302. Misunderstandings have Sanyiqin, one book and one sigh
After several struggles, Qin Jian gave up the urge to take out a bottle from the wine cabinet.
He stood up and walked towards the grand piano in the corner.
"Tsk tsk"
What a great Steinway triangle here has turned into a place to store sundries.
Qin Jian bent down and blew on the piano gently, "b211."
"The seven-foot concert piano."
"Do opera people have any misunderstandings about pianos?"
"luxury."
The closed piano board was covered with a thick layer of dust, and several trophies and certificates of honor were placed messily on it.
The most outrageous thing is that there is still half a bottle of red wine that has not been finished.
This is probably the most hygienic place in the whole room.
Qin Jian carefully opened the piano cover, gently pressed a set of chords, and then frowned.
"Ding ding~~"
A harsh and discordant sound suddenly filled the entire room.
This is no longer a simple problem of out of tune strings. It must be in a major key, otherwise the piano cannot be played.
After the military training is over, I have to take a day to tune this piano.
I estimate that the piano in the piano room cannot be better than this one.
After basically understanding the situation here, Qin Jian looked at his phone and saw that it was not yet eight o'clock.
Thinking that there was nothing to do after returning so early, he casually pulled out a book from the pile.
""Misunderstanding About Opera"."
The title of the book is good. Seeing the last two characters of the author's name, Qin Jian realized that this book was most likely written by a Russian.
"Ski."
But what’s interesting is that the translator on the side wrote “Li Shuang.”
This completely aroused his desire to read.
Before returning to the bar, Qin Jian hesitantly opened the refrigerator compartment, and a row of canned beers came into view.
moment.
"Thank you, senior brother and sister."
Drinking a cold and refreshing beer, Qin Jian lay on the bar and started reading.
Prologue.
"The genre of opera was a misunderstanding from the beginning."
Interesting insights.
"The wave of the Renaissance swept across Europe. It was not until the field of art and literature had achieved fruitful results that music just woke up from a dream."
"A group of literati and wise men gathered at the home of the nobleman Bardi in Florence to discuss the grand project of reviving ancient Greek drama."
"They determined that in ancient Greek tragedies, music must play an important role and run through the development of the plot."
"But the troublesome thing is that music is not like literature and art, which have a large number of written records and physical objects passed down to future generations. There is no recording equipment and no notation."
"There is no copy, so I have to forge it."
"With a passion and impulse, these literati claimed that music should be like the tragedies of ancient Greece, stepping onto the stage, directly participating in the development and conflicts of the drama, and arousing strong emotions in the audience with natural vocal singing."
"Only by doing this can we faithfully inherit and revive the spirit of ancient Greek tragedy."
"This group of literati musicians thought that the combination of music and drama they imagined was a recreation of ancient Greek tragedy, but they never thought that it would actually lead to the birth of a new art species - opera."
"This is a misunderstanding."
I see.
Qin Jian knew something about the origin of opera. It did appear in Florence around 1600 and originated from the theater music of ancient Greek dramas.
Now it seems that although one cannot just listen to one family's words, the unintentional taste between the lines is indeed in line with the background of that era.
Qin Jian continued reading.
"Misunderstanding No. 2."
"When opera was born, it was originally intended to be an 'elegant' humanistic art for aristocratic circles to appreciate. It was based on mythology, and the music was intended to express the tortuous and beautiful artistic conception of poetry."
"Unexpectedly, this thing later developed into the predecessor of mass entertainment in Western culture."
"The pattern cleverly uses the beautiful singing voice of Italy. Not only the nobles like it, but also the common people, especially the businessmen and the middle class, are also artful."
"Since the world's first public opera house was built in Venice, anyone who is willing to pay can go to the opera house and enjoy it."
It is certainly a good thing for art to reach the common people.
Qin Jian took a sip of wine and felt comfortable.
"But everything has two sides. As more and more people watch operas, the musical quality and artistic judges of the opera repertoire are also greatly reduced."
"There are many people buying tickets to watch the theater, and the supply exceeds demand. The creations are naturally crude and crude. It is not impossible for a fast writer to produce an opera in a few weeks, and craftsmen with low artistic requirements and skilled craftsmen can do it.
Just."
This sounds a bit like a slobbery song in the domestic pop music scene.
Demand determines the market, and this is true both at home and abroad.
"This seemingly mindless writing habit is the specialty of Italian composers. Rossini, Sammartini and others still maintain this tradition."
"This makes the Germans, who racked their brains and thought so much in their creations like Beethoven, despise and at the same time feel extremely jealous."
Hahahaha, I feel sorry for Uncle Bei for a second.
""If you write fast, of course you won't write well, but the probability of clichés and nonsense is indeed higher."
"When the development of opera falls into repetitive 'routines', the dramatic conflicts and character emotions in the story itself are no longer the focus of the public."
"After a busy day, people go to the opera house in the evening for no other reason than to have fun and seek some sensory pleasure and stimulation."
This paragraph is a bit like commenting on today’s online novel phenomenon.
I opened the app just to relax. Author, what are you writing about?
Ancient routines, bloody plot, rough writing, and unstable updates.
That's enough.
"As a result, arias developed rapidly. No matter what the plot is, as long as there is a good tune."
So can we understand the aria as an idea?
Qin Jian picked up the can again.
Gudu.
"Even in order to attract attention, there have been castrati singers who pretend to be women. In order to become famous and make money, they will not hesitate to go against nature and support the alluring coloratura skills of women with a masculine atmosphere."
this...
"So for a long time after that, few knowledgeable literati had anything good to say about the opera."
No wonder Gluck, "the aforementioned student of Sammartini," wanted to reform opera, and Wagner, "the great master of German music after Beethoven," scorned the previous opera tradition.
There is indeed inevitability in this.
From this point of view, it is indeed a bit misunderstood to regard the development of opera as a symbol of the height of a country's musical art.
According to this statement, the development of opera is a bit like today's movies.
Big production, high output, but truly meaningful masterpieces are rare.
But he has no interest in movies, nor does he care about them.
For Qin Jian, having time to practice piano and listen to music is more affordable than watching movies.
Returning to opera, it is a completely foreign product for Chinese people. The first problem encountered when watching it is the language barrier. Once it is sung in a translated language, it is almost impossible to listen to it.
Major theaters in China rehearse countless opera repertoires every year, but how many of them actually listen to art instead of being arty?
The road to developing opera in China is long and arduous.
With a long sigh, Qin Jian raised his head and drank the last sip of beer in the can.
moment.
Qin Jian looked at the Queen of Night's temple and chuckled.
"Ah."
I must have drank fake wine.
"Why do I, a piano player, worry about opera?"
Another long time.
"Ah."
He shook his head mockingly.
Qin Jian closed the book in front of him.
The book is thick and the road is still long. Fortunately, I still have time.
Insert the book back into its original position.
Throwing away the empty can in his hand, he gently turned off the light.
Finally, he turned around and glanced at the Queen of the Night in the darkness.
Gently closed the door of 309.
"Click."
The Queen of the Night seems to have retreated into the temple.
Teaching and Research Section 309 suddenly fell into darkness.
In an inconspicuous corner, a red light spot is overlooking everything here.
...
This night, Qin Jian's harvest was far greater than he imagined.
The bustling and quaint campus, maybe it was a misunderstanding that he came here.
Originally it was just a task, even with some promise.
But now it has inexplicably begun to have a sense of ritual.
But I have to admit it.
Qin Jian kind of liked this feeling.
but.
...
"Uncle Mo, you are really good at causing problems."
...
The gentle evening breeze brought bursts of laughter on campus, the voice of youth.