pianist from the sea

Chapter 22 The King of Jazz
"Well, I haven't played for a long time, I really want to try it, can I?"

"Okay, as long as you know how to play, don't smash the piano randomly... will you know how to play?"

"Of course, I should be considered to be able to play the piano."

Fu Tiao smiled, took off his clothes, then put the cup in his hand safely on the table beside him, sat down without any politeness, and spoke to the resident musician who was standing aside to drink some water asked.

"What kind of music do you normally like to listen to here? Is it the same as the one just now?"

"You mean the blues and blues I just played? No, this is actually just casual play. The main thing here is jazz, and the blues is mainly for me to use when I am resting."

The musician Ton Ton drank half a glass of beer and let out a huff.

"Ha...comfortable. After all, you also know that blues actually has fewer overall changes and has some relatively fixed routines, but jazz is different. My level has not yet reached the level of casual jazz. I played before. Did you hear that jazz? That is the jazz that I wrote after thinking about it for a long time, how about it?"

"Is that?"

Fu Tiao thought for a while, and quickly recalled the piece of music that the person in front of him played before he came over, and his fingers started to run automatically.

"You mean...this?"

The music sounded, a very free swing, slightly interesting, but not much fun.

The man's eyes lit up suddenly: "Yes, yes, that's it, this is the work I came up with after half a month of thinking, alas, I was really going crazy when I wrote this work, I... "

Suddenly, he couldn't help but pause, and turned to look at Fu Tiao beside him, his face full of doubts.

"Wait... I don't seem to have given you my sheet music?"

"Of course not, but..."

Fu Tiao smiled, returned to the beginning position where the man had just played, and played again.

"However, once I listen to it, I basically know what you're playing."

Only this time, it was obviously the same theme, but Fu Tiao forced many strange chords into the music.

A lot of eleven chords and thirteen chords are piled up on the piano, together with the strange jazz rhythm, the music instantly breaks through the shackles and becomes more interesting.

It was ten times more interesting than the previous guy's performance.

The double bass, saxophone, and drum kit who were originally planning to rest had their eyes lit up, and then they glanced at each other and nodded slowly.

The bass player came out first, stood on the edge of the stage, listened carefully to Fu Diao's performance, and then added the bass pizzicato of the double bass when Fu Diao changed the key.

hum...

The sound of the piano was no longer floating in the air like duckweed, but was firmly caught by the double bass and pressed to the ground.

With the roots of music in place, Fu Tiao turned his head and glanced at the dark and burly double bass player, raised his eyebrows, and smiled.

"good."

Fu Tiao's finger speed gradually accelerated, and the rhythm became more free.

This freedom is not the freedom of speed, nor is it the kind of freedom that does not follow the rules, but the freedom under jazz music.

The music is full of imagination, and his music shows endless splendor on the basis of the musician just now.

If the strength of the ordinary resident musician before was probably 5, then the little strength that Fu Diao showed at this moment is [-]!
directly crushed into slag!

Apart from the main theme, nothing else is the musician's own.

"What, the, fu*k?"

The musician was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't help but put down the beer he was still holding. He squatted on the floor, clasping his head tightly with his hands, and his eyes were full of confusion.

What a thing?

The work that I worked so hard to write for half a month just to say a word was produced?
It’s fine if you play it, the point is that after you play it, you can adapt this piece of music with your own level, and make it better?
The difficulty soared directly.

At this moment, he felt that he was going to lose his job.

The first is the running speed of Fu Tiao's hands, which is almost the speed of presto, playing at least 1 notes in one minute.

Looking at the speed of Fu Tiao, it is not the speed of 736 notes at all. He just estimated it and calculated it roughly with a metronome in his heart.

This speed is definitely around 850, maybe even 900?

It's fine, after all, if he goes all out, it's not impossible for him to run at such a fast speed.

But the problem is that people play not only fast, but also steady, clear and light.

No single sound preempts the position of the main theme in the music, and all the accompaniment sounds serve the main theme.

If you let him play this quality of sound, he may only be around 1 per minute?

Less than half of Fu Tiao.

In addition to being fast, he also plays chords well, and his musical performance is also perfect.

He even felt an afterimage appear on the piano in front of him.

This is... too outrageous, right?

The musician squatted on the ground in a daze, unable to get up for a long time, and more and more people gathered around him.

Many people thought it was strange that a Chinese native appeared out of nowhere and played jazz music, so they just left with a drink.

As a result, now, I just listened to an opening, which was similar to the opening of the white musician before, and directly killed that person by a thousand miles.

Whoever is far away at this time is a fool*!

What are you thinking when you are not close?

Therefore, before he knew it, the surroundings of the stage were completely surrounded, and everyone was watching Fu Tiao on the stage without taking their eyes off it.

The saxophone on the side was a little helpless for a while, now that the music has come to the middle, he is not easy to advance, but he has no idea about the drum kit, waits for a gap, and directly inserts a solo along it.

Fu Tiao didn't panic when other musical instruments joined in. On the contrary, the instruments in his hands performed more perfectly at this moment.

He never adapts others to him, but he adapts to others.

Therefore, he turned the music around and recompiled the music with the main theme of the saxophone.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

The crowd was getting more and more crowded, and everyone gathered around Fu Diao to watch Fu Diao play the piano.

And Fu Tiao became more and more excited, and finally ended the chord and swung his hand violently.

boom!
Buzzing!

And off the stage, there was an uproar.

"it is good!"

"Super!"

"Amazing!"

"One more! One more!"

"..."

There is no particularly advanced vocabulary, everyone is using the simplest vocabulary to express the excitement in their hearts.

Some people even took out a few banknotes directly from their pockets and threw them into the box next to the stage.

Between the clatters, Fu Tiao had no idea how much money had been thrown into the cash box next to him.

The bartender who had talked to Fu Tiao came over, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, and put it on top of the piano.

"No, a customer at the bar ordered this for you."

Fu Tiao followed the bartender's instructions and looked towards the bar. It was a foreigner whom he didn't recognize. Seeing Fu Tiao's gaze, the man raised the glass in his hand to toast.

"Tsk... It's a pity, get me some coffee or water, it's better than wine, I don't drink."

"Haha, do you want me to tell the customer? Ask him to change you to a non-alcoholic one?"

"No, forget it, that's fine."

Fu Diao had no choice but to raise the wine glass in his hand as well, and after paying homage to the man, he put it under his feet and waved to Sachs who was still hesitating beside him.

"Come on, start a melody, let's continue."

(End of this chapter)