world number one pianist

Chapter 33 Words Unique to Music

The sound of the piano on the stage never stopped, and the whispers off the stage also kept ringing. Those who hadn’t come to the stage discussed with their friends the performance of the person on the stage with their voices as low as possible.

After all, this is just the primary selection for the Golden Qin Cup. Except for many contestants submitted by those conservatories, the Conservatory of Art University, and the Conservatory of Normal University, other contestants in the society need to participate in the preliminary contest in order to obtain the right to advance .

This will allow many people who don't know where to come out of the corner to chat under the stage, and then wait for the staff to call their numbers to perform on stage.

He Shen looked at the person on the stage boredly, shook his head, and suddenly said to Zhao Zitong who was beside him and started to yawn.

"Come on, let's talk about it, what's wrong with this person playing on the stage now?"

"Eh?"

Zhao Zitong just opened her mouth, ready to yawn, when suddenly asked by He Shen, she froze for an instant, but soon, she realized that her mouth was still open, not a bit ladylike, and immediately closed her mouth.

Zhao Zitong concentrated his energy and tried his best to listen to the performance on the stage.

What is being played on the stage at this moment is Mozart K331 Sonata, the third movement, a traditional piano sonata. If many people do not know this name, then almost everyone has heard of its other name.

Turkish March!
The reason why this sonata is called this name is that in the second half of the 18th century, some European composers became interested in exotic music and began to widely adopt music from other countries and integrate it into their own music.

Mozart also wrote an exotic tune as the third movement in his piano sonata, and he marked the word "Turkish wind" in front of this tune, hence the name "Turkish March".

And this person on the stage, he played the third movement, the most eye-catching part of the Turkish March.

Looking from He Shen's position, the person on the stage has a very happy expression, and his body seems to be constantly moving.

However, in his music, there is no external expression of the body, but it seems lifeless.

Zhao Zitong looked at that person for a long time, but couldn't find the person's mistake, so he scratched his head, guilty, and said the Baidu gold medal answer.

"I have no idea……"

Without any surprise, He Shen pointed to the hand of the person on the stage, and patiently explained: "This is a Turkish style, played in the form of a march, you pay attention to the overall emotional grasp of the performer, and his fingers .”

"For example, his hand, the moment his finger is flicked down, there is an obvious lift. Although he is saying that he is dropping his finger, in fact, when his finger is down, more than half of his strength has been withdrawn. , resulting in insufficient strength falling on the keys, and the sound is not thorough enough.”

"And then you look at his shoulders, his shoulders are tense all the time, and his arms tend to lift up, so it's obvious that the notes he's playing are also a little tight."

"Then……"

He Shen glanced around and found that some people around him had noticed him, so he couldn't help lowering his voice a little, and asked.

"Then you can listen to it. The things in his music are very empty and boring. It makes people have no desire to listen to it, and even makes people want to sleep. Do you know why?"

"do not know."

Zhao Zitong was dumbfounded again, and immediately shook her head.

She knew every word He Shen said, she knew it all, but when these words were connected together, she had no idea what it meant.

What is thorough?What's the matter?what hollow?Why do these adjectives describe music?

He Shen seemed to have noticed the confusion on Zhao Zitong's face, and immediately understood that what he said seemed to be too superficial, but he couldn't find a better explanation for a while, so he couldn't help being silent for a while.

He waited for the person on the stage to finish his performance before continuing to speak.

"It's because he didn't think about music, why I played this way, what was the purpose of my performance, what kind of sound effect I could bring about by playing this way, he didn't think about these things, he Just playing the notes."

"I can clearly hear that when he is playing, more than 90% of the space in his brain is thinking about what the next note will be, not what effect I will play next."

"So, can you understand me?"

Zhao Zitong blinked, looked around, and found that there was no one to ask for help, turned his head to look into He Shen's eyes, and found his extremely serious eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said guilty.

"Listen... I understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember, you will need these things soon. We need to practice these things after your work, Chopin's first ballad, is finished."

He Shen shook his head. Now Zhao Zitong is only at a very early stage, and she doesn't have enough control over the music. Although he has led her to make phrases, those phrases are very broken.

It's like taking a book apart and putting the sentences in front of everyone. Before the book is completed, it is the last step to form the sentences, putting the sentences together.

It's just that it's easy to disassemble, but it's much more difficult to form.

He Shen leaned back slightly, and continued to watch the next contestant perform on stage.

It has to be said that the Golden Piano Award is the most powerful music competition in the country, and even in this preliminary competition, there are many particularly powerful people.

Just now, the one who played Mozart K331, the Turkish March, although he was full of loopholes in He Shen’s eyes, he was actually quite good overall. If he was in that kind of small piano shop, he might be able to get a gold medal lecturer .

If you put it in that kind of big piano shop, it can definitely be regarded as the mainstay of the type.

More and more people walked into the concert hall, He Shen took a look around, and it was almost full, only a few seats were not occupied yet.

The progress of the performances of the people on the stage is still so slow, and it takes only ten minutes to complete one performance.

Just when He Shen was about to fall asleep, a staff member ran all the way to the middle of the aisle, and kept looking at the badges in front of the people around him.

When he saw the number on the badge in front of He Shen, he immediately ran towards He Shen, patted He Shen on the shoulder, and whispered.

"This contestant, there are three more people coming to you, please follow us to the backstage to get ready."

"it is good."

He Shen nodded, and when he got up to go out, he stopped suddenly and said to the liberated Zhao Zitong.

"Next, I play, you listen, to think and feel, the music I play."

(End of this chapter)