pianist from the sea

Chapter 20 is interesting, but not enough

"You probably want to talk to me about Chopin? I actually like some of your places very much, such as that place."

Argerich raised his head, lightly hummed the melody of the middle part of Chopin's First Piano Sonata, then tapped Fu Tiao and raised his fingers.

"That place is played very well, very emotional, isn't it? I like that place very much! It gives me a very strange feeling, very free, and has a feeling of infinity, like... the sea? But, you play Not Chopin, but yourself!"

"No matter how much you want to express yourself, at least you need to play Chopin's feeling. What you want to play is your Chopin, not just..."

"you."

Argerich got up, tapped Fu Tiao lightly, looked at it with great interest, and clicked twice.

"But your music is really interesting. If I was young, I might like your type very much. Now that I am old, I still like a little more mature."

Fu Tiao seemed to hear a faint sigh coming from the room next door, and seemed very helpless.

Fu Tiao thought for a while, and didn't continue to ask about this, after all, he was obviously joking with him.

The most important question now is...

"Then how should I express my Chopin?" Fu Tiao immediately asked: "Or...what is my Chopin? What does my Chopin really mean? How should I express it?"

This is why he came to Argerich.

Jazz, he is very familiar with, but classical music, this field that he didn't go deep into before, when he really went deep into it, he discovered the beauty of it.

He couldn't wait to figure out everything in the music.

But Argerich didn't answer directly, but got up to make room for Fu Tiao. She sat directly on the piano bench and turned to Fu Tiao to show her hand.

"Performance? No, no, no, you have to recognize why you play like this, and then talk about performance, you know? You only have your own imagination in your music. You think Chopin should be like this, and then you Just play like that, and you're totally unrefined."

"Like...this!"

Argerich put down his hand very easily, and the music sounded instantly.

Chopin's First Piano Sonata, the one just played by Fu Tiao.

"Listen, in my music, what is Chopin? Or... who is Chopin? What has he experienced? And why did he write such a work?"

"What kind of feeling does he want to express in the music?"

"There are many, many..."

Argerich's hands were raised, and one hand flew across the keyboard, playing the main melody of both hands, while the other hand shook slightly in the air, trying to arouse Fu Tiao's emotions.

"music!"

"Listen! Listen to music, listen to Chopin, listen with your ears and your mind, let your emotions fluctuate with the music, keep your ears restrained, and listen to what Chopin wants to express in the music."

"Just like..."

Argerich's hand didn't stop, he picked up the hand he let go before, put it on the piano, and made a modulation, and the music changed instantly.

A small part of Chopin's First Piano Ballade.

"Listen, this is a Chopin Ballade."

"Listen, this is Chopin's etude."

"Listen again, this is Chopin's Polonaise!"

Her fingers are almost dancing on the piano, constantly performing the pre-variation, allowing the music to jump to another work at a suitable place.

Then, there are mazurka, polonaise, sonata, concerto.

Each piece was not played for a particularly long time, just an opening, a very familiar melody.

However, there is one thing that runs through it.

That's... her Chopin.

The sound of the piano is extremely soft, and Argerich's voice is equally soft.

"Everything can be changed, but Chopin will not change. Chopin is the skeleton, which accumulates the skeleton of a piece of work. With this skeleton, you can play more perfectly with less effort. s work."

"I heard the confusion in your music. You are wondering how Chopin should play. You are thinking about why Chopin is in those people's music. You question why those people feel what you don't. In fact, the most The simple reason is that ... you don't have a specific image of Chopin."

"Chopin, in your music, what kind of feeling should he express? Or... what kind of person do you think Chopin is? Where is the logic that supports your thinking?"

"Everyone's Chopin is different, but everyone's Chopin is the same."

"All of Chopin's historical experience is placed there, and his thoughts and feelings when he wrote this work are also placed there."

"You must first establish a clear enough image of Chopin in your heart, and then substitute your image of Chopin into it. At that time, you will be able to understand what is your Chopin and why it is your Chopin. "

"Chopin is actually very simple, at least for me, Chopin is actually very simple, because Chopin is there."

Argerich raised his hand with a smile, patted the hem of the skirt, returned to her sofa, took out a can of potato chips from the sofa, opened it, squeezed a piece, and pointed at Fu Tiao raised his eyebrows and waved his hands.

"Can you understand me? Or do you want me to speak to you again in another language? Deutsch (German)? Espaol (Spanish)? Português (Portuguese)? Franais (French)?"

"I... can probably understand..."

Fu Tiao nodded slightly, he turned and walked to the window, looking at the bright lights outside the window, he couldn't help thinking.

Argerich made it very clear, he finally figured out where his flaws were.

There is no Chopin in his music. All the music he hears are just notes copied by his ears and eyes.

It has only its shape, but no bones.

He played his own music, not the music of the composer.

In fact, he has always played like this, because he used to play jazz.

What is the most important thing about Jazz?impromptu!

Play casually, let your spirit relax, and play what you like.

What he likes most about increasing the difficulty is to observe those sitting around, guess their thoughts, and then use the music area to express their emotions.

However, only on the surface.

If he competes in jazz, he may be invincible in the world now, but in the competition of particularly pure classical music, which has been introverted to the extreme, he is like a beginner.

What he might be better than those beginners is that his basic skills are invincible.

But for the depth of understanding of classical music, he is really still at the beginning.

Listen carefully, think carefully, and study carefully.

These are all challenges.

Fu Tiao turned his head and smiled at Argerich.

"thank you very much."

"It's okay, I came here because I think your music is a bit interesting." Argerich also smiled, picked up a piece of potato chips and threw it into her mouth, and said vaguely to Fu Tiao: "Let's chat casually, Play a flick, normal academic exchange, don't take it too seriously."

"If you have any questions, you can ask them now. After today, I may not be free. There are many performances this year. I will go to Paris in a few days. Did I just Have I told you? When Paris is over, I will probably go to find Barenboim, he and I will have a concert, and then go to Japan, and, um, where are you going?"

Argerich looked up and thought for a while, and finally shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later when we perform, and see the specific situation."

"Wait, something is wrong, do I have so many gigs this year?"

Argerich woke up suddenly, quickly got up from the sofa, and walked around the room with his hands folded, with an extremely anxious expression on his face.

"Wait a minute is going to Paris with Jung Myung-hoon, then Daniel Barenboim, and then... ah! Seiji Ozawa (Ozawa Seiji) has his birthday this year, and I have made an appointment for his birthday performance! And, also have……"

Argerich suddenly froze, her expression became extremely serious, she looked at Fu Tiao... the piano next to her, walked up quickly, and immediately started playing very seriously before Fu Tiao could speak.

"No, I want to practice the piano, I want to practice the piano, I haven't practiced the piano for a long time, I want to practice the piano..."

The fingers are flying on the piano, the speed is very fast, and the voice in the mouth is gradually getting smaller.

Due to the large performance task this year, and she hadn't practiced the piano for a long time, she became extremely anxious. Therefore, she quickly threw herself on the piano and gradually forgot everything around her.

Another sigh came from the side, seeming even more helpless.

Fu Tiao turned his gaze to see a woman who looked very similar to Argerich standing at the door, crossing her arms and shaking her head slightly.

(End of this chapter)