Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Composer's Clue to Time
"He gave the music a theme. โ
A faint voice came from the first applause in the audience.
On the far left of the last row of judges' seats, an old man with gray hair shook his head while clapping.
The gaze he left on the stage was full of regret.
"It's a pity that the fourth movement is over. โ
Indeed, the first round of performances belonging to the No. 21 contestant has ended, and even the applause from the audience at this time is no longer as enthusiastic as it was just now.
But for a teenager from Nanshi, it seems that everything has just begun.
Qin Jian raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of his eyes again, and moved to the center of the stage.
Bent down again towards the uninterrupted applause in the farthest distance.
"Thank you. โ
It's a reward for a special round of applause.
It is also a sense of gratitude for a certain calling in the heart.
...
The game continued.
Qin Jian quickly returned to his seat as soon as he got off the stage.
I didn't pay attention to the strange stares coming from my surroundings.
He just took a deep breath and quietly set his eyes on the stage.
However, after diluting all the emotional distractions on the stage, Qin Jian's heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.
If you look closely, it's not hard to spot something in his flickering pupils.
During the performance just now, Qin Jian found some problems.
It seems to be imprinted in my mind, and the more I play it, the more I can't get it.
So he needed to restore every detail of what he had sat under the ten fingers of the piano five minutes ago.
Start with whether the belly of the first weak attack capsule fits the key sound.
Undoubtedly, in the absence of video recording, this is definitely an extremely complicated job.
But for Qin Jian, this ability is one of his countless advantages, both before and now.
The fact that the Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor is actually an early work of Beethoven is undoubtedly confirmed by various accounts.
At that time, classical music was in the process of moving towards Romanticism, and in this process, the style and proportional texture of the sonata had not yet formed a strictly convincing argument.
Therefore, in the process of continuing to speed up the fourth movement, Qin Jian couldn't help but have a question in his heart.
"At the intersection of the two major periods of classical romance, the time period when the new sonata form has not yet been fully established, how should we, as a modern person, restore that era?"
"When Beethoven first arrived in a foreign land, what was the mood of writing in the dark couch with a quill pen in the middle of the line?"
This is Qin Jian's further reflection after maintaining absolute sanity and continuing Czerny's playing style to carry the piece to the sub-section.
But at this point, it seems that there are more problems involved.
This is about the demonstration of modern pianists.
"Compared to Uncle Che's demonstration, it is clear that the CD recorded by modern performers is slower, and the expression of the musical theme is not very clear. โ
However, this way of playing was not finalized until more than 100 years after the death of the sonata.
Modern people are more inclined to call it authority, and students have always regarded this way of playing as a biblical and longing for it.
This forced Qin Jian to begin to recall a passage in Chris's Beginner's Guide to Piano, 'What was thought to be the sonata form after 1840 was already strongly deceptive...'
Why is it possible to have a formulaic description of the performance? โ
'It's ridiculous that a bunch of idiots actually succeeded'
Qin Jian could even feel Chris's mocking tone.
I laughed casually, and the word 'idiot' to describe some guys was indeed vivid and appropriate.
Unfortunately, Chris's beginner's guide doesn't talk much about this mystery and what a non-formulaic playing should look like.
Qin Jian had to admit that his curiosity had been completely awakened by a wonderful convergence.
At the moment, I was faintly excited.
The question was too large to be reckoned with, and his narrow knowledge was no longer enough to keep him thinking.
But by this time he had a bold idea in his mind, and he was going to go backwards in the footsteps of the 32 sonatas demonstrated by Czerny, step by step to 1792.
In this year, Beethoven entered the center of world classical music for the first time with the stubbornness peculiar to the people of Bonn, Vienna.
Here, Qin Jian is sure that he can find the secret about the last measure of the Sonata in F minor.
The sound of "oh-" rang in my heart again, and the whole song replayed ended.
Qin Jian came back to his senses, and his mood was extremely comfortable.
Thankfully, no fault was found in the full playing logic, although there was a bit of an accident in the final measure.
The stone that was placed in my heart also fell.
But another, more real problem has emerged.
"How much worship do you need to open thirty-two songs?"
Qin Jian sighed softly, and his right hand swept across his left hand without a trace.
The panel flashed out.
[Worship Value: 1835]
Although this number is more than he expected for the first round, it is still far from unlocking the entire set of thirty-two sonatas.
"You have to work harderโ"
As the passionate arpeggio legato in his ears became more and more exciting, Qin Jian hurriedly turned off the panel and lay on the back of the chair in an extremely comfortable position.
Looking at the stage, it is extremely pleasant.
At this time, the left and right hands of the performers on the stage are running rapidly.
Another of Chopin's etudes, Op10.no1
Chant of Escape.
It is a rough teenager playing, but the fingers are extremely delicate, with a strong light spirit unique to a French piano.
Elegant and refined, extremely sensitive.
When Qin Jian immersed himself in the music, he was quickly attracted by the pure timbre of the piano.
"It's amazing to be able to have layers and clarity in such a soft sound. โ
Qin Jian was engrossed in appreciation.
There are only 30 people who can set foot on the stage, and it is true that everyone's brilliance is worth learning from.
Like what.
Zhao Yinuo was still immersed in the rigorous phrasing of someone's piano sonata in F minor, frowning.
Duan Ran, on the other side, seemed to have been looking at the numbers on the mobile phone screen in a daze, but he seemed to have determined the truth of a certain issue in his heart.
ใ05:02ใ
"It's five seconds faster. โ
The girl sighed softly, and there seemed to be a trace of anger in her calm eyes, but it was more of a surprise.
"This one, you won. โ
Putting away the phone, the girl quietly looked at the only remaining back of her head in the corner of the front row, sipped slightly, and a pear vortex climbed up the corner of her mouth.
In an instant, his eyes also moved to the stage.
Broken up seventh chords, swirling around quaint musician paintings.
solemn in the bright, blooming in the bright.
The echoes condensed in the air, like condensed and reassembled column chords, like a Gorian chant.
Beautiful, transparent, strong.
...
"The twenty-fourth playerโ"
"The twenty-sixth playerโ"
...
Under applause.
As more and more players stepped off the stage, the competition had entered the final heat.
When the twenty-ninth contestant left the stage.
The hall fell silent suddenly.
Moment.
The hall rang out again.
"The last player to play in this round is Fang Zongyao. โ
"Elected by the Organizing Committee of Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition. โ