Old-time musicians

The fourth movement: Humans tell me (10): On this good night (two in one)

"Ah, what a coincidence."

An spread his hands, and from the smile in his eyes, he seemed to be indifferent.

But Walter's spiritual perception was also very sharp. He caught the swaying star spirit body and accelerated heartbeat of his junior sister in an instant.

Under the usual subjective evaluation mechanism, the No. 1 player is more or less at a disadvantage and will also bear more psychological pressure.

"This is your number plate."

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"Okay." Miss Nightingale took it, hung it on her chest and sighed, "What a strange look, and, isn't it a bit big..."

It is a lightweight glass pendant, about ten centimeters long and three or four centimeters wide, with the number 1 engraved on the outside, and the empty slot inside is stained with some thick red, and the whole is emitting a faint red glow.

If it were an indoor decoration, it would be fine. As a pendant, it is indeed a bit large and eye-catching. Fortunately, the weight will not affect the performance of the contestants.

"Is this red light caused by... this thing inside?" Miss Nightingale lifted it to her nose and looked at it carefully.

"There is still half an hour before the official start. Since you will be the first to go on stage in the first round, you can prepare immediately."

The staff reminded again and left.

"Teacher, there is another question." Miss Nightingale turned her head.

"What?" Fanning was still sitting at the desk.

"Where will you sit later?"

"Why?"

"This is the first time for the teacher to listen to the performance. When I have a free time on the stage, I may look in your direction and try what it feels like for me."

Fanning raised his head from his contemplation and looked at her calmly:

"The left front or right front corner."

"Then I will go change into a formal dress first." The girl smiled at Fanning.

"Go." Fanning waved.

After thinking for a few seconds, he asked the person next to him: "Will there be recording or photography at the competition?"

"No recording, but there will be photography. It will have to wait until the quarterfinals, because by then all the nominations will be made." Walter explained.

Fanning nodded: "Luna, you go to turn the score for Walter tonight."

The little girl stood up in surprise: "Tonight? All? I'm on stage?"

"Actually, I'm not bad at memorizing the score." Walter also stood up and said honestly.

However, he always followed the teacher's instructions and thought that the teacher might have increased the stability of the performance, so he still thanked his junior sister: "Thank you for your hard work, Luna, so that Miss Nightingale and I will feel more secure."

Several people said goodbye to Fanning temporarily.

The night had already covered the world like a veil. After only one person was left, Fanning's eyes became lonely and absent-minded.

"If one day, once again, Luna or Ann tells me that she has only one brother and no sister, will the person who is turning the pages or singing on the stage in the photo disappear?"

"The closest time to the answer..."

But soon, he stood up, laughed loudly, and hugged the dark streets and houses outside the window.

"It's a nice midsummer night. Let's hear what people tell me first!"

He walked all the way from the staff passage to the back of the stage, and then went around to a corner of the front row and sat down quietly.

Thirty minutes passed in a flash, and the open-air venue of the opera house with thousands of people was already crowded with people and cheers.

They waved colorful things in their hands, similar to the "fluorescent sticks" in their previous lives.

Fanning looked at the strange light-quality bundle stick in his hand. As a listener, he naturally had one.

It turned out that this thing was a "fragrant flower bouquet". When he first heard the name, he thought it was just a bunch of flowers.

The audience could bend it when it was the turn of a singer to sing.

In this case, the mysterious nature of the bouquet will turn its movement into a program of expressing admiration, and will be reflected in the number plates worn by the contestants.

Of course, the invisible power of each bouquet is limited, and the audience can only choose the singer they like to express their admiration.

The judges also have similar bouquets, but they are more spiritual and have a higher "weight".

After a simple opening speech and announcement, a huge mechanical device pulled the orchestra pit up from the low place, and the crystal display lights illuminated the figure of Miss Nightingale in a dark blue evening dress, and Walter and Luna in black and white formal suits at the piano.

And, in the shadows before, there were two layers of semicircular arcs surrounding them - nearly fifty judges including Rückert!

The audience responded with warm applause and cheers to welcome the girl who will kick off the finals.

In the opening performance, what kind of prelude will Miss Nightingale choose?

A strong and lingering love song, or a show-off opera excerpt?

"Rückert's Song, No. 3, At Midnight." Miss Nightingale's clear voice echoed in the opera house.

The crowd became quiet.

The audience speculated whether this name was a love song that depicted the rainy and cloudy night.

Master Rückert, who was sitting in the middle of the first floor in front of the judges, stared at Walter's movements at the piano.

During a brief conversation with Scheele that day, he learned the name of this song. He remembered that Scheele said it was in A minor, but the other things he wanted to know but didn't know kept him awake at night.

Walter took a deep breath, stepped on the pedal in the complete silence, stretched out his right hand, gently lowered the keys, and played repeated alternating double notes slightly higher than the middle range:

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick"

The sound of the piano lingers in the coolness and silence, and is then succeeded by the whirling sound pattern in the high range and the sinking sound pattern in the bass range.

This... doesn't seem like the prelude to a love poem? The audience's suspicions were not confirmed, and Lucter once again couldn't help but sigh that Scheler's creative technique was so exquisite that he could always achieve the most fascinating effect with the fewest notes.

He considered his poetry to be extremely simple. He wrote "Night is Like Water" in just a few words, but strictly speaking Scheler only used two alternating double tones!

The higher ones of Walter's hands are higher and the lower ones are lower. The tension between them brings the artistic conception of the night into a more lonely and empty place.

Just when the audience feels that the entire music atmosphere is a bit sluggish and dull——

"Have a good night!

"

Miss Nightingale's ethereal and pure voice is like a bright moon shining through the dark clouds in the night sky!

The dust in the listener's heart was blown away by a gust of cool wind.

"On this good night...

I watch at night, and there is not a single star in the sky that is willing to look back at me;

I think about it at night, but in the vast sea of ​​thoughts, there is not a trace of memory that can relieve my sorrow."

Her voice was noble and pure, but it had a strong sense of loneliness and searching. All the judges and the audience present felt the confusion and confusion contained in it.

The piano always maintains a deep and spacious artistic conception, with repeated dotted double-note rhythms, accompanied by evenly descending lines of a scale.

"I woke up in the night, and in the trembling heart of the world, only the pulse of pain remained;

At midnight, O human being, I fight for your misery! "

The first four bars of the melody keep changing the same motive, and each stanza begins and ends with "Um Mitternacht!" The sleepless man recited the poem under the starry night with the remaining lights at midnight, pacing endlessly.

Finally, in the key of A major, Walter used the back and forth collision of D-A major chords to present the brightest and most spectacular dynamic climax in this piece——

“On this good night, if you muster all your courage, you will eventually be unable to resist;

On this good night, may the glory of creation’s life and death cherish and watch over this sky! "

The word "herr!" (main/glow) in Miss Nightingale's singing was arranged by Fanning at the highest point of the melody, and all the confusion and uneasiness finally came to a glorious ending like a hymn.

Thunderous applause.

Although most citizens and royal families expect gorgeous poems depicting the love between men and women, those who can come to such an occasion all have good artistic aesthetics. The far-reaching intention and searching temperament expressed in "At Midnight" are undoubtedly It deeply touched people's hearts.

A very extraordinary opening.

"It's a good night, a good night!"

"As the midsummer night falls, the singing festival kicks off, prepping for the 'Hana Festival' a few days later. How can it not be called a 'good night'!"

"Look forward to a passionate love poem from Miss Nightingale."

"With such a masterpiece, other players may be three points weaker when they come on stage."

"The next person to take the stage, Miss Cuckoo should be the only one who can control her aura."

At the two-ring judges' bench, nearly forty representatives of princes, nobles, churches and special inspection halls made brief sighs. The other seven or eight senior singers who were already big names in opera had more thoughts in their eyes, and Lucter The master's fingers holding the pen have been firmly clasped.

Of course, other than that, they didn't make any more moves. They were all waiting for the next song. The "Fragrant Flower Bouquet" on the table, which was burning with pink to deep red light, was kept in hand without picking it up.

"Kacha—"

Fan Ning pressed his thumbs outwards, and the bending of the "flower bouquet" in his hands brought an alert and heart-pounding sense of fragmentation.

"Night and songs in the summer wind...are what you told me a poem about the dark night?"

Unlike most of the audience judges who were eager to enjoy the whole performance, he naturally expressed his inner love to his students without hesitation.

The bend is very large, and the orange light of the bouquet quickly disappears into pale white.

Fan Ning's intuition told him that some mysterious substance had completely disappeared inside.

Its original absolute content is very low, as low as a trace, just like taking a strand of hair and contaminating it with a strand remaining in it.

The red light on the light glass number plate on the girl's chest on the stage seemed to be slightly brighter than before.

One decrease and one increase are very weak, but the spiritual concentration of the material itself is very high, so Fan Ning had this intuition.

""Lückert's Song", Part Four, "Please Don't Eavesdrop on My Song."

There were nearly thirty contestants in the finals. In the first round, the top eight were eliminated. The contestants were required to perform three singles. Therefore, Walter did not stand up in front of the piano, but Miss Nightingale took a moment to take a call and announced the next one. song.

"Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong dong..."

As soon as the music begins, Walter's left hand is near the C key in the middle of the piano, running out a dense, circuitous and brisk background sound flow. When you hear it, it makes people feel like a scene of hard work of bees, worker ants and other creatures.

“re-do——” “re-do——” “re-do——”

The right hand adds a stubborn ornamentation pattern from the second measure. While strengthening the function of the dominant tone of F major, it also brings the audience a sense of emotional tension and a sense of anticipation for the next step.

“Please don’t eavesdrop on my songs!

I lowered my eyes, as if to let you see that I was acting absurdly.

I dare not allow myself to look at them when they are unfinished—"

Miss Nightingale's voice was slightly excited, with a hint of exploration and playfulness.

The hard-working composer appears on the stage with an image of endless self-respect.

After the theme enters, the continuously running texture is switched to the high voice by Walter, while the bass begins to repeatedly emphasize the jump of the tonic and dominant tones. In bars 17-19, after the continuous scale descends, there is an exquisite polyphonic imitation of the vocal melody.

“Please don’t eavesdrop on my songs!

Your curiosity is letting it down, it is letting it down! "

The half-note with a forte mark was sung by Miss Nightingale, which highlighted the creator's anger at being peeked at before the work was completed. It is very personal and demonstrates his love for art.

After entering the recapitulation section, this middle and late Lucter poem finally showed its characteristics——

This is still a love poem!

But compared to the girlish youthfulness of "I Breathe the Fragrance of the Bodhi Tree", and compared to the passionate declaration of "If You Love Beauty", its foreshadowing is buried in the later part, and the heartfelt expression is more reserved and profound:

"When bees build their hive,

They don't want others to see them, and they don't look at them themselves.

But when the colorful hive is exposed to the light of day,

You can be the first to try it, come and try it! "

Continuous running eighth-note lines rise and fall on the keys in the high and low ranges. In the ending, Walter's right hand makes a long vibrato, and then his left and right hands alternately play out long-span arpeggios, which fall steadily in the bright key of F major. On the main chord.

The applause started again.

While Miss Nightingale was saluting, she glanced slightly toward the corner where Fan Ning was sitting.

However, due to the high contrast between light and dark in the two places, she could only see a gray and black figure modeling the lake.

"The Song of Lucter, Part 5, "I Renounce the World."

As soon as this report came out, Master Lucter's facial expression with his mouth open to breathe hovered directly in the air.

This poem was written two years ago. From the perspective of reaching his twilight years, it is his late work in the true sense.

After listening to Scheler's adaptations of four art songs in succession, he no longer doubted his master's inspiration and insight. This troubadour's grasp of the core and artistic conception of poetry has already stood on the shoulders of his original text. Above, it is a veritable example of secondary creation!

but……

"These three works..."

"On this good night, I act absurdly and abandon the world... Wrong payment, wrong payment!" He read out the representative keywords of three songs in a row, as if they were strung together into a long poem or a story.

At the judges' table, a few of Master Lückert's favorite students looked at the teacher's complicated expression of relief, emotion, and sigh, and they had already guessed at least half of his inner activities.

Just a famous singer contest? Even if Scheler helped his students win championships, his accomplishments were far from being summed up by a "blade wielder"!

But the famous singer competition is not a "song of awakening". If you want to come out on top, you need to see who can better gather the love and admiration of the broad audience and nearly 50 judges, and who can better arouse the deep desire of the audience. The resonance of things.

And the current atmosphere of competitions, the shallow aesthetics of the people, the royal family and the church personnel, the unrestrained pursuit of works that praise greed, pleasure, food and sex... Scheler did not write some passionate and fragrant love poems, but let his The students presented three works in succession that contained deep yearning and philosophical thoughts. If they really could not successfully win the final reputation, the vocal music and opera circles of the Southern Continent would really be blown away!

At least, let’s stand out from the other ordinary singers beautifully first...

In the complex mood of a few people, Walter began the continuous echo of the prelude on the dominant note of E flat major with "extremely slow" expression terms.

The bass part presents a popular linear progression with a semi-decomposed harmonic texture.

Miss Nightingale pressed her left arm against her chest, raised her right arm slightly, and slowly raised her breath and opened her voice as though she was thinking deeply, as if she were opening up a melancholy picture of the world for the audience:

"I have renounced the world,

I have been sinking into this for a long time!

I have been silent for a long time in this world,

The world may say that I have passed away without a trace..."

Her vocals are full of despair, while the rising rhythm of the piano's high notes and the bright nature of the major chords also reflect the composer's desire for life and the world, which creates an extremely dramatic conflict.

"The world says I have passed away without a trace,

But it is no longer important to me;

I'm speechless, I can't tell you the whole story.

This is all because I am truly connected with the world;"

Starting from bar 28, Walter changes the rhythm pattern of the low part of the accompaniment, forming a hill-like undulating shape. Arpeggios begin to appear in the interlude, especially dominant chords with lowered fifth notes. The unique color effect is full of sadness. With depression.

“I die in chaos and rest in peace.

Alone and a shadow,

In my heaven,

In my love,

In my song..."

In the ending, the human voice is gradually submerged in the piano's tones, and the theme melody reappears in feeble terms, losing the last trace of rich color and regressing into a bright and earthly E-flat major chord.

The gentleman in front of the piano has raised his hands, but the girl in the blue dress bit her lips at the last moment and uttered "Lieben (love)" and "lied (song)", and the weeping syllables still echoed in the hearts of the audience.

It is really an extraordinary poem, music and performance, but why not choose to dance happily in the midsummer?

Many people were moved by the touching parts, but they could not help but stare blankly like this. Of course, the reaction has already been produced.

"Kacha——" "Hua La——"

In the crowded audience seats of the open-air opera hall, hundreds of audience members have plucked the "bouquet of fragrant flowers" in their hands in a blink of an eye.

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