musicians of old

Chapter 321 Symphony No. [-] in C Minor, V
“Chachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachacha!!!

Under Kaplan's beat, the double bass' "Interrogation Motive" tore out of the silence again, bringing out a savage and out-of-control bang!

Fifth movement, expanded sonata form, last day, resurrection carol.

The whole band poured out overwhelming chords in B-flat minor, the trumpets and trombones sounded the "Judgment Motivation" in F minor, and the sound of frightened horns spanned octaves, heralding an apocalyptic scene.

But the foreground is fleeting like a tide, and the cellos and double basses wander in the shadows.

His swing became soft for a while, and the atmosphere returned to the quiet C major. Some listeners recalled the second theme of the "Pastoral Pastoral" in the first movement. Stagger imitation:

"sol-do--" "sol-do--"

"sol—do, re, mi, fa, sol—" "sol—do, re, mi, fa, sol—"

It is still the simple alternation of dominant and dominant tones, going up with a pure scale of one, two, three, four, five, and then sliding down in a roundabout way.

But here it brings the solemn temperament of the chant, as well as the subtle rhythm and interval deformation, so it is no longer "pastoral", but sublimated into a more advanced form: "Ascension Motive".

The harp played unsteady diminished seventh chords, and the sound of the French horn came from the sunset skyline.

In the 43rd section, at the beginning of the exposition, the oboe blew the desolate triplet "Announcer's Motive", and began its solemn hymn sung in the face of the vast and boundless darkness.

The lightning outside the top of the symphony hall continued to cut through the night sky, but this would not change its darkness and gloom.

Kaplan now feels that the fact that he is still alive for the time being is not like sunshine, but like night.

In the light of day, how can you know the depth of night.

The pizzicato of the stringed instruments marched solemnly, and the woodwind group blew the theme of "Doomsday Scripture" with a weak ppp.

More than half of the audience found a sense of familiarity. This medieval chant with dual meanings of judgment and redemption seemed to have appeared briefly in the middle of the expansion of the first movement.

And here it is at the heart of the presentation department.

And continued to be continued by composers.

The trombone and the trumpet took over the judgment and heralded redemption, so the second half of the "Doomsday Book" evolved into the initial form of the "Hymn of the Resurrection".

Like the glimmer of light on the score and poster cover of the dark and dead "Second Symphony".

The "Announcer Motivation" triplet blooms again among the voices, but this time it recedes as if shaken, leaving only the spirited harp pizzicato and string tremolo.

Kaplan's Adam's apple was quivering.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, only the tip of his baton sticking out to the back row.

"sol—fa."

"sol—fa."

"sol—fa, mi, fa, re—xi—!"

Flute and alto oboe blow out "Pleading Motive" in a shuddering voice.

The design of B-flat minor makes sol and fa present the chromatic relationship of VI-V level, which sharply suspends, repeats, and tears in the air, and then develops to oboe, bassoon, piccolo, clarinet... Entangled counterpoint between voices.

To be honest, he did want to plead with fate, even if his voice trembled like an orchestra.

Because there are still many things I want to desire and have.

The income of this job is very high, and the social status is relatively decent. I resigned with "self-knowledge" and changed careers. I didn't expect to be able to mix it up like this.

The "art popularization" and "music relief" that the orchestra is doing now are very good things. If you have more spare money on hand, combined with your own financial investment in the early stage, you will have many, many ideas that you can personally testify in the future.

For example, systematically build an "Old Conservatory of Music" or something.

Smaller things, maybe one or two more kids.

Watching them grow up happily, and then teach a musical instrument respectively, hold a family room concert, let the wife and relatives and friends listen in the warmth.

After presenting the "begging motive", he shook his head, and pointed his hand at the rear right position captured by his ear.

The low theme of "Doomsday Scripture" sounded solemnly again. This time it was not a quiet wooden pipe, but a metallic copper pipe. It is the chapter of Revelation that resounds through heaven and earth.

The presentation ended in an unnerving silence.

Kaprun was panting, his left arm was stretched diagonally downwards, and his hands were at the level of his waist and hips.

This is a very low height to indicate the attack of ppp.

The back row of the band was ready, and the six percussionists bowed and dropped their hammers with bated breath.

Timpani, bass drum, snare drum, gongs, big cymbals... all the percussion instruments lined up were played.

"Dang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Kaplan remembered the instructions the composer had given to this development.

"Everyone, please use your fastest speed, knock out the weakest strength you can make, and then rise to the strongest within three bars, until everything is destroyed!"

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd updddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd could..." did the mountains collapse as if a tsunami was approaching!

Under the overwhelming crescendo, he made a trivial but intense lap with his left hand, raising it higher and higher, rising above his head, and then slashed down fiercely with the baton in his right hand!
The frightening "Judgment Motivation" horn blew again, and the blood of the six percussionists poured into their arms, their faces showed ferocious expressions, and their hands beat wildly and uncontrollably with mallets!
"Boom!!!——"

The real doomsday apocalypse scene was brutally opened, the ground shook in the wasteland, the tombs were cracked, the dead stood everywhere, and the mountains and plains were filled with file to join the march, regardless of rich or poor, kings, beggars, righteous people Whether good or evil, whether they believe in God or not, they all involuntarily stepped forward to accept the last day of torture.

"Judgment Motivation", "Proclaimer Motive", "Doomsday" theme and "Resurrection Hymn" launched a hand-to-hand fight, which gradually evolved into a long march of grotesque and frantic steps.

At first the feet lose their pivot, then the calves, then the knees.

He felt that he was rushing towards an unknown death, and the world lost its remaining transparency and began to become dark and incomprehensible.

The roll of the bass drum faded away, and the stringed instruments trembled again.

He stuck out his baton again, this time aiming at the trombone group.

"do—xi."

"do—xi."

"do—xi, la, xi, sol—mi—!"

In E-flat minor, chromatic VI-V levels, the "pleading motive" reappears, suspended, repeated, torn, superimposed, and those people are crying louder and louder when they are pleading;
The unison of the band interrupted it violently, and the wailing shook the sky;
The cello is stubbornly continuing to write this melody, developing in a harsher and colder direction.

The dead are unwilling to let the senses go, but consciousness will eventually die with the approach of the eternal Holy Spirit.

Pray for motivation, it was presented so wonderfully in the development section.

For the first time, he suddenly felt that his talent in this line of work might really be okay, but he started a bit late.

If fate can give another ten years,
or, five years,

No, even if only for one or two more years! ...

It should be able to have more insights in conducting and leave something for the world, so that there is not only such a lonely record.

A lone record?

The "announcer's motivation" was elicited by him again, he was exhausted, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

In the gloomy watery night, he waved the remaining spirituality like a torch that was about to go out but was still hot.

Shocking potholes were scorched out of the dark curtain.

There was light seeping through the potholes.

Earthly life shows its last trembling gestures, the trumpet of revelation calls, the sound of nightingales is heard from afar, flute and piccolo sing alternately in mysterious cadenza.

So many moments of collapse and pleading, so many hysterical emotions, finally disappeared at this moment, even the air was condensed.

The most beautiful and breath-taking moment in the composer's pen has arrived.

Kaprun trembled slightly and stretched out his hand, looking far away and high.

He doesn't seem to be directing, but wants to touch something that has never been obtained in his life.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

In a terrible and uneasy silence, the choir opened the hymn of the last days with the softest a cappella:

"Resurrection, yes, you will be resurrected.

O my dust, after a brief respite!

He who called you to your side,
Will give new life to you.

You are sown until it blooms again!
after we die,

The Lord came to take us in,

Reap like sheaves of corn! "

The voice of the chant was clear and quiet, hovering over the audience.

Like daylight, like stars.

All the complex orchestration and counterpoint disappeared, leaving only the four-part harmony of the stringed instruments quietly flowing, echoing the weak triplets of the woodwind group.

In the interlude after the first stanza, the "Proclaimer Motive", "Pleading Motive" and "Ascension Motive" are reviewed in turn, and new things are brewing.

Various images of his past life emerged like a revolving lantern, and he beat for the band.

He thought of his mournful pleas, of the loss he dreaded.

But at this moment the mezzo-soprano girl behind the harp stood up again and sang thus:

"Believe, thy heart, believe—

All is not lost! "

The alto oboe, accompanied by her deeply comforting ballad, presents a metamorphosis of the second stanza, "Hymn of the Resurrection".

"...you haven't lost all!"

Kaprun was shaking like an electric shock.

"You have, yes, you have everything you want!
Own everything you love and fight for! ! ! "

There's a little more of the incoming voice here.

Repressing his emotions, he instructs the band to respond again with "Plead Motive" and "Ascension Motive".

The other girl next to the girl also stood up slowly, holding her arms open.

Like answering for the composer, answering for the conductor;
It is also like a consolation and announcement to the choir members who are also suffering from illness and suffering;
She sang the third stanza, transfigured on "The Ascension Motive"—

"Believe it:
Your birth was not in vain!

Your survival and tribulations were not in vain! "

Kaplan could no longer hold back.

He began to choke up, two lines of hot tears flowed and dripped from his cloudy eyes.

In the "Hymn of Resurrection" in the fourth stanza, the choir hummed in unison:

"Everything that is born perishes..."

The atmosphere is solemn, the voice is heavy, and the mood is depressed.

... the living must perish?The audience hesitates.

But as Kaprun slapped his hands heavily and took a second breath, they didn't hesitate any more, and shouted unreservedly to the world:
"But what is destroyed will be resurrected!!!"

One low and one high, one restraint and one rise, the world is overshadowed by it!

The spiritual platform of the audience was instantly cleared up, and tears flowed down my cheeks!

"Stop trembling, stop being afraid..."

"Get ready for the new students!!!"

In the interlude, the violin plays a seven-degree jump like looking up to the sky, and the band connects the late moon and the early glow with a moving sound flow.

Everything has changed.

In the fifth and sixth verses, Kaplan felt that he could no longer feel the existence of the lower part of his body.

But he started to look up and laugh.

For the soprano solo and the mezzo-soprano duet are rising and rising:
"O all-pervasive pain,

I am out of your clutches!

O all-conquering death,
Now you are conquered!
On wings won by the power of ardent love,
I will fly away,

Fly to the light that the naked eye has never seen! "

The long road is coming to an end, redemption is in sight, the stringed instruments are trembling, and the harp is playing arpeggios as smooth as mirrors.

In the seventh stanza, the "Ascension Motive" finally metamorphoses into its final form.

He laughed with tears streaming down his face. The most complicated part of the score had already been memorized in his heart. At this moment, his fingers swept over the seats above the choir one by one, giving the beat points, and raising slightly——

"On wings won with the drive of ardent love..." the mezzo-soprano sings the Ascension Motive.

"...on wings won by the power of ardent love..." a group of tenors sang the motivation of ascension.

"………Riding on the wings won by the power of passionate love..." The second group of tenors sang the motivation of ascending to heaven.

"…………Riding on the wings won by the power of ardent love..." the soprano group sang the motive of ascension to heaven.

"……………Riding on the wings won by the power of ardent love...." The bass group sang the motivation of ascension...

The human voice and the band are superimposed one after another, climbing layers, and the counterpoint voices are intertwined together. The miracle of resurrection appears before the eyes, setting off a white-hot climax:

"On wings won by the power of ardent love,
I will spread my wings and fly high!

I will die until I am born again! ! ! "

Another group of brass pipes assigned to play a triumphant song, and Kaprun's gray hair withered and melted like snow touching a flame.

He raised the baton to a higher place, higher than the orchestra, higher than the choir—

The musician sitting on the organ platform, his hands and feet fell into the keyboard!
"Om!!—" The entire hall was resonating and trembling!
In the eighth stanza, the dazzling "Hymn of the Resurrection", the blood of the entire band and choir rushed to the cheeks, opened their arms, and sang loudly:
"Resurrection, yes, you will rise,
My heart, in an instant!

everything you strive for,
Will lead you to see the glow! "

Countless sacred sounds complemented each other, tremolo became crystal clear, and the celestial bodies began to crush and collide with each other!

"fly----"

Kaprun felt a delicate mosquito sound in his ears.

He didn't know if he was still swinging his racket.

Consciousness was passing, and he stalled for time by trying to sketch the score in his mind.

The empirical part is dissipating, and the transcendental part is rising.

The bell rang loudly, and the higher it was pulled higher, the sound of the horn spread to the end of the world.

"Plop, plop..." There was nothingness in his vision, and his heart was beating violently.

The timpani rolls out thunderously, and the originally rippling golden color of the symphony hall turns into an incandescence that makes people unable to open their eyes.

The last sound is finally done!

"Keng!!!"

The impact of the E-flat major chord at the end of the band overwhelmed the sound of the baton dropping.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop..." The heartbeat seemed to be not my own, but a height farther away from me.

higher distance.

It felt like a lot of people put down their instruments in a hurry, and it seemed like more people jumped onto the stage in a rush, just a feeling.

"Flies——————————" The buzzing noises in the ear grew from small to large, and then gradually moved away, and those heart-piercing pains seemed to be floating away in hot air balloons one by one.

There was no applause from the music fans, and there was no more sound.

The hunched figure on the podium fell down like a towering tree!

(End of this chapter)