At this time, the vibrato of the piano in the 304 piano room gradually increased.
After the jumping chords of Qin Jian's left hand were added, the melody of the piano accompaniment became brighter and brighter.
The originally ordinary room seemed to cast a faint luster under the afternoon sun.
After the jumping chords of Qin Jian's left hand were added, the melody of the piano accompaniment became brighter and brighter.
Zhao Yu on the side nodded, silently reciting the beat, but his heart could not stop speeding up along with the music.
Although he had played with the steel plate in the CD recording many times, he still felt nervous at this moment.
For a moment, a chord with a fortissimo buzzed on the piano.
Zhao Yu's mind went blank. The index finger of his left hand that was supposed to be pressed did not fall down immediately, and he was not even ready to breathe.
In this way, the opportunity to add the flute was perfectly missed.
Qin Jian's hands suddenly stopped, turned around and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
Qin Jian pointed to the connection between piano and flute on the music score: "It's your turn, what are you doing?"
Qin Jian pointed to his ears and said, "Listen carefully, you can do it."
The fat man waved his hands and took two deep breaths, "Huh, come again."
after a short period of silence
The trill sounded again.
Chords added.
This time, the steel partner's speed was obviously slower.
Zhao Yu got rid of distracting thoughts and allowed only the sound of the piano in his mind.
"When——"
The link chord sounds again.
Zhao Yu's stomach suddenly bulged.
The next second.
Pull the corners of your mouth slightly to both sides, and a small hole will naturally appear between your lips.
The index finger of the left hand and the little finger of the right hand suddenly dropped
Abdomen strength.
A dense and thin stream of air was instantly exhaled.
The air flow passed through the mouthpiece of the mouthpiece, and the entire instrument vibrated.
“yin——————————”
A bright flute sound penetrated through the piano's ending.
Qin Jian raised his hand.
then.
A cadenza that only belongs to the flute sounded.
But this Huacai seems to be a bit different...
At the end of the flute's vibrato, Qin Jian joined in again, raising his hand to play two chords, pushing the emotion of the music forward again.
The dialogue between the flute and the piano goes in and out.
As Fatty gradually entered the state, Qin Jian also paid more attention to the music score in front of him.
He needs to lead the other person where the fat man can't see him.
As Fatty's piano accompanist, Qin Jian serves more as an artistic director.
His hands not only play an important role in setting off the atmosphere of the music performance, but also help Fatty to better integrate into the context of the work in a short period of time.
The flute reaches a high-pitched and dense treble melody.
It's just that there seems to be some deviation in the pitch of two of them.
Qin Jian immediately glanced at the section number mark.
Then adjust the strength of your hands to bring out the grainy feel of the bass melody.
But the piano gradually weakened unnoticeably, but the mood of the flute always maintained a straight line, and there was no ups and downs in the entire music.
With a sigh, Qin Jian gave up the idea of interrupting the music.
As the fat man continued.
at last.
When the last note of the flute fell, Zhao Yu slowly put down the instrument.
He seemed to be very satisfied with his performance just now, and his whole body became trembling again.
However, as soon as the piano room fell silent, Qin Jian quickly took a pen and wrote down the music score.
‘strength and weakness’
'breathing'
‘place of articulation’
‘The treble fa is too high, the treble la is too low’
....
Putting down his pen, Qin Jian handed the score to the other party.
I picked up my phone and ended the recording with a beep.
Click to play.
A burst of noisy sound came from the mobile phone player.
"Come, take a look and listen."
Qin Jian stood up and gave his seat to the other party.
ten minutes later.
The fat man looked a little ugly.
"That's not right, Brother Jian, why does the recording sound so ugly?"
.....
"First, note duration."
Qin Jian stood by the piano, and Fatty sat in front of the piano like an obedient primary school student.
"Fat man, I noticed that you have a special characteristic when playing something. Even though the music score says a long note of nine beats, you just play eight and a half beats."
"I'm not angry..." The fat man was about to stand up to retort when Qin Jian held his shoulder down.
"I'm not angry enough, I know, but this is your own problem."
"Do you insist on practicing long tone every day?"
The fat man snorted. Indeed, as the other party said, his breath problem was indeed caused by insufficient practice of basic skills.
"It's just that you can't play these twelve-beat long notes." Qin Jian paused and continued to point to a music score mark. "It's just because you don't have enough breath to play these two-beat notes for one and a half beats."
?”
This time, the fat man was completely quiet.
"I can't play the flute, but I know that we must pay special attention to every stroke written by the composer on the score."
"Even if it's just a dot," Qin Jian said, pointing to the black dot on a note again, "doesn't this require tonguing?"
"But what are you doing?"
"Self-absorbed?"
.......
"Secondly, works from the Romantic period paid more attention to the expression of emotions and images, and relatively underestimated form and structure."
"But you are too rigid."
The fat man interjected a little aggrievedly, "Brother Jian, Teacher Liu has never talked about romanticism before. He just kept asking me to speed up, speed up, speed up... And how do you know this is a work from the Romanticism period?
Have you played before...?"
"...I'll play a**"
The fat man's words made Qin Jian speechless for a moment, "Look at the upper right corner, do you see the author's name? Do you see the composition time under the author's name, 1860?"
Qin Jian scratched his head. It was indeed troublesome to talk to an art candidate.
"After you go to college, naturally someone will tell you this. Now you just remember it."
"This is a romantic fantasy, not a serious sonata. You have to let yourself go."
"However, let me remind you one more thing, letting yourself go is definitely not letting yourself go, okay?"
"Third, pitch."
"No wind instrument's pitch is absolutely accurate, so you have to adjust it with your ears while playing."
"There are some obvious high-pitched inaccuracies in the recording. Please pay attention to it later."
"Fourth, coordination with piano accompaniment..."
.......
Twenty minutes later.
Qin Jian's throat was already a little on fire.
"That's all for now, let's practice the piano."
"I'm here with you."
The fat man looked at Qin Jian again not with admiration, but with fear, "Qin Jian, it's a shame that you don't become a teacher..."
"Okay, don't be poor, start quickly, time is running out, there are more problems to deal with later."
.......
After Qin Jian's sharp instruction, the fat man obediently went to the corner and started practicing in front of the music stand.
Listening to the fat man behind him who was gradually entering his state, Qin Jian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fatty quickly corrected some of the problems he pointed out.
As Qin Jian knew in his heart, fat people have always been talented.
The reason why my professional level has never improved is firstly because I am lazy, and secondly because I never seem to have met a good professional teacher.
When learning music, a good starting teacher is very important.
If Fatty is determined to continue on this path, the road ahead will be long and slow.