I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 437 When you understand this song, you will come and sing with me
The New York Philharmonic Orchestra has a dedicated Philharmonic Hall in Lincoln Center, relying on the nearby Conservatory of Music.

It must be the top music temple in the world.

There is no white man in the real relationship, everyone talks and laughs, and every member should be a top expert.

Now if the record company is not big enough, most of them have signed a similar company relationship.

I'm really not necessarily interested in playing this newcomer's new song.

Just studying those world famous songs is enough for them to spend their whole lives.

So it's no wonder that the security guards at Lincoln Center have their nostrils turned upside down. It's like a dharma house isolated from the world.

Even Alex is indifferent.

Jing Xiaoqiang and the others stood by and listened for maybe an hour.

When the whole orchestra was in between rehearsals, the record company had the opportunity to come forward with a shy face and ask if they could come again.

Alex nodded sternly, and tapped the baton to signal the entire orchestra.

A dozen or so teachers and students of the Shanghai Theater Academy were sitting in the front row of the concert hall.

Immediately, I felt a sense of astonishment as to what the hell I have listened to in the past ten days!
The Theater Orchestra has focused on rehearsing for Victory from day one.

Already shocked.

But when the entire orchestra is top-notch and led by a top-notch conductor, it's like this huge wooden barrel, with every board reaching the same height.

Well, it should be that thousands of troops have a good commander.

When you close your eyes, you will be majestic and majestic as soon as you hear it.

There is a tense tension in the unhurried rhythm, like a full bow, like a gun array.

It seems that a figure is slowly standing up, and the invincible magnificence is in front of you!

perfect!

The people from the record company didn't dare to speak loudly, clapping their fingers silently to express their respect and praise.

Jing Xiaoqiang was also very satisfied.

No, this has nothing to do with him, it's just collecting money, and it's not his own son.

Wait for Alex to draw an isosceles triangle and finish his work, then turn around.

Jing Xiaoqiang got up and said, "Ok, ok, let's start recording, come on, you girls stand over there and prepare for the harmony."

The whole audience looked sideways.

All the members of the orchestra including Alex, what kind of green onion are you?
The main reason is that Du Ruolan and the others dressed casually, like tourists.

And he is still young, so young that he has no foundation at first glance.

The Xinxiang Philharmonic Orchestra, who can sing harmony for them? Where did a few crooked Asians come from?

Jing Xiaoqiang rarely talks about racial discrimination, but the difference between European and American countries is very clear.

Just because they call themselves decent and won't show it.

But deep down I just look down on it.

And it's not like a professional player to cooperate with them, it's a desecration of their professional skills.

This is disrespectful.

Jing Xiaoqiang just wanted to record a sound, if this CD becomes popular all over the world in the future.

How wonderful that He Sheng has so many girls, all of whom are his own.

Alex just looked at Jing Xiaoqiang coldly.

This is the brightest moment of his music career, extremely harsh, and the messy gray hair feels frosty.

But Jing Xiaoqiang also looked at him fixedly.

The affectionate kind, with a little smile.

If you don't do something, will the conductor of the People's Philharmonic Orchestra pay attention?
Alex looked at him, he must have been a little more puzzled, but he didn't speak.

In fact, there is another group of people next to the orchestra pit, probably administrative staff such as the artistic director of the orchestra.

I got up impatiently and drove away: "Maybe you have a talent for composing, but professional singing is another matter, so that's it, leave it to us if there is no problem, and I will record it for you later, as for whether to add harmony The sound track, that is your business, such casual voices are not allowed here."

In fact, no matter how good this kind of music is, in the eyes of classical orchestras, it belongs to modern pop music, which can be listened to but not on the stage.

Allowing recording between rehearsals is already giving the record company a lot of face.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't catch up with the conversation, so he could only: "Then, let me sing a section professionally?"

The whole band coaxed, full of disgust and ridicule.

The administrator who got up to drive away had already pushed his hand on Jing Xiaoqiang, but it was a pity that he was too strong and did not push.

"Eri, what is your favorite "What is Life"?"

The orchestra conductor's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: "Who are you... I haven't particularly liked "What is Life"?"

It's bizarre enough to be able to call him what people very close to him call him, but what does the final aria from Tchaikovsky's "The Queen of Spades" have to do with him.

Of course the pushing hand stopped.

Jing Xiaoqiang walked to the side of the orchestra with a smile, and tidied up his $19 Nike T-shirt and the shirt outside: "When you understand this song, you will come and sing with me..."

Wang Qian hurriedly turned her head to look at Du Ruolan, few dancers in China had heard of this name.

The School of Drama is very familiar with it: "It is a famous tragedy, but no one in China has sung it, and no one has rehearsed this play."

But in European and American opera houses, this is the big show.

Looking at his skillful stance and determined expression.

Alex finally squinted his eyes, and made a gesture facing the orchestra with both hands.

All in place, have fun...

tenor……

The tenor voice with coloratura and dazzling skills comes out from Jing Xiaoqiang's generous body, tough vocal cords, and deep resonance!

"Life is gambling, both good and evil, this is just a story for girls to listen to..."

A little crazy, a little crazy!

Get into the show instantly, okay?
The art directors and administrative officials who were sitting on the other side just got up instantly!
They looked at each other in surprise!
So skillful? !
Yes, this aria is the climax of the whole play.

A group of Guards officers heard the legend that the Queen of Spades won a gamble. In order to learn this trick, the male protagonist deliberately pursued the adopted daughter of the Countess who mastered the secret, and killed the Countess and the innocent girl. After using the secret to play cards and winning, he sang this song triumphantly.

Then was scared to death by the last card that turned into a countess ghost.

Greed, ambition and a guilty conscience masked by these emotions.

It is also supplemented by a very complex tenor voice.

This is a relatively rare song in classical opera that requires the singer to be full of acting skills.

Very emphatically the tenor has to sing these complex emotions.

It's like how to be proud of singing in Peking Opera.

There may be tenors whose skills can surpass Jing Xiaoqiang's, but there are definitely not many.

But in this part of the performance, the top masters who specialize in tenor may be easily beaten by the leading actors on Broadway.

No Jing Xiaoqiang can sing if he can sing, and no Jing Xiaoqiang can sing if he can act.

Of course, with the addition of a dance, the others would be left far behind by him.

The tenor is actually physical work, very heavy physical work.

The whole body mobilizes many organs, from the chest cavity, larynx to the brain cavity, are finely vibrating with qi, so pay attention to those tenor voices who often have to maintain solidified movements when singing loudly.

But Jing Xiaoqiang is dancing!

This is super difficult...

Singing loudly, it's like a guy who is playing every hand in a row in the deck of friends, that kind of arrogance, that kind of arrogance, that kind of appearance that thinks he has mastered his destiny.

Even the drama school students who heard this aria for the first time couldn't help but follow Jing Xiaoqiang's emotions and immerse themselves in it.

Wang Qian couldn't help but strangled her hands tightly, as if only in this way could she control herself not to dance with his figure.

But the whole orchestra has already been influenced by Jing Xiaoqiang.

Even if a top master is holding a sword, the sound of metal vibrating can be interpreted as a tune.

Fallen leaves and flying flowers are their weapons.

Because of their emotions, their inner voice can be integrated into the environment and performance.

Jing Xiaoqiang's singing, especially the vivid emotions presented in the singing, took away their emotions.

After dragging Alex's emotions away, he was also a little crazy, as if he didn't notice that his movements were almost the same as Jing Xiaoqiang's.

like a cook.

Keep scooping some MSG here, viola up!

Dip some soy sauce over there, the trombone is not in a hurry!
Brewing you paralyzed, get up!
The conductor is the cook, and the baton is the cook's spoon.

Slamming Fang Qiu drove the entire orchestra into a sophisticated performance machine.

A machine full of emotion!
Every top orchestra conductor has to be a passionate guy.

Only in this way can they mobilize dozens of musicians.

Let the musicians interpret the different tastes of ups and downs.

This is a fairy state that can't be met but cannot be sought!
Dozens of top musicians and a top conductor at his peak.

Plus a top young tenor.

At the same time enter the state to climax.

How hard is it?

It is very difficult for a man and a woman to achieve this goal.

Not to mention so many people.

Oh, and the audience.

The art director has already shaken his head violently, he only hates that he doesn't have this voice, he is the one who knows best and works hardest!
And the middle-aged woman who had been quiet before, tall and thin, now folded her arms and shrugged her shoulders involuntarily. I don't know if it was because of the chills in her back or the upper body of the Countess.

Sing it!

Everyone, can't calm down for a long time.

There is no way to soothe my emotions after the scene.

Wang Qian's face was already flushed.

Du Ruolan and Pan Yunyan clasped their hands together and stood on tiptoe to hold their breath.

Watching Jing Xiaoqiang imitate turning over the cards and being frightened to death, clutching his chest and staggering, he took advantage of the situation and bowed to the orchestra.

take a bow.

There is still a little plot behind the whole play, which is an experience that makes the audience gnash their teeth.

But Jing Xiaoqiang's interpretation is definitely full of his own style.

The orchestra watched his bow and fell silent for a moment.

After the art director took the lead in applauding, they immediately let the applause express their emotions like blue waves rippling.

Alex also put away his previous cold attitude, and bowed at the end with the same movements as Jing Xiaoqiang.

The two bowed to each other.

It is full of sympathy after master fencing.

Then he said in the applause: "Thank you, I have indeed fallen in love with this aria..."

This is after his son was running in the nearby Central Park, and innocent people were attacked and killed.

He used to get very drunk with the accompaniment.

(End of this chapter)