King of Classical Music

Although the female judges were just joking, they also made them laugh and cry. When he officially started playing, he didn't even discover it. He was more serious.

Even though Mr. Swell has always stated that he really did not talk to him before today, the jokes of the female judges really listened to his heart. Only he knows that he really is a "back door" -

I learned from Mr. Swell that Mr. Swell’s favorite track is not a back door?

"The Magical Horn of the Young" is one of the masterpieces of the famous German composer Gustav Mahler in the 19th century. It is a song composed by the poetry of the same name by the German poet Brentano. In general, there are very few violins. The solo will use such a sing-along track, but since it has been chosen, it has naturally been prepared.

Any musician in the world, no matter how good he is, can't really master all the music. This "Adolescent's Magic Horn" has only been practiced for a few weeks when he first entered the Geneva Academy, and then there is no chance to touch it.

I saw a beautiful young man with a long bow gently placed on the strings, he relaxed a little, then, it was a gentle turn and soft music from the fine hole between the holes. The sound was like a sound coming from a distant sky, sliding over the blue waters of the Rhine, and passing in calls from afar.

This short piece of pipa is "The Magical Horn of the Juvenile" 4. "The Legend of the Rhine", in the regular performance is usually sung by the loud and loud soprano, and this part of the violin aria is played a kind The role of harmony should be used to render the beautiful and touching artistic concept of the Rhine legend.

The whole song is only a short three minutes, and the difficulty is not high, but this seemingly simple piece is played by different people, always with different effects.

In Mahler's songs, Alan Swell's preference is in addition to several well-known symphonies, this is the "The Magical Horn of the Young". As a world-class conductor, Mr. Swell thought he had heard a lot of "The Magic Horn of the Boys", but few people would play the song "The Legend of the Rhine."

Less, it does not mean that he has not heard of it.

The Berlin Philharmonic's chief violinist, Kedori Strien, once played this "Rhine Legend", and Mr. Swell had to admit that from the technical effect of the performance, Kedori's The performance plus the singing of the world-class soprano musician is really much better than the scene in front of me.

However, somehow, Swellmo knew that this young man played... in fact, it was no worse than Kedori.

If Kedori is playing the most glamorous "Rhine Legend", then this young man is playing a melodious "Rhine Legend".

It is also easy to understand that without this vast stage and cooperative orchestras and musicians, it is absolutely impossible to express the atmosphere. Originally, I had thought about it when I practiced last night. How can I perform this song without a companion?

He thought about this for a long time, and finally got a solution that was barely solved, but he was very dissatisfied. But just as I drove to the venue of the festival this morning, I was thinking about it, and suddenly I heard a low-alcoholic elegant voice rang.

"Do you like to listen to opera?"

Awkwardly, I turned to look at the man on the side. I saw that Yongzheng calmly held a music magazine and turned it over, and there was no special expression. It seemed that I just asked this question.

After thinking about it for a while, I replied: "The opera is also very good, but... I don't hear much."

He did not make a mistake. Although his adoptive father’s family was not poor and embarrassed, he was not a rich family. After he entered the music line, he often made a little work to earn money. If he had saved money, he would buy a concert ticket, but the opera would not hear much.

As for the later death of his adoptive parents, after he entered the Geneva Academy, he was so busy that he had to take time out to listen to the concert and have time to listen to the opera. So although he is not disgusted with the opera, he has no special feelings.

Hearingly, he slammed the thick music magazine and turned his head to look at it. The sun shone through the clean glass of the taxi, as if it seemed to be a little reflective on the left index finger of the dragonfly, but he did not pay much attention.

"There are still some differences between opera and symphony. The opera is based on singing. The orchestra must be played by the lead singer. In some ways, opera and symphonic poetry are a bit of an intersection." When this is said, 闵琛Suddenly I paused and looked at me with deep gaze. I asked, "What do you think are the differences?"

With a sigh of relief, he frowned and thought for a long while, tentatively asked: "Subject?"

"What about their similarities?"

As soon as this words landed, it was like setting aside the clouds, and suddenly understood: "narrative!"

In the quiet and spacious concert hall, the youth’s short three-minute piano sound is over, but it seems to be still in the stadium. Sitting in the middle of the jury, Mr. Alan Swell faintly smiled and frowned.

I am not in a hurry, just looking at the world-class conductor with a smile.

For a long time, I only heard Mr. Swell sigh and said: "I consciously listen to the pitch is good, that is, in the mastery of melody and rhythm, I can also say a thick face... still able to master. But hey, your "Rhine Legend" has only changed a few subtle tempos, but I always feel that there is a big difference."

Mr. Swell’s blue eyes were a little bit of a smile. He looked at him and said, “I just thought about it. You changed this short song...to the direction of the symphony poetry?”

I naturally know that such a small change is impossible to escape the ears of Alan Swell. Although this master is not one of the four major conductors in the world, he is also an infinitely close person from that level.

He nodded gently and said, "Yes, Mr. Swell."

After getting a positive answer, Mr. Swell nodded with a smile and said: "Your changes make this song more suitable for playing. It is really a good idea, and the changes are also very good. Is it what you think?"

He smiled and replied: "The specific change was made by myself when I was waiting for the game. As for this idea, it was... a friend of mine, mentioning me." I consciously concealed it. The identity, he remembered before, but said that he does not want to violently | reveal his identity.

After listening to the explanation, Mr. Swell smiled and said: "Your friend is also a very talented person. Ok, your result has been decided. It is 'stay'. Wait until all the players play. After the end, there will be staff to announce the final results."

After listening to this, he took a serious look and walked straight down the stage.

What he didn't know was that behind him, Mr. Swell's smile gradually disappeared. He looked at the young and straightforward figure of the youth, and whispered to himself: "Change the opera to the poem ...how do you seem to have heard of this idea..."

I just walked out of the square and saw the figure standing in the crowd.

Yongzheng looked down at the text on a celebrity column, wearing only a black custom-made long coat, and the wide-brimmed hat covered his face. He looked very focused and didn't seem to notice when he walked up to him.

I turned to look at the celebrity column, but when I saw the text above, I suddenly froze.

戚暮: "..."

It turns out that you are so serious, you are watching your achievements...

Every square in the town of the festival grows very similar. When I wait for the game, I don’t have the mood to look around. I naturally didn’t notice that this square was actually the first day they had been there. The plaza of the celebrity column of Mr. Austen Bertley, the chief conductor of Pak Oi.

In fact, when he walked to the front, he had already noticed his figure, but he did not turn his eyes, and still carefully read the words on the celebrity column.

After a long while, what seemed to be discovered, suddenly raised his voice, solemnly said: "The people who chose the songs are not professional enough. I performed at the Sydney Opera House on October 30 last year instead of October. 29th."

"..." was silent for a long while, and couldn't help but ask: "Maybe the person who chose the song and the person who wrote the text... are not the same one?"

闵琛: "..."

It was obvious that the air around it seemed to drop a few degrees, and I walked to the edge of the square with tears. However, how long the last dozens of performances have been completed, obviously the remaining musicians are only ten, but the people in the square have not reduced at all -

Because they also want to know for the first time, who is it, can get this opportunity to play with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.

I picked up my box and stood up, waiting for the final result to be announced. This time, from the concert hall, it was not the judges. The official staff of the festival came out with a microphone. The good-looking staff stood directly in the middle of the square - next to the celebrity column, clearing the blind.

"The Gangcheng Ocean Music Festival welcomes the arrival of tourists. Today, the temporary recruitment of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra has the final result. There are many strong players and the judges' comments are very intense. Now, I will announce the game. The end result."

This beautiful little girl seems to know that appetite is a very bad thing. She speaks fluent English and said: "Today, I finally got the opportunity to perform with New Zealand. It is the performance of "Rhine Legend". Mr. Hey!"

"Hey...? It sounds like a Chinese."

"I have never heard of this name, is it a dark horse?"

......

When the staff member landed, everyone else on the scene began to look for the lucky one, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed at once.

This result has already been able to guess. The number of professionals present was very poor, mostly amateurs. Even if you have a professional, you don't see a familiar face, and there is no big challenge.

The only concern is how to do your best.

“Mr. Hey, if you are still there, please register your contact information and the professionals of the New York Philharmonic will contact you directly.”

Without much enthusiasm, he walked directly to the staff and took the opportunity to register his contact information. The people around him saw him go forward, and they all looked at the cockroaches with a gaze, and the cockroaches walked calmly and calmly.

Just when he was about to touch the information card in the hands of the staff, an abrupt voice suddenly sounded: "How is this possible?! I am a substitute for the violin group of the Mertley Symphony Orchestra. How can this Chineseman defeat me? ?!"

The audience suddenly felt silent, and everyone was surprised to see the white man with brown hair who was angry.

I saw that the latter was angered with anger, step by step toward the direction of the staff and the staff, while walking and said: "I can directly turn right next year, how can this unknown Chinese person beat me? I Dissatisfied, is he the official cheating of your Gangcheng?" When he said this, the man deliberately increased the word "Huaxiaren".

This is already very serious, and the staff member is also cold-faced.

The trip was a calm look. He looked up and down this very impulsive white man and asked, "Why... you think that Hua Xia people can't beat you, this gentleman?"

The man groaned slyly, and the cockroach lifted his scorpion and looked at him calmly.

I saw the man sneer: "Where is there a good classical musician in the place of China, even if you are a Chinese Philharmonic Orchestra, it is much worse than our Mertley Symphony Orchestra, how can it be with me? What is the level of comparison? You Chinese people have no music cells at all!"

This words finally made him completely change his face.

Reluctantly suppressed his anger, sneered out from his nose, aggravated his tone, and his face was not good: "This gentleman, do you know what you were talking about?"

The racial discrimination imprinted in the bones can not be disturbed by the words of jealousy at all. The man said disdainfully: "Do you have any masters of music in the Chinese people? I have never heard of anything you have ever had. Awesome characters. Chinese people do not have such elegant music cells, you Chinese people..."

"I do...it doesn't seem to be a master?"

The low-magnetic male voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, as the cello was mellow. It is obvious that the voice is not loud, but all the people present are all in unison, and subconsciously look to the voice.

I saw that in the crowd | where the intersection, a tall and tall man gently took off the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose. He stepped calmly toward the direction of the white man, and every step went very steady, with an innate extravagance.

When he walked over to the white man, the handsome and indifferent man took the black velvet hat with one hand and left his hand to the chest to make a courtesy gentleman's ceremony.

The cold, knife-like face did not have a little expression fluctuations. He looked at the white man who was completely stupid in a cold and indifferent manner.

"As a Chinese, I may... I really can't be a master."