musicians of old

Chapter 117 Finished writing, come back (5K [-] in [-])

After directing the plasterers and porters to do the finishing work, Fanning paid them the final payment.

He walked in and out back and forth, looking at the "Composer House" as a whole: white walls, blue and red inverted V-shaped roof, windows on three sides, and the main entrance facing the direction of the lake.

There are steps about one meter high to enter the door, and the inside is divided into two by simple wooden curtains, and necessary tables and chairs, pianos, fireplaces, hammocks and other items are equipped, which makes the 18 square meters space still spacious.

Although the display is simple, the quality brought by the high budget of 200 pounds makes it look exquisite and serene.

The piano is a small triangle of the "Personrov" brand, with a price of 400 pounds including transportation. It belongs to the entry-level configuration of the triangle. "Boethius", its material and craftsmanship are pure and stable, its tone is more solid and deep, and it has a more unique characteristic: very high sensitivity.

The wonderful interpretation made on it will go straight to the heart and be more shocking, but unfortunately, if there are flaws in the performance, or there are untrained functions of the fingers, it will be magnified more than ten times. Fanning is not necessarily friendly, but is definitely suitable for composing.

Fan Ning originally had no money to go through such troubles, and the remaining funds including Lu's remuneration were accounted for on "Golden Sparks". Fortunately, he immediately received another 1800 pounds - the manuscript of the string quartet "Death and the Maiden" has now become a Collection of the Adair family.

After the hut was built, Fan Ning spent three days writing the first movement of the "First Symphony" in one breath based on a large amount of previous accumulation and ideas. symbol.

Looking through the window, the town is just a few minutes' walk ahead, and the warm light spreads out, illuminating every inch of skin in the light brown dusk above it.

There are lakes, mountains and the sky in the distance, the outline of the forest draws a long arc in the dimness, and the dark blue sky is condescending, with a sense of mysterious magnificence.

"What are you doing here again?" Fanning walked out of the room and asked with a smile when the sound of the piano stopped.

"Mr. Composer, we want to learn more and learn some new tunes or accompaniment systems."

Three onlookers held notebooks and pens in their hands and hurriedly stood up from the feet of the scarecrow. Another person, holding a lighted cigar, was leaning into the window and looking in. .

"A composer from a big city came to the village and wrote his symphony here." The news had been spread several days ago, and many people had come to see it, or were in awe of serious music , or want to learn some skills, or pure curiosity.

Although the door of Fanning's room was opened and closed from time to time, the residents who came to watch did not knock on the door or enter without authorization. They would make silent gestures to the children to prevent disturbing Mr. Composer's musical thoughts.Fanning also found fruit baskets delivered on the threshold of the house.

These country musicians are the most frequent onlookers. They have some vocal and organ foundations, and some can play guitar, piano, orchestral music or various percussion instruments—most of them are inherited from their fathers or master-apprentice. The previous generation adopted the method of word of mouth to teach some instrument playing skills, master music pieces, folk song and dance tunes and impromptu accompaniment routines to the successors.

Just as artists are respected in cities, country musicians or painters also have a high status in rural society. Even because the village and town circles are smaller and social relations are flatter, they can enjoy some "practical" respect: such as church services, schools, etc. Classes, tavern performances, weddings and funerals, social activities of the squires.In fact, their income is also very considerable.

"Sir, are you going to visit the town? Gentleman William will hold a dance at his manor tonight. He has repeatedly expressed the hope that you can take time out of his busy schedule to come. If you go, he will be very happy." A country musician asked.

"That's what I meant."

In fact, Fanning has gotten to know many people these days. Squire William came to the hotel very early to visit after hearing about it, and he had many exchanges with country musicians in his free time.

This world already "emphasizes inspiration and despise theory". When he arrived in a small place, Fan Ning found that the music theory of these country musicians was even more messed up. It has been handed down point-to-point from the previous generation - the master plays a sentence and the apprentice learns a sentence in this way.

But this does not mean that they have no musical nutrients worth absorbing: musical life experiences worth listening to, rich melody materials, impromptu artistic wisdom, certain folk songs or dance genres with long meanings... Fanning has learned a lot from them. Things that cannot be learned in academic life.

In return, Fanning also explained some basic music theories to them, popularized the sources of many music selections they are familiar with, and shared more popular tunes in serious music—by simplifying, adapting, etc. for them to record, For easy playing and singing.

On the streets of the town in the twilight, the air is filled with the sweet smell of dinner, the shops on both sides have turned on the gas lamps, the girl is leaning on the curtain on the second floor, the sound of the harmonica is floating out, the children are singing and chasing and playing, the livestock are tired The ground honked, and the farmers lined up to drive them to the farm.

"Kids, what are you singing about?" Fanning leaned over and asked with a smile.

The little boy holding the bell sucked his snot and shook his head blankly at Fanning.

"I know! It's called 'Brother Jacques'!" The older little girl jumped up to Fanning showing off, and answered with a grin, and then led the children up the haystack, leaving behind a string of noisy and cheerful Song: "Are you still sleeping, are you still sleeping? Good brother, good brother. The morning bell has struck, the morning bell has struck, jingle bells, jingle bells..."

"Sir, are you also interested in these nursery rhymes?" A country musician asked curiously when he saw Fan Ning was so amused.

"It's very malleable, isn't it?" Fanning's answer left the musicians scratching their heads.

...Never mind, it sounds a bit like "Two Tigers", a nursery rhyme, the melody is simple and repetitive, and many of them are similar.

Before Fan Ning got close to the courtyard of Squire William, he saw clouds of smoke swirling in the sky above the branches of the courtyard. The smoke from the burning of locust tree and jujube wood mixed with the smell of roasted beef and sheep, and they kept moving toward the courtyard. Drill in the nose.

The drawing room was old, spacious, and tidy, with cream curtains, crimson walls, smooth floors, and walnut gallwood furniture, all of which reflected the light of the gas lamp.

The charcoal fire in the two long steel troughs was burning vigorously. The servants turned the skewers for roasting the lamb, and the fragrant fat dripped into the troughs, making a tempting sound of sizzling.

The gentlemen and ladies here are not as fashionable as Uflander, and their manners are relatively less restrained. The guests chat and laugh or play cards in groups of twos and threes.

Someone looked over at Fanning, and then more guests looked out from the lounge.

"Mr. Pianist! You are here!!" The two little girls, about eleven or twelve years old, with soft long hair and pomegranate red dresses, ran up to Fan Ning excitedly. It burrowed from the side, leaving claw marks on Fanning's trouser legs.

"Sorry...Mr. Pianist." A little girl squatted down and patted the puppy's head, "It's too small and doesn't know how to be polite...It's actually a smart and pure-blooded roving hound. Bought it from a friend for 40 pounds..."

Seeing this scene, Gentleman William in a leather vest stroked his beard and smiled: "Dear Mr. Composer, you finally have free time tonight... My two precious little girls have been with you for fifteen minutes since the last time. After class, you have been clamoring for me to invite you to come again."

"I'm here to watch and learn from the performance and dance you are waiting for." Fanning responded politely.

The squires first offered Fanning tea, then cubed cheese, sweets, and pastries, and finally some steaming strips of meat from a scalding leg of mutton for him to taste.

Originally, according to the usual practice, the guests would appreciate the performance of the little heroine or the musicians first, but at the moment the country musicians dared not come forward, and more ladies gave Fanning their admiration and anticipation.

"It is an honor to invite you, a noble composer, to kick off today's ball." Mrs. William Gentleman said so.

Fanning did not refuse. He took off his white gloves, sat down in front of the upright piano, stretched out his right index finger, together with his middle finger, and played a bright and cheerful vibrato on the A flat key in the high register.

This vibrato turned into a cheerful repeating pattern, and then the left hand joined in three beats, and Fanning played a cheerful and gorgeous melody with repeated turns, climbing to a high place at a dizzying speed, and then sliding down with a playful wave.

He played Chopin's famous "Waltz in D-flat Major" (Op.64 No.1), also known as "Puppy Waltz".

The little girl's golden retriever puppy was spinning happily around the pedals. The squire's family and all the guests held their breath and listened with pricked ears. The country musicians even stared at Fanning's fingers on the keyboard without blinking, for fear of missing it. a little detail.

Such exquisite and passionate melody, such elegant and gorgeous harmony, and such high-level creation and performance, I am afraid that it can only appear in those aristocratic music salons in big cities!

The tempo in the middle section is a little slow, the melody is delicate and sweet, and then the first fast phrase is repeated. After the fast sound flow passes from high to low, Fan Ning's fingers are lightly lifted from the keyboard, and all the sounds are absorbed in an instant. Cleaned up, then turned his head, smiled and looked at the cute little girl with staring eyes.

After less than two minutes of playing, he sat down and exited amidst the applause that almost overturned the roof. Then the musicians played some fragments of Meyer's symphony with wind instruments, and then sang some Kashunich for the crowd. Early cantatas.

The dance style here is also different from that of big cities. It is more fresh and lively, more enthusiastic and unrestrained, and more rustic. Fan Ning always appreciates it carefully in his seat, and politely clinks glasses with the gentlemen and ladies who come forward to say hello.

Towards the end, several country musicians gathered around again, and a musician who was relatively familiar with staves handed over the notation paper he had recorded, and asked Fanning to proofread and complete it.

He is the home piano teacher of Gentleman William's two youngest daughters. Last time Fanning showed the two little girls the melody playing and the breathing of the phrases, he was also listening as a student.

"The tonality is quite accurate... It's just that the right hand is almost only written, but many abbreviated prompts are quite down-to-earth." Fan Ning secretly flashed this comment in his heart. He took the pen and used it for more than ten minutes , proofread the melody of the right hand, and then completed the accompaniment chords of the left hand.

The musician thanked him after taking it. He didn't know Fanning's name, but he wrote carefully on the upper right of the score: "Mr. Composer from the lakeside cottage, March 913, 3 in the new calendar."

"I have a question for you," Fanning said.

"Don't dare, please tell me."

"What's the name of their fast-slow dance song? Do you have more material?"

"Sir... this is called 'Leanderle', you are also interested in this? To be honest, the noble musicians in the city generally look down on these country materials, and they are not willing to talk to us, but if you want, I can give you Write down some common tones."

Fanning said very seriously: "There are high and low levels of music layout, development, and logic, but there is no inspiration and material. They either come from the highest sky, or come from the earth under our feet."

Country musicians seem to understand: "They have two kinds of beats, fast and slow. They have been popular in the countryside north of Eagles for more than two hundred years, but now they are rare. Many young people think that the initial tempo is too unrestrained. They prefer to follow the elegant waltzes of the big cities."

"Really?" Fan Ning's eyes showed thoughtfulness, "I think the waltzes popular in salons today seem to have evolved from the slow branch of 'Leanderle'. Of course, they raised the tempo to a moderate level. degree, more elegant and light..."

Well, there must be some kind of homology, it's all triple time, but 'Leanderle' often divides each beat into two eighth notes, and even splits the first beat into triplets, which is not only enthusiastic Unrestrained, even according to the words of the previous life, there is some emotion and magic...

He took the paper with "Leandre" material, glanced at the numbered lines on it, thanked him and put it away.

"Mr. Pianist, when will you come to give us lessons again?" At the end of the meeting, a little girl ran to Fan Ning and called her father, "Dad, you should give the piano more money." Mr. Jia."

"I am willing, but what is more important is your time." Gentleman William laughed, and then sent Fanning out in person, and invited him to come over for tea tomorrow morning.

In the middle of the night, Fanning stepped into the gate of the hotel, and his eyes fell on the woodcut "Hunter's Burial" again.

"It looks heavy, but it is lively and interesting. This ironic artistic conception really fits my vision for the funeral march of the third movement."

"It's better to make a bold attempt to use the theme of the children's song "Brother Jacques" just heard in the "breathing motive" that the timpani repeatedly beats, and make a minor version of the deformation, and then use imitation techniques to make sounds between the various instruments Superimpose all of them, using the timbre character of each instrument, to compare the various small animals buried in the forest to hunters, so that they are piled up into a huge canon structure..."

"In this way, the low-level nursery rhymes combined with the high-level polyphonic canon form the first stage of my irony... After that, I will perform the vulgar ditty and symphonic orchestration on Uflander Fusion, to achieve the second ironic effect..."

Seeing Fan Ning staring blankly at the front desk, the hostess of the hotel, Schwent, asked in surprise, "Sir, it's late, do you want to go up and rest first, I want them to prepare hot water for you."

"no thank you."

As if waking up from a dream, Fan Ning quickly flipped through his notebook and began to record his inspirations. Then, without taking a break, he rushed back to the "composing cabin" by the lake that night, and it was another sleepless night.

Time passed day by day. In this state of frantically absorbing nutrients and devoting himself to creation, Fan Ning finished the third movement, and then integrated various dance music materials into his own ideas to complete the second movement. These creative elements fine-tune and supplement some of the development and transition passages of Professor Anton's final movement, making the overall logic more rigorous.

Thus, Fanning completed the "First Symphony" in his life in the "Composer's Cabin" on the shore of Lake Murtraun.

One early morning in early April, the breeze blew across the lake, the trees sprouted new buds, and there were boundless green waves on the fields outside the village.

As usual, several country musicians came to the lakeside with pens and paper, ready to listen to Fanning's piano practice in the morning, but they didn't hear any sound when they approached the "composition cabin". one person.

"Mr. Composer has left? It's only been a month..." Several people stood by the lake in despair for a long time, then retreated helplessly. I saw two little girls in white dresses carrying fruit baskets.

"Mr. Pianist left?"

"Go back, everyone." The piano teacher of the squire's daughter said, "Mr. Composer has finished his composition, and he has returned to the big city. Presumably his symphony will be staged there soon."

"He taught us a few times, and it was only an hour in total... Will he come back?"

"Can we hear?"

The two little girls asked different questions.

"...I believe it will." Another country musician looked at the small figure of the "Composer Hut", not knowing which question to answer, "We have no chance to premiere, and we don't know the name of Mr. Composer, but it won't be long , His symphony may be played in concert halls in various cities, we always have a chance."

On the afternoon of April 4, the temperature was not cold, but there was still a drizzle of rain in the leaden gray clouds of Uflandsel.

"Woo-!"

The whistle of the steam train arriving at the station sounded.

Fan Ning, carrying a travel bag, walked out of the platform along with the crowd of people. From a distance, he saw a plastic sign with a woodpecker pattern floating above the heads of the crowd.

He approached and saw Xilan and Joan waving vigorously at him.

　Thanks for the little confused and confused monthly ticket reward~Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the reward~Thanks to Mangshan Fox Nine, Bu Wen Geng, White Night Pigeon, Tianwei Qingfeng, Tianlan Youmeng, and book friends with tail number 4591 for the monthly tickets~
　　
　
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