musicians of old

Chapter 159 "Violin Concerto in E Minor" (4K [-]-in-[-])

In the eyes of everyone, Xilan, who was wearing a white gauze dress, walked towards the side of the podium holding the piano.

"It turned out to be Miss Hiran!"

"I like working with her on the concerto! Those soloists who have collaborated in the past may not be better than Ms. Xilan, but they all give people too much pressure. The name is cooperation, but in fact it feels that the school is paying them to bring the student orchestra. .”

"I heard that she is Professor Anton's daughter, right? Then she is Professor Fanning's younger sister?"

"No wonder this work is dedicated to her"

"It would be nice if I went to learn a teacher while Professor Anton was still around."

What they got before was a score for practice, and they didn't know who the inscription and the soloist were. Fan Ning's short words instantly made the musicians think about it. Roy in the other direction, the right index finger holding the bow Gently tapping the arched back, there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Although Sheeran is not yet a student of St. Lenia University, as the principal of the orchestra of the "First Symphony" in the make-up concert, her youth and talent have already left a deep impression on all the students.

Julius looked at the silhouette of Xilan who was not far away from her, with an imperceptible look of worry on her face, but also a subtle sense of relief.

Since Fan Ning took office, she has been very afraid that her position as the principal violinist will be adjusted. Today, seeing Xilan appearing as a soloist, she is temporarily relieved, but when she thinks about her future worries, some long-standing jealousy comes back. Can't help showing up.

As Fan Ning raised his right hand, the different thoughts and breaths of the musicians finally came together.

A gentle smile appeared on Fanning's face, and he nodded his head slightly, indicating that the band's starting performance should have a hazy and elegant temperament like poetry.

The preparatory beat of the conductor's baton made a slight drop mark, the string group played the whisper of the half-decomposed chord in E minor, and the plucked strings of the cello and double bass were as deep as the waves.

In an atmosphere where happiness and sadness coexist, the girl draws out the bow, and gently rubs her ring finger on the E string, playing an elegant and melancholy melody.

Hearing this melody, a tingling sensation like electricity emerged from the scalps of the musicians and professors, from the back to the tailbone, and then spread to the legs.

The pleasant feeling of hearing it for the first time is like a person who is extremely hot and thirsty, suddenly poured a large mouthful of cool and sweet drink. Although it is refreshing and wonderful to eat, he is overwhelmed and out of breath. Pores are open, breath is short of breath.

Standing aside, Kaprun's mouth was wide open, and his whole body was trembling. The pen in the notebook in his hand was not clamped firmly for a moment, and fell to the ground with a "click".

The four or five old professors who were sitting beside them stared at him like murderous eyes, which made him tremble in fright, and hurriedly bent over to pick it up.

"It's so noble! Noble sorrow, elegant sentimentality! This theme, this theme." The language thinking in Vice Principal Huxley's brain was a little short-circuited, and he was looking for descriptors at a high speed uncontrollably. "This theme is definitely handed down potential! My God, he actually wrote such a melody!!"

"I just thought he liked to pile up orchestrations and polyphonic textures, but I ignored that he is also a melodic genius!"

Several old professors with more rigid aesthetic preferences, who had been very restrained in their evaluation of Fanning's previous "First Symphony", suddenly fell in love with the house at the moment, and felt that the themes in his symphony were also fascinating.

The music went down for just over three minutes. Before the music entered the lyrical subtitle, Fanning tapped his baton to the ground, and the orchestra's performance stopped abruptly.

Generally speaking, the effect has come out. Although the practice score was only released at noon yesterday, the orchestra part of this concerto is technically relatively simple, and the person who drove the audience was Sheeran.

"And then?" Professor Commons stood up with a bang.

"Why don't you swing it anymore?" The old conductor looked at Fan Ning's face at this moment, with a hint of scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Professor, this band is only playing together for the first time, and I need to adjust it segment by segment." Fanning turned his face away.

"The effect is already listening, let me finish listening first." Professor Commons said eagerly.

"Yes, yes." The people around him echoed.

Such a response. Before Fanning responded, Professor Commons suddenly realized: what he said before is "favored by mainstream academic musicians", and what is "pure romantic style".
Just judging from the melody, harmony and orchestration of these few minutes, this work has already stood at the top of romanticism, and it is a stamp of the aesthetic preferences accumulated by these old academic musicians for decades. Hit it all over!
"Speaking of which, the violinist's solo level is so high, everything that should come out has come out."

"At least it won't be a problem to finish the first movement first?"

The professors continued to chatter involuntarily.

Fan Ning pointed to the record company employees who were still laying wires and racks: "Professors, have you forgotten that today's main task is this."

Fan Ning knew the expressions of these people, and he smiled knowingly: "Everyone was still saying just now that the radio station can record for more than one minute. So why continue to play? Today I just need to briefly refine the theme section for a while. Yes. It’s only a week away from the billing date on August 8. To ensure the effect, we have to release the ‘trailer’ at least three or four days before.”

Several people gradually calmed down from their unfinished emotions, and Huxley said at this time: "Everyone, do you feel that it just happened to be an experiment, an experiment that we did on our own?"

"If it is said that we guys are like being hit by an electric current when the theme comes out, we also think it is extremely noble and elegant, and when the music stops abruptly, we feel heart-wrenching, uncomfortable, and eager to hear the following development...does that mean that artists and music fans in other colleges will feel the same way when they hear it, and the mainstream music world will also be fascinated by it...?"

The eyes of several professors gradually lit up.

Huxley took a deep breath: "Why don't we just follow Calone's plan and go all out? In the past years, we have been planning the summer art festival in a regular manner. We are not the same as being far behind by the three giants of the imperial capital. This time it is better to make a surprise. Let’s see if the box office ratings can increase the advantage, if the performance quality and response can make a breakthrough, maybe it will be in the top three.”

"...With such works, at least I don't believe that the Eagles Conservatory of Music can surpass us. The worst result is to continue to take the fourth place..."

"You continue to rehearse, and the school will reimburse you for recording and delivery..." Huxley stood up, walked towards the door, and turned around when he was about to step out of the rehearsal hall. From the beginning of the first ten days, the collection of recommendation letters for Saint Lenia University will also start one after another..."

"I'm number one in the whole school..." As soon as the little girl in white dress holding the piano opened her mouth, she felt the eyes of the whole hall on her.

"Okay..." Huxley took a deep look at Fanning, and then looked at Sheeran again, "I will still write a letter of recommendation for you. As long as you confirm your intention, the school will prepare a first-class scholarship for you and try to apply for the Imperial College. Special scholarship for the arts."

Although she has become the focus of the audience, Sheeran's sense of restraint has disappeared a lot now, and she said generously in a soft voice: "Thank you, Mr. Principal."

Huxley nodded and said no more. He hurried to his office and sat down at the desk.

Principal Sternika gave him full responsibility for the work of the summer art festival. The signatures of the staff on the desk had already been prepared. As long as he confirmed the plan and signed his name, the telegram would be sent from Fort Santaram in the next moment. Spit on the desk of the Preparatory Committee of the Ministry of Culture and Media.

Despite Huxley's rational analysis of the upper and lower bounds of the lottery decision-making, this does not alleviate the sense of transgression that has been unprecedented for decades.

Once he spit out this telegram, the first thing the St. Lania Symphony Orchestra will have to bear is the huge pressure of public opinion!

"Huh... I admit that I have a gambling element..."

Huxley began to write his own name, trying to steady his unnatural handwriting.

In the following time, Fan Ning took everyone to polish the first 3 minutes of "Violin Concerto in E Minor". He was not sure when it would be broadcast on the radio at the end. It took about 90 seconds for the theme to be played, and about 3 minutes for the connecting part to be played. , from the perspective of relative integrity, they are all acceptable.

Although this short section was played repeatedly for four hours, everyone knew that their voices would be broadcast on the radio soon, and insisted on cooperating with Fanning's various requests with the utmost patience.

Fanning chose the recording service of the pickup electrode microphone. As a new technology born in the past ten years, the high and low frequencies of the sound it can capture are a milestone breakthrough compared with mechanical recording.

People can distinguish different musical instruments through different timbres. This is because playing a tone with any musical instrument is not just a fundamental tone, but will produce a "overtone series" composed of many different tones, which lead to different timbres. root cause.Due to the narrow frequency band that can be captured by old-fashioned mechanical recording, a large number of notes in the "overtone column" are lost, which makes many instruments sound nothing like it.

The price of electroacoustic recordings is ten times more expensive than mechanical recordings. Although measured by Fanning's ears accustomed to listening to CDs in his previous life, this kind of record is still "mono" and "not fidelity", but it is better than the kind of piano that does not Like pianos, brass is not like a mechanical recording of brass.

And its sound pickup range has also been greatly increased, and musicians don't have to squeeze together next to several big speakers to play.

The sound of the orchestra resounded in the hall, and the poetic signal flowed in the electronic tube, driving the electric engraving knife to vibrate endlessly, continuously carving out precise sound grooves on the film.

....
Fort Santaram, Imperial Ministry of Culture and Media, Office of the Organizing Committee for the Summer Arts Festival.

"Minister Noel, this is a summary of the concert ticket plans that have been submitted to the school."

"You can directly draft a draft later, and submit it to the editor-in-chief of "Tioleen Culture Weekly" Don Yettus."

The middle-aged gentleman in a gray formal vest and gold-rimmed glasses faced the stack of documents handed by the female secretary with both hands, and instead of taking it for reading, he pushed it back directly.

This is a routine link every year. The so-called draft is nothing more than summarizing the art education achievements of the empire every year, then introducing the schedule of this year's summer art festival, and finally announcing the ticketing time, ticket price plan and details of the concerts and art exhibitions. purchase address.

At least 80% of the content has been "copy-pasted" every year since he took office. The only thing that changes is a small piece of "highlight work" every year.

The first report will be carried out by a headline art news in the "Tioleen Culture Weekly", and then all media, large and small, will follow up. Although this is not an occasional new news, it is a part of the cultural life of the people in the empire every year. A big event with national attention.

"Okay, sir." The secretary nodded in agreement, and when he was about to disappear at the door, Noel stopped him again and asked casually.

"Have you received all the submissions? Have you adjusted the ticket price this year?...Speaking of which, the prices of various commodities have risen sharply recently."

"All the small performances during the day are collected, and there is still one short of the symphony at night. There are adjustments." The secretary replied.

"The tickets for the Royal Academy of Music have increased slightly, among which the premium ticket has changed from 12 pounds to 13 pounds... Among the repertoire they submitted is the premiere of a new work of a student symphonic poem."

"Well, it's a good thing to have a premiere. In recent years, the creative vitality of the student orchestra has been lacking... The Royal Academy of Music, as the top spot in the Imperial Student Orchestra, should take the lead in expanding." Minister Noel put down the office chair, wearing Putting on a light-shielding recuperation mask, he put his hands on the back of his head, "Go out, you can send the draft to the editor-in-chief of Yettus for proofreading, and there will be no changes after that... I will take a break."

"Okay, sir." The secretary took the order and retreated.

I don't know how long it took, just as his breathing gradually became even, there were two "dong dong" knocks on the door, and the familiar voice sounded again: "Minister Noel, excuse me."

"?? Didn't I tell you to send the proofreading directly?" The senior official's whole body bounced slightly.

"The telegram from the last school has just arrived, and their fare plan... has also changed compared to previous years." The secretary said.

The voice under the mask was a little annoyed: "Then update the draft in real time, do you have to tell me right away?"

"This, mainly...the change is a bit...big..." The secretary's voice was cautious, "So, uh... I don't know if there will be any over-reaction from the media when we send it out, although we only accept reports, not approvals. The power rests with the school, but I always feel... It would be better to ask you?"

"How big can it be? I remember that in the past, those bands that were out of the top three were all 6 pounds for VIP tickets, so change it to 7 pounds? 8 pounds? Or just 9 pounds? Which school is it? Just let them adjust it?"

The secretary couldn't help but look at the telegram in his hand a few more times, knowing that there was no such possibility in black and white, but at this moment, he seemed to be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and was extremely worried that he would make a mistake and cause an oolong to disturb the minister's rest.

After she reconfirmed that her eyes were not blurred, she spoke cautiously again:
"Saint Lenia Symphony Orchestra... In this year's ticketing plan, the price of the VIP ticket... is 18 pounds."

Hearing this, the minister almost fell off the couch.

"What!? Are they trying to give up this year?"

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