musicians of old

Chapter 681 It’s hard to say

"Heretical, absolutely heretical!"

"How on earth did this Scheele come up with the idea of ​​developing these exotic timbres!?"

Opponents are cursing, while admirers are admiring.

Let's not talk about the obscure things like ancient music, let's talk about the wind instruments that everyone is familiar with - the purpose of installing a mute on a wind instrument is of course to get a weaker volume, making it softer and hazy, right? But in "The Rite of Spring", it is played with a strong force!

Playing with the intensity of fff, but with a mute! ?
How come I, who has been playing instrumental music for twenty or thirty years, have never thought of this?

The tearing tone superimposed on the strings brings a more urgent and tense auditory experience.

"It's just a dance performed by a makeshift troupe."

Looking at the dancers who looked exhausted, many opponents criticized and ridiculed them mercilessly.

"No! The actors are acting out their exhaustion! And the whole ballet really exhausts them, and the audience can feel it directly!"

"Performing to exhaustion? Exhaustion still requires 'performing'? Haha, this can also be 'washed', just 'wash' it forcefully."

There are always people looking for new points of attack, and there are always people who fight back in an instant, and then the two sides confront each other again with swords drawn. In some emotional occasions, the accompanying physical conflict becomes inevitable.

"How can it not be considered a performance? The dancers did not hide their fatigue behind smiling masks, but clearly expressed it through a series of details such as heavy breathing and trembling limbs! The unrestrained bodies practiced a process with strong conflicts and stimulation, which demonstrated this ballet in a very 'physical' way: the knowledge about origin and vitality, the knowledge about senses, and the knowledge about endlessness. Almost everyone present had a personal experience of the metaphorical secrets in it!"

"I have seen such a 'wonderful argument' again. Haha, this may be the common feature of the sophistry of 'modern art', which always needs to be deconstructed, always needs to be explained, and is always accompanied by a bunch of made-up terms and the subsequent iterative interpretations, turning the clumsy exposure into a carefully designed 'intentional'."

"Sophistry? Maybe. That's because every time something new appears in history, there will always be a group of moralists who attack it! If you don't organize your thoughts and express your opinions to defend your ideas, you will strangle them in the cradle!"

“Although it hurts, let’s tell the truth! Some old-fashioned and conservative people shouldn’t talk about art today! Art is a bridge between imagination and reality. It discusses the future! It is all kinds of possibilities!!”

"what!!"

"Stop talking so much, beat him up!!"

Limbs are in conflict with each other, and the tension of the harmony is finally pushed to a dangerous level close to chaos in the "Sacrificial Dance". Some chord structures that should only be temporary and secondary in the traditional context become the main factors that appear for a long time here!

A large number of overlapping chords burst out like a storm. Whether they are the traditional 1-4-6-5, or only a half-tone apart, or a "devil's interval" of an augmented fourth, they can all be overlapped at this moment! Ignoring the beginning, development, transition and ending, they are directly overlapped together! Becoming a violent collection!
“Bang!” “Bang!”

Amid the increasingly wild music, Su Luo, who played the role of the "chosen girl", collapsed in exhaustion!

The rapidly descending chromatic scale and percussion sounds at the end of the sentence overlap with the sound of her falling to the ground.

Then the background of the Fauvist painting dissipates, the scenery disappears, and the lights go out.

The picture freezes at the moment when a group of dancers lift up the fallen Suluo, and Scheller and the musicians in the orchestra pit all raise the batons or instruments they can, and salute the "chosen girl" from a distance!
The curtain is drawn!

“Bravo!!!” “Foolish!!!” The audience’s voices of praise for the performance and condemnation for the performance were mixed together.

But for the actors behind the curtain who are isolated from the outside world, it seems that they cannot get any further feedback on all this.

"Is this gone?"

“Why isn’t this curtain drawn?”

"What's going on? The conductor doesn't even take the audience to the curtain call?"

The audience looked at each other.

No matter whether they were preparing to pay tribute to Scheler or waiting for him to come up and denounce him face to face, they were always looking forward to going on stage to take their bow.

But this
Isn't this too casual?
Are you afraid of being scolded?
The audience at the premiere in the South Continent were stunned, and the audiences around the world whose “broadcast projections” were “clicked” were also stunned!!

Of course, even if your brain is stuck, the desire to "complain" will not be extinguished because you have no place to vent it!
Now there is no worry about "being performed", and the etiquette that I was a little bit worried about before is now completely gone.
After being stunned for half a minute to two or three minutes, the audience began to criticize each other with even greater passion!
Even in the most restrained setting - the salon banquet hall where the Marchioness of McAdam was at the moment, small but fierce arguments began to be heard one after another!
According to the salon's arrangement, after the performances of "Adagio" and "The Rite of Spring", wasn't there supposed to be a "discussion" session on the topic of modern art?

Just in time, just in time!
"Carlon, I feel like, uh, the situation is not good." Shilan looked around worriedly.

It seemed as if in a corner, among a group of people, a guest had slammed the table with his hand, knocking over all the wine glasses.

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Also, not many people noticed his actions, because similar things might have happened to other people.
Xilan looked at Fanning first, but seeing that Fanning looked nonchalant, she could only turn to Roy and say, "Senior, uh, your salon should not have had any fighting incidents, right?"

"That's a good question." Roy also had an expression of "I've never seen such a thing before". She sighed and said, "Before, if someone quarreled in our salon, it would have been on the news. But now, there has been a fight at the Turner Cinema's concert, and it will be on the headlines the next day, no, tonight. So if there is another fight in the McAdam family's salon, it will at best only be on the second line of the news column."

"Sir, Madam, please stop arguing!"

Sure enough, as soon as Roy finished speaking, a loyal and dedicated servant of the family issued a useless dissuasion.

"It's not a question of whether to quarrel or not, you know? If I don't make things clear with him today, I won't go back!"

"No, the third row." Fan Ning suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Roy turned his head in surprise.

This guy has been acting lazy lately, and his brain circuits are very strange, and his reaction time is very long.
"The third line of the news column." Fan Ning said again.

"Oh," Roy, holding a glass of wine, couldn't help but feel a little amused, "This is your prediction. The fight at the Rite of Spring concert is the first line, and the fight in my salon is the third line. Well, then what do you think is the second line?"

"That's not clear." Fan Ning took the initiative to hand the cup of water far away and gently bumped it into Roy's hand.

"Ding--"

Fanning's choice of words and sentences is a bit strange: "The Harvest Festival is bound to produce a few talented people. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and everyone wants to make a big news. This "Rite of Spring" is a relatively big one, but it's hard to say whether it can occupy the first place in all major news sections."