Please, come home and practice the piano

The reason why Li An frowned was not that he thought the car played badly.

On the contrary, if you listen to the video sent by Xiao Che as a solo work, Li An still thinks it is very interesting to handle it, although it is only a partial part.

After listening to it, Chen Xuan didn't feel complimented, and boasted: "How can I say, she has her ideas, which is very unique."

Li An agrees with Chen Xuan's statement, but the problem lies in this uniqueness.

Ensemble is not the realm of personal heroism.

What he wants is absolute uniformity, including when he himself is practicing.

Chen Xuan understood Li An's thoughts, "If you give Che Lin a little, she will understand, don't worry."

However, Ang Lee was not worried about Che Lin. It was when he saw the video submitted by Che Lin that he realized that his requirements for this ensemble recording might be higher than he expected.

Che Lin and Ji Yang can easily solve the problem of unification, but what about the other children?
"Eat first," Chen Xuan reassured, "I'll help you refer to it when the videos of the children are sent. From another perspective, isn't this work just a special form of chamber music performance work, relax."

Although Chen Xuan can't play the piano, she has a lot of experience in chamber music ensembles.

These experiences were not easy to apply to her flute ensemble last year, because those children were not up to the standard at that time.

But in this ensemble of Vivaldi's piano arrangements, she has room to flex her muscles.

Because among the performers are not only little monsters like Che Lin, but also stable players like Ji Yang, and more importantly, Li An is in charge.

"Yes," Li An fully agreed with Chen Xuan's statement, and replied to Xiaoche, "Are there any arrangements in the afternoon?" Then he put down his phone, picked up his chopsticks, looked up and said affirmatively: "This is indeed a chamber music work, Mr. Xiaomi please Advise."

Chen Xuan: "So, don't limit yourself to pure piano thinking, you can imagine each child's voice as a different voice, such as Che Lin's voice."

Li Anle, "So Che Lin is a bass string part."

The corners of Chen Xuan's mouth raised, "Have you opened your mind?"

Li An hurriedly gave Chen Xuan a piece of duck blood, and presented him with a rainbow fart, "The chamber music has to be your conductor."

Chen Xuan: "I can only help you expand your thinking. The key issue is the work itself. Can you communicate with Artillery?"

Ang Li: "I've thought about it too, but I don't know if he has the time, and you know my English level, so I'm too embarrassed to bother Lin Youyou."

Chen Xuan thought about it for a while, "Let's eat first," after a while, "We're going to record the day after tomorrow, right?"

Ang Lee: "From 03 noon to 30:[-] the day after tomorrow."

Chen Xuan: "Only two and a half hours?"

Li Ang: "It was only two hours, but Lao Bian forced us to squeeze out for another half an hour. The opening ceremony will begin on the [-]st. These two days, the Rongcheng Concert Hall has been extremely busy from top to bottom, and Lao Bian is needed everywhere. .”

Chen Xuan: "I don't think two and a half hours is enough, can you find another recording, anyway, there is a venue."

Li An: "The venue is also tight. The foreign orchestras and performers invited by Fang Yongbo have arrived one after another. There are places to use venues everywhere. If I hadn't made an appointment with Lao Bian in advance, I guess this recording will have to be postponed to September. .”

Chen Xuan: "In this way, a child can record three times at most, and then record all the ensemble works in the rest of the time, and it can't be recorded several times."

Ang Lee: "That's why I said that time is tight, and the next work must be as good as possible."

As Li An's cell phone vibrated twice, Mar Ke's video and Che Lin's reply.

Xiaoche: Teacher, I will practice piano in the afternoon.

Bawanyi: An hour later, you will come to my house with the sheet music.

After replying to Car Li An, he turned on Marco's video again. After listening to it, he shook his head, because there was something wrong with the playing method.

Then reply to Marco: Do ​​you have time in the afternoon?
Xiao Ma: Teacher, my grandma celebrates her birthday in the afternoon, but I don't have to.

Eighty-one: Tomorrow morning.

Xiao Ma: I have all day tomorrow.

Eighty-one: Bring the score at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

After making an appointment for the classes of Ma Ke and Che Lin, Li An contacted several children respectively.

It's not a coincidence that several children are recording videos.

After arranging class times for several people, Li An explained the situation to the parents in the parent group and made it clear that the two days of classes were not counted as paid classes.

In the end, the hot pot meal ended in a hurry.

Chen Xuan still has class in the afternoon, and the two parted ways at the subway entrance.

On the way home, Li An received videos of several children one after another.

While listening to him, he still contacted Lin Youyou, but Lin Youyou's reply was - Artillery expressed the hope that Ang Lee could develop the rich imagination of a musician.

Li An could only give up on this, thinking that the other party really thinks highly of him.

In his eyes, Artillery is a super composer, and Artillery also calls him a musician, which is enough to make him slightly complacent.

But at the same time, the oncoming pressure is not false. People call him a musician, so he must at least give a passing answer.

You: Looking forward to the children's performance
Bawanyi: How do you know it's the children playing?
You: Speechless, forget it, go for it.

Eighty-one: go all out.
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How to give it your all?

Ang Lee plans to follow Chen Xuan's suggestion first, imagining the voices of the children as various string voices under Vivaldi.

It has to be said that using the piano to imitate various musical instruments is no longer a new topic.

As early as the Romantic period, Liszt integrated the piano symphony into his performance.

At the time, this innovative use of color was absolutely genius.

It has been proved by practice that the instrument of piano does have various powerful imitation abilities.

However, the player is Liszt.

A large number of works used as color symphony are also from the hands of Liszt.

Ang Lee now faces two problems.

The first problem is actually not a big problem, the work itself.

Of course, Liszt's complex works require a very high level of performance in order to perform the complex textures that fill each register in a symphonic manner.

But those works can only be done with two hands.

Vivaldi's adaptation by Artillery is also a complex work with rich layers.

But the difference is that this Vivaldi is played by fourteen hands.

Therefore, the effect brought by the work itself, as long as seven people sit together, it will be ok.

Even if the effect is almost, it can also reflect the symphony effect.

Several children only have to take responsibility for themselves.

This also leads to the second question.

What kind of standard each child can play each part is directly related to the final degree of completion.

That is, how he can make the instruments in each child's hands exude the color of strings, which is definitely a challenge.

A near impossible challenge.

There is a major premise for Liszt to propose piano symphony, that is, the extension of piano technology.

Several children have not even fully mastered the traditional piano skills, so there is no symphony.

But he still wanted to give it a try, just for Artillery, if nothing else.

How to try, take the three children in class this afternoon as an experiment.

The three children attending class this afternoon are Xiao Che, Xiao Liu, and Ji Yang.

If it is difficult for these three children to accept, then he will just give up and return to his old path of pursuing uniformity.At a quarter past two, the door of the living room came again.

"I'll go and open the door." The car rushed ahead of Liu Fengrui.

With Ji Yang's arrival, the protagonists of this afternoon are all here.

The three of them each held their own voice scores, and sat in a row against the base of the wall.

Li Anchen pondered for a moment, and then gave a 10-minute narration with the allocation of voice parts as the starting point.

Xiao Liu was the first to ask: "Teacher, then my part should be the part of the first viola."

Li Ang: "Yes, your duty is to be responsible for the music output of the middle voice, undertake part of the accompaniment, and coordinate the range for the melody part."

Xiao Liu didn't know what the sound of the viola was like: "Teacher, what should the viola feel like?"

Ang Lee played the prepared viola clips in the Haydn String Quartet, and the four teachers and students listened to him while talking, "The sound of the viola is thick and full, and it has an irreplaceable color expression of other strings."

Xiao Liu nodded, looked down at the music score in his hand again, and imagined what kind of feeling he should use to play it.

At this time, "Teacher, then I am the second violin part." Ji Yang said.

Li Ang: "Yes, Ji Yang, your character is the most important. Your voice is the conductor of this ensemble. You are responsible for the main melody output, and you must lead the music forward."

"The passion and vitality of the whole music needs you to inject it. Imagine the high and bright tone of the violin, and you have to be as calm as dancing on the tip of a knife."

When Xiao Ji heard this, the pressure was even greater, and the corner of her mouth was slightly pursed. She was worried that she could not do a good job of leading a chief vocal department.

Li An saw the change in Ji Yang's expression, and said with relief: "Don't be stressed, the second violin part I'm in charge of echoes you, and I'll help you pad the thickness of the melody."

Ji Yang nodded, "Teacher, I understand."

Finally Ang Lee looked at the car.

Xiaoche had some ideas in his mind, but he didn't know if they were right or not.

"Tell me, Rider." Li An imitated Marco's tone, and the atmosphere in the study room became much more relaxed.

Xiao Che was very embarrassed when he was called, "Teacher, I am the double bass part."

Obviously, the car that got seven undoubtedly played the role of bass here.

"Continue." Li An said.

Xiao Che: "Teacher, I am in charge of the rhythm."

Ang Lee: "Not exactly, let me give you an inaccurate analogy. If you compare the rhythm of this song to an engine, Senior Sister Ji Yang is the core of the engine, and the rest of us are the engine's core." parts, and you."

After a pause, "Cherin, you are not part of the engine, but you are gasoline, the fuel of the engine."

"do you understand?"

Xiao Che nodded thoughtfully.

Ang Lee continued: "And your task is not just as fuel, but also as the foundation, the pillar, the order, and the stability of the boundaries of the music. You initiate all the transitions of rhythm changes."

Listening to the teacher's words, Xiao Che's eyes scanned the score in his hand line by line.

She vaguely seemed to understand how she should play.

At the same time, she realized that in the video she sent to the teacher today, many places did not fulfill the responsibilities of a bass part.

Ang Lee: "Have you noticed those strings of bars with only chords, and those chords that appear on the backbeat? They are areas where you should pay more attention."

Car: "Every chord must be played full."

Ang Lee then emphasized: "It needs to be very full and flexible. Do you understand? In your video, a lot of fingertips touch the keys, which are more than flexible but not full enough, and some chords need to be continued to the next beat. Don’t rush to release the pedal where you have been pedaling for a long time.”

Xiao Che spat lightly, and then his little face was full of excitement.

Ang Li laughed, turned around and continued: "This is an ensemble, which is different from a solo performance. You must pay attention to coordination and cooperation. Maybe a small negligence on your part, or your own self-assessment, will affect the overall musical effect."

After speaking, Ang Lee picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, and then released the original string music, "Now I give you 10 minutes, listen to it carefully, and think about it carefully."

After finishing speaking, Ang Li left the study room, leaving space for the three children.

He also needed to think quietly for a while. Based on the feedback he had just received from the communication with the three children, he felt that it was okay.

It was not as troublesome as he expected, and everyone's acceptance ability was A+.

These three voices plus him, if the four of them can achieve a passing level of symphonic feeling, then even if the three children receive feedback tomorrow, the final feedback effect should not be too bad.

Thinking of this, Li An felt a little more at ease.

"Come over eighty thousand."

Not even [-], still licking his feet comfortably.

So Li An went over, bent down and took the hair that was going to be eaten by Bawan from Bawan's mouth.

"Stupid or not, he even eats his own hair." He said how recently [-] has been vomiting out balls of hair, which is disgusting.

Bawan, who was robbed of his "delicious food", was obviously not reconciled, and argued with the cat's head up: "Meow meow——"

Li Ang: "Stop barking, it's annoying."

Bawan: "Meow meow meow——"

Li An squatted down: "Do you want to eat stewed cat meat?"

Bawan didn't know whether he understood, or was frightened by the evil expression in front of him, and turned his head towards the litter box.

Go in and pick up the cat litter a couple of times, with your back to Ang Lee, use your two front paws to support the outside of the litter box, straighten up, straighten up, and pull directly.

After a while, Li An could smell it.

It really stinks.

He just watched 20 from pulling to burying, the whole process took less than [-] seconds.

This reminds him of Fangzheng, who can squat in a pit for half an hour at a time

At this moment, the study door was suddenly pushed open.

"Teacher, your cell phone is ringing." Xiao Liu's voice came, "It should be a phone call."

Li An returned to the study room, the phone on the piano was vibrating non-stop, he picked up the phone, turned around and said, "Go on."

Then hurried back to the living room.

"Hello mom."

"Don't be busy, tell me."

"Black goji berries? Did Li Fu come by himself?"

"Oh, okay, then you can keep it for yourself."

"Hey, make some soup or something and put some in it, it's okay, let my dad eat a few."

On the other side of the phone, An's mother kept saying that she would send it to Li An. Li An thought that he couldn't use it. In the end, he had no choice but to stop his old mother's enthusiasm.

"That's fine, then I'll contact you to pick up the package."

"Okay, then I don't care, I don't want anything else, don't send it, um, okay, mom, huh."

After hanging up the phone, Li An wondered if there was anyone around who needed black goji berries?
Do you want to make up for Teacher Wei?

The black wolfberry from my hometown is said to be quite strong.

Hey Hey Hey.