597. The town is buzzing! Daniel's nephew is giving a concert
Nocturne in E major, not Nocturne in E flat major.
This nocturne can be said to be a work in which Qin Jian used his own ability to maximize the performance of Little Brown.
Qin Jian didn't even spend much time practicing this piece on the clavichord. He probably only went through this piece completely on Little Brown Eyes twice before.
Like the great enlightenment after experiencing a period of painful self-torture on the clavichord, when Qin Jian found the sound of the piano, his own voice, and Chopin's voice, he naturally played like this with an instinctive reaction.
A Nocturne in E major.
This is a kind of ultimate aesthetic attributed to oneself.
During the entire nocturne, the church was immersed in a frivolous atmosphere, which did not conflict with the paintings of the Virgin on the wall.
The sound waves are like bells with delicate edges and corners, tinkling back and forth inside the inner view, spreading from the inside out, and the light reverberation penetrates into the vibrating sounds around.
The tones of the phonological ink are like the gentlest lover's embrace, wrapping everyone present.
Women like this tone.
A small number of them were not shy about their admiring glances at this time, trying to scan the performance in front of the piano more clearly.
Until the end of this nocturne, they gave enthusiastic applause.
Of course, their enthusiasm drove some viewers away.
When all three pieces of music in the first half were finished and Qin Jian stood up to bow, there were still about 35 spectators in the audience.
But just as he was going back to the prayer room for an intermission, several more young people came into the church.
One of the young men with a punk hairdo looked out of place with the atmosphere here.
When Qin Jian returned to the lobby after his break, he also discovered this eye-catching new entrant.
Applause rang out again.
Then the second half of the concert began.
There is only one piece in the second half, Sonata No. 2 in B flat minor, but its length is much longer than the first half.
Perhaps complex sonatas are more suitable for serious concert halls than here. Qin Jian only finished playing the first movement before several people left again.
Different from the three musical genres in the first half with shorter structures, the sonata is more dramatic and development-oriented.
The performer needs to make a performance design within a cycle. The performance will slowly heat up within the design framework, continue to advance, and finally ignite the climax of the entire area at a certain point.
But when Qin Jian completely ignited the theme of the funeral march in the third movement, and when the heavy harmony developed to the climax in a "solemn but incoherent" slow pace, the whole hall felt this.
No more than five people were excited.
Of course, this does not include Qin Jian, who is currently immersed in his focused performance.
In such a church, sitting under such a cross, playing such music.
“Nice experience.”
Although the experience was good, Qin Jian will not forget the ultimate goal of today's concert.
The end of the fourth movement also declares the end of all official repertoire for this concert.
Qin Jian bowed his thanks in the church with less than twenty people left, and the applause continued. Ido, the old bartender, Assad, Liao Linjun who was already seated, the old Harlin couple, and the people from the piano room
Workers A, B, C and D are still there, and the boys are also clapping their young hands.
The punk youth even stood up, raised his hands above his head and shouted in a rough voice: "bravo!"
There were also a few small town residents who listened from beginning to end.
Qin Jian left the stage, but the applause still did not stop.
Everything is like a regular concert.
Without keeping everyone waiting for too long, in the last step of the concert, Qin Jian needed to return to perform an encore as a token of enthusiasm for everyone.
According to the plan, he planned to continue playing a piece of Chopin, but just as he returned to the piano, a voice sounded from the audience: "Greeg!"
Then, "Greg!" came again, this time from someone else.
Qin Jian also stopped when he dropped his fingers. This kind of situation is rare in ordinary concerts.
It is rare for the audience to take the initiative to ask the performers to perform additional pieces, but at this time, some audience members have clearly expressed their wishes.
Grieg, as the father of Norwegian music, has never practiced his piano piece Qin Jian, and has even listened to it less.
During the hesitation, Qin Jian blinked, sighed slightly, then turned his head and gave the audience a bright smile.
At the same time, both hands were raised.
With a flick of his finger, the Chopin who was originally preparing turned into Grieg.
With a faint impression, he played Solveig's Song from Grieg's Peer Gynt Suite.
The melody full of Norwegian folk customs, coupled with Qin Jian's arrangement, was played in Chopin's way on an imitation 18th-century harpsichord. This combination, which everyone could not have expected at the beginning, actually appeared at this moment.
A different kind of beauty.
As the impromptu unfolded, Qin Jian recalled in his mind every detail of his arrival in Bergen, the smiling faces of the workers working in the piano workshop in the morning, the delicious seafood soup at noon, the golden beach at dusk, and the laughter in the lounge in the evening.
, the evening wind at midnight, the waves at dawn, and the ray of morning light.
Picture after picture composed the melody under Qin Jian's finger. Unknowingly, several strangers stopped outside the church door. They seemed to be attracted by the content of the sound of the piano. Gradually, more and more people gathered around the door.
many.
Qin Jian had no idea about this. He continued to be immersed in the music. For this melody that he had never seen the music score before, he felt familiar at this time, as if the music should be like this.
The story about Solveig is too long to go into too much detail here, but one thing must be mentioned. As the second national anthem of Norway, every Norwegian has a special feeling for this melody.
Melancholy and melodious tunes fill every corner of the church.
The boy clenched his little fists excitedly and seemed to be murmuring.
The punk-headed young man listened, and at this time he looked like a devout believer.
Even the old bartender, who always had a playful smile, rarely put away his smile, and his eyes became more solemn. He did not expect that the concert would end in this way.
When Qin Jian finished the last note and stood up, he found that the entrance to the empty church was already full of people.
"Well.."
Facing this scene, he paused, and then a smile crept into his eyes.
bow.
Applause, applause from inside and outside the church.
It can be seen that everyone likes this piece of music very much.
Looking at this scene, Qin Jian's eyes changed colors one after another.
"bravo!!"
Just as Punkhead cheered again, Qin Jian's mind suddenly became clear.
He felt he understood.
He finally grasped something about the meaning of national music.
Stage 4 - 'What does the audience hear?'
Qin Jian will have to ask everyone about this question for a while before he can find out, but before that, he made some new discoveries. He seemed to understand a truth - 'Different audiences need different voices.'
And sound should never be limited to a certain kind of voice in a fixed occasion.
Just like Chopin can be the scale in the piano room, or Grieg in the church.