musicians of old

Chapter 875 Nighttime Ramblings (Part 1): Inheritance
This sense of powerlessness and regret may be strikingly similar to the harsh reality of the collapse of the foundations of art and the decline of civilization throughout the world today.

“Master Fan, didn’t you say that those people are no match for you? Why bother leading them? Just sign up for a piano program and play it yourself. That would be much more impressive.”

"My assessment is that he's not as good as helping us rank up."

"Exactly, at least I can cover up corns and eyelids!"

The internet cafe was filled with smoke, and the sounds of keyboards and mice clattered and clicked.

"Get lost, stop arguing, you guys play another round." Fan Ning stared intently at the screen.

"Three consecutive losses, bro!"

"I believe in you, you can definitely do it in five consecutive losses."

"Thank you so much, bro!"

My friends are wailing.

The computer in front of Fan Ning had a battle platform icon hanging below the desktop running bar, but the main content was not the game screen. Instead, it switched to a browser with a bunch of text data and musical scores.

There were even densely packed foreign characters twisting and flashing.

"To break free from dependence on the piano, one must rely entirely on cultivating the student's inner hearing, gradually adapting to the absence of electronic accompaniment in popular songs, and adapting to singing simultaneously under the 'interference' of others."

Fan Ning frantically searched for information online and wrote lesson plans for students with "zero music experience".

The joy of a creator who dismantles and reshapes a complex system so that it can be understood by the simplest of minds is irreplaceable by anything else.

“do/mi/sol——————”

The angelic voices of the boys and girls could be faintly heard.

A feeling that "things are blossoming from within."

You need to know—

During the music therapy introductory class, Fanning, standing on the podium, had a distant gaze and spoke slowly but forcefully.

"Music is an inherent right of every individual, not a privilege of certain musical geniuses or the upper class. This includes both the right to 'learn music' and the right to experience joy from 'real music'."

"Such a simple C major three-chord chord is a baptism that every child should have, but many people never experience it in their entire lives and have no idea how beautiful it is."

"Unfortunately, musical instruments are commodities; they have a price. But fortunately, the best instrument will always be your voices—they are free, naturally accessible, and reach straight to the heart."

As the story unfolded, more and more students and listeners stopped to listen and admire the performance along the corridors on both sides of the classroom doors and windows.

That was the performance of a choir that had finally become a real choir after a semester of hard practice.

Below the stage was a sea of ​​students, perhaps initially just there to watch the spectacle. But when the real harmony—no longer a unison, but a multi-part chorus with a rich texture and subtle undulations—surged towards the audience like a tide, many faces underwent a transformation from bewilderment to surprise, and then to rapture.

Wow, so this is what real choral singing is like!

Not to mention other slightly more serious styles and themes, even folk songs, anime or pop songs can be arranged to have incredibly pleasant, interesting and "high-class" effects!

"Who is the conductor of this choir?" Some school leaders in the audience began to inquire.

"His surname is Gu, Teacher Gu, what was his given name again?" The secretary next to him couldn't remember for a moment, which showed how distant he had been before.

"Oh, which college's professor?"

"The Arts Education Center is currently only under the Youth League Committee, and is managed by the Youth League Committee."

The school leaders nodded thoughtfully.

In recent years, the government has gradually begun to pay more attention to aesthetic education, including education departments, publicity departments, and cultural, tourism, radio and television departments.
There's a slogan these days that keeps mentioning schools creating some kind of "cultural brand." But we really need to think carefully about what specific methods we should use to create this so-called "cultural brand."

And that student who played the piano accompaniment was really good.

"This looks so fun! I want to participate in the recruitment too!"

"Hmm, I wonder if those who can play other instruments will have a chance to perform."

Each silent or audible exclamation was like a precious echo. Like twinkling stars, they bloomed beneath the stage of the night sky square.

"To open people's ears and hearts to the solemn music"—this "original aspiration" was once considered by Fanning to be too "grand" and even somewhat inappropriate to say aloud.

At this moment, these scenes—the university choir's appearance on stage, the "Giants" symphony flash mob in the square, and the "vocal training games" in the music rescue classroom—are intertwined.

To venerate, to enlighten.

That comfort and emotion transcends time and space; it is equally great and serene.

"The music you hear here, the knowledge you learn, every song you sing together, and every feeling you experience will be forever etched in your hearts."

Fan Ning, standing on the podium, began her narration amidst the eager gazes of the young students.

"They will become the light and blood in your lives."

Fan Ning, sitting at the piano, harmonized with the choir members as she played.

The pages of the score were turned one by one.

To be honest, I used to play a lot of classical music, and my sight-reading and improvisation skills weren't outstanding. But later, I was forced into rehearsals like a duck being forced to swallow sheet music and was forced to "create my own." As a result, I developed those two skills through sheer hard work.

Isn't this also a kind of mutual achievement?

"Keep playing your piano well and composing your music."

Dean Gould's dying words still echoed in my heart.

Fanning's repertoire has changed; it's no longer just piano accompaniment, but more challenging improvisational cadenzas. There are also more students on stage, including not only a choir, but also soloists, conductors, and orchestras.

This was Beethoven's "Choral Fantasy in C minor" performed at that inter-school exchange event after he achieved greater success and obtained more resources.

Fan Ning saw Teacher Gu's gratified smile on the command platform.

A thunderous applause erupted, and people in the audience stood up one after another.

The melody of "Night Walk" transitions into a warm, expansive andante, imbued with the dignity and love of a teacher.

In many different roles, Fanning is both a student and a teacher.

He was appreciated and educated by many ordinary people, and influenced by them, he in turn appreciated and taught even more ordinary people, thus impacting the lives of others.

The first level of the "class" that enters the mainstream is called "moth".

Like a moth to a flame, it lives towards death.

The spirit of art is passed down through countless times and spaces.

It has been passed down through countless times and spaces.

Amidst the distorted light and shadow, Fan Ning unexpectedly saw another face in the dimly lit audience seats, and his body trembled.

Teacher Anton actually saw the performance and was smiling at him.

Bouquets of flowers were presented to Fanning.

Fanning threw it forcefully in that direction.

"Professor Anton!?"

"Teacher!! Did you see that??"

For a moment, Fan Ning felt like crying and wanted to shout out loud.

But he couldn't even feel the vibration in his own throat.

The light from that direction was so dim that the bouquet turned into sharp, detached parabolas, their destination unknown.

Fan Ning was so anxious that she jumped off the stage and ran towards the aisle in that direction.