592. The formula of the counterpoint method is difficult for Qin Jian
August 1st.
At 10:17 a.m. Bergen time, Qin Jian couldn't sleep anymore after hanging up the phone from Fang Zongyao, even though he practiced piano until midnight last night
It has probably been going on for about a week. After finishing the harmony class in the evening, Qin Jian will continue to go back to the piano room to practice the piano. Sometimes he will practice until midnight, and sometimes he will practice until three in the morning.
He practiced much later last night, and he came out of the piano room at dawn. When he returned to the house and passed by Old Harlem's door, Old Harlem was already waiting for the sunrise on the recliner, and the two of them said good morning to each other.
He went back to the house and went to bed, but he was too excited to fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could hear the mixed sound of piano and clavichord. All the notes, timing, articulation, rhythm, and dynamic marks of Chopin were recorded in various counterpoints.
The way with harmony appeared before his eyes.
He finally fell asleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the phone next to his pillow came.
I can understand the feeling of good friends sharing their joy.
“The weather is nice today~”
Unable to even breathe out, Qin Jian looked out the window tiredly, trying to use words to hint that he should cheer up.
After getting up from the bed, he sent Duan Ran a message. He washed his face and went out.
On the way to the piano room, the entire courtyard was unusually quiet. I didn't even hear the sound of Ido's piano. Qin Jian guessed that Ido had gone to the market with them.
Today is the rest day of the piano workshop, and the workers do not have to go to work. Liao Linjun, the old bartender and others went to Bergen early in the morning to go to the market. Last night, Liao Linjun asked Qin Jian if he wanted to come with him, but Qin Jian refused. The reason was
He wanted to have a good sleep.
Although I didn't get a good night's sleep, it was still a pleasure to start today's practice early.
Pushing open the door of the piano room, Qin Jian sat directly in front of little gray next to little brown, raised his hand and practiced the slow scales.
Little Gray was moved here half a month ago. At that time, Qin Jian felt that he had completely hollowed out Little Brown, so he had a new love, Little Gray.
Little Gray's voice is light and jingling, more like the sound of a plucked string instrument. It's playful and has a dreamy feel to a music box.
It can also give the player better responsiveness in terms of fast finger movement, except for the too sharp high-pitched area that is difficult to tame.
Under the guidance of two clavichords and three teachers, it can be said that Qin Jian has made rapid progress this month.
Especially in terms of horizontal music, old Assad’s insight into counterpoint and the old bartender’s profound knowledge of harmony.
The combination of the two made Qin Jian's observation of music scores more comprehensive. He no longer had to linger on the surface of the music without being able to go deep into it.
Now he can truly analyze Chopin's writing motivation from the perspective of counterpoint, and return to the romantic ideas of the 19th century from the perspective of harmony development.
Combined with his previous accumulation over a long period of time, through the cyclical process of reflection-practice-summarization-reflection again, he took the initiative to think about when music began to overly describe life, love, and nature.
It becomes an expression of thoughts.
This change can be felt from his piano sound at this time. His piano sound is no longer gorgeous and unremarkable, and it no longer resembles a high-end work of art.
The scales he plays casually make people sound like those played by an ordinary piano lover at first glance. Occasionally, there will be a sense that the intensity is not clear enough, but it will make your listening experience extremely comfortable.
This is a kind of transformation. He experienced the same transformation at the finals of the Mozart Piano Competition, but it was different from that time. What he realized that time was the spiritual connotation of Mozart's music. This time he realized
It's a way of thinking.
In the past, he was obsessed with how to interpret each sound perfectly, but now his eyes have been set on a sentence.
If the choice of words and sentences is just for the sake of beauty and beauty, then can the sentences with beauty really move people's hearts?
Playing and composing seem to be the same in this respect.
Some composers are gorgeous for the sake of being gorgeous. They use extremely gorgeous writing skills to write popular melodies.
Some composers express their thoughts in a profound and bitter tone to express their feelings about the world.
In Qin Jian's opinion, the great thing about Chopin is that he neither belongs to the former nor the latter.
He used the most gorgeous language to write down the most ignorant love, the most sleepless homesickness, the most miserable exile, and the hottest national feelings.
"Chopin's voice is probably what he wanted to say."
"Um."
"That makes sense."
"Because his words were so beautiful, he became a piano poet."
This was Qin Jian’s realization while sitting on a rock by the seaside after finishing his practice at midnight one morning.
Guided by this simple clue, he tried to analyze each of Chopin's works from a comprehensive perspective and search for each of Chopin's expressions.
The effects of every harmony and every counterpoint are the focus of his focused prying eyes.
With analysis, there will naturally be attempts.
The result of the attempt gave him a feeling of ‘that’s it’.
He didn't even ask for other people's opinions and directly made his own judgment.
"This may be some kind of Chopin's voice."
Just like the scale he was pointing at at this time, he was trying to play it with a Chopin sound.
The bright C major key was playing the good weather at the moment, and the sharp little gray voice became softer under the pressure of his fingertips. It was just like the morning sun, bright but not so dazzling.
The slow speed of the melancholy F minor arpeggio reflects his physical exhaustion while playing, and the feminine beauty can also be reflected in the tinkling of the bells.
The frenetic octave chromatic scale is full of intensity, which is the result of the strength of his arms, and seems to foreshadow his mental excitement.
There is no rule stating that sounds directed towards Chopin can only exist in Chopin works with or without Chopin titles.
Qin Jian felt that Chopin's voice could also be a scale.
He imagined that Chopin himself was expressing himself in the bright weather by playing in a state of exhaustion and excitement.
This is an interesting process in his opinion, and he will continue to experience a series of Chopin's works in this process.
This process will also be the beginning of a new stage for Qin Jian. Of course, this does not mean that Qin Jian has completely found Chopin's voice. He has a hunch that what he feels is only part of it.
But at this stage, he knew he couldn't go any deeper.
The Chopin Competition is just one stop in his life. At this time, he will not push himself to reach a certain level before the main competition begins.
He wants to win, so he must first overcome his own desires.