musicians of old

Chapter 412 The fifth movement The angel told me (3): The vast starlight (two in one)

At this time, Fan Ning saw An Zai lightly touching his face with his sleeve from the corner of his eye.

He didn't continue to play for a while, and raised his head with a questioning expression.

The girl with the same cheerful smile was nodding and winking at herself.

"Boom!—"

So Fanning sank his left hand, which had already been placed on the octave E key in the bass area.

Summer ([-]), "The Holy River".

The slow bass progression of whole notes and half notes is like church bells beating heavily again and again.

Immediately, his right hand played a dotted rhythmic melody that alternated in length and length, first from top to bottom, and then circled back up again, like waves on the surface of a river.

"In the sparkling light of the holy river,

Reflecting the towering towers of the cathedral.

There is a picture in the church,
painted on golden cloth,

In the desert of my life,

Its light always illuminates me. "

It is also a confession of heart in summer, but the emotion is no longer drunk and hot as before.

The tone of the song leans towards solemnity and admiration.

The melody sung by An has a moderate range, restrained ups and downs, and almost no temporary ups and downs.

But for some reason, only eight bars before, Fanning heard her voice vibrate a few times invisibly.

This has never appeared in the tug-of-war competition for such a long time before.

It was only later that the previous stable and clear texture was slowly restored.

The low-pitched piano accompaniment rendered a majestic and majestic city, and images emerged from the audience's mind one by one. As the singing progressed, the music gradually shifted to a major key, and the sacred worship also turned into delicate murmurs and admiration.

"By my adored icon,
Flowers bloom, angels fly;

And those brows, lips and cheeks,

Exactly like the one I love! "

Under the guidance of Fanning's finger legato, the dotted melody makes the slightly undulating and quieter image of the river gradually fade away.

"Have you noticed how short this set of repertoire is?"

"Indeed, the first one minute is already very short, and there are only a few tens of seconds left behind! This two minutes is already the longest..."

When they heard the sixth song, some judges began to realize this.

"But have you noticed that his piano suffix is ​​very important. After singing, the accompaniment is no longer an accompaniment but a solo... The piano continues to render the background of the work, as a supplement to the musical form, and even as a whole A summary of the first work, which makes up for the audience's unfinished question..."

"So the time is short, but the amount of information is not small. This Scheler does not repeat meaningless melodies or lyrics at all. Every second has new music materials, or new emotional changes!"

They took advantage of the long gap freely extended at the end of the sixth song, and communicated softly with the people around them.

“I think many songs written by other people can no longer be listened to”

"This divertimento is completely different from "The Beautiful Mill Girl". It is not connected by narrative logic, but emotional logic!"

"That's right, its text is entirely emotional, and I've never been overwhelmed by such strong emotions!"

The audience also commented and expressed their feelings.

The text of "A Poet's Love" comes from Heine's collection of poems "Lyric Interlude". From the word "Interlude", it can be seen that each of its poems is very short, and it is not for the purpose of stating the materialized plot, but for symbolic , line drawing or lyrical techniques to achieve great emotional appeal.

Everything serves emotions.

Schumann obviously grasped this feature accurately. He chose the notation form and the single-segment form in the musical structure. Song".

In other words, after the presentation of the material and the release of emotions, the end will be over, and there will only be tens of seconds!It's not like some crappy composers and lyricists who continue to repeat needlessly or insert interludes to make up three or four minutes!

This kind of extremely free and easy and extremely concise emotional expression undoubtedly hit the aesthetic heart of these southern people.

Fanning's right hand began to strike a continuous bar of C major chords.

The bass area enters the low octave of two beats and one note. Against this background, the right hand has been hitting the continuous "bang bang bang bang".

"Even with a broken heart, I hold no grudges!
Even with a broken heart, I hold no grudges!
Love is gone forever, I hold no grudges!
Though the jewels shine and bestow splendor, there is not a ray of light that can penetrate your night-like heart..."

Xia Tian ([-]), "I Don't Hate You Even When My Heart Is Broken".

It's a simple C major key, but Miss Nightingale sang it with a sad but not sad feeling.

Especially in the protracted "Herz——" (heart) syllable, the melody has a special, depressing temporary A-flat. When she sang here, she smiled recklessly on her face, but her eyelashes were glittering, bitter. It's the heart-wrenching audience.

"Even with a broken heart, I hold no grudges!
I really dreamed of you, I saw the dark night in your heart, I saw a poisonous snake bite your heart;

I have seen, how sad it is,

But I hold no grudges! "

The texture of this song is very special, and the whole song is performed with the percussion sound of the right hand.

The pillar chords with ">" accent marks under Fanning's fingers are like a hammer that keeps beating, trying to break the poet's heart before it stops!

With this kind of music processing, some listeners who are sensitive, easy to feel sad or have a heart of love can't wait to pick up this Scheler from the piano, and ask why he is so decisive and ruthless!

Fortunately, this song also ended very quickly. Fanning pressed the pedal with a shaking method, and then played a very light and fast 32nd group of unison repetitions with both hands.

Summer's last song, "If That Tiny Flower Knows".

The clear and smooth vibrato under his fingertips, like the stars in the sky, are shining faintly.

Then the girl sang a slender, weak and beautiful ballad with the hidden legato lines in it:
"If Xiaohua knew how much my heart hurts,

They will cry with me and ease my pain.

If the nightingale knew how sad I am,
They cheer me up and make me sing.

If the golden star knew my pain,

They will come down from heaven and speak comforting words to me—”

Flowers, nightingales, stars, these ordinary things in the eyes of the poet, all become "small and fragile" things, which is enough to show how fragile and sensitive his state is at this time.

But when the vocal melody was about to end, under Fan Ning’s fast-running fingertips, five super-strong symbols (sf) were suddenly played without warning, as if the protagonist’s grief and indignation erupted like a volcanic version at this moment !

"It's a pity they don't know!
Only one person understands my sadness,

It was she who took my heart,

Tear it in half! ! ! "

Listening to Miss Nightingale singing the last stanza, many audience members couldn't help closing their eyes and looking up, leaning back on their seats, opening their mouths slightly, breathing in the air.

This Scheler's effort to mobilize emotions really makes people feel uncomfortable...

Before "The Beautiful Mill Girl", no matter what the follow-up is, at least the 11th "Belongs to Me" in the middle, the music and poetry content is still very happy and joyful.

It's only the 8th song "Summer" and it's like this, who knows what he can do after that! ?

In fact, "The Poet's Love" was very subtle during Schumann's creation period. 1840 was the year of love when he and Clara entered the marriage hall and the year of music creation, so many people took it for granted that this work was "The crystallization of inspiration full of happiness and joy"...

But in fact, the two got married in September, and this work was completed in May, when Schumann separated from his lover, the reunion was uncertain, the external resistance was heavy, and the heart was suffering the most!

It is entirely conceivable how a pessimistic, melancholy and sensitive artist would worry about gains and losses when creating this work, and what kind of rough and poignant situation he would put himself into.

Autumn is coming, the ninth piece, "The Flute Is Playing, The Sound of the Qin is Melodious".

"Boom—boom—boom—" "Boom——boom—"

It sounds like a "solo version" waltz work. As soon as the music starts in 3/8 time, Fanning's right hand plays the ups and downs of sixteenths in the treble area, and at the same time, the left hand uses the vigorous Pillar chords strike a distinct dance rhythm.

"The flute is playing, the violin is melodious,

The trumpet beeps;
At the wedding ball she danced,

She is all the love in my heart. "

This is a dance song depicting a wedding scene. The monophonic melody lines running smoothly on the top are like the fluttering music played by flutes and violins, while the lower parts seem to let people hear the drums of "dong dong dong".

But the tonality is D minor with a bleak color.

Unlike the accompaniment melody that flows up and down, Miss Nightingale's vocals fluctuate but are not active, and the rhythm and range are always within the restrained range.

The flames danced in the air, and the musical instruments intertwined, how lively and joyful it was.

However, the human voice has never been integrated into the accompaniment, and it is in a state of being separated from the excitement.

"The bells are ringing, the trumpets are roaring,

The oboes blow, the drums beat,
Cute little angel amidst the noise...

But weeping quietly. "

Miss Nightingale was still smiling, but there were two shallow marks on her cheeks, which were clear under the reflection of the stage lights.

In the music written by the teacher, is the poet who sings the ballad and the poet who attends the ball really the master of the wedding?
The sound of the flute was playing, the sound of the piano was melodious, and the sound of the trumpets and drums was booming. The audience felt that their thoughts were rising from the banquet.

They seemed to smell the perfume of the grand event and the smell of burning flames, heard the bells on New Year's Eve, and saw the beautiful fireworks blooming in the night sky and people running and dancing while pulling ribbons.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

The cute little angel is crying...

"What to do, she seems to be really crying!"

"It's just a competition. You can come again next year. Miss Nightingale is still so young."

Music fans were really stunned when they saw the tears on the girl's face.

Many people picked up the extinguished bouquets that they had broken off long ago, waving in vain with pity and regret.

Even many judges are doing this action.

At the end, the exhausted human voice melted in the music, but Fanning's hands still played the cheerful waltz, and gradually turned into a descending sweet chromatic whirlwind.

"You haven't participated in the experience, how do you know how important it is to her?"

"What did Scheler write? I'm really convinced..."

"I want you to follow me to vote, you fucking listen to the peachy songs so hard, it's almost over, why pretend to regret it!"

"It's all your fault for making the lovely Miss Nightingale cry!!!"

The huge open-air opera hall, which has always been enthusiastic but still polite, gradually appeared voices of discussions and quarrels after the ninth poignant piece "The Flute Is Playing, The Music of the Piano is Melodious".

The music naturally didn't stop there.

Fan Ning's accompaniment changed from the warm and smooth before to become scattered, tangled, slow and feeble. Miss Nightingale was still singing. Although the tears were still wet, she still had a calm and cheerful smile on her face, earnestly expressing the music written by the teacher on the music score. every instruction.

In the song "When I Hear the Lover's Song", the poet heard a ballad sung by his lover, and his lovesickness suddenly collapsed like a bank, and his sadness turned into tears.And in "A Boy Falls in Love with a Girl", the poet narrates a folktale in a sarcasm, expressing that the lover will regret if he misses such a good self, but this kind of irony is precisely the poet's fragile heart. Hole proof.

So it came to the last song of autumn, "On a Sunny Garden Morning".

Fanning continued to play the falling sixteenth notes in the upper part, and continued with the long-duration dotted quarter notes, just like the morning dew condensed and swirled on the leaves, and then finally fell at a certain moment. It fell to the ground and turned into a pool of crystal clear water.

"One fine morning, I was walking in the garden,
Hua'er murmured vigorously, I was still walking quietly,

Hua'er muttered all the time, looking at me with sympathy:
'Don't be mad at us sisters, you pale, melancholy lad'! "

The piece depicts the poet strolling in the garden in the morning, trying to forget the former lover.

The last autumn day.

Miss Nightingale's voice is as small and light as a whispered self-report, and the strength combination of crescendo and decrescendo appears alternately, as if colorful flowers are whispering, pitying the poet's tragic love that cannot be answered.

Intermittent sighs and quarrels have been heard from the auditorium since the ninth song.

The contents are all the same.

Master Luckert has not looked up for a long time.

His hand holding the pen was propped up on his forehead and stared at the table. Under the complex and regretful mood, he felt that his whole body was being pulled by an invisible and heavy net, unable to lift his neck.

Until the exclamations scattered in several places in the distance interrupted the people's babble and complaints, and suddenly pierced into the sound of the piano and singing.

"Why did it start to light up again?"

"Me too! What's going on!?"

"Everything is on, everything is on!!!"

The singing didn't stop, and Luke stood up abruptly.

All 48 judges stood up.

Miss Renilla, who had been bored, yawned and waited for the end, also stood up with her body covered in flames, and looked down the stage in shock.

It was originally dark, and only the seats or the ground in the corner of the bright clothes of the audience could be seen clearly occasionally. The bouquets that everyone either discarded or held in their hands all regained their faint light!
It wasn't the red that was distributed at the beginning, it was only the bright white at first.

But then it gradually took on a little buff.

At a glance, it is like a vast glimmer of light in the dark night sky full of stars!

(End of this chapter)