Chapter 173 The Four Parts of Porter and Bach [Part 2]
Old Porter didn't play anyone's part. He was probably just talking and suddenly had nothing to say or he should do something else. For a music historian born in Europe, instinctively
Playing a Bach part on the piano seems as easy and natural as taking a breath.
Although the concept of Baroque time is too broad, we must explore their unified characteristics according to the various cultural tendencies of that era.
Perhaps it was the growing influence of the Counter-Reformation, perhaps the consolidation of the monarchy, or perhaps the impact of scientific development and exploration of the earth.
In short, in terms of influence on art, these more or less played a certain role in promoting the music that appeared in the Baroque period.
Therefore, there must be an intimate relationship between the volume of thought and expression on the piano, just like what Qin Jian saw at this time.
Every move of Old Porter's hands and arms was highly consistent with the concept of the notes played under his ten fingers.
Qin Jian's eyes flickered. There didn't seem to be much emotion in the music, but it didn't sound like the digital Bach that the outside world had been discussing. What he heard was the church choir, bumping on the cobblestone path.
The carriage is the picking festival in May and a bonfire without modern civilization.
"It's harmony."
Qin Jian didn't know where all this in his mind came from, but this was something he had never thought about.
Gradually, Qin Jian seemed to feel that he was approaching a huge thing, and he had already seen a corner of it.
At this appropriate distance, the music started to sound.
"Isn't there bravo?"
Old Porter applauded himself in front of the piano.
"The uncle is the uncle." Qin Jian chuckled and clapped his hands.
Duan Ran was also very excited. This kind of Bach was also new to her.
"Any music needs a sense of design, but it needs to find the right direction"
As he spoke, Old Porter took off the piano cover and stood up. His expression suddenly became serious.
"Maybe my thoughts are biased."
a long time.
The seriousness on Old Potter's face flashed away, and a joking smile appeared again.
"But I'm already on my way, Jian."
"Okay, I've booked three tickets for the concert tonight. We'll leave on time at seven o'clock."
"The time now is left to you, remember the speed and timeline."
...
The stairway door to the second floor was open, and only Qin Jian and his wife were left in front of the piano in the hall. Listening to the sound of glass bottles banging from downstairs, Qin Jian knew that the old man had returned to his essential position.
"Qin Jian."
"Um?"
"I think I experienced that feeling, that kind of coordination between speed and voice."
"Tell me."
"I can't tell. Let's try it now, shall we?"
"good."
Qin Jian raised his hands and placed them on the piano, followed by Duan Ran.
Not long after, Duan Ran raised his hand and lowered his finger, and the two began to play.
This time, the single melody of Duan Ran's first part continued smoothly.
But as Qin Jian's second voice entered secretly, both of them seemed to feel that the collision of the two melodies was different again.
The third voice...
The fourth voice...
...
Judging from the single picture, Qin Jian's expression at this moment is dull. If you pay careful attention, the ups and downs of his arms have obviously changed compared with before, and they are no longer raised and lowered.
Duan Ran was still biting her lower lip slightly, her eyes still wandering between the music score and her hands. But her body was rising and falling more than before, as if she was filled with a positive emotion.
The personality of the high-pitched melody gradually came to the fore, like a dewdrop under the sun in a gloomy minor tune, exuding various colors.
Full of vitality.
Qin Jian didn't feel that the balance of the sound was broken by this. In order to make the music sound more harmonious, he lowered the volume again. However, the balanced flow under Chopin's hand position brought a continuous smoothness to the bass part without weakening it at all.
Gradually, the counterpoint of the four parts became more and more blurred under the highly consistent performance, and in the end it even blurred to a balanced clarity.
...
First floor.
Porter was sitting at the bar holding the bar, enjoying the afternoon sunshine.
He never believed that he had a Bach complex, but during the sixteen years of sojourn, he always tried to find Bach's footprints in any corner of the world.
"Bach's music should not belong to any one limited time and place."
Gradually, Old Porter became a little sleepy, and before he knew it, he slowly fell asleep amidst the sound of the piano coming from the second floor.
The sixty-five-year-old man also feels a little tired from his recent continuous cross-country travel.
.......
Time passed quietly.
Practice over and over again, conversations again and again, everything happens in front of the piano on the second floor.
Of course, there are also disputes here, such as whether the volume of a treble vibrato should be louder or smaller. Qin Jian believes that a smaller volume will make the sound balance sound more balanced, while Duan Ran always insists that a louder volume will make the bass sound more powerful.
Space to adjust statement motivation.
In this process, Duan Ran's stubborn side also emerged.
But in the end, Duan Ran's persistence won, because Qin Jian felt that it wouldn't hurt to listen to women's truth occasionally.
18:30.
"Is it over?"
"The end is over."
After the practice, Duan Ran went back to the room directly.
Qin Jian washed his hair and woke up the sleeping bartender.
18:45.
On the first floor, an old man and a young man were chatting, and Qin Jian was still looking forward to the concert he was going to attend later.
"Believe me, tonight's performance will surprise you."
“If it doesn’t sound good, can I refund the ticket?”
"That's probably difficult."
Just talking.
The sound of "ding, dong, dong" coming down the stairs came from the second floor.
Qin Jian looked over, "..."
Judging from Duan Ran's makeup, it is obvious that it has been carefully modified, and her facial features, which were originally full of alienation, have become much softer now.
Under the dark green cashmere jacket is a tight black sweater, which cleverly highlights the girl's unique figure. Under the light-colored high-waist plaid skirt, black leggings wrap a pair of slender legs. A pair of simple black
The small leather shoes bring a campus feel.
Duan Ran's legs were long. Qin Jian paid special attention to Duan Ran's long legs when they first met at Yuefu Music Store...
And this is also the first time in Qin Jian's memory that Duan Ran wears a skirt besides a dress skirt.
Maturity is still mixed with a hint of youth...
For a moment, the picture was full of feeling.
"Oh~ dear Duan, you tonight——"
Before Old Porter could finish speaking, Qin Jian hurriedly grabbed the old man beside him who was about to move: "Okay, okay, sir, let's go."
Qin Jian's eyes finally avoided Duan Ran, he hugged Old Porter and walked towards the door. He still had a fresh memory of the image of the old bartender walking among the flowers last Christmas.
Looking at the equally tall figures of an old man and a young man, Duan Ran's eyes finally fell on Qin Jian's back, with an imperceptible hint of cunning at the corner of his mouth, and then he quickly followed Qin Jian's side.