Chapter 73 Happy 17-year-old boy playing piano and explosive equipment
"Ding, I found swing's swing ring."
The voice ringing in my ears was something I hadn’t heard for a long time.
Qin Jian, who was concentrating on the end of the music, was startled. Since he had not opened the sonata collection, and without the protection of Mr. Che, his brain short-circuited and his left hand overturned.
A bunch of wrong notes came rolling down, causing the entire piano hall to fall silent.
"What happened?" Old Porter stared with a pair of innocent eyes and raised his hands.
"Who knows." Liao Linjun shook the cup in his hand.
Old Potter pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, "Only 17 years old."
"By the way, Potter, are all the activities arranged for tonight?" Liao Linjun saw the Christmas tree hanging across the street through the window, and suddenly thought of something.
"It's all arranged, but the musicians haven't been notified of the specific time yet. I was just going to ask you what time it will start tonight."
"Starting at eight o'clock, we'll inform the musicians that they won't be coming tonight, and we'll pay them double their wages."
"Thank you, kind boss, but who will give the band job tonight?" Old Porter took out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet.
"Are there any musicians missing here?" Liao Linjun moved his gaze to Old Bert's face, "Remember, the last time we collaborated was in New Orleans last year, right?"
"Okay, okay, but let me say it first, I don't want to play any damn Christmas Eve tonight, but fortunately we already have a great bass player, um, and a jazz pianist who works part-time as a bartender, so the drummer
Woolen cloth?"
Old Porter nodded as he spoke, pursed his lips, and filled the polished wine glass with vodka.
"You come and play the drums." Liao Linjun said nonchalantly.
"I play the drums? Then who will play the piano?" Old Porter said, subconsciously glancing at the other person's gloved left hand.
"Okay, I'll play the drums, so I wish our duet performance of bass and drums tonight a success." Old Porter raised the wine glass in his hand.
The atmosphere was not awkward until the Presto of the Sonata in F minor was heard again from the second floor.
After a brief moment of looking at each other.
The expressions of the two people were surprisingly consistent.
"what's it?"
"Beethoven and swing?"
After half a ring.
"Pianist."
Liao Linjun smiled and pointed to the top of his head again, picked up the wine glass and touched the vodka that the other party had held in the air for a long time, then raised his head and drank.
Put down the wine glass, turned around and walked towards the stairs.
"trio."
"By the way, help me wipe the dust off the bass."
…
"ye..."
Looking at Liao Linjun's back, Old Porter swayed with Beethoven swaying in his ears, feeling the half-beats that moved forward or lagging behind from time to time, as if the vodka in his mouth had turned into rainbow soda.
"magic boy!"
[Worship value from Potter +2]
At this time, Qin Jian directly ignored the line of small words that appeared, and had only one thought in his mind.
Just be happy and that's it.
The sonata played by both hands no longer has hand shapes, phrases, structures, and even all the expression marks memorized today are all forgotten.
Maybe this is no longer a sonata.
Every note that was originally given a serious status by Uncle Bei, now freed by Qin Jian's hands, is like a butterfly flying to the deepest part of the mirror, and then happily disappearing.
Liao Linjun went up to the second floor and, like Uncle Potter yesterday, stopped at the top of the stairs and did not go any further.
She couldn't see the boy behind the piano and could only judge the other person's expression through the music.
"This guy."
Liao Linjun was not a very curious woman, but at this moment she actually had the urge to take a look at Qin Jian's brain.
When Beethoven and swing are put together, is this what it feels like?
It was also the first time for Liao Linjun to hear it, and it seemed to be a pretty good feeling.
Is there an absolute gulf between classical and jazz?
This issue was explored by many outstanding musicians in the 1920s.
It can be said that at that time, how to eliminate the gap between jazz and classical music was a new fashion.
As a result, many classics have been handed down since then, such as "Rhapsody in Blue" written by Gershwin for orchestra and piano.
It ignited the first spark of the fusion of jazz and classical music.
Later, Groffy's "Grand Canyon" suite promoted the development of symphonic jazz.
Then more and more composers joined this ranks.
Liao Linjun has listened to blues Bach, jazz big band version of Vivaldi, and even adapted some Mozart pieces a long time ago as jazz pieces for special occasions.
But it was still the first time for Liao Linjun to hear Beethoven like this.
"What on earth is this guy thinking about?"
Dang Dang.
As one long chord and one very short chord came to an end, Qin Jian withdrew his hands, leaving only the tiniest hint of tail notes on the entire second floor.
Opening the panel and looking at the purple ring in the equipment column, Qin Jian once again felt the pleasure of using the best equipment.
This is so happy.
And this also confirms Qin Jian's previous thinking that equipment still needs to be discovered.
【swing swing ring】
[Item Introduction]: After wearing it, the contractor will automatically change the original rhythm of the music when playing. Swing is a feeling. Be happy and swing to your heart's content. Fletcher Henderson.
As expected, the originator did not lie, he was indeed happy.
Although I have practiced a lot of jazz pieces, they are just reenactments, just like practicing Bach or Mozart.
From a certain perspective, practicing according to the script has lost the auditory soul of jazz, without smoothness and rhythm.
At this moment, recalling the strangely dressed fourth movement Presto that he had just played, Qin Jian felt an unprecedented experience.
And what touched Qin Jian the most was that such a powerful prop did not cost anything to wear.
Zero consumption, fully automatic.
Awesome~
However, if you think about it carefully, the limitations of this prop are also very large.
To put it simply, after you equip yourself with a ring, you can automatically change the rhythm of the phrase you are playing into a jazz-style swing rhythm.
But precisely because of this, I have no way to use it to create new jazz, and liveliness and variety are the soul of jazz.
So in the final analysis, you still can’t break out of the inherent practice mode with it.
But with this thing, I undoubtedly have an unlimited library of jazz piano music.
[Admiration value from Liao Linjun +1]
"Um?"
Qin Jian turned off the panel, stood up and took a quick look.
Sure enough, Liao Linjun was leaning on the handrail of the stairs and looking over here.
"Is it ready?" Liao Linjun asked Qin Jian from a distance.
"It's almost done." Qin Jian didn't dare to say that he was ready. His stomach had been growling for a long time. If he continued to carry it, he wouldn't be able to bear it.
Seeing that the other party was silent, Qin Jian smiled and said, "How about I play it again?"
"No need, I did a good job this morning. I gave you the score. I will continue to memorize it when I go home tonight. I will listen to it tomorrow morning."
Did you give it to me?
Qin Jian lowered his head and glanced at the score on the music table. Judging from the yellowed paper, this score should have been with the other party for a long time.
For a musician, it is difficult to give away the sheet music that has been followed for many years, especially such an authentic copy.
Different from the music folder He Jing gave to herself, they are a family after all.
But it had only been two days since Liao Linjun and I met. Even with He Jing's relationship, this score still seemed a bit precious.
"Sister Lin Jun, this..."
"Okay, I won't need it anyway, just take it." Liao Linjun said, his voice suddenly changed, and he emphasized, "But, you don't get it for free."
"Stay and work for me tonight."
"Ah?" Qin Jian opened his mouth, but he still hadn't reacted.
I just heard a sound of solid footsteps coming from the stairs.
Then, Old Porter was struggling to reveal half of his body from the stairs with a double bass as tall as a person in his arms.