pianist from the sea

Chapter 191 The Classical Pianist Closest to the God of Jazz
And when Fu Tiao and others went to Paris, the video of Fu Tiao's concert encore had also been uploaded to YouTube.

Similar to Huaguo PiliPili, although YouTube videos are aimed at audiences all over the world, it is just because of the niche nature of classical music itself, and Fu Diao himself is not as well-known as the world's top pianist, so his These videos don't actually get a lot of attention.

The number of playbacks has been stored for a whole day, and there may only be a few thousand playbacks, which is a little bit away from breaking through [-].

Most of the comments are left by Chinese from overseas and the three islands.

Apart from them, there are more fans in Dongying and South Korea, and then there are people from other countries.

I don't know if it's because foreigners speak more directly, which makes their comments extremely eye-popping.

"The world's number one Chopin performer, I really like Fu Tiao's performance."

"Perfect, delicate and soft, only in Fu Tiao's music can you feel the charm of Chopin."

"Mr. Fu Tiao, you are the treasure of this world, not only a classical music pianist in China, but also a music master in the world. I will always worship you and learn from you."

"It's rare to meet Li Diyun in a hundred years, and it's rare to meet Di Aofu in a thousand years. He alone fights against thousands of bandits, and makes great contributions to winning glory for the country! Amazing skills, long live the qin sage!"

"Talents will always be talents and will not be knocked down by any foreign objects."

"It's so handsome. Fu Sang's performance hit my heart. I ignored me (unbelievable). I couldn't take my eyes off Fu Sang. He is simply a treasure bestowed by God to this world."

"Every time, I feel that Fu Tiao's performance can directly touch the softest part of people's hearts. His interpretation of the works of the romantic period is really refined to the soul. It is so perfect that it makes me cry."

"I heard it more than once, Fu! You are the best!"

"..."

Comments like these piled up under Fu Tiao's performance video, which sounded completely different from Huaguo's video comments, but this one was very in line with the commentary atmosphere on Youtube.

It's just a little pity, although the comments are better than the singing, but after all, too few people watched Fu Tiao's video. After waiting for a whole day, there were not many people watching, so it was barely close to 1 Thousands of plays.

Although few people have seen it, the quality is very high.

For example, Andre and Luca, who had always wanted to listen to Fu Tiao before, kept refreshing the video about Fu Tiao after they went back. After the Fu Tiao video recorded by other audiences came out, they kept listening to it. Listening to his performance, after listening to it countless times, I was shocked to find that their previous guess about Fu Tiao was completely correct.

Not only that, but they also took a look at some of the videos that Fu Tiao himself posted to see how Fu Tiao played in these videos.

In fact, just as they thought, all of Fu Diao's performances did not have any musical scores, and almost all of them were performed by improvisation.

Seeing all this, Andre's head couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. He looked at Luka beside him, and said to him.

"Did you hear it? Fu Tiao's performance just now."

"Well, I can hear it a little bit. Just like what you told me in Brussels before, Fu Tiao's performances are indeed almost all improvised. He has no preparations for the works he is going to perform at all. They are all performed according to the situation of the scene, not only at the Royal Academy of Music in Brussels, but also in other places, such as the Berlin Philharmonic and the Royal Concertgebouw in Amsterdam.”

Luca pointed to the video uploaded by Fu Tiao on the screen in front of the two of them.

The videos uploaded by Fu Tiao all have a mark on them, such as which concert and what work this is performed in.

For example, the first song.

"Fu Tiao, Berlin Philharmonic Hall, Jazz Arrangement of Chopin's Fantastic Impromptu"

And the one they heard from their student's mobile phone before.

"Fu Diao, Royal Concertgebouw, Amsterdam, Chopin's Etudes Dongfeng Jazz Arrangement"

All the information appeared in front of them, and they also took this opportunity to listen to Fu Tiao's performance, thinking about how Fu Tiao had adapted classical music into jazz music before.

As a result, after hearing all the jazz adaptations, they couldn't help being silent.

Fu Diao played so well, so perfect.

In particular, Fu Tiao's use of traditional chords and harmony progressions, this kind of music from a long time ago, Fu Tiao's performance is particularly spiritual.

It was as if he had lived in that era.

It doesn't use a lot of modern harmonies, just some of the most primitive and traditional jazz harmonies can be played like this.

While retaining the feeling of classical music, it can also make the music perform in a very jazz style.

This strength is truly terrifying.

Andre looked at Luka beside him and said.

"What do you say? A magazine just asked me to write an article. Tomorrow is the deadline. I plan to write an article for Fu Tiao. What do you think?"

"Okay, but which magazine is it?"

"phonograph."

Andre grinned, not hiding his pride in his eyes.

Gramophone Magazine is not Deutsche Grammophon, this magazine is a traditional music magazine from the English region.

At the beginning, this magazine was to promote the existence of those records, and in the continuous development process, it gradually transformed into the most authoritative music magazine.

Only a small part of the above has anecdotes about various musicians, and most of them are live reviews and record reviews for each musician.

And the selected commentators, without any exception, are all the most famous bigwigs in the industry.

When Andre said this, his expression was extremely excited and proud. It was obvious that he was very proud of being a professional commentator for Gramophone Magazine.

And Luka obviously didn't expect Andre to say that, he couldn't help being a little silent, patted his shoulder with an extremely complicated expression, and then grabbed his neck with both hands and swayed back and forth.

"What the hell, when did you become a reviewer for Gramophone magazine? Why didn't I know? We both entered Berlin University of the Arts together, and you were a jazz teacher and I was a pop teacher. How could you be invited to write an article by Gramophone magazine? , I don't have any invitations?"

"Maybe, you are, the popular teacher, and, the gramophone, the magazine, the style, don't match."

While Andre raised his hands to beg for forgiveness, he swayed back and forth with Luka's hand, without hiding the smile on his face.

After venting in that place for a long time, Luka finally sighed, put down the hand that was pinching Andre's neck, and said helplessly.

"Forget it, you can get this spot if you get it, but I want to ask you, are you sure you want to write about Fu Diao and not someone else? Fu Diao hasn't released any albums yet, even Not even the live concert record... oh no, he released his Chopin International Piano Competition record, I remember my students went to buy a live autograph, ahem, but he didn't release his Jazz live record, is it really okay for you to write about him like this?"

"No problem at all."

Andre straightened his collar, calmed down the clothes that had been ripped apart by Luca, and said to Luca with a smile: "A large part of the gramophone magazine is dedicated to all musicians. Although the invitation from Gramophone magazine this time only occupies a small page, but this page is about live concerts, so of course I have no problem writing about Fu Tiao.”

"Okay, okay, since you have decided, then you can write it. I will continue to watch Fu Tiao's performance, and I can analyze it for my students."

Luca got up helplessly, waved his hand, and turned to go out.

After he stood at the door for a long time, he finally turned his head to look at Andre and asked him.

"But, Andre, do you feel a problem?"

"Huh? What's the problem?" Andre asked without raising his head, picking up his pen.

"That's... Is it possible that Fu Tiao doesn't know how to play modern jazz, but only classical chords?"

"..."

Andre's hand stopped suddenly. He looked at Luca in front of him for a little silence, and then grinned: "But this has nothing to do with his scene. The trend of modern jazz chords is actually not complicated. Even if he doesn't know it, he can You just need to learn more and try more, and the talents in the use of these classical jazz chords cannot be dismissed by just learning and learning."

"That's true."

As if the stone in his heart had fallen, Luca let out a breath, nodded to Andre, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll go first, see you later."

"Well, see you later."

Andre wrote the copy in his hand, and said without raising his head.

……

In fact, as he said, after he finished writing, he threw it directly to the Gramophone magazine. After the Gramophone magazine re-reviewed the manuscript two or three times, it was conveniently placed on the Gramophone magazine released the next day. Point of sale to the world.

And this time the sale almost directly leveraged the North American market.

Fu Tiao's current base is in Europe, and all his tour destinations are also in Europe.

In North America, Fu Tiao basically doesn't have any involvement, and the people there are not particularly enthusiastic about Fu Tiao.

After all, almost all of the market over there has been occupied by Lang Liangyue alone, and there is another player with a similar style, all of them are personal style performers, and not many people are interested.

But although they didn't pay much attention to Fu Diao, their attention to Gramophone Magazine can be regarded as great.

The sales of gramophone magazines in North America far exceed those in Europe, and they pay more attention to classical music.

Although it is said that many of them are watching the excitement, it is undeniable that the people watching the excitement are also spectators.

Nick Bob, an ordinary North American music school professor, is also one of the people who subscribes to Gramophone Magazine.

Compared with the incomparably regular attire of other conservatory professors, his slightly dark skin stood out among the school crowd.

It's just that although his skin is extremely dark, the clothes he wears are not messy like other blacks, but are very docile in a suit that shows off his figure.

Whether it's the coat or the lining, you can't see any wrinkles at all, and it's more gentlemanly than many white people.

It's just that the white old man in the communication room in the school responsible for delivering information doesn't seem to like him.

"Mr. Paul, has the magazine I ordered today arrived? Gramophone magazine."

Nick walked to the door of the office, knocked on the door lightly, and said to the old white man who was reading the magazine inside: "If I remember correctly, I remember that today should be the release date of the magazine."

"Ok?"

The white old man Paul frowned and put down the newspaper in his hand slightly. Seeing Nick in a suit, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Then he couldn't help but sneered, glanced at the next door, and then lifted the newspaper in his hand again. Let's start and look at the above news again.

Nick looked at the white old man and couldn't help but feel a little helpless. After sighing lightly, he walked to the place where the old man's gaze was passing by, picked up a book with his name written on it that was wrapped in oiled paper, and pointed at Paul. Nod slightly.

"Thank you Mr. Paul, I've got my magazine, have a nice day."

After finishing speaking, he made a very normal gesture of religious blessing to the old white man, then turned and left.

After the old white man put the newspaper down a little bit, he sneered again, shook his head, and lifted it up again.

The place they are in is not a place of cultural fusion like New York. Back then, their place was extremely full of martial arts, and it was the kind of place where they would do it if they refused to accept it.

Although black music is becoming more and more popular in North America, Europe, and even the world, this white old man Paul just doesn't like Nick, a black professor.

He couldn't understand why blacks could be promoted to professors in conservatories by virtue of their ethnic-specific music, or the kind of musicians who could give concerts all over the world.

Those people who like black musicians, don't they feel terrified when they look at these black people?Who knows what tricks he did to crowd out the rest of the white professors.

Nick also seemed to know that Paul didn't like him, but because of the general environment, he didn't care. He just went about his work step by step.

After all, my salary is several times that of the old man in the information communication room, and I can hire three or four people with the money for a concert tour, so why should I care about him?
only……

Nick's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he didn't know what he thought of. He sighed suddenly, turned his head to look at this music academy, and couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

What he wants to do doesn't match what he does.

"Hey! Nick!"

A relaxed voice sounded.

Different from the old white man before, an obvious white man tugged on the cuffs of his clothes very easily, looking very chic, walking towards Nick with very joyful footsteps.

This is also the associate professor in this conservatory, Bruce Jean.

He obviously didn't discriminate against Nick. Instead, he jumped over and hooked Nick's neck with a look that didn't match his status as an associate professor, and said with a smile.

"Nick, I saw you from a long distance. What did you do in the reception room just now? Did any new magazines arrive?"

"Well, yes, the Gramophone Magazine."

Nick looked at the corners of Bruce's mouth and couldn't help but tore up the kraft paper on the book with a smile, handed the book to him, and said with a smile.

"No, do you want to see it first?"

"Aha, thank you so much, then I'm not being polite. I've been wanting to subscribe to this magazine recently, but this magazine is a bit too expensive. I can't bear it. My father won't give me any money. , My monthly salary is almost not enough for me to eat and drink."

"If you go to some nightclubs less, drink two glasses of wine less, and be on time every time you go to class, maybe you won't have such a problem."

"How is it possible? Nick, you don't even know that nightclubs are the soul of our city! If you can't dance, drink, and smoke with those girls at night, but squat in the piano room every day to practice piano, such Life is like a prison, do you understand? I have no way to endure such a life!"

Bruce complained while flipping through the magazine in his hand, and said casually: "Seriously, Nick, look at you, you have such a good figure, and your temperament is completely different from those other people. If you go to a nightclub, you will definitely There are countless people around you, and when you go, you will know what life is, life is short, enjoy yourself in time!"

His last words were not spoken in English, but in Latin, Carpe Diem.

Nick listened to Bruce's words in his ear and didn't care.

The attitudes of the two of them are completely different. Just as Bruce has no way of understanding why he can stay in the piano room to study every day, he also has no way of understanding why Bruce goes to nightclubs every day, even if he throws his entire monthly salary in It doesn't matter inside.

Therefore, he just agreed a few times casually, and then asked casually.

"By the way, what did the gramophone magazine say this time? For example, some musicians who have been in the limelight recently, as well as some albums worth buying and listening to. I still have nearly a thousand dollars to buy records this month, which should be enough to buy a lot record."

"Records? I feel like they are all old pianist records, nothing new, nothing worth buying for me, but you don't know, as for the more popular pianists you said , I think you should like this person."

After all, Bruce picked up the magazine in his hand, put it in front of Nick, and pointed to the message on it.

"The classical pianist closest to the god of jazz, Dior Fu"

(End of this chapter)