The double bass is the only symphonic string instrument that occupies a standard position in jazz.
Qin Jian naturally knows this very well.
The double bass itself is just an instrument in the violin family that appears to enhance the deep sound of the orchestra.
After the seventeenth century, with the development of keynote music and the practice of harmonious functions, the double bass gradually emerged from a silent supporting role.
It has become a kind of fashion.
While providing the basic tone of chords, rhythm has begun to be obviously taken into consideration. Of course, at that time, it was just to cope with the new music style of the new era with cheerful melodies and clear rhythms.
Later, after the birth of jazz, the double bass became an indispensable bass part in the band, especially in traditional jazz. Its original sound and texture effect cannot be replaced by the electric bass.
Just like Qin Jian's low and soft overtones lingering in his ears at this moment.
As soon as the string sound came out, the sensitive elk seemed to have been hit by some kind of impact, and the melody under his fingers was like an aimless drunk who suddenly found his way home.
The most peculiar thing about the bass instrument is that it is not a percussion instrument, but it actually uses its unique vibration frequency to control the rhythm of the entire music.
Whether it is a symphony orchestra with four pipes or a jazz band with only five or six members.
After the female bass joined Qin Jian's swinging march in the second measure, the shape of the music became clear enough.
Under the interplay of the percussion of the piano and the extremely grainy texture of the double bass, a rustling sound with a hint of metal quietly appeared from a corner of the stage.
Santa no longer juggles in the air.
The drum brush in hand starts dancing on the drum head with four strips of sandblasting.
At this moment, the trio completely merged together.
Qin Jian couldn't observe Old Porter's operations from the corner of his eye, but the moment the distinct rhythm came out, Qin Jian could only focus all his attention on his men.
It is obvious that both bass and drums are musically perfecting themselves around their own melodies.
But in fact, bass and drums are the soul of swing music. If Liao Linjun and Old Porter are compared to two chefs with outstanding cooking skills.
Then the pieces of music you play are undoubtedly the ingredients.
The quality of the ingredients ultimately determines the final presentation of this music.
Although there are swing rings to adjust the music performance under my hands, this is cooperation, and I should have to do more than what I am doing now.
Qin Jian realized the problem and tried the movements in his hands while listening to the music.
Perhaps the musical harmonies can be enriched to give the bass more room to play.
Before the end of the submelody, Qin Jian did not follow the original harmony that was about to stop, but chose to change the key after a sustain tone.
Modulation from C major to G major.
The ring can only change the way the Qin key is played, but it cannot help at all in how to proceed with the harmony.
Fortunately, Qin Jian still has some useful information of his own.
At the beginning of the new mode, Qin Jian started from the gmaj7 chord to the am7 chord, letting himself go all the way from the major seventh chord to the minor seventh chord, and then took out all the parts that he could use in the jazz harmony trend that he had mastered.
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Liao Linjun strummed the strings and occasionally took a sip from his wine glass. He perfectly filled in the missing part of Qin Jian's experience and maintained the high quality of the entire piece.
As for Santa Claus, Qin Jian knew from the moment the drum beat entered that he was clearly a professional drummer in the true sense.
Compared with Old Porter, those guys in the band he was in who used to hold drumsticks and brag all day long were like elementary school students in the drum and bugle corps.
but.
Qin Jian felt that he was almost hollowed out by improvising to this extent.
The melody reaches the end again, with the piano sound obviously stopping, and the female bass gradually disappearing.
Qin Jian raised his hand, and the music was completely drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers amid the last buzz in the double bass case and the last rustle of the drum brushes rolling on the cymbals.
Looking at the reactions of the foreign audience around him, Qin Jian himself was a little excited, not because of the numerical value in his hand. The extra two or three days of consumption were no longer enough to move Qin Jian.
In the previous collaboration, despite my limited level, I still completed the music completely. No matter what, it felt so refreshing to be on the same stage with a master.
When will I be able to own a band like this and have such musicians?
Qin Jian looked at Liao Linjun, and the other person also looked at him, and then he gave him a thumbs up.
This made Qin Jian feel a little flattered.
"Thank you."
Still a faint voice came.
Qin Jian stood up holding the piano, glanced around with a smile, and bowed slightly.
The antlers on his head trembled again, and the whole hall burst into laughter.
An old man wearing a flat hat walked a few steps forward to the stage, shook his body towards Qin Jian, and spoke in a language that Qin Jian couldn't understand. It was definitely not English.
Qin Jian watched the old man try to open his eyes wide, as if he wanted to get some hint from his expression.
The old man got anxious and started singing directly: "Didi da la la ~ di yuba da la di~"
Isn't this autumn leaves?
"antumn leaves?"
Qin Jian once again used his poor English, which made the audience even more excited.
"ye,ye,ye."
The old man smiled.
Qin Jian also laughed.
Driven by the swing ring, Qin Jian's autumn leaves no longer sound so depressed.
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Song after song, whether he knows how to play it or not, whether he can play it or not, Qin Jian keeps looking for his own place between drums and bass.
Learn by doing, practice by learning.
After a simple small jazz concert, Qin Jian had almost no regrets except not hearing Liao Linjun play the piano.
Playing music with masters is a kind of enjoyment. For Qin Jian,
Of course, there is another kind of enjoyment, but it is one that he cannot digest for the time being.
"I need a strong elk tonight."
The white girl put her arms around Qin Jian's neck and spoke in blunt Chinese into Qin Jian's ear.
In front of the main entrance of the Coffee Table Piano House, everyone was hugging each other and hugging each other.
“Another day!”
Qin Jian is a normal man. Although he can be unconservative sometimes, it is definitely not today.
"Don't lie to me."
The woman said, putting a business card between Qin Jian's fingers, "Dear."
mua～
A scene not worth mentioning.
Gradually, only three people were left at the door.
Qin Jian looked at the business card in his hand and put it into his pocket.
Amy, that's a good name.
"Good night Qin Jian, it's eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Time is running out."
Liao Linjun sighed and walked into the house minding his own business.
"You did great tonight!"
"The same to you!"
The old man and the young man staying outside the door looked at each other and smiled.