"Ding, discover Swing's swinging ring. ”

The voice ringing in my ears is a long time coming.

Qin Jian, who was originally concentrating on the end of the piece, was startled, because he didn't open the sonata set, without the escort of Uncle Che, his brain short-circuited, and his left hand directly overturned.

A misnote crawled down, causing the entire piano hall to be quiet.

"What's going on?" said Old Potter, glaring at his big innocent eyes and raising his hands.

"Who knows. Liao Linjun shook the cup in his hand.

Old Porter pouted and shrugged his shoulders, "It's only 17 years old." ”

"By the way, Potter, have all the activities been arranged tonight?" Liao Linjun saw the Christmas tree hanging across the road through the window, and suddenly thought of something.

"It's all arranged, but I haven't told the musicians the exact time yet, and I was about to ask you what time it will start tonight. ”

"From eight o'clock, inform the musicians that they will not be used tonight, and pay them double the pay. ”

"Thank you, benevolent boss, but to whom is the band work tonight?" said Old Porter, pulling out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet.

"Is there a lack of musicians here?" Liao Linjun moved his gaze to Old Bert's face, "I remember that the last time we worked together seemed to be in New Orleans last year." ”

"Okay, okay, but let me say first, I don't want to play any damn Christmas Eve tonight, but the good thing is that we already have a great bass player, um, a bartender who works part-time as a jazz piano player, so what about the drummer?"

Old Potter nodded incessantly, pursed his lips, and filled the shiny glass in his hand to vodka.

"You play the drums. Liao Linjun said indifferently.

"I play the drums, so who's going to play the piano?" said Old Porter, subconsciously glancing at the other man's gloved left hand.

"Okay, I'm going to play the drums, so I wish us a successful bass and drum duet tonight. Old Potter raised his glass.

The atmosphere was not awkward, until the second floor again came the rush of the sonata in F minor.

The swinging rush plate ~

After a brief look at each other.

The expressions of the two men were surprisingly consistent.

“what‘s it？”

"Beethoven and Swing?"

After half a ring.

"Piano player. ”

Liao Linjun smiled and pointed to the ceiling above his head again, picked up the wine glass and hit the vodka that the other party held in mid-air, and then raised his head and drank it.

Put down your glass, turn and walk towards the staircase.

"Trio. ”

"By the way, help me wipe the ashes off the bass. ”

......

“ye...”

Looking at Liao Linjun's back, Old Porter shook his body with Beethoven swaying in his ear, feeling the half-beat that moved forward or lagged in the beat from time to time, as if the vodka in his mouth had also turned into a rainbow soda.

“Magic Boy！”

[Cult from Potter +2]

At this time, Qin Jian directly ignored the line of small words that emerged, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Happiness is the end of it.

The sonata under the hands no longer has hand shapes, phrases, structures, and even all the emoticons that I have memorized today.

Maybe it's no longer a sonata.

Every note that was originally given a serious identity by Uncle Pei was like a butterfly at this moment, like a butterfly, and then disappeared happily under the liberation of Qin Jian's hands.

Liao Linjun went up to the second floor, like Uncle Potter yesterday, and stopped at the top of the stairs and did not go any further.

She couldn't see the teenager behind the piano, and could only judge the other person's expression through the music.

"This guy. ”

Liao Linjun is not a very curious woman, but at this time, she actually has an urge to open Qin Jian's brain to take a look.

Beethoven and swing music put together, is that how it feels?

Liao Linjun also heard it for the first time, and this feeling seems to be quite good.

Is there an absolute divide between classical and jazz?

This question was explored by many outstanding musicians in the twenties of the twentieth century.

It can be said that at that time, how to bridge the gap between jazz and classical music was a trendy fashion.

So much so that many classics have since appeared, such as Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" for orchestra and piano.

The first spark was ignited that fused jazz and classical.

Later, Grofe's "Grand Canyon" suite promoted the development of symphonic jazz.

Then more and more composers joined the ranks.

Liao Linjun has heard Brosbach, listened to the jazz big band version of Vivaldi, and even adapted some Mozart's small pieces as jazz sketches for some special occasions a long time ago.

But Liao Linjun is still the first time to hear such a Beethoven.

"What's going on in this guy's head?"

When—when.

As a long and extremely short chord note ended, Qin Jian withdrew his hands, and only a silk tail note remained on the entire second floor.

Opening the panel and looking at the purple ring in the equipment bar, Qin Jian's heart once again surged with the pleasure of exploding the best equipment.

This TM is also too happy.

And this also confirmed Qin Jian's previous thoughts, the equipment really still has to be discovered.

【Swing's Swing Ring】

[Item Description]: After wearing, the contractor will automatically change the original rhythm of the music when playing, swing is a feeling, be happy, swing to your heart's content - Fletcher Henderson.

The originator master really didn't deceive people, and he was indeed happy.

Although I have practiced a lot of jazz sketches, it is a reproduction, just like practicing Bach and Mozart.

In a way, the practice of reading from the script has lost the aural soul of jazz, there is no fluency, no rhythm

At this moment, reminiscing back to the strangely dressed fourth movement of the Rapids that he had just played, Qin Jian felt an unprecedented experience.

And what touches Qin Jian the most is that such a powerful prop does not need any price when wearing it.

Zero consumption, fully automatic.

However, although it is awesome, if you think about it carefully, the limitations of this prop are also very large.

In layman's terms, when you equip your ring, you can change the rhythm of the phrase you are playing to a jazz-style swing rhythm.

But it is precisely because of this that I have no way to use it to create new jazz music, and freshness and variety are the soul of jazz.

So at the end of the day, you still can't jump out of the inherent practice mode with it.

But with this thing, I undoubtedly have an unlimited jazz piano library.

[Worship value +1 from Liao Linjun]

"Huh?"

Qin Jian turned off the panel, got up and glanced at it.

Sure enough, Liao Linjun was leaning on the handrail of the stairs and looking at this side.

"Have you memorized the score?" asked Liao Linjun from a distance towards Qin Jian.

"Almost. "Qin Jian didn't dare to say that he had memorized it anymore, his stomach had been screaming for a long time, if he continued to carry it, how could he stand it.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Qin Jian smiled: "Or, I'll play it again?"

"No need, I did well this morning, I gave you the score, I went home tonight and continued to memorize, and I listened to it tomorrow morning." ”

Sent me?

Qin Jian looked down at the score on the music table, judging from the yellowed paper, this score should have been with the other party for a long time.

For a musician, it is difficult to give away a score that he has followed for many years, especially such a genuine book

is different from the music folder given to him by He Jing, after all, it is a family.

But Liao Linjun and himself have only been aware of it for two days now, even if there is a relationship with He Jing, this score is still a little precious.

"Sister Lin Jun, this..."

"Alright, I won't need it anyway, so take it. Liao Linjun's voice suddenly changed as he spoke, and he elongated and emphasized, "However, it's not for you to take it for nothing." ”

"Stay and work for me tonight. ”

"Huh?" Qin Jian opened his mouth, and the whole person didn't react yet.

I only heard a steady footstep on the stairs.

Then, with a double bass more than a man tall in his arms, Old Potter was struggling to peek half out of the staircase.

"Bass?" Qin Jian's eyes narrowed.

“please！！！”