Chapter 320 'Symphony No. 2 in C minor', II, III, IV
The field of vision was as hazy as frosted glass, and Kaplan gently drew two beats of broken lines in the air.
In the second movement, a moderate Allegro, the rest interval instructed by the composer is almost enough, and the people in the audience will surely forget the terrible thing that just happened.
As long as they take a few breaths of fresh air after the stagnation has dissipated, they can see the time and pictures of the past, lingering in the white mist, one by one, jumping out frame by frame...
The third track of the beat break line, a weak beat of an incomplete measure.
The string section bowed from the E note and slowly played the "Leanderer" dance theme in A flat major.
Simple and innocent dance steps, warm and cantabile melodies, and carefree songs.
Perhaps it can also be called the theme of "a moment of remembrance".
Looking back at certain moments, they will be gone at the next intersection.
"You have attended the funeral of someone close to you. It is usually an old friend, an old friend, a person who died well, or a heroic figure you admired. It is better to have appropriate feelings of sadness or a touch of haze."
Roy, who was playing, thought so too.
She remembered the day of Bassani's condolence event. After Fan Ning finished playing the keyboard variations on the sacrament rostrum, he looked at the audience with a faint smile and looked at herself specifically.
"Perhaps on the way home, a picture of a warm moment suddenly appeared in your mind, like a ray of bright sunshine, a refreshing breeze, without any clouds or fog, so you may remember what just happened
Almost forgotten, briefly forgotten."
She recalled the moment when he turned around in the procession on the way back from the funeral, when the coffin was buried and a new monument was erected.
There are stars in the sky.
"Perhaps due to the influence of some predecessors, A flat major always reminds me of earthly things, warm and nostalgic. So in the second movement, I want to write some common romantic sounds, with a more pastoral tone.
Secular way.”
She thought of the back seat of the car. He reached out and pulled the roof armrest to explain to herself. He was smiling at that time, the buttons on his shirt were loosened, his hair and cuffs were blowing in the wind, and the lights outside the window were passing by.
Passing by, like a shuttle, like a shooting star.
Somewhat unfair.
I was observing so carefully, but I didn't know where he was looking at last. If a person drives so fast, he must look straight ahead.
That stack of handkerchiefs is still in the car, so you will always have one more thing that I haven't returned to me.
Bar 39, the second part also starts weakly, starting from the cool G-sharp minor key.
The French horn was whimpering slightly, and the conductor on the stage gave a few entrance hints without leaving any trace, and the string triplets were imitated one by one by each part.
The friction sound of the bow strings kept ringing, transparent and brisk, just like the coolness of the summer night breeze after a long time.
"When I live, death does not exist; when I die, I no longer live. So death has nothing to do with me."
Under the background of carpet-like sound effects, Kaplan directed the clarinet to present a long melody like a horn, and then he remembered the ancient epic philosopher Si Lei, who seemed to have said this.
But he always felt that he had some objections to this, and always felt that this was trying to influence him.
——Death has nothing to do with the deceased himself, so does the concern for him from his relatives, old friends, and loved ones have nothing to do with him?
The clarinet's horn melody was quietly switched to the flute halfway through.
Special timbre contrast, a problem that I can't quite figure out.
The band's repetitive patterns became intermittent, and the second violin hesitantly played a single note.
The theme of the dance "Leander" in A flat major is reproduced.
Looking back at certain moments, they were gone at the next intersection, but this time the audience heard and saw something new.
When the ballad was sung again, Roy led the cello section and breathed deeply while telling another touching counterpoint melody.
That old friend who died is still there, he can hear me, and he will respond to my memory in the dark.
The audience felt a sweet soreness pass through their noses.
"After the death of me, I am still there, I can hear, and I will respond to the person I care about in the dark."
Kaplan smiled quietly and paddled.
Sheeran, who was playing the nostalgic first theme, heard the deep bass on the opposite side corresponding to it, and couldn't help but shed two lines of tears while vibrato.
This is really great. In those days, the sun could still shine brightly on the conductor on the stage.
It would be great if you came to listen. You don’t even come to listen to what you wrote.
The sudden intensity of fff and the mysterious staccato triplet poured out again.
The composer pays tribute to the Dionysian progression of the music saint who once moved him. Underneath the playful superficial musical thoughts, there is a deep passion for life and a compassionate thought that brings tears to the eyes of the audience.
Kaplan once again tore his arms out from the pain, driving the cold horn sound of the wind instrument to rise fiercely from the carpet-like sound flow.
Why cry for part of your life, when all of your life shouldn't be filled with tears.
He couldn't see the players, but he could hear the low singing and singing under the starry night sky, sometimes jumping for joy, sometimes tender and full of knots, sometimes as desolate as water.
The theme of the third dance music reappeared, and the entire string section put down their bows and held their instruments horizontally in their arms.
Pizzicato, too light, without any weight, the color starts to fade.
There is no need to carry the heavy thoughts anymore, and the bows and strings play the theme again to show the last ray of nostalgia.
Looking back at certain moments, the next intersection is completely white.
The arpeggios of the two harps were as clear as water as the song ended.
The audience and musicians looked at Kaplan from different perspectives as he stood there with a sense of loss.
He still supported the railing of the podium with both hands.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to be blind. After the colors, lights and lines disappear, it is not pitch black, but complete nothingness, just like when you imagine trying to see with the back of your head.
My ears are still in good condition, but my body is a little tired.
The musicians looked at Kaplan with more worry than the audience. They could still take a breath after the first and second movements, but they knew that Fan Ning's instructions at the end of the third and fourth movements were all about "fighting without stopping."
Let’s start the next movement”.
This means that starting from his next shot, he needs to conduct continuous command for more than 50 minutes.
He felt a little uncomfortable with the cold sweat on his neck and cuffs, so he fumbled for his handkerchief and wiped it a little, then raised the baton again.
"The first important thing about conducting is to be clear, stable and accurate. You have to remember that no matter whether the mood is happy or sad, no matter whether the intensity is weak or strong, it is irresponsible for the musician to make a swing that lacks readability."
So the trembling arms stabilized after a few seconds.
"Dong, dong!——" "Dong, dong!——"
Two sets of timpani hammered in powerful fourths, followed by continuous low percussion.
The bassoon, clarinet and alto oboe began to superimpose stubborn ornamental rhythm patterns, and then the sixteenth notes of the string section gradually unfolded a flowing scene.
Third movement, Scherzo in C minor.
"The ballads full of nostalgic warmth and joyful sunshine end in a hurry, and people always wake up from daydreams and return to the hazy real life."
Kaplan's eyes had lost focus and he rested casually in front of the band, swinging the racket as accurately as a machine.
"There are endless tedious activities, noisy bustling with almost no time, and repetitive life with little interest, which makes people feel numb and shuddering."
This continues until measure 67, when the piccolo, clarinet and bassoon begin weakly, and the oboe is accompanied by stubborn ornamentation.
Scherzo theme, hymn "Saint Janin of Pontua Preaching to the Fishes".
The music here is still not very rushed in character, and seems to have a certain leisure flavor and flavor of life.
But if the audience pays close attention to the details, they can predictably see the endless chaos and danger behind.
Kaplan thought of the time he stayed at the Boethius Hotel in Santa Ramburg last year.
He once stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows during his break, looking at the rows of lights in the high windows opposite.
It feels like looking at the crowd in a dazzling ballroom, and watching them from the darkness of the outside world. The sound you hear is completely fast, distorted and blurry.
Uneasy and anxious sounds began to appear under his hands from time to time.
Ridicule, irony, questioning.
Sometimes it is neurotic repetition or staccato, sometimes it is an accent that awakens people from numbness, sometimes it is parallel thirds or parallel triad chords that suddenly superimpose and then leave suddenly, like ghostly things wandering in the crowd.
Some melodies flow in the expected direction, but then reverse without warning and unexpectedly.
The fish happily listened to the sermon, and then dispersed, chasing prey to feed themselves until the "disaster" came.
An even stronger dizziness hit the audience in the symphony hall like a hammer blow.
They felt dizzy.
The composer's number of measures in several parts was extremely uneven.
The segments are getting shorter and shorter, but various materials are squeezed in desperately under Kaplan's gesture.
While conducting, he felt like he wanted to scream for no reason.
The sense of disillusionment was obviously nihilistic, but the fear of death was so dense that I couldn't breathe.
He opened his arms wide as if to vent, stood on tiptoes, and a completely unfamiliar and dangerous sound door was suddenly pushed open.
"boom!--"
The percussionist in the back row picked up a big mallet and swung it violently towards the cymbals, bass drum and timpani. Twenty or thirty brass pipes looked up to the sky and played strong dissonant chords, accompanied by the band's ferocious chromatic progression.
group.
The tide receded in waves, and the mindless exercise ended in exhaustion. The gong was struck at the end, and the musicians did not choose to stop. The low buzzing sound lingered for a long time, and an unsettling warning hovered in the air.
At this moment, to the right of the woodwind group, behind the harp, a girl wearing a simple white dress stood up.
"Oh, little red rose!"
Four notes in the key of D flat major, the simplest scale of one, one, two and three, were slowly sung from the mouth of this outstanding mezzo-soprano selected from the choir.
In the fourth movement, Initial Light, Fanning instructed that it should be "simple but extremely solemn."
Trumpets, French horns and bassoons responded with solemn chants.
When things get to this point, there is finally a tendency to break away from the human world.
The solemn funeral of the giant, the inextricable memories of the past, the dangerous, chaotic and uncontrolled movements... Kaplan felt that his pain was not decreasing but increasing, but he unexpectedly calmed down.
Quiet pain? This description, this experience, is really... uncommon.
“The world is in great trouble!
People are living in a lot of pain!”
Singing in C-sharp minor, the girl's voice is gentle and pious, and the strings are quietly playing as a foil below.
"I would rather choose to live in heaven!
I would rather choose to live in heaven!"
Even the struggle in the potential plot was temporarily eliminated at this moment.
Only the desire for redemption is nakedly revealed.
Kaplan's figure was already a little stooped. He closed his cloudy eyes, his lips trembled violently but there was no sound, and only his right arm was left to gently drive the beat.
"Ding, dong." "Ding, dong."
The music shifts to the key of B-flat minor, and the crisp bells of the celesta and harp appear, as well as the sobbing triplet of the clarinet like a thick nasal sound.
"I go to the broad path,
An angel came and tried to send me back." The mezzo-soprano sang slowly.
Sheeran's violin played, and the response was profound and sad. The ethereal paradise scene seemed to be getting closer and closer to the audience.
"No, I don't want to be sent back to the human world!
No, I don’t want to be sent back to the human world!”
The mezzo-soprano girl suddenly shook her head in pain, and her key changed complexly and intensely.
She is longing for it, she is begging for it.
Xilan slowly rubbed the strings, and the singing behind her made her feel uneasy, and memories overflowed like a tide.
She recalled Fanning's explanation of the "First Light" in "The Horn of Youth" when she visited Ms. Hamilton, and the funeral in the early morning of winter when the dripping water turned into ice, and the tears he shed while listening to the choir's "Ode to the Resurrection."
Hot tears.
He said that he has been ardently imagining that salvation really exists, so that those who miss him are no longer alive, and those who are afraid of those who will leave in the future can still look at this spiritual paradise.
"I came from the glow, and I will return to the glow,
Dear original light will open a ray of light to me,
Light up my life of eternal happiness!" The girl sang the last verse of "Initial Light".
Yes, at least you can wish yourself so devoutly, like a fantasy wish in vain.
Kaplan also agreed in his heart.
Before the moment when heaven and earth change color, in this short introduction movement, the tinkling sound of the harp is still soft and ethereal.
But he felt like resting.
After conducting on the stage for nearly an hour, he felt that wearing this suit was uncomfortable. It was like waking up sweating at night with a high fever, or crawling directly into the quilt after running a marathon, and the clothes and skin all over his body were wet, cold and muddy.
I don't want any friction or contact.
It would be nice if I could take a clean bath, or just lie down for a while.
But Kaplan knew very clearly that even if there was a chair behind him, he could not sit down.
Then you will never be able to stand up again.
He remembered turning the score "Initial Light" and what a shocking scene he saw when he came to the next page.
Before the chorus is introduced at the beginning, there are a full 32 lines of music. The orchestration abbreviations and assigned part numbers on the left are crowded!
So, let’s begin the final chapter.
The turbid eyes suddenly opened, started shooting, and waved down!
He finally squeezed out a basket of residual fuel and threw it all into the raging fire without hesitation!