Chapter 112 Commander speaks of the storm of Barumbo
Duan Ran's sudden appearance did interrupt the conversation between Qin Jian and Xiaolin Zheng'er.
But what happens is that the stage is getting brighter and brighter.
"Beethoven's sonatas are treasures among world music works...The creative techniques of his works extend to the spiritual realm..."
The concert introduction sounded in the hall.
Qin Jian picked up his backpack and stood up.
Unlike the short stature of Little Linzel, he had to stand up to retract his legs that were blocking the narrow aisle.
"Thanks."
The girl quickly leaned over and sat on the right side of Qin Jian.
With Qin Jian's small polite words, the entire auditorium became completely silent.
"Performer Barumbo is the most famous performer active on the international stage today and a representative of the German and Austrian piano schools..."
The opening introduction of the concert is coming to an end.
Feeling the cool smell of laundry detergent coming from his side, Qin Jian turned slightly.
Their eyes met again.
With the soft light reflected on the stage in the auditorium, the tip of the girl's nose was red, and her uneven breathing was still a little hurried.
Qin Jian guessed that the other party was probably in a hurry to catch up with the opening of the concert.
Maybe it's because it's not a tense competition at this moment, or maybe it's an illusion caused by another chance encounter, or maybe it's to eliminate the silent atmosphere here.
Qin Jian spoke again.
"It is said that..."
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"Please enjoy Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 17"
The opening remarks in the hall finally ended.
Under the expectant eyes of the audience, a white-haired old man in straight clothes walked up from the side of the stage in high spirits.
His steady yet calm gait carries the gray swallowtail behind him, giving him the feeling of a gentleman.
The old man came to the center of the stage, turned around and faced the audience with a smile.
He stood there for about two or three seconds.
Then he nodded slightly, put his hands together, half-bent down to make a gesture of invitation, and bowed deeply.
"You have a good example." Qin Jian's eyes lit up and he felt that he had learned something.
"So handsome." Duan Ran on the side didn't seem to care about these details.
Suddenly, the applause became even more enthusiastic.
Under the applause, the old man sat down in front of the piano, simply loosened his cuffs, and the whole person became quiet.
He stared straight ahead, and his whole state seemed calm.
That's this moment.
Under the lights, the entire stage seemed to blend into one.
Wooden table top, piano bench, grand piano, and still old man.
Put together, it looks like a multi-angle painting.
This sudden feeling makes people feel nervous.
A feeling of suffocation before the heavy rain and wind slowly spread from the stage.
This also made the audience in the audience gradually put down their hands.
The warm yellow hall finally waited for the quietest moment.
But at this moment, the old man moved.
His chest sank slightly, his arms lifted up, and his hands seemed to move across the keyboard.
The introduction sounded.
A gentle sound of the piano sounded like a solemn and tranquil statement.
Just as the camera flickered, the music seemed to switch to anxious shouts.
The old man's vigorous body movements touched every pair of eyes in the audience at this moment.
Under the rapid and slow dialogue, and the sharp contrast and contradiction between the two tones, the dramatic atmosphere of the music gradually emerges.
As the music progresses too much, the first theme faintly emerges in the torrent of music.
‘Tempest, storm’
‘rgo – Allegro, solemn Allegro’
Qin Jian watched every move of the old man in front of the piano intently, feeling every note with dramatic sound in his ears.
"Piano Sonata No. 17", titled "The Tempest".
One of Beethoven's handed down sonatas.
The standard three-movement sonata format of the classical period.
After concentrating the simple melody in his ears, Qin Jian could feel the neatness and heaviness of the bright traditional German-Austrian piano.
After the music enters the first theme, the majestic bass and the wailing treble compete, and the symmetrical structure places the most concentrated tension in the center.
Emotions brew in the background of triplets that can never be divided equally.
Qin Jian waited with bated breath.
Waiting for something different to appear in the music.
But nothing happened next, not even a hint of metaphor was left.
"Why is this happening?"
This was indeed beyond Qin Jian's expectation.
This processing method is even different from the CDs he is familiar with and the many live performances he has listened to.
To him, it was like a drama about to break out, and suddenly all the characters in the scene disappeared.
Only a peaceful sound of the piano was left.
Qin Jian's eyes moved to the old man's facial expression again, which was also so calm.
He didn't seem to care about the subject's location or character, or even the number -
This seems to be against the 'rules'.
Qin Jian's eyes flickered. Did the first song and the first movement bring such a surprise?
This forced him to once again think of the relevant records in Uncle Pei's sonata collection in space.
The Tempest was written by Uncle Pei in 1802.
Although the sonata form at that time was not yet fully mature, the old man's writing method is very clear today.
When his apprentice Czerny promoted the sonata form to the entire European piano academic community after 1840, in fact, the sonatas belonging to the classical period had become history.
Since Czerny, sonata has been defined as a melody rhythm.
That’s about it for the records in the sonata collection.
As one of the famous interpreters of Beethoven, Barumbo does not seem to play according to the sonata-style sentiments introduced in most academic music appreciation classes today.
"This is a normative creed that leaves aside traditional theory to a certain extent."
Qin Jian gradually found an interesting discovery in the calm music, in Chris's words.
'At least this guy's playing isn't formulaic.'
In other words, is it possible that this kind of processing can lead to some kind of mastery?
Qin Jian narrowed his eyes and tried to review every detail of the music from the introduction to the theme.
But nothing special was discovered.
Every detail is full of neatness and rigor. Although his voice is simple, every time he raises his hands to take a breath is like completing an expression.
"Um?"
Qin Jian was startled.
When the music had reached the dull end of the first movement, the words conducted by Kobayashi suddenly popped into his mind.
'Every detail of Barumbo's performance is worthy of your attention, but try not to be limited to a certain phrase, and let your ears record the entire process as completely as possible.'
"Pay attention to every detail, but don't limit it to a single phrase, and record the complete process."
Conductor Kobayashi’s words seem to point to a question that every performer needs to take time to really think about.
“How do you make music whole?”
Qin Jian's eyes gradually gathered again, maybe he should add one more thing.