musicians of old

Chapter 320 Symphony No. [-] in C Minor, II, III, IV
The field of vision is as hazy as frosted glass, and Kaprun gently draws a hint of two broken lines in the air.

The second movement is a mediocre allegro, and the rest interval instructed by the composer is almost enough, and the people in the audience will surely be able to forget the terrible thing that just happened.

As long as they take a few breaths of fresh air after the turbidity has dissipated, they can see the time and pictures of the past, lingering in the white mist one by one, frame by frame...

Hit the third track of the broken line, an upbeat of an incomplete measure.

The string group bowed from the E note, and slowly played the dance theme of "Leandre" in A-flat major.

Simple and innocent dance steps, warm melody like a song, and carefree ballads.

Perhaps it can also be called the theme of "memory in a moment".

Looking back at certain moments, they will be fleeting at the next intersection.

"You attended the funeral of someone close to you. It's usually a deceased person, an old friend, a person who died well, or a heroic figure you admired. It's better to have appropriate sentimental sadness or a touch of gloom and melancholy."

Roy, who was playing, thought so too.

She remembered that on the day of Bassani's condolences, after Fanning finished playing the keyboard variation on the altar, with a faint smile, she turned her cheek to look at the audience, and looked at herself specifically.

"Maybe on the way home, a picture of a warm moment suddenly appeared in your mind, like a ray of bright sunshine, a ray of refreshing breeze, without any clouds and fog, so you may remember what happened just now. Almost forgotten, briefly forgotten."

She thought of the return from the funeral, the next moment when he turned around in the procession when the coffin was buried and a new monument was erected.

There are stars in the eyes.

"It may be influenced by some predecessors. A-flat major always reminds me of worldly things, warm, nostalgic and warm. So in the second movement, I want to write some common romantic sounds, with a more pastoral style. worldly way."

She thought of the back seat of the car, he stretched out his hand to hold the roof rail and explained to himself, he was smiling at that time, the top button of his shirt was undone, his hair and cuffs were blowing in the wind, and the lights were shining outside the window Pass, like a shuttle, like a shooting star.

Somewhat unfair.

I observed so carefully, but I didn't know where he was looking at the end. Driving so fast alone, he must look ahead.

The stack of handkerchiefs is still in the car, so you will always have one more thing that you haven't returned to me.

The 39th bar, the second part, also starts weakly, starting with the cool g-sharp minor.

The French horn was whimpering slightly, and the conductor on the stage gave a few prompts to enter without any trace, and pieces of string triplets were imitated one by one among the parts.

The sound of the bow string rubbing has been ringing, transparent and light, like the coolness of the summer night breeze after a long time.

"When I live, death doesn't exist; when I die, I don't exist. So death has nothing to do with me."

Under the background of the carpet-like acoustics, Kaprun instructed the clarinet to present a melody as long as a horn, and then he thought of Si Lei, the ancient philosopher who wrote epic poems, as if he had said such a sentence.

But he always felt that he had some objections to this, and he always felt that this was talking about him.

——Death has nothing to do with the deceased himself, so the thoughts of relatives, old friends, and loved ones have nothing to do with him?
The horn melody of the clarinet was quietly switched to the flute in the middle.

Special timbre contrast, I can't figure out the problem.

The band's repeated patterns became intermittent, and the second violin played a single note hesitantly.

The theme of the "Leandre" dance in A-flat major is reproduced.

Looking back at certain moments, fleeting at the next intersection, but this time the audience heard and saw something new.

When the ballad was sung again, Roy led the cello group, breathed deeply, and at the same time uttered another touching melody.

The dead old man, he is still there, he can hear him, and he will respond to his nostalgia in the dark.

The audience felt a sweet soreness passing through their nasal passages.

"The me after death, I am still there, I can hear it, and I will respond to the person I miss in the dark."

Kaplan smiled quietly and paddled.

Xilan, who played the first theme of nostalgia, heard the deep bass on the opposite side corresponding to it, and couldn't help but shed two lines of tears when he vibrated the strings.

This is really great. In those days, the sun can still shine brightly on the conductor on the stage.

It would be great if you came to listen to it. You don’t come to listen to anything you write yourself.

The burst of fff, the mysterious staccato triplet poured out again.

The composer performed in a Dionysian way of paying tribute to the music saint who had touched him. Under the playful surface, there was a deep passion for life and a compassionate thought that made the audience cry.

Kaprun tore his arms out of the pain again, driving the cold horn of the wind instrument to rise fiercely from the carpet-like sound flow.

Why cry for part of life, not for all life.

He couldn't see those players, but he could hear those low-pitched songs under the starry night sky, sometimes joyful, sometimes tender, and sometimes desolate.

The theme of the third dance music reappeared, and all the string groups put down their bows and held the instruments horizontally in their arms.

Pizzicato, too light, without any weight, the color starts to fade.

There is no need to bear the heavy thoughts, and the bowstring plays the theme again to show the last ray of nostalgia.

Looking back at some moments, the next intersection is a vast expanse of whiteness.

The arpeggios of the two harps are as clear as water, and the song ends.

The audience and the musicians looked at Kaprun from different perspectives and stood there feeling lost.

He still supported the railing of the podium with both hands.

It turns out that the feeling of blindness is like this. After the colors, lights and lines disappear, it is not pitch black, but a complete nothingness, just like imagining trying to see things with the back of the head.

The condition of the ears is still good, but the body is a little tired.

The musicians stared at Kaprun more worriedly than the audience, and they could still take a breather after the first and second movements, but they knew that Fanning’s instructions at the end of the third and fourth movements were all "non-stop and immediately Start the next movement."

This means that from the time he hits the next bat, he needs to direct for more than 50 minutes continuously.

He felt uncomfortable from the cold sweat on his neck and cuffs, fumbled for a handkerchief and wiped it off, then raised his baton again.

"The first essence of conducting is clarity, stability, and accuracy. You have to remember that no matter whether the mood is happy or sad, whether the strength is weak or strong, it is irresponsible for the musician to swing the racket without readability."

So the trembling arm stabilized after a few seconds.

"Boom, boom!—" "Boom, boom!—"

Two groups of timpani powerful fourth-degree hammering, followed by a sustained low-pitched percussion.

Bassoon, clarinet and alto oboe began to superimpose the persistent ornamental rhythm pattern, and then the sixteenth notes of the string group slowly spread out a flowing scene.

The third movement, in C minor, Scherzo.

"The ballad full of nostalgia, warmth and joyful sunshine ends in a hurry, and people always wake up from daydreams and return to the muddled real life."

Capron's eyes have lost focus, resting casually in front of the band, swinging with precision like a machine.

"There are endless boring sports, the hustle and bustle of almost no time, and the repetition of life, which makes people shudder when they are numb"

So until the 67th bar, the piccolo, clarinet and bassoon are weak, and the oboe is accompanied by a stubborn ornament.

Scherzo theme, chant "Saint Janin of Puntua preaches to the fish".

The character of the music here is still not very hasty, and it seems to be full of a certain sense of leisure and life.

But if the audience feels the details carefully, they can foreseeably see the endless chaos and danger behind.

Kaprun thought back to the time when he stayed at the Poethus Hotel in Fort Santa Lambert last year.

He once stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows during his break, looking at the rows of lights from the high windows opposite.

It was like watching a crowd in a dazzling ballroom, and watching them from the darkness of the outside world, hearing sounds that were fast, distorted, and disorienting.

Uneasy anxious sounds began to appear from time to time under his command.

Mocking, irony, questioning.

Sometimes it's a nervous repetition or staccato, sometimes it's an accent that shakes people out of numbness, sometimes it's a parallel third or a parallel three chords suddenly superimposed and then suddenly left, like ghostly things scurrying among the crowd.

Some melodies flow in the expected direction, but reverse unexpectedly and unexpectedly.

The fish happily listened to the sermon, and then dispersed, chasing their prey until the "disaster" came.

A more intense dizziness hit the audience in the symphony hall like a hammer.

They feel dizzy.

The number of bars in several parts of the composer was written extremely unevenly.

The segments are getting shorter and shorter, but all kinds of materials are squeezed in desperately under Kaplan's gestures.

He who was in command felt that he wanted to yell for no reason.

The sense of disillusionment is obviously nothingness, but the fear of death is too dense to breathe.

He opened his arms wide as if venting, stood on tiptoes, and a sound door that was completely unfamiliar and dangerous was suddenly pushed open.

"boom!--"

The percussionists in the back row picked up the big mallet and swung it towards the cymbals, bass drum and timpani. Twenty or thirty brass pipes raised their heads and blew strong dissonant chords, accompanied by the band's sinister chromatic progression. group.

The tide receded wave by wave, the unexamined exercise ended in exhaustion, the big gong was struck at the end, the musicians did not choose to stop the sound, the low hum continued for a long time, and the disturbing warning hovered in the air.

At this moment, the woodwind section turned to the right, behind the harp, a girl in a plain white dress stood up.

"Oh, little red rose!"

Four notes in D-flat major, Zhijian's [-] triatonic scale, slowly sang from the mouth of this excellent mezzo-soprano selected in the chorus.

For the fourth movement, The First Light, Fanning instructed that it should be "plain but deeply majestic".

Trumpets, French horns and bassoons responded with solemn chant.

When things come to this point, there is finally a tendency to separate from the human world.

The solemn funeral of a giant, the inextricable recollection of the past, the dangerous, chaotic and unrestrained movement... Kaprun felt that his pain was increasing instead of decreasing, but he calmed down unexpectedly.

Tranquil pain?This kind of description, this kind of experience, is really...uncommon.

"The world is in great trouble!
People live in great pain! "

Singing in C-sharp minor, the girl's voice is gentle and pious, and the string music is quietly playing as a foil below.

"I'd rather choose to live in heaven!
I would rather choose to live in heaven! "

Even the struggle in the underlying plot is temporarily dispelled at this moment.

Only the longing for redemption is revealed nakedly.

Kaprun's figure was already a little stooped, he closed his cloudy eyes, his lips trembled violently but no sound was heard, only his right arm was gently driving the beat.

"Ding, dong." "Ding, dong."

The music shifted to B-flat minor, with the crisp bells of the celesta and harp, and the thick nasal whimpering triplets of the clarinet.

"I walk on a broad path,
An angel came and tried to send me back. "The mezzo-soprano sang slowly.

Sheeran's violin played, and the response was deep and sad, and the illusory scene of paradise seemed to be more and more within reach of the audience.

"No, I don't want to be sent back to the human world!

No, I don't want to be sent back to the world! "

The mezzo-soprano girl suddenly shook her head in pain, and her tonality underwent complex and drastic changes.

She is longing for it, she is pleading desperately.

Xi Lan rubbed the strings slowly, the singing behind her made her feel uneasy, and her memory overflowed like a tide.

She remembered Fanning's commentary on "The First Light" in "The Horn" when he visited Ms. Hamilton, and the funeral in the freezing winter morning, when he listened to the choir's "Pastor Ode" Tears.

He said that he has been passionately fantasizing about the existence of redemption, so that those who miss the dead and those who fear the future can still look at this spiritual garden.

"I came from the Radiance and will return to the Radiance,
Dear primordial light will open a ray of light to me,
Light up my eternally happy life! "The girl sang the last stanza of "The First Light."

Yes, at least you can wish yourself so piously, such a fantasy wish like a bubble.

Kaplan also agreed in his heart.

Before the moment when the world changes color, the jingle of the harp is still soft and ethereal in this brief introductory movement.

But he felt like resting.

After directing on stage for nearly an hour, he felt uncomfortable wearing this suit, like waking up with a high fever and sweating at night, or getting into the quilt directly after a long-distance marathon. The clothes and skin all over his body were cold and muddy. Do not want to have the slightest friction touch.

It would be nice if I could take a clean bath, or just lie down for a while.

But Kaprun knew very well that even if it was a chair behind him now, he couldn't sit down.

Then you won't be able to stand up again.

He remembered what a shocking scene he saw when he turned over the score "Initial Light" and came to the next page.

Before the chorus is introduced at the beginning, there are a full 32 lines of staves.The orchestration acronym on the left and the numbers of the assigned voices are packed!
So, final chapter, let's begin.

The turbid eyes opened suddenly, started to shoot, and swung down!

The last basket of residual fuel squeezed out was thrown into the raging fire without hesitation!
(End of this chapter)