musicians of old

Chapter 675 The dance drama begins!
"So do you think this guy is really out of shape recently?" Roy held the wine glass in his hand and shook it to the right, lowering his voice.

"Didn't he write 'Adagio'? I think it's very good." Sheeran asked doubtfully.

"My mother asked him at the beginning if he wanted to make an introduction and say a few words to everyone. Everyone was looking forward to it, but he just said something like 'leave it to the music itself'," Roy continued in a low voice helplessly, "You said he has participated in quite a few salons, but his lines haven't changed at all. It was the same when he first premiered Death and the Maiden in the small town of Haval in Ufrancel. No, it seems that he said more that time."

"But he is actively receiving treatment. Maybe he will be more lively and cheerful later." After taking a few sips of sparkling wine, Xilan's cheeks turned slightly red.

"What are you talking about?" Fanning asked.

"Nothing." The two waved their hands.

"The next performance will be broadcast soon." Fanning pointed to the center of the banquet hall where the altar had lifted up the light and shadow. "Hmm, 'The Rite of Spring', let's give it a listen. This Scheler, even though his recommendation ranking is lower than mine, he might be a dark horse that tops the Harvest Art Festival this time."

"You know you're still not paying attention." Roy felt that this man was really angry and funny. "If someone else was running Turner Cinemas, someone with a narrow mind would probably not give him this opportunity to broadcast worldwide. When Scheller arrives in San Pereto, we should also get in touch with him and get to know him. Understanding competitors can help us understand ourselves better."

"Mr. Fanning knew Mr. Scheller before." Director Walter popped his head out from a sofa in the back row. "I forgot, ladies, it was Mr. Fanning who helped me get the position in the Old Symphony Orchestra."

In the light and shadow of the radio broadcast, conductor Scheller, who was wearing a white cotton shirt, which was completely different from his black tuxedo style, had already entered the venue, and Walter quickly put his head back.

Well, my situation is complicated anyway. On one side I am a teacher, on the other side I am a boss, and on the other side I am a church. It is not a bad thing for anyone to reach the top. Walter thought so in his heart.

He also had many expectations for this poem "The Rite of Spring".

At this time, the lights in the dance team area above the orchestra pit had not been turned on yet. It was pitch black and no scenery or costumes could be seen. Everyone's attention was temporarily focused on the conductor and musicians.

The orchestra pit was a little crowded, and the projection of the "camera" was not complete, so everyone could only see the upper body of Scheller, who was wearing a white cotton shirt.

He leaned casually against the wall of the orchestra pit and made a gesture to the leader of the bassoon.

“Woo-woo-woo~ woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-”

The bassoon played a simple and desolate solo horn, lingering in a very high range for this instrument.

"The Rite of Spring" Act I, The Worship of the Earth, Part I, Introduction!
"What's going on? Why is it written like this at the beginning? The melody of the bassoon is already in the second group of fast notes?"

"Where did you learn this Scheler's instrumentation method?"

There are many academic or religious composers who can't help but mutter in their hearts the next second. This is almost an instinctive reaction.

You know, the bassoon is the bass instrument in the woodwind section!

Looking at the musician's face full of fear and discomfort while he was playing, you can realize how outrageous the beginning of Scheler's "The Rite of Spring" is!
But after listening for a few more seconds, they had to admit that the melody was indeed very well written, but they had never thought of using the instrumentation in this way before!

It seems like it was "squeezed" out!
The hazy and unfamiliar melody instantly brings people into the silent valley of prehistoric times, and the whole introduction is also paved with a dreamlike, fantastic and absurd meaning!

"That's not right. It's still not right."

“这个节拍是什么情况？”众人发现，明明就是一个4/4拍的旋律，这个舍勒却非要把它写到2/4、3/4拍换着来的小节里面去.
The entire introduction is full of humming woodwind instruments, without any string instruments.
You have to know that during the Romantic period, one of the most important tastes people developed was the singing quality of music!
In a symphony orchestra, this is largely shaped by the silky sound of the violins.

But now, no!

The entire overture or introduction to the first act is just a large woodwind ensemble.

Some listeners around the world began to feel uneasy about this kind of music, while others showed a hint of anticipation!
Could it be that Scheele was also preparing to try out a piece of modern music in the warm-up session? The Marquise in the salon pondered in her heart.

Well, this is a strategy. Many contenders plan to play it safe during the “Seven Days Celebration” and establish their victory with works in the style of late Romanticism. However, in the early warm-up stage, in order to attract attention, they will try some “risky” options, such as adding modern techniques!
But Scheler? Wasn't he famous for writing beautiful love songs, or his sweeping, all-encompassing "poems of awakening"?
Which modern school does this "Rite of Spring" imitate?
With the addition of other woodwind parts, the melodies began to distort.

Either it is dragged into the quagmire of strange harmonic relationships, or it presents a more ancient and unfamiliar temperament, or it circles around a few intervals and fails to achieve traditional development.
Another repetition of the introduction theme.

Then the background becomes quiet, with only a series of clumsy tremolos from the woodwinds as the background.

A few unsettling plucks are heard, and for the first time the string section is clearly heard entering.

Then, there was a series of clarinet notes that glided by like a ghost.

The silence continued, and the clumsy bassoon trill continued.

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At the end of the introduction, even more restless string tremolo appears.

A crescendo of pull--

"Shoot-"

Above the orchestra pit, the stage curtain finally opens!

Behind him is a landscape oil painting by the southern continental "Fauvism" painter Fu Lude. The colors are primitive and bright, the three-dimensional relationship between light and shadow is blurred, and strange and high-pitched emotions are conveyed between the brushstrokes: the pink sky, the valley dotted with green, the low-profile trees
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Schele made a chopping gesture, and all the string musicians straightened their bodies, repeatedly moving the bows to strike the strings with their right hands. There was no upward bowing, only downward bowing, and the whole orchestra pit burst into the sound of strong beats!
Among the actors who were lying on the stage, a group of female actors jumped up first.

They formed a circle and started to step and dance!
Act I, Part II, the harbinger of spring, the wheel dance!
Several chords of completely different natures, which should have been presented according to "harmonic progression" in the original context, were superimposed on each other at the same time, forming an extremely sharp and rough explosion!
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Coupled with irregular rhythm patterns and accent marks, it results in a completely "misplaced" and "chaotic" effect on the auditory sense!

The dance moves were performed, but the accompanying music had no melody at all, only the dizzying beats of the heavy beats!

Moreover, after circling around like this for a few times, the audience finally saw the dancers' full makeup.

It’s just that this makeup style is a little hard to digest for a while.
The clothes are dirty, made of rough material, some are grayish white, some are white and khaki, and some are white and khaki red. They wear grass-leaf headbands and several thin braids that drag down to their waists. Looking down, even one of the most beautiful parts of female ballet dancers - white stockings and slender feet - is covered with dirty netting.

They had pale powder on their faces, and some even put on blush!