Forty minutes before the concert, the master and apprentice walked out of a small theater. They had just watched a large-scale musical.
Qin Jian watched the more than two-hour play in confusion. He could not understand the Norwegian of the actors, so he could only try to find this musical created by a new generation of Norwegian composers from the music.
But music made him even more confused. If he didn't admit that it was his lack of recognition of twentieth-century music, then he could only say: What a fool.
Grieg Music Square seemed to be even more popular this afternoon. From the direction of the flow of people, it was easy to see that everyone was going there for the last concert.
Fragments of this concert are being played on the oversized screen in the square, including Sabina's conductor's appearance standing on the stage in full dress, Gerry Baker's undulating figure in front of the piano, and the principal voices of the Helsinki Symphony Orchestra.
Close-ups of the musicians frequently flashed on the screen.
Accompanying the rolling advertising music is a huge English title on the screen - 'National Epic'
Thirty minutes before the concert started, Qin Jian contacted Duan Hong on the phone, and the two had agreed to watch the concert together.
On the phone, the two agreed to meet at the gate of the concert hall.
five minutes later.
In front of the Grieg Concert Hall.
Qin Jian met Duan Hong and the old man next to Duan Hong, an old man with a hooked nose and sharp eyes. He knew that this was Bruno, the conductor of the Paris Symphony Orchestra.
Duan Hong introduced Qin Jian to Bruno.
As both elders, Bruno's status was higher than that of Grisbeck in terms of status, but Qin Jian's extended hands received an immediate response.
As the young and old shook hands, Duan Hong and Liao Linjun also greeted each other, and Duan Hong said, "Congratulations."
This congratulation naturally refers to the wedding in November this year. Liao Linjun expressed his gratitude for this and sent an invitation in advance.
Then Liao Linjun and Bruno also shook hands. Both of them knew that Bruno was deeply impressed by the woman in front of him. He was present at the finals of the 14th Medask Violin Competition, and this Chinese woman won the gold medal that year.
'Crystal Piano' Grand Prize.
Without any more unnecessary pleasantries, the four of them walked into the music hall.
Before entering the lobby, Qin Jian called the old bartender, but the other person told him that he didn't have to wait.
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No matter how noisy the outfield is, you will definitely feel an old-school to solemn sense of solemnity when you enter the Grieg Concert Hall.
This was Qin Jian's first feeling.
The square hall is dazzlingly lit, and the glass roof and thousands of rotatable seats are bathed in such light.
Most of the seats were already occupied by spectators, and the seats that were still empty were covered with black velvet chair covers.
The four of them followed Duan Hong and sat at the pre-booked seats, which were slightly behind the middle of the auditorium. This was the listening position with the best sound effects.
"Weng——————"
Amid the bustling noises around, the bell for the start of the concert rang for the first time, and the audience who had not yet taken their seats quickened their pace. They crowded through the narrow passage and rushed to their seats.
This situation commonly occurs in some ticket sales areas, and most of the people sitting around Qin Jian were already chatting about the repertoire of the concert while waiting. They were all musicians or music critics, and they seemed to know each other.
The scene where Qin Jian sent a message to Duan Ran happened to be seen by Duan Hong on the side.
Duan Hong smiled, turned his face and said, "Today's repertoire is very exciting."
Qin Jian put away his phone after hearing the sound, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." As he said this, he couldn't help but think of La San in the second half.
Duan Hong: "I heard that you also organized a student orchestra in school and have some commercial performance experience. What, do you have any thoughts of becoming a conductor?"
Qin Jian: "It's just a little fun, the command system is too huge, I don't think it's suitable for me."
Duan Hong: "Conducting is indeed a profound knowledge. No matter whether it is complex or not, you should know more about it. This will be of great help to your future artistic level."
Qin Jian: "What Uncle Duan said is that he has learned a lesson."
While the two were talking, the second concert preparation bell rang above their heads, and then the third bell rang.
Duan Hong: "It's about to begin."
As the lights in the hall gradually dimmed, the noise in the audience became smaller and smaller.
All eyes were fixed on the illuminated stage and the doors to its left and right.
Then, the musicians of the Helsinki Symphony Orchestra came out from the two doors.
Soon, the entire stage was packed and organized.
A huge momentum spread from the stage to all directions.
This is the momentum of an excellent symphony orchestra. They can make people feel strong anticipation for the next scene just by sitting there and doing nothing.
Experienced concertgoers naturally know that not every piece requires the use of all instruments, but when all orchestral parts appear, it means that the following piece is a big one.
Now the entire hall is waiting for someone to appear.
Five seconds later.
"Hua Hua——————————"
Applause breaks out.
Conductor Sabina appeared in costume.
She walked out of the right door of the stage, and her appearance stirred up the energy of the entire hall. I believe that at this moment, two thousand pairs of eyes followed her sassy and steady pace.
Having been at the helm of the Helsinki Symphony Orchestra for eleven years, she has already integrated herself into the orchestra. When she salutes the audience and turns to walk onto the podium, the entire stage becomes a whole with her as the center.
This scene made Qin Jian heartily agree, this woman indeed has her own unique charm.
The first song - Ode to Finland, kicked off the entire concert.
This song was written by Sibelius, the great Finnish nationalist composer, when Finland was under the rule of the Russian Tsar.
Sibelius once said that this majestic work is announcing to the world-'There is a small country in the Arctic Circle fighting for her survival.'
At the beginning of the music, the brass ensemble directly displayed a rough and heavy musical motive at the speed of the Andante under Sabina's powerful swing.
Under this misery motive, the timpani continued to use vibrato to enhance the tragic atmosphere.
The woodwinds and strings respond to each other in a melancholy and slow manner, seeming to conflict with the noisy brass in a depressive manner, creating a strong dramatic tension.
The music progressed bit by bit, with Sabina sometimes wild and sometimes delicate, orchestrating the orchestra to go through the theme and presentation step by step.
Finally, the celebration theme reappears, and the mood of the music rises again.
Sabina slams her hands!
The whole work ends powerfully with the passionate triumphal sound of the brass.
quiet.
moment.
"Hua Hua——————————"
Violent applause broke out.
Qin Jian's suppressed emotions throughout the song were released at this moment, and his applause was no less than that of any Finn sitting here.
Bruno, who was standing a distance away, was attracted by Qin Jian's applause, thinking that he was really an enthusiastic young man.
Following the wonderful opening track are one after another Nordic national works.
Grieg's Pergent Suite and Sibelius's Symphony in D major were performed one after another.
The epic music is brilliant and magnificent, and it is worthy of being the finale of the concert.
"Really."
Qin Jian's heartfelt admiration.
Before I knew it, the first half of the performance was over.
Qin Jian went to the bathroom on the way, and his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
Looking at the caller number, he became sensitive.
It is true that people are sensitive to calls at this time, especially this number.
Qin Jian answered the phone without even washing his hands.
"uncle."
Then the old bartender only said two sentences on the phone.