Williams, Zhou Yang's heart was slightly shaken, and he felt as if his head was vaguely enlightened.
It was a wonderful feeling, as if he felt a ray of light, tumbling around in his mind, and then over and over again, making his tense nerves gradually relax.
Although Kenneth said so, when the rehearsal was about to begin, he suddenly gave up the idea of singing in the crowd.
As an American, he would always feel a sense of incongruity when singing "My Motherland" along with a group of Chinese people. Moreover, the era expressed by this song was the years of resistance to U.S. aggression and aid to Korea...
He adds an inexplicable sense of joy, which might even affect the atmosphere of the entire song...
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The afternoon of July 25th.
The first rehearsal of "My Motherland" is finally about to begin.
The famous musicians sat on the stage and began to adjust their instruments.
The National Chorus and some celebrities took the music sheet and looked at it over and over again, simulating the singing.
The conductor at the beginning of the music "My Motherland" is named Qiao Yu. He is 80 years old this year and is the earliest and most outstanding generation of musicians in China.
Although he was very old, his steps were extremely steady. With his gray hair, he walked to the podium step by step and struck the baton.
Some people felt nervous at the solemn scene. As the lights dimmed, the famous musicians inevitably felt a little uneasy.
It seems to be a grand event.
After the baton fell, Tong Yuan picked up the suona and began to play it selflessly...
The beautiful and exciting melody echoed throughout the concert hall, accompanied by the chorus, which pushed the melody of the entire song to a very strange height.
However, after the first performance, Tong Yuan felt inexplicably empty in his heart.
Not only Tong Yuan felt empty, but the famous erhu master Zhang Zunlian also felt this way. Obviously everything was fine, and the various atmospheres and accompaniments were good, but they felt that there was something missing, or that something was not rendered in place.
When they played it for the second time, they still had this problem. The seemingly perfect chorus could also lift the audience's emotions. But when they saw the appearance of the rehearsal in front of the camera and the sound of the instruments, they realized that the atmosphere of the whole music was still there.
Not rendering properly.
Rehearsed all afternoon.
The coordination between musical instruments also began to become incorrect. They tried to find the reason, but after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find it.
evening……
After the last concert...
"The score is wrong. We need to change it again. Take out everyone's scores and have a look..." Conductor Qiao Yu knocked on the board and was keenly aware of the reason.
It rained heavily outside.
Under the leadership of Qiao Yu, discussions about the score of "My Motherland" began again.
In fact, these are normal. Every perfect concert is preceded by rehearsals and adjustments in various aspects. Even these famous musicians are not immune to this.
The discussion lasted until ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone began to become very tired.
Just when everyone is planning to sort out the score tomorrow...
Zhou Yang, who had been staying in the corner and never spoke, stood up.
"Teachers, how about..."
"Hear what I think?"
"..."
The exhausted music masters turned their heads to look at Zhou Yang, only to see the young man suddenly walking out of the darkness.
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