838. Parents and Children Under Two Scores [Part 2]
After the meal, the two returned to the rehearsal hall.
While the musicians were still resting, Fang Zongyao returned to the stage and continued practicing.
For this piece adapted by Qin Jian, he needed to be very energetic.
This is true for Qin Jian, for him, and for my motherland.
Soon, the entire concert hall was filled with exciting piano melody.
From a pure piano perspective, Fang Zongyao played the same piece in a different style.
Probably because as a composer who performs his own works, Qin Jian pays more attention to how the piano part can better integrate with the entire stage during his performance, so this prevents him from being able to retract and release the piano part as freely as he does when playing solo.
Fang Zongyao's own playing style tends to be firm and passionate.
Paired with Qin Jian's second version of the atmospheric adaptation, it's just right.
The blend of the two is unforgettable.
About twenty minutes later, many musicians were already sitting in the front row of the auditorium. Some of them were old people who still remembered the young man in front of the piano at this time. He was once a talented child who was famous in the Yanjing piano circle.
In the back row of the auditorium, Qin Jian opened the email just sent by Paul.
A work email.
The content of the email was not long. It was about Qin Jian’s work arrangements for his record release at the end of the month. Paul needed Qin Jian’s confirmation.
After a rough scan, Qin Jian replied to Paul's email.
"No problem, see you on the 27th."
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Ten minutes later, Li Fenghua arrived.
Rehearsals continue.
After the rehearsal in the morning, the musicians of each part of the orchestra have basically mastered their respective scores.
At the beginning of the afternoon, Li Fenghua led the orchestra to sing together.
Finished in one go, Qin Jian sighed, the national team is the national team.
Only this time, the musician teacher of each part showed the details he marked on the music score.
After listening to it, he thought he could add piano.
So starting from the second time, Fang Zongyao also joined in the performance.
The orchestra performed it over and over again.
Qin Jian moved from one place to another, listening in every corner of the concert hall.
Try to figure out every detail.
During the intermission, Qin Jian initially found two problems.
The first problem is that the orchestra is too bass heavy throughout.
He had not noticed this problem before when he was only playing on the piano, but he had already expected that this would happen.
After all, this is the first time that he has created a piece of music independently in a true sense.
The second problem is that the beginning is not good enough.
"not good enough?"
As an experienced conductor, Li Fenghua naturally understood Qin Jian’s first question
He agreed, and he also wanted to discuss the issue of balance of the low voice with Qin Jian.
It's just that he couldn't understand Qin Jian's description of the second question.
Not good enough, too general.
After thinking about it, Li Fenghua asked: "Is it the orchestra's problem?"
Qin Jian was thinking, and after hearing Li Fenghua's words, he shook his head quickly, "No, no, that's not what I meant. There is no problem with the orchestra."
After a pause, "I always feel that the beginning part is a bit off."
As he spoke, he took the score and turned it over again and again.
A group of people were waiting for him quietly.
Ten minutes later, Qin Jian sighed and shook his head.
He really couldn't find the music score at the moment.
At this time, Li Fenghua showed the experience of an old conductor and reminded him when he saw this.
"Xiao Qin, how about this? You go back and think about it. Let's hurry up and arrange the work first, and try to complete this piece in one day. There is still one morning tomorrow. If you decide to change it, we can talk about it.
Just change it, so that both ends don’t waste time.”
Qin Jian naturally understood what Li Fenghua meant. Time was running out and the recording would begin tomorrow afternoon.
Besides, he didn't want everyone to wait with him.
"As you wish, I will think about the beginning when I go back tonight."
With that said, the rehearsal started again. Before starting, the two adjusted the part ratio due to the problem of the orchestra's excessive bass.
After several attempts, a bass and a tuba were finally removed, and the sound was initially balanced.
After returning to school in the evening, he first went to the rehearsal hall to help Fatty listen, and then went back to 309 to start revising the beginning of "I Got the Motherland".
After half an afternoon of calm thinking, he decided that it was not impossible to try to change the beginning.
The fundamental reason why he felt that "the beginning was not good enough" was based on his auditory experience.
Of course, if a problem that has not been discovered after playing on the piano many times appears in the orchestra, it does not mean that it is the problem of the orchestra.
If there is a problem, the problem is also his, because he modified the work.
After thinking about it for a while, he started writing.
Different from the previous days, his thinking was clear now, and he re-wrote three intros in one hour, including the orchestra's orchestration.
Then I tried it on the piano.
A sigh.
"Maybe I really chose the wrong major."
"My composing talent has been hidden."
He couldn't help but let out a sigh. He looked at his phone and saw that it was already 20:03, "Xiaoyu's side should be starting soon."
moment.
He called Song Ling.
"Sister Song, has Fang Xiaoyu arrived?"
"Yeah, thank you. Please take care of it for me."
"There are four songs in total, right? I forgot."
"Okay, this way, you listen to me.
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After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian sent Duan Ran a WeChat message and started practicing today.
Regarding the practice of Beethoven's Fifth Piano Concerto, Qin Jian changed his previous practice method from the moment he got the music score.
Continuing - attaching importance to the technical part, but abandoning preconceived subjective assumptions in emotional processing.
Everyone knows that the five emotions are profound, complex in structure, and infinite in transformation.
But deep emotions can be hidden in the heart from the inside out.
No matter how complex the structure is, it can be broken down into the most basic strips and lines.
Everything remains true to its origin, and every handwriting on the score is clearly drawn there.
After two editions of "My Motherland", Qin Jian became more deeply aware of the importance of paying attention to the score itself for a performer.
Qin Jian quickly became immersed in Beethoven's world of musical notes.
Time flew by and came to just before midnight.
First movement, end.
'Miss you Good night.'
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At this time, in the express hotel in front of the school, the fat man was sitting on the curb smoking a lonely cigarette.
Seeing that the lights on the third floor of the teaching building across the street had gone out, he knew Qin Jian was asleep.
I just don’t know if Fang Xiaoyu has arrived at the hotel.
"Why."
The fat man sighed.
He still practiced the flute tonight.
Although he felt uneasy, he knew that practicing the flute was more important to him at the moment.
Besides, he didn't know what to do now about Fang Xiaoyu.
Returning to reality, the gap between the two is indeed too big.
"You have to work hard."
After putting out the cigarette butt, the fat man took out his mobile phone and started booking tickets to go home tomorrow.
He no longer thought about which bus Fang Xiaoyu would take tomorrow, he made a reservation for the three o'clock train in the afternoon.