Miss Bach's Crab Canon

Moreover, this can exercise Meow Meow's sense of rhythm, which is very important.

Gao Yiyu also arranged a series of plans, such as setting up two shelves and letting Meow Miao's flame fork to burn multiple bottles.Just like humans control muscles and bones, Miaomiao should also exercise herself.

The dying little flame also felt fulfilled, as if this could really help the master.

Only Joannis's eyes lit up, and she noticed more possibilities: "The power of water vapor...is very powerful. This...if this can be used..."

"...What did you think of? Wait for the year you died and see the answer?"

"Parents, look, Miaomiao can boil water to make coffee... and the water vapor is surprisingly powerful, isn't it? If you can design something to use this power, then Miaomiao can... just do it!"

"Can you?"

"You can make an automatic machine that grinds coffee beans! While boiling water, it also provides power to grind coffee beans... This... Am I a genius?"

Epoch-making ideas often come from the subtleties in life, but as it is now, most of them are useless.

In the following time, Gao Yiyu arranged a few courses for Meow Miao to exercise his sense of rhythm, so that he could continue to boil water and play happily... Well, Gao Yiyu didn't dare to reveal his selfishness, mainly because the weather has been a bit dry recently, and she wanted to buy a Humidifier but found it expensive... Magic is really convenient.

The room became warm and humid, which was good for the girl's skin and hair, and breathing became more comfortable.

Taking advantage of this happiness, Gao Yiyu decided to do something serious.

In the click-click percussion accompaniment, Gao Yiyu subconsciously stepped on the point of speaking: "Keyboard player, do you have any ideas about the composition of the song?"

"Well, modern music is released in the form of albums. An album is used to explain the theme from multiple angles, without jumping out of the frame, right?"

"Almost, about an hour or so is more common, but now that technology is advancing, bands like my favorite often have ten minutes, twenty minutes ... or even three 10-minute long songs, which are different from your classical music. The era of music is consistent."

"That sounds very free, and I like this way of writing. Anyway, it's time to think about what our first album will be about."

Unknowingly came to the balcony, the two of them chatted and came to the balcony, because the sun was just right.

The ancient undead admired the openness of the landscape and thought about what they wanted to describe.Modern people water the flowers on the balcony without any hassle. In fact, they have already thought about why they composed the music.

When the wind blowing outside the window lifted the black and light golden hair, and lifted the tulle curtains——

"I want to use you as the theme." Gao Yiyu told him frankly and cheerfully, a musician from history.

"I want to write about Walmart."

But at the same time, Joannis seemed to feel that this was a good time, and spoke excitedly at the same time.

For a while, the atmosphere was full of embarrassment. Even Miao Miao, who was exercising her sense of rhythm in the room, hurriedly turned down the fire. I always felt that it was a bit weird to keep playing rhythm under such circumstances.

"...you...why do you have trouble with Wal-Mart..." Rubbing his messy hair, Gao Yiyu sighed non-stop, "The same goes for the band before, and it's the same now...it became like this after taking you there, isn't it? Is it because the instant coffee sold disappointed you too much?"

"No, no, no..." Joannis was not affected by the atmosphere, "Because, when you mentioned Wal-Mart members and big cities, I can't forget the depression on your face, I want to help you, put your Turn frustration into motivation."

"...Why do Walmart members frustrate people!!!"

"Because you failed?"

Why are failures and supermarkets linked together...Gao Yiyu fell into a weird contradiction that is hard to even describe, and artificial intelligence fell into a logical trap. I guess this is what it is now?That's all.

"At that time, I should... just... I was just lamenting that if I had a membership, it would be cheaper to buy things... right..."

"Oh……"

Under the sunlight, Joannis's fair face slowly turned red, which matched the vigorous little flame behind her.

In this way, the theme of the band · Loud Revenant of the Old Times, memorable first album, was decided here.

——The undead from the old days, the story of visiting Wal-Mart for the first time.

……

They discuss, they argue, they reconcile.

In two days, music, and the sound of talking about music, filled the small seventy-square-meter house, and even at night, it would turn into their dreams.The ghosts of the old age who know little about modern times, only make rapid progress in music.

She already knows the vastness of modern music, and classical music is only a part of more than ten categories.She never let go of wearing earphones, listening to one album after another recommended by Gao Yiyu, discussing what surprised and curious her, and what they could learn from.

In the early morning of the third day - the rising sun outside the window dragged its traces and landed on Gao Yiyu's quilt and eyelids.

The brilliance brought warmth and nature woke up, she opened her eyes, and found that she was still lying on the bed unexpectedly...

Didn't it fall today... Thinking so, she rubbed her butt as usual, without the pain from the impact.But when he lowered his head, he found that his stomach was a little heavy—it was Joannis.

The musician was sitting on the floor, but lying on Gao Yiyu's body... It was as if he was sleepy in class and used her as a desk.But because of this, if Gao Yiyu is pressed down firmly, no matter how much he rolls, he won't be able to roll down, right?

"Good morning."

It's a pity that Joannis has already woken up, and she didn't show her defenseless face.

On the contrary - Joannis has seen a lot of Gao Yiyu's bleak sleeping posture...

"Why don't you go to bed..."

"Because in this way, I can chat with you as soon as possible and start a new day." She yawned, wiped away her tears with Gao Yiyu's T-shirt, and said, "Yesterday's discussion was very sufficient, but today's agreement... Started making music, didn't you?"

"Ah."

Seeing this energetic approval, Joannis moved her body away and allowed her to leave the sofa.

As Joannis expected, the noisy ghosts of the old times will start the production of the first song today.The first song of the album, especially their narrative music with a theme like this, is called "Prelude" no matter in ancient times or now.

This is a word of great significance and weight.

Gao Yiyu didn't want to disappoint her enthusiasm, and of course, he didn't want to hide his expectation.So she directly picked up her clothes, and was about to get out of the quilt to prepare for the overture... But at this moment of complacency, Joannis got up on her stomach again, preventing her from getting up.

She looked embarrassed: "...sleeping...sleep numb...wait, wait for me...don't touch me."

While saying "OK", Gao Yiyu poked her.

No way, who can refuse to use her screams in the morning as the prelude to the day.

……

"The prelude should be about 1 minute and 30 seconds long."

"Ah."

"Instrumental arrangement is piano, electric guitar clean, and your voice."

Gao Yiyu hugged the tattered electric guitar on his lap, which was unexpectedly a bit big compared to the girl's figure.On the opposite side of the seat was the serious Yoannis, who was listening to Gao Yiyu's arrangement.

The piano represents her, and the guitar represents Gao Yiyu. This is their band, and the prelude begins with this.

The instrumental arrangements are all soft, there are no bass or rhythm parts, and no one wants to hear the loud voice just after playing the first song.Therefore, even those death metal or exciting power metal, will choose a relatively acceptable way in the overture.

This is called fading in.

"What's the theme of the overture?"

"The ghost of the musician after death hears the call from the grave."

"Ah."

This is a heavy description, but reality and history have been rewritten. They are all living in the flow of the times, so they accepted this painful theme calmly.

Gao Yiyu said: "This is the beginning of your story, it's up to you to write a light piano melody and play it yourself."

"it is good."

Ioannis did not reject it, nor did she stick to the delicacy and complexity of the Baroque.In the era of her life, she was not a conservative, so she was hidden by the old era and found by the new era-just like now, she can open the synthesizer keyboard by herself and choose the sound she wants.

Not a piano—

It was the timbre imprinted in her soul, the harpsichord.As one of the ancestors of the piano, the harpsichord has a soft, quiet and conservative tone.There is no need for a metronome to guide the performance, and no need for rhythm parts and bass to support the melody. Her eyes and fingers can already reach the end of everything.

At C5, she presses the key.

The white notes are ethereal like a bird flying away from the window.

It wakes up the sleepers without making them feel noisy.

Then, Joannis's right hand swam to the left like flowing water.But along the way, tap on the keys with your fingers, leaving a string of colorful notes.Only then did the left hand press the low black key to fill in the gap in the melody—it was a half step, but it was not abrupt at all.

Ioannis forgot most of the stuff and just concentrated on the music.The same is true for Gao Yiyu, but she is drawn to each key press - until the end, she realizes that the end will be...

After the note that faded out at the end disappeared, Gao Yiyu realized that there was a feeling of regret in his heart... regretting the note's departure.The recording of the piano melody part ended, a full 1 minute and 30 seconds, without any prior writing or pondering, just following her fingers and heart, Joannis ended her work.

"As long as this simple melody has a good direction and a sense of harmony between the notes, it will be nice to hear and easy to write. But in the Baroque era, this kind of thing would be scolded... because there are so many notes for you, You wrote it so simply."

After speaking casually, Joannis stretched out her hand, like a street gangster inviting someone to fight, and stared at the next prey.

"It's your turn, guitarist, let me see what you can do. Don't say that your legs are numb after sitting for too long, so you can't play."

034 Gift

After recording her own part in one go, Ioannis stretched her waist very happily, staring at Gao Yiyu with a provocative feeling, but the latter didn't stare back at all - and didn't even respond to Ioannis.

Gao Yiyu just entered his own world.

The echo of Joannis' piano sound is still floating in Gao Yiyu's mind...

She hugged the guitar, stepped on the beat of the melody in her mind, walked from the chair to the cabinet, and took out the electric guitar effector that had not been used for three days, as well as miscellaneous cables-she was always with these things in the past, but since To bring Ioannis into this era, I have to alienate them...

Therefore, Gao Yiyu even felt a sense of freshness when he took out the heavy effector.

But muscles remember everything.

This is a multi-effects processor, the Mooer GE300, which is domestically produced and very popular in recent years.

In short, multi-effects processors integrate various functions and are general-purpose.Its effect is very good, and it is quite a good choice for a poor student like Gao Yiyu who is struggling with money.

After connecting the electric guitar and then the sound card, Gao Yiyu pressed the switch.The ugly marquee swayed around each button before the screen slowly turned on.Gao Yiyu put the effector by his feet, so he could feel it with his feet almost without looking at it, and tuned it to the tone he made.

Although the preset tone of this effect unit is quite good, it is completely useless for the self-made electric guitar. In order to make the broken one in hand have a good sound, Gao Yiyu has tried his best.

The electric guitar is a wonderful instrument.

At the beginning, the sound of the acoustic guitar was too small to be played on some occasions, so people in the last century pondered and plugged the acoustic guitar into the circuit.The vibration of its strings will be converted into electronic signals, and then output to the speaker to restore the tone as much as possible to an acoustic guitar.

Therefore, at that time, many speaker companies were focusing on signs such as "fidelity" and "reduction".

However, even so, their products still suffer from various problems, and the result is timbre-distortion.

This is a kind of clumsy technical error and product quality problem that makes the manufacturer ashamed, but the musicians who play the guitar feel that the distorted tone is so attractive, and so do the audience... In this way, the modern electric guitar The true soul of music is thus born.

But Gao Yiyu didn't want to play an electric guitar that was too distorted - at least for now, it wasn't suitable.

So she chose a preset that was close to clean, of course, with cabinet simulation.

Although the tube amplifier is the companion of the electric guitar, it has a very scary name: the neighbor killer.Its meaning is not that it will kill the neighbors, but that when the speaker is turned on, the power is turned on, and the electric guitar is played with a distorted tone, people in the whole building and the whole street will come to the door with a knife.

Therefore, poor students without a recording studio, if they want to record something at home, they can only open the box to simulate, and then directly convert the sound into data, and transfer it to the computer through the sound card.

In order to stop Joannis from asking "What is this?", "Why did you step on it?", "Why is your guitar so ugly?" Headphones.

As for Gao Yiyu himself, he sat on the chair where Annis was playing...Strange, the ghost's butt is also warm?That's all.Chasing away her wild thoughts, she used the stereo that came with the synthesizer keyboard to play what Joannis had just played.

And then—she picked up the pick.

She lowered her head, her long hair covered her eyes and fell on the strings.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I can hear the sound of Joannis' piano.

All she had to do was to fill in her own notes in the blank space Joannis had left for her.

"——?"

When the melody of the harpsichord fades in and stays in the ears of the audience—Gao Yiyu's right hand gently presses the strings, and his left hand gently rubs the suffocated second string.

Her guitar also starts with the smallest volume, and it blends into the sound of the piano very naturally.

The vibrato with the left hand is getting stronger and stronger, and the vibrato with the right hand is released a little bit.

When the volume increased from small to large and merged with Joannis's piano sound——she bit the plectrum on her lips, poured all her strength into her free hands, and knocked on the strings one by one.At this moment, the electric guitar has become a musical instrument like a harpsichord. When she touches the strings with both hands, she plays a fluttering melody that is completely different from the harpsichord.

Joannis's piano is the breeze of the weather forecast, and her tapping is the ensuing drizzle.

But she didn't take away the sweetness of the harpsichord. When the blank of the melody line has been completely filled-her tapped strings become sliding strings, and she naturally retreats into the background, becoming that little supporting role.

She started working in the lower register, playing improvised riffs for Joannes.

Even those thin blank spaces on the harpsichord, she just fills in the gaps with pull-offs, bends, and wah-wahs, without distracting the audience.This is a prelude to Joannis, and she just has to add to it, not contend with it.

When the harpsichord of 1 minute and 30 seconds came to an end—Gao Yiyu also rubbed the end note of string 1, letting it fade out slowly and slowly.

It wasn't until everything was over that she raised her head with a little regret, threw the pick on the table, exhaled a sigh of exhaustion, and wiped her loose long hair behind her.

At this time-

Someone behind took the long hair, pinched it gently in his hand, and tied it with a rubber band.