musicians of old

Chapter 10 Preliminary Exploration of Art Museums

Fanning finally understood now.

Why is it that people in this world can't figure out any tricks, but think it's a good music material.

Including Professor Anton, as well as the original owner before his time travel.

Just like pop songs, only if you have listened to the melody many times, you can immediately recognize it even if you don’t listen to the melody, as long as a few chords are played in the prelude.

Their previous research methods really only regarded them as music materials, and partially intercepted, disassembled, and spliced ​​them together to facilitate their own creation.

But as the professor said in his diary, these sound sequences are mixed with another part of "mysterious chords", and the color effect may be a bit weird.

He still remembered the teacher's previous advice:
"This kind of mysterious chord must not be played casually. If you want to try its sense of hearing, you must mix a lot of other materials, or do not step on the sustain pedal to prevent the sounds from resonating together."

For example, Fanning reads one of the groups: C, F sharp, B, E an octave higher, A an octave higher, D an octave higher...

The tones in this chord mostly overlap in the form of pure fourths, augmented fourths, etc., which is completely different from the third-degree construction of conventional chords.

Fanning can probably imagine the sound effect: the color is cold, empty, with a touch of weirdness.

Even if Professor Anton has never heard these classical music works, he can still find their abruptness, but he just can't figure out why, so he studies hard.

As for Fanning, this will not disturb him even more.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and fell into thought.

"Beethoven's Tempest Sonata?...Chopin's Black Key Etudes?...Tchaikovsky's Fourth Symphony?..."

Fan Ning repeatedly tried to figure out the names of these 11 works, as well as the auditory memory, but he never found any special meaning.

"Da da da da da da." The sound of the carriage continued to sound.

When he opened his eyes again, Fan Ning looked at the dense notes, and finally caught a trace of something!
These 11 sound series fragments are all recorded in the simplest key, that is, C major or A minor with all white keys on the piano.

But the tonality of the 11 works hidden behind must be different!
It is equivalent to when they were recorded as fragments of the sound sequence, they were moved to the simplest key in a unified way!

Similar to singing KTV, the original song is keyed up or down, and all become the same key.

why?
Deliberately erasing the differences in tonality between them?

Tonality...

Fanning's eyes flashed, he took out a small notebook from his inner pocket, and unscrewed the cap of the pen.

He rewrote it.

The first piece: Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. [-] "The Tempest" in D minor.

Second sheet: Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. [-] "Dawn" in C major.

The third sheet: Bach's Goldberg Variations in G major.

The fourth sheet: Schubert's "Piano Sonata No. [-]", in B-flat major.

Fifth Sheet: Mozart's Clarinet Concerto in A Major
Sheet Six: Liszt's Sonata in B minor, B minor
Sheet [-]: Shostakovich's Ninth Symphony in E flat major
Sheet [-]: Chopin's "Black Key Etude" in G flat major
Sheet [-]: Mendelssohn "Violin Concerto" in E minor
Sheet Ten: Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. [-] in F minor
Sheet [-]: Chopin's Polonaise in A flat major, in A flat major
"I understand."

There are only 12 kinds of sound names in the world, which are the seven white keys and five black keys of the piano.

The tonality corresponding to the 11 works occupies 11 types.

The only thing missing is-

C sharp!It's Do!

Missing, C sharp?

So?

"We're here on Lunwan Avenue, East Mecklen, sir." The coachman's voice interrupted Fanning's thoughts.

"Chi la, chi la, chi la..." Fanning tore the paper to pieces, crumpled it up and got out of the car.

No. 115, Lunwan Avenue, this small simple townhouse is his current residence - the house is not far from the art museum, and was used to provide accommodation for 4-5 art museum employees.

The air was damp and cold, and the wrought iron pattern on the banister was greasy and gray. Fanning climbed the steps step by step, passed the yellowed posters pasted on them, and opened the door of the house.

It has a living room, a simple kitchen, and an underground storage room. Upstairs are two small rooms that can be used as bedrooms, with an independent bathroom. Although the space is not large, it is more than enough for one person to live today.

More importantly, in this era when many middle-class people need to rent houses, it belongs to Fanning completely-the current market valuation is about 500-600 pounds.

Fanning opened the piggy bank on the second floor, added a few shillings to his trouser pocket, and then changed into an old but more flexible brown trench coat.

At last he thought again, and took a tallow candle and a small box of yellow phosphorus matches.

After finishing the preparations, set off to walk to the Turner Art Museum.

He walked through the townhouses in this area, through a row of ramshackle alleys, and came to Letji Street, which runs parallel to Lunvin Avenue.

This area is the most prosperous area in East Mecklen, where there are endless streams of carriages, cars and crowds.

Go a little further east, pass a bright and tidy cafe, and turn in at the animal sculpture.

A downhill narrow alley, more than [-] meters away, he saw the gate of the courtyard and the large three-story building inside.

The deeper the alley, the darker the light. The iron fence in the yard has already been rusted and mottled, and the iron gate is unlocked, weakly concealed.

Fanning reached out with a disturbing crunch and stepped inside.

In this city filled with industrial waste gas, acid rain and dust, everything is being eroded at a double speed.

There are uneven stone bricks under the feet, clumps of unknown withered yellow weeds grow from the gaps, and they are in a desolate and lodging shape, and there are a few messy old things piled up in the corner of the yard.

The art gallery in front of him no longer had the color in his memory. In the night, the walls of the building showed a thick gray-black color, and the oval windows on the first floor folded in the long and narrow arches were all tightly locked.

He walked up the steps, removed the dusty and greasy closure notice stand, leaned his chest upwards, and opened the heavy brass lock with the key hanging around his neck.

The decaying musty smell is mixed with dust.

There is only a colorless reception desk in the empty guide hall.

Following his memory, Fanning found an empty lantern behind the desk, dumped out the dust, replaced it with the tallow candle in his pocket, and lit it with a yellow phosphorous match.

He then closed the door and locked it.

The air here is full of decaying musty and dusty smells, but there is no difficulty in breathing, and the vents in the entire building should still be functioning normally.

That is, the hearing fell into absolute silence, and the vision fell into extreme dimness.

Except for the dim light of the lantern in his hand, it gave him a visible distance of a few meters.

Fanning felt the space was becoming increasingly alien and unreal.

He suddenly panicked, and instinctively wanted to turn around and open the door, letting in the little light from outside.

But rationality hesitated for a moment, and for the sake of caution, gave up the idea.

There is no water supply and lighting here. In such a large area, and upstairs, even if there is a light source at the door, what's the point.

And it's not safe to leave the door open.

After calming down, Fanning in the dark began to search for the memory of the original owner two or three years ago.

After a while, he suddenly frowned.

Among the various complex unpleasant smells, there seemed to be a hint of rancid smell mixed in.

dead mouse?Bathroom drains in disrepair?still.
Still don't scare yourself.

Fan Ning made up his mind, took a step forward with a lantern, and planned to go to the mobile exhibition hall on the first floor.

　Thanks to Big Strawberry, Sanyuanli, Caiyun Fengliu, Xiao Xixi who loves oranges, and book friends with tail numbers 7328, 7481, and 1965 for their rewards.

　　The test water push station has arrived, and the May Day website and APP will be launched.The ball is a collection and follow-up, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)