They took out their mobile phones to take pictures, or just watched quietly.
Surprisingly, everyone seemed to have reached an agreement after the music started, and no one was allowed to make any noise to disturb the music.
So no one bothered Qin Jian.
He was immersed in every prelude under his fingers, his ears carefully distinguishing the surrounding echoes in the world of sound.
From time to time, he suddenly tilted his head, his eyes focused and dispersed, as if he had made some novel discovery.
From time to time, he frowned slightly, as if he had overturned his thoughts from the previous second.
Only when the hands are still and moving, the music is playing smoothly and automatically.
Chopin is no stranger to Hamburg people, but he was able to play Chopin to such an extent that some people began to wonder about the identity of the performer, and some people already recognized the identity of the performer.
As the raindrops ended "No. 15", Qin Jian stopped.
The cutoff of the music was a bit sudden for the scene, but not abrupt.
People applauded and there were cheers from the audience.
Qin Jian stood up and nodded around with a smile. The black woolen coat indeed gave him a somewhat mature look.
Then he looked at Duan Ran in the crowd.
Duan Ran put down his phone and made an OK gesture.
Qin Jian nodded. He had probably found the problem. The next step was to listen to see if the recording just now was what he imagined.
Just then, "Can you give me an autograph, Mr. Piano?"
A childish voice in German came out in front of him, and Qin Jian lowered his head to look.
The boy who had just serenaded him was looking up at him with a marker pen and comic book in his hand, his eyes full of admiration.
The scene became quiet.
"certainly."
Qin Jian knelt down and wrote "Mr. Piano" for the boy. After a moment's hesitation, he wrote "Qin Jian" on top of "Mr. Piano".
The boy took back the comic book, bowed to Qin Jian, turned around and ran back to the crowd excitedly, hiding behind a couple.
Qin Jian looked over, and the couple showed him thanks.
He smiled back.
A small interlude ended with a warm scene, and the shopping mall hall became active again. From time to time, someone would sit in front of the piano and play a few times. No matter how the performance was, someone would always give a little applause.
Qin Jian can get a little extra things from others. For example, the number on his hand has reached -'493428'
It’s only one step away from the 50w mark.
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On the way back to the hotel, Qin Jian couldn't wait to put on his headphones and listen to the recording just now.
After listening to it, he had a plan in mind.
Although the sound quality recorded on the mobile phone was not comparable at all, and the piano was just an ordinary upright piano made in Hamburg, Qin Jian could clearly hear the bass of the piano fully vibrating in the noisy scene.
This sense of vibration almost connects the gaps between each prelude. As the recorder of this record, he is also the first listener of this record. At least he needs to be able to hear it in the work from beginning to end.
This feeling.
Only in this way can he be satisfied.
Back at the hotel, he called Paul and then contacted Astor.
The three of them met again in the evening at a restaurant near DG Company.
"Mr. Astor, I would like to change the recording venue."
Qin Jian believes that with DG’s recording standards, the fundamental reason why there is no result after two days of busy work is that the recording venue is too small and the natural resonance is not enough.
This proposal immediately received a response from Astor: "I also considered this issue yesterday, and now I think we can give it a try tomorrow."
Changing the recording venue - the two reached a consensus as soon as they came up.
It was just that the two had serious differences when it came to what kind of venue to change next.
Astor advocated changing to a small concert hall, while Qin Jian hoped to change to a thousand-person hall with modern acoustics.
"This will increase the difficulty of recording and restoring the original sound on site." Astor pointed out, "From a professional point of view, I really don't agree with your plan. It will run counter to our original intention."
Astor reiterated: "We can use technology to solve low-frequency problems."
Qin Jian shook his head, he just wanted to restore the pure live sound.
If possible, he wouldn't even want 0.1 seconds of sound correction, "You are the authority on recording issues, and I respect your advice. I just want to know now, assuming we are going to record in a super hall, whether this assumption exists."
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moment.
"Theoretically this assumption can exist."
After saying that, Astor sighed, "If you must give it a try."
"I'm really sorry," Qin Jian paused, "I want to give it a try, but before that we implement it according to your plan. If we can achieve satisfactory results, that's the best."
Seeing this, Astor said nothing more. He could understand how persistent a performer would be in order to record a record.
As a sound engineer, he himself is the same.
He hoped that his second collaboration with Qin Jian would leave a super classic Chopin record for future generations.
"Cheers and wish us success tomorrow."
Three people raised their glasses.
The next day, early on Christmas Eve, the entire recording team moved to the Hamburg Opera Concert Hall.
This concert hall with only 271 seats was Astor's choice.
An hour later the recording site was set up.
Recording starts at 10:30.
As of 13:45 pm, a total of three master tapes have been completely recorded.
The low-frequency sound effects of each of the three versions are clearer and more natural than those of the previous two days, which also shows that the two people's idea of changing the recording venue is correct.
After listening to the first version, Astor was even more satisfied with the second version.
Qin Jian's attention was focused on the third version, which had wrong sounds. Compared with the previous two versions, his overall performance in the third version was improved.
He wanted to see how the recording effects compared at different volumes.
In the end, he came to the same conclusion. In the 271-seat hall, the stronger performance will make the natural reverberation in the recording more vivid and obvious.
This hit made him ecstatic because it meant he could control the natural reverberation by controlling the force of his playing.
But the prerequisite must be sufficient space and an environmental design with good acoustic structure.
Astor was also a little surprised by this. He had recorded countless piano solo recordings, but he had never seen a performer play the same music with different volumes in strict proportions.
Qin Jian's body seemed to be equipped with a light that could automatically adjust the volume.
Astor sighed, all this can only explain one problem, Qin Jian's control of finger power and understanding of works have reached an extremely terrifying level.
With new discoveries, Qin Jian naturally cannot be satisfied with today's achievements.
But this time Astor also saw some possibilities from today's recording, and he was willing to accompany Qin Jian to give it a try.
"The Berlin Philharmonic Hall." Astor said directly, "But I'm not sure I can get the right to use this venue in the near future. Let's get in touch now and give it a try."
ten minutes later.
Vaughn called and said, "Two days, only two days available."
Vaughan explained: "The New Year's Concert is about to take place, gentlemen."
Qin Jian understood and was extremely grateful. At this time, probably only big guys like Vaughn and Baudelaire could solve the venue problem of the Berlin Philharmonic Hall.
After deciding on the venue, the three agreed to meet at the dg gate at four o'clock.
Qin Jian left the main hall and went to a lounge in the backstage.
The rhythmic music of Bach is coming from inside the door.
Knock three times on the door.
Then Duan Ran opened the door and saw Qin Jian's happy face. Her heart skipped a beat, "Has it been recorded?"
Qin Jian grinned and said excitedly: "Go back to the hotel and pack your luggage."