don't call me singer

Chapter 1298 The Conductor

Gu Xiaobai was enveloped by a hymn of endless radiance. Suddenly, Tokavsky slammed down both hands!

"Boom" sounded.

The timpani is like a heartbeat, bringing the song to the climax of the first verse.

Then the bass was paved layer by layer, and the mellow, bright, silver-like tone of the flute sounded. Under the background of the bass, it was like the holy light shining on the earth, like the light of people opening their arms to welcome the gods, like the soul abandoned Body, soaring into the sky...

This, perhaps at the ceremony, those soldiers who gave up their lives in order to defend their home and country.

But at that moment, Gu Xiaobai recalled his song "National Memorial".

In 1812, Napoleon, who almost unified Europe, brought his own invincible army and undeclared war on Russia.

The Russians who fought against the warehouse tried all their strength and finally kept the enemy out of the gate.

It also completely shattered the myth of Napoleon's invincibility.

Seventy years later, in 70, this symphony praising Russia's glorious victory premiered at the Cathedral of the Savior in Moscow.

Probably equivalent to our 70th anniversary steel torrent march.

Different era, same mood.

Different ways of expression, the same throbbing.

After this drumbeat, the music gradually moves from the overture to the development.

Exciting music resounded throughout the concert hall.

On the stage, nearly 100% pure analytical alcohol ran through Tokavsky's blood vessels, as if turning into fuel to drive his body.

Surging!Surging!Surging!

But off the stage, Wang Haixia, Zhou Xianting, and Zhao Mo stared wider and wider.

It's unbelievable!
The old guy who was so shameless just now and wanted to ask him for a bottle of analytical pure alcohol turned out to be this radiant conductor on the stage, even the white hairs on his head seemed to be connected to the sky full of stars?

The three of them even forgot to eat the ice cream. The ice cream melted and fell on them.

On the stage, the old driver waved his arms wantonly, and at the edge, the percussion group rang chimes of different sizes.

All of a sudden, ten thousand bells rang, as if a holy holy spirit descended from the sky.

Suddenly, Tokavsky on the stage waved his hand heavily, and someone from the percussion music department behind him took out a big hammer and held it high.

"Boom!"

The bass drum slammed down!
Like the rumble of cannons, it shocked the audience!
"Boom!"

The bass drum continued to beat, one sound, another sound!
The drummer of the percussion club swung his arms round, as if he was going to smash the drum head!
But how is that enough?
At this time, Gu Xiaobai felt a particularly uncomfortable feeling.

The piece "1812 Overture" is best known for having a cannon part!
That's right, cannons!
In 1882, when Tchaikovsky finished writing this masterpiece and personally directed the premiere performance, the last paragraph was played, and the bells in the church rang, as if the Holy Spirit had descended into the world.

On the square outside the church, a row of mortars fired perhaps the most brilliant bass voice in history!
Yes, mortars!

This is how other basses are.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

His bass is:

"boom!!!!!"

After the musicians had their flings, nothing happened to anyone else.

Here, the piece needs only one thing.

Loudness!

Loudness!

Loudness!

Deafening, the sound can deafen the ears!
Later generations used various methods to simulate the sound of bells and cannons due to limited scenarios and costs.

But what can compare with real bells and cannon?

What's more, Gu Xiaobai is a man called Zhong Jun.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Gu Xiaobai shook his head.

No way, old driver!
I can't get my emotions out!

For a perverted musician like Gu Xiaobai, he will never be satisfied with how picky his performance is.

In his ears, there is no best, only "you can do better"!
Although I was surprised by Tokavsky's conductor and the performance of the Chaiyuan Symphony Orchestra.

But slowly, as time went on, he became a little bit annoyed.

Although this is the first time he has enjoyed the "1812 Overture" live, the level of this symphony orchestra has indeed surpassed all the live performances he has heard before.

But his threshold for symphony is also rapidly increasing.

Then subconsciously began to compare with my previous performances.

Now I suddenly feel that although the composition is rigorous and the vocals are well matched.

But compared to his original performance that shocked the whole city with the zither of bells and drums, this is nothing more than that.

Not to mention his own sea tour.

Playing cannons as bass or something, I was in "National Death", when dozens of chariots came together, it was much more enjoyable than this.

Gu Xiaobai, who is cruel by nature, loves great achievements, and likes big scenes, utters the contempt of a king.

Tchaikovsky but that?
Kind of disrespectful.

Well, it must be the old driver.

Sure enough, we still have to investigate, lest the old driver's reputation is really difficult to live up to.

On the stage, the string orchestra shook its bow like a convulsion.

Then, the brilliant wind music brought the whole piece to its final climax.

The wind music ratio is doubled, and then the bass "cannon" with huge volume pushes the music to its final glory.

Majestic, uproarious.

The sound of bells, drums, wind instruments, and string instruments, the brilliant and noisy music made the whole audience tremble with excitement.

Gu Xiaobai has completely escaped from the song.

His gaze swept across the entire stage, pacing around like picking an animal.

He didn't come here to enjoy the music this time.

In other words, enjoying music is only part of it.

The purpose of his coming is to choose the right musicians for his next tour.

The old driver's current performance has not passed his judgment, so he has to think again.

This emotion can't be vented, it's really uncomfortable.

But for other musicians, he did meet a few good ones.

"This violin chief is pretty good, basically nothing went wrong just now, write it down..."

"This flute player is also very good. Everyone else made a mistake just now, but he was right..."

"This drummer looks so handsome with a big hammer! I like it! He's the only one!"

The old driver does not dig first, but the musician can dig a few first.

On the podium, Tokavsky's white hair shone like steel needles under the light.

He waved his arms like a madman.

Finally, everything came to an abrupt end.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then wild cheers, applause.

Tokawski turned around and took a bow to the stage.

The musicians got up and bowed to the stage.

"This old driver is really good!" Wang Haixia was overjoyed, but he underestimated him!

"Xiaobai, why don't we take him in!" Zhou Xianting also said.

Restarting the tour is not just Gu Xiaobai's business, as Gu Xiaobai's teammates, they are also busy with this matter.

"No hurry, I don't think this performance is too perfect, I'll watch it again." Gu Xiaobai said.

"Isn't it perfect?" Wang Haixia's eyes widened.

"I always feel a little less passionate." Gu Xiaobai was very serious.

"Oh, it would be great if I gave him another bottle of analytical pure just now!" Wang Haixia slapped his thigh.

Drink another bottle, this is not passion!
(End of this chapter)