Many music seasons have some quirks, or we can't call them quirks, we can call them 'hobbies'.
Gould, who is world-famous for his Goldberg Variations, was as famous for his mysophobia as Bach, who loved to play the piano while sitting on a homemade low wooden chair.
The old piano king Horowitz often ran backstage after a concert to lose his temper over his favorite colorful floral shirts, which helped him stabilize his mood.
The famous black pianist Donny George likes to hold a cigar in his mouth when playing Chopin's music. He believes that it helps his finger muscles focus on facing the complicated notes on the score.
Looking back, it is not difficult to find that this phenomenon existed several and a half years ago.
Chopin was famously keen on collecting expensive pianos, but he never did so for the purpose of playing them.
Beethoven never allowed anyone near his piano, anyone.
Mozart could not help meowing like a cat when he was excited at a concert, and later generations concluded that this was how the "Cat Duet" was born.
Situations like this abound.
Perhaps because they represent the essence of music from all eras and are noticed by people, some irrelevant things are magnified by the eyes of commentators and then passed down.
But it is undeniable that everyone is talking about such things.
Let me ask a musician, aside from the musician's profile picture, how is he remembered?
Mysophobia, collecting fetish, transvestite, heavy smoking, meowing like a cat?
So gradually, people have some subjective assumptions about musicians, but these assumptions are just a kind of good-natured approach.
This is enough to show that music is great.
After Old Porter left with the DG staff and Blitz, Qin Jian and another staff member were left in the hall.
This staff member is an accompanying translator provided by DG Company for Qin Jian. After Qin Jian signs the contract, Old Porter will go about his own business.
This time, Liao Linjun was supposed to help Qin Jian discuss the contract issue, but Liao Linjun couldn't leave, so she entrusted Old Bert to help her complete the work.
Qin Jian slowly walked around the pianos, as if visiting a piano museum.
He walked to a rather strange-shaped retro grand piano and stopped.
This grand piano seems to have no clothes on, the entire internal structure is exposed, and the strings are shiny and shiny.
"This piano is very interesting." Qin Jian said, gently pressing a high note.
"Buzzing."
A faint high-pitched sound sounded, and Qin Jian suddenly felt strange. He turned to look at the male translator on the side: "Aren't these strings made of low-carbon steel wire?"
"Sorry sir, I don't understand this." The young translator apologized, "But you can go around to the back and have a look."
As they talked, the two came to the other side of the piano body. There was a small sign above the piano legs.
There is a long line of small characters on the sign.
"What do you mean?" Qin Jian asked.
The translator looked at it and said: "This is a nylon-string piano customized by Verbainer Company for Liszt in 1875..."
"....Abandoning alloy materials greatly improves the elasticity and toughness of the strings..."
That’s why.
Qin Jian nodded, "Thank you."
As she spoke, she touched the sound of a piano and walked towards the next piano.
Under the tireless interpretation of the translator, Qin Jian probably understood that the pianos in this hall not only include modern pianos, but also some antiques, as well as some imitations with period characteristics.
Twenty minutes later.
Qin Jian sighed: "I guess you have the most complete range of pianos in the world."
The translator smiled and said nothing.
It was almost done, and Qin Jian already had a plan in his mind. He chose two pianos for the recording of this album.
A custom-made D-type concert grand piano made by Steinway is used to complete concerto repertoire with the orchestra, which pianists all over the world can agree on.
The other one was a vintage harpsichord, such as K545, and he planned to use this instrument to complete sonatas. He heard a sound similar to the background piano sound in the first chapter of Amadeus.
He wanted to give it a try.
"Let's go back, I think I can give it a try."
"Okay sir."
"You can just call me Qin Jian, what do you call me..."
Just as the two turned to leave, Qin Jian's eyes suddenly fell on a black grand piano in the corner.
His eyes couldn't help but froze, his pupils shrank violently, and his hands trembled slightly.
"Your name is very interesting. My name is Paul." The translator smiled and was about to say something when he found the figure beside him walking towards the step piano in the corner.
"Mr. Qin Jian?" Paul gently called Qin Jian's name.
Seeing that Qin Jian didn't respond, he smiled and followed him. Every pianist who came here seemed to have some special interest in that piano. This was probably a common problem among them.
It was indeed an exquisite and exquisite piano, as Paul himself admitted.
Under the soft light, the outer body of the piano board has simple lines and strange carvings, which looks like a great wooden carving. The old and yellowed white keys and the eerie and gloomy black keys are intertwined, making people understand clearly.
The gorgeous carving in front of you is a real piano.
The room was not so hot that it made people sweat on their foreheads, but there were already drops of sweat on Qin Jian's chin.
He stopped in front of the piano and did not come forward for a long time.
"This must be just a coincidence."
Qin Jian closed his eyes and shook his head.
Breathing deeply in the darkness.
Three seconds later.
He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was still the exquisite carvings and strange lines.
Breathing heavily, he tried his best to calm down his intense emotions.
"Mr. Qin Jian."
Hearing the voice behind him, Qin Jian became alert. His left hand subconsciously retracted into his cuff, and the sleeve covered the pattern on his left hand.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" When he came to Qin Jian's side, Paul noticed something strange about him and asked with concern, "Do you need a rest?"
Qin Jian's throat twitched, and he took a deep breath again, "It's okay Paul, I'm just a little tired just getting off the plane, thank you."
"Are you anemic?" Looking at Qin Jian's pale face, Paul was still a little worried, "Why don't you come here today? I suggest you go back and have a rest. Commander Savier will arrive in a while, and Blitz and I will explain to him.
, that is a kind old man."
"I'm a little anemic," Qin Jian forced a smile, "but I have no problem, thank you."
As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the piano in front of him.
Although he could not see the whole piano clearly with his sight, the texture of the piano's body was very familiar to him.
Too familiar.
In countless dreams, he was sitting in front of such a piano and playing.
"There may be a redbud carving on the back of the piano board."
Qin Jian thought and slowly walked behind Qin.
Looking at the pattern of the leaves and stems of the redbud flower in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but move to the small sign next to the petals.
There is only one short line of characters above.
He can not understand.
At this time, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Paul, what language is this?" he asked.
"It's Florentine."
moment.
"What does it say?"
...
...
As Paul's voice fell again, there was a bang, and Qin Jian's mind went blank.
The next second.
His left hand slowly and sluggishly slipped out of his cuff.