488. Chopin Competition: The Two Ends of War and Beauty
Argerich, a name that represents dreams.
Sister, genius, goddess, piano queen, piano high priestess, male god harvester, one of the greatest female pianists...
Among these countless titles, there is no title that can fully summarize this amazing woman.
This woman who came into the world with a princess script, with God-given beauty and talent, seems to have been born with the purpose of sweeping the international piano world in the second half of the 20th century and capturing the hearts of many piano gods.
Born in Buenos Aires in 1941, she learned piano at the age of three, gave concerts at the age of eight, and went to Austria to study with Gurda at the age of thirteen. Not long after she arrived in Europe, she performed at the same time in July 1957.
Won two piano competition championships in Busoni and Geneva.
After that, I got a lot of awards and my concert schedule became tighter and tighter.
When her glorious life was about to begin, she suddenly suffered from depression and decided to drop everything and bid farewell to the stage.
This made the entire piano world sigh.
But one day after three years of silence, she appeared again at the 7th Chopin Competition. Argerich, who came back with a humble attitude, won this competition and the championship in one fell swoop.
Award for Best Waltz and Mazurka.
From becoming popular to retiring, from coming back to becoming famous again, Argerich was only twenty-four years old this year.
As a rare female pianist of that era, Argerich did not show weakness as a woman, nor did she aim to catch up with male pianists.
She just played herself instinctively, and ultimately left the world with a shadow beyond her reach.
However, this great piano priestess is still active on the world stage.
Perhaps this is the reason why countless piano players and women give her the greatest respect and admiration.
Duan Ran is one of my sister’s little fans, and her Chopin recording is also her favorite.
'What Argerich said - that's right.' Duan Ran thought about this sentence. She seemed to understand what the other party meant, but she was not clear about the other party's motive.
"Are you imitating Sister?" Duan Ran had heard of many imitators of Sister, but this was the first time he was shocked.
Qin Jian nodded helplessly, "Argerich is almost the most difficult one to imitate among the past ten champions."
Duan Ran nodded in affirmation.
From the perspective of her hearing, although Qin Jian's imitation of Sister's Riptide has reached the point where it can be mistaken for real, there is still a little bit missing.
A little something she couldn't put her finger on.
"I still can't grasp the message she wants to convey in her music." Qin Jian sighed, picked up a few rice noodles with chopsticks and fed them to his mouth, "According to her processing, I can clearly distinguish several changes in her intensity.
Currently, I can play with an error of no more than 5 decibels for each note, but the recording effect is not ideal compared to her."
“For example, in measures 42 to 44, referring to Jan Ekier’s revised musical score recommended by the organizing committee over the years, these three measures respectively use three ‘crescendo + weaken’ olive-shaped intensity expressions, indicating an emotional tendency.”
"She uses the same finger movements to process the timbre and the same intensity to push the melody, but what she interprets is more like an upward struggle. What I interpret is more like a downward undercurrent."
"I've recorded this section no less than thirty times, and the result is always the same."
Qin Jian stopped here and said with a smile: "Isn't it interesting?"
Duan Ran's expression seemed to feel that Qin Jian was not talking about something interesting. After listening to Qin Jian's words, she felt a little worried. She had never thought that there was such a link in Qin Jian's preparations for war.
In her impression, all of Qin Jian's works, whether in competition or on other stages, are full of strong personal labels.
Beethoven, Mozart, Rach, and that one Chris, each side is different, and each side exudes its own brilliance.
He has always been playing with his own understanding.
But.
"Why do you want to imitate others this time?"
Duan Ran's question made Qin Jian's left hand stop in mid-air, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The red oil soup dripped into the lunch box along with the rice noodles picked up by the chopsticks.
A brief silence.
Qin Jian sniffed again.
Looked up.
His complicated eyes looked like Duan Ran's, and he saw the worry in Duan Ran's eyes.
The warm atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to be changing, making people gradually feel depressed.
But only for a moment.
Qin Jian smiled slightly and tasted the rice noodles in his mouth.
"How should I put it? Well, you can understand this as an attempt."
Chewing, he added gently: "I understand what you mean, don't worry."
Is it just an attempt? Duan Ran murmured in her heart, the complexity in Qin Jian's eyes just now was something she had never seen before.
What the other person said later did not completely dispel her concerns.
"Don't be stunned, eat quickly. If you can't eat, I can help you~"
"Well--"
Duan Ran came back to his senses and saw that Qin Jian's chopsticks had reached into his bowl.
"Ah! Don't grab my rice noodles!!"
...
After the meal, Qin Jian walked into the bathroom with his pajamas and took a shower.
If Duan Ran sat in front of the piano, she would have to seize the time to play the piano.
In the next fifteen minutes, Duan Ran did not play a complete piece like Qin Jian did. It sounded more like playing here and there.
"There are almost 6 octaves in this second."
"Duan Ran's left hand strength has improved again."
Thinking of this, Qin Jian unconsciously associated the picture with a certain picture, and before he knew it, in the vast mist, he raised the flag to salute again.
Qin Jian simply opened the bathroom door openly and openly, listening and sighing while washing his hair with one hand and brushing his teeth with the other.
The scene is as real as his mood at the moment when his eyes accidentally moved to the toilet paper basket.
"this..."
Looking at the bright red stained white tissue paper in the white paper basket, Qin Jian felt his heart skip a beat.
Then, I felt a little more relaxed.
"call--"
After taking a deep breath, Qin Jian put on his pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
Duan Ran, who was in front of the piano, stopped when he saw Qin Jian coming out.
The two of them were nearly ten meters apart, you looked at me and I looked at you.
The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window has already set. The neon lights outside the window and the dim light in front of the bed seem to give two options.
"Going out for a walk?" Qin Jian spoke first.
Unexpectedly, before Qin Jian finished speaking, Duan Ran walked to the bed in two steps, jumped up and occupied the position on the left side of the big bed, and then quickly got into bed.
Only a small head was exposed, he blinked and answered Qin Jian's question with practical actions.
"Okay~"
Qin Jian took off his pajamas top, revealing his well-decorated and strong upper body.
Walk towards the bed.
Although this scene often happened in Salzburg, it was still winter at that time, and the cabin was not very warm. Besides, Qin Jian also had a close-fitting warm clothes at that time.
But now... Although Duan Ran thought it was nothing, he still felt a little bit... a little panicked when he saw this scene.
Qin Jian casually threw his pajamas on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed.
This time Duan Ran sat down, he became even more panicked.