677. The track you're looking forward to? Don't bother me.
The atmosphere on stage intensifies!
Qin Jian's left hand shook and dropped, full of strength.
The diminished seventh chord with heavy dominant function is repeatedly struck powerfully!
At the same time, the right hand quickly climbed up and reached a chromatic scale of nearly five octaves!
The two huge forces came together to form an incomparable impact force!
The drama escalates to heart-rending howls!
Finally, the music reaches its final ending with one powerful chord after another.
"Boom!!"
At this point, Qin Jian's Ballade in G minor has completed its journey to the Chopin Competition.
As for the moral of the passages in the story, let others evaluate it.
His second round of competition was still going on. He took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and wiped the piano keys.
As he exhaled and exhaled, his expression became much more relaxed. In fact, it proved that he could not control his expression state during the performance.
At this moment, his mouth felt a little sore, as if he had finished a continuous moist...
Maybe it was because he used too much force on his facial muscles while playing?
It does not matter.
He felt a little hot, so he opened the buttons of his white shirt.
It would be even better if I could take another sip.
Can.
...
Qin Jian waved his arm, and a light and romantic waltz followed, and the 'Op.42 Waltz in F major' came on stage.
The moment the music started playing, the heavy stage atmosphere immediately disappeared.
All the adjectives used to describe a girl wearing a long dress but wearing Converse and spinning around on the dance floor can be used here.
The stage at this time really looks like a salon!
The young man in front of the piano played casually like a veteran in love, his elegant fingers frivolously passing over every inch of the keys.
No longer playing with profundity, he turned into a libertine.
No one can doubt where this beautiful melody will lead the girls.
Maybe it's the most private place, but the music is so beautiful anyway.
Igraz moved his head and head to the music, resisting the urge to rush onto the stage and twist his body, or play along with the other party.
He really liked the music so much that he dared to stand up loudly and tell everyone present that this kind of playing technique was the highest form of a true technical player, including facing 17 judges directly.
He doesn't care about anyone's evaluation. No one can change his performance, not even fifteen years ago, and even less so now.
Liao Linjun had seen a lot of this musical rhythm. During those days in Bergen, she often heard this sound coming from the window of the two-story building on the east side at midnight.
She was sure that this was not taught by her, nor could it be He Jing, let alone Shen Qingci.
Liao Linjun knew that Shen Qingci definitely didn't have this kind of interest, and sometimes his lifelessness was so lifeless that it made people itch.
Argerich looked at the stage with a smile. From the audition to the present, from misunderstanding the other party's "imitation behavior" to trying to interpret the other party's Chopin, she admitted that this young man has unique musical ideas for different works.
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Even though the music sounds frivolous at first and still frivolous again, as a female perspective, she can understand the innocent and moving things in this free speed.
And this is also a side of Chopin.
Chopin's music is ever-changing, and Chopin has countless faces, just like the 17 rated faces at this moment.
Deng Taishan's eyes were filled with displeasure, which is understandable. He had struggled on both sides of the Iron Curtain, and he had solid ideas about the art of piano.
On the contrary, a gentleman like Talibek, who has lived in a wealthy and upper-class society since he was a child, can be said to love this kind of music very much. He likes simple things, especially simplicity taken to the extreme.
Two of the Russian judges are still thinking about the performance techniques in Qin Jian's previous work? Can they hear the core of Russian piano performance in it? But they are not very precise in terms of structural expression.
As for the Polish judges, judging from their seat distribution, it can be seen that there are two groups of Polish judges this time.
A few people headed by Branjano sit on the far left side of the first row. His expression is the most intriguing. His eyes keep jumping. I don't know what he is thinking.
And An Jie beside him still has that kind smile? It's like he was born with such a smiling face.
Alto on the left has no expression. To be honest, he still likes the ballad just now.
Another group of Polish judges sit in the far right corner of the second row. They look like a few old academics, but there is one young one among them.
This young Polish judge almost brought Robert back to life with a small gesture of raising his hand in the conference room? But everyone knows the outcome.
At this time, he was looking around from time to time? He seemed to like doing these little actions.
This young judge is called Kaftin, who also graduated from the Chopin Conservatory of Music.
Kaftin finally withdrew his gaze after the cheerful waltz ended. Then he looked at the stage and shook his shoulders. His movements and expressions seemed a bit absent-minded? But he had to say that this Chinese young man's finger skills were indeed amazing.
The waltz ended in one breath.
The scene was quiet again.
Everyone knows that the next piece of music is the ‘Ponaise’.
The audience, especially the Polish audience, stared at the stage as if they were terrified, expecting surprises.
Didn't the old Poles listen to a few decent op53 songs yesterday? They don't care about messy things like technique? They just like to hear the momentum? Listen to the sound and watch the scenery.
The scene continued to be silent and the figure moved!
Qin Jian's arms were smashed down hard.
"Dang!!!"
Swallowing chords exploded like cannonballs in the middle of the stage, 'Op. 53 Polonaise in A flat major'
The last piece, titled ‘Hero.’
The unhurried column chords continue the heroic momentum, and the continuous running of sixteenth notes at free speed is full of full sound quality.
At this moment, he showed the high-precision touch strength he had honed on the fortepiano.
Is it true that technology serves music? Technology will not exist alone outside of the work.
But Qin Jian never forgot to polish his finger skills at any time, which is why his fingers can always be put to use when he needs them.
Maybe some people disdain technical players, or maybe these people have really never seen what a technical master is.
There is no need for any preparation, as soon as he takes action, he is full of firepower. Together with his expression, Qin Jian in front of the piano is like a ball of fire at this moment.
His excited arms tended toward the keys. Like Ido, he poured all his strength into his arms earlier.
He used his strong iron hands to produce a thunderous sound.
The roaring sound of the piano is like the smoke of war, the roaring of men and the neighing of horses.
Liszt said, 'The powerful rhythm of the Heroic Dance can cheer up even the most lazy and numb people!'
Polish pianist Klez called it 'a typical war song!'
It has a hot Polish folk music color and is rich in singing melody tone.
Gorgeous without lacking in character, simple without dryness
This is not a portrayal of thoughts or psychological activities, this is a thrilling battle.
The left hand is sharp and the right hand is unruly.
The passionate young man used his hands to compose a brilliant piano sound to replace the heat in his heart!
He skillfully controls the downward progression in sixteenth and eight degrees!
"Dang-dang-dang!"
He ordered to sing boldly with dotted notes!
"Dang-dang-!"
He makes syncopation and harmony echo each other!
"Dang-dang!"
He used all available playing techniques to revive the grand epic spirit of this polonaise.
If he is in the first round to prove to everyone that he is not a copycat.
So this round is when he announces to the world that he will join this gorgeous battle.
Op53 is Chopin's war song. It is also Qin Jian's declaration at this moment, and it is his first horn to rush to the top of Warsaw!
At the last moment, the Chinese young man in front of the piano completely took off his gentle coat and abandoned all elegant words.
The passionate scene has reached the final critical point, and the Steinway piano seems no longer able to withstand the god-like power.
It let out its final roar!!
“Dang-dang-dang-dang!!!————”
Throw your head in the air and close your hands!
"Ding--"
The scene is frozen at this moment.
A moment.
"Wow————————————————————"
Applause and screams.
Qin Jian stood up, turned around and bowed with a relaxed expression.
Just as he took the first step backstage, a "bang——" was heard from under the piano board of the Steinway behind him.
A broken string swayed in the air.
The audience was completely in a state of excitement.