If Qin Jian asks what his voice is like, he can give many answers.
Because he is good at changing different sounds in different works, Mozart's clarity, Beethoven's gravity, Rachmaninoff's melancholy, and even a few months ago he reproduced many Chopin score sounds.
There is one thing in common behind each of these voices, that is, they are all Qin Jian's voices.
Even if it is an imitation, Qin Jian's unique processing skills are involved. Not everyone can make a fake look like the real thing.
This is definitely a superb ability.
But no matter what, these sounds are based on modern piano performance, and the only difference in sound is Mozart, Chopin, and Beethoven.
This time, the carrier of the performance changed from the modern piano to the clavichord. Once again, Qin Jian rethought the issue of sound. Qin Jian’s starting point could not simply be based on different composers.
Of course, this does not mean that playing any composer's works on the fortepiano is the same.
Now it is not only the question of the second stage - what is the sound of the player "Qin Jian", but the third stage is 'what is the sound of Chopin.'
During the process of thinking, Qin Jian played through all the major and minor scales and arpeggios on the small brown.
After basic warm-up techniques, Qin Jian decided to start down-to-earth and look for his sound on this piano based on the sound range that this piano can provide.
Before this unknown sound-seeking journey, he arranged a clue for himself.
He planned to use the third movement of k491 as a guide, because it is his most confident work so far.
Slowly, he closed his eyes.
The prelude of timpani and strings playing in unison first appeared in his mind, and he sang along with it in his heart. He raised his hand when the piano melody was about to join.
Without looking at the keyboard, he pressed his fingers.
The piano melody of the third movement of K491 sounded in the small room at the right time.
Without the various conveniences brought by modern pianos, Qin Jian could only perform within the performance range of the small brown. Although he was mentally prepared, the many auditory discomforts at this time still made him feel uncomfortable.
Know what you are doing.
Forcibly combing through the music, he carefully experienced his own performance during the performance.
In a slow and soft musical phrase, Qin Jian stirred up his emotions and wanted to interpret this phrase with a compassionate emotion. But when the whole sentence ended, he could only say that the too soft chords in his left hand were not reacting slowly.
The bass range of the singer shows a progressive sense of excessive harmonic changes, so without making a good expression with his left hand, his right-hand melody played with staccato sounds particularly abrupt.
After all, situations similar to this can be found everywhere.
It cannot be said that this will end in failure. Qin Jian's self-comfort is: "This shows that my k491 still has a lot of space."
When every process that had been integrated into his blood was played on the clavichord transplanted from a modern piano, he discovered that the k491 he was playing was so strange to him.
The gratifying thing is that because he was fully prepared, this time he played completely within the range of Xiao Brown's voice, and there was no sudden outburst.
Overall score - "The third movement of K491 played on the harpsichord."
This is the evaluation given by Qin Jian.
There was no rest, and the second time started immediately.
Having learned his lesson, Qin Jian no longer attaches too much emotion to the expressiveness of music, but instead focuses his attention on simple notes.
After the second time, he felt a little more comfortable.
There can be no strong disappointment without high expectations.
The third time, he continued to delete the music.
The fourth time, he just played the notes.
...
On the eighth pass, Qin Jian gave up even the basic musical structure and only listened to the sound.
It is said that true knowledge comes from practice. By the tenth time, Qin Jian was gradually able to find some good sound feelings from some of the fragments he played.
This feeling is very strange, completely different from what he can play on a modern piano, but he just thinks it sounds good.
He couldn't even adapt to the fact that this was his own k491.
It was as if he was looking at a handsome young man named Qin Jian from a third-person perspective, who was repeatedly playing Mozart's K491 on a fortepiano.
"Hey, the theme performance this time is pretty good."
"Hey, the cadenza this time is very Mozart."
Unknowingly, the time came to half past two in the afternoon. Liao Linjun came over halfway. She wanted to ask Qin Jian why he didn't go to dinner and bring him something to eat, but she stood at the door and listened to what was coming from the room for a while.
After Mozart, he picked up his things and left again.
When leaving, the smile on Liao Linjun's face was obvious, or she felt that Qin Jian did not deserve to have lunch today.
In short, Qin Jian is not competing with anyone. The more he plays, the more comfortable and smooth he becomes. He never wants to lift his buttocks.
Little Brown seemed to have a kind of magic power today. At three o'clock, Qin Jian looked at his mobile phone and thought that he would go to dinner in half an hour. At four o'clock, he thought that we would talk about dinner.
It was almost dinner time, Qin Jian thought about it.
"One last time."
After k491 played the last time, he was forced to leave.
My stomach is not dry anymore.
During dinner, Liao Linjun asked him how his harvest was today, and Qin Jian replied that it was okay.
Although he didn't find his own voice on the Little Brown, he started to like the k491 he played on the Little Brown since the afternoon.
There is no sense of picture, just playing the melody on the little brown.
This was something he had never experienced since he played Mozart - putting aside everything about Mozart and playing Mozart.
A different kind of experience.
After dinner, Qin Jian went to the beach and took a walk alone. Recently, he fell in love with the feeling of being alone at the beach.
The gentle sea breeze always sweeps away his fatigue.
Lying on the beach and looking at the starry night sky, Qin Jian always felt that the stars were approaching him one after another, and then suddenly disappeared in an instant.
This feels amazing.
Like notes evaporating momentarily one after another.
"really not bad."
...
After a reasonable amount of relaxation, Qin Jian returned to the room and called He Jing again. Tomorrow was the opponent's final day. Although he was not present, he must not miss out on the necessary care.
After hanging up the phone, he called Fang Zongyao. After all, Fang Zongyao had also entered the finals, and he sent the same blessings.
From the bottom of his heart, Qin Jian hopes that both He Jing and Fang Zongyao will perform at their best. As for who can win the judges' final favor, it all depends on God's will.
What’s more, there is a boss-like ‘Purple Eyed Matilda’.
"It can be predicted that the New York Philharmonic Hall tomorrow will be very lively."
After the two phone calls ended, Qin Jian started translating the documents.
His second phase of questions will continue tomorrow.
Tomorrow he plans to continue to ravage the little brown.