pianist from the sea

Chapter 82
It's not far from the jazz bar where Fu Tiao stayed before, and it's only a few minutes' walk from upstairs.

Brotz didn't choose to drive. Driving in the city center is actually far less efficient than walking.

So after the two packed up some luggage and put them in order, they walked directly towards that bar.

At this moment, it is not the most prosperous time for this bar, after all, everyone is still having dinner.

But there was already a long queue at the entrance of the bar, and countless people were standing at the entrance of the bar, waiting to enter.

Fu Tiao was a little puzzled for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed looking at the surrounding environment.

Obviously there were not so many people in this place a few months ago, even when he left before, it was not so hot.

Why now...

so many people?To the point where it is difficult for him to even enter the arena?

Judging by the queuing at the door, at least you have to wait for ten minutes or even half an hour before you have the chance to enter.

Brotz seemed to see Fu Tiao's doubts, so he directly pulled Fu Tiao to the side, looked at the people who were queuing up to enter the arena one by one, and said with a smile.

"How is it? How do you feel about the sin you committed half a year ago?"

"This...is because of me?" Fu Tiao was stunned for a while, looking at the bar, he didn't expect such a reason at all, and then he couldn't help but become suspicious.

"But didn't I leave? I have been away for half a year."

"Nonsense, of course you are leaving, but it is impossible for the crowd you brought to follow you directly."

Brotz rubbed his hands, exhaled a cold breath, and continued to Fu Tiao: "Do you remember when I told you that even I, who lives in the suburbs, have heard of your reputation?"

"Well, I remember, but I still remember that you seemed to tell me that you didn't like to drink with this group of people in this tavern, and you prefer the one in front of your own house."

"Yes, but I am me. I don't like this place because this place is an urban area. If I want to come here from home, I need to drive for more than half an hour or even an hour. Going out for a drink may only take a few minutes away from the tavern I am most used to."

Looking at the slowly advancing crowd, Brotz shrugged his shoulders: "I don't like to come over for a drink, and I happened to be on the way with you today, but... I am me, others are other people, they But not necessarily!"

"Although it is said that everyone prefers to rely on the bar closer to their home, there is no way to deny it. People still prefer to be more lively. There is a particularly hot business within the range of their home. I have gone to drink a few times by myself. The taste It’s also a good bar. There are not many people downstairs. There are only two or three regular old men who don’t like to sit there drinking and reading newspapers. They will definitely be more willing to walk a little bit more. Nice bar."

Brotz pointed to the bar sign in front of the two of them, and said with a smile, "It's the one you brought on fire before. Although you are no longer here, the customers who came because of you have not completely lost. Many people choose to stay. Drinking, and the owner of this place has more money, so he hired some more professional jazz players, and invited them to come and play, or stay at the venue."

"Over time... this place has become a very famous jazz concert hall, and even attracted some famous jazz performers to come and perform."

Brotz raised his hand, frowned and counted: "As far as I remember, there seems to be Gregory Porter, Wolfram Knauer, Grzegorz Karnas..."

Fu Tiao is not clear about these names. After all, his focus on jazz is more on himself than on other performers.

For him, it is enough to play his jazz well and let his jazz express everything he wants to express.

As for other jazz players...

Just listen to it. Although their playing methods may be newer, they are not as good as themselves for some expressions in jazz music.

At the very least, when Fu Tiao was free, he looked through some recordings of popular jazz players and heard that it was indeed the case.

The two quickly followed the crowd into the bar. This jazz bar was obviously more luxurious than the previous one, and the people inside were more indulgent.

The never-before-seen jazz pianist on the stage is raging the scales recklessly, constructing his own improvisational music.

In the middle of the stage, there was still a group of people swaying their bodies casually following the music.

It's very similar to a nightclub, but not as crazy as a nightclub, and everyone keeps restraint.

After all, this place is a jazz bar, and everyone comes here to listen to jazz.

Fu Diao led Brotz to the bar and sat down, and said to the bar.

"A glass of mineral water, still, and... Mr. Brotz, what do you want?"

"Me? I want a glass of beer, um...just beer."

"Okay! A glass of beer, a glass of mineral water..." the bartender wiped the glass in the bar counter, and shouted to someone in the background, then put down the glass himself, poured his beer for Brotz first, and handed it to him , then bowed down to the counter, took out a bottle of mineral water, poured it for Fu Tiao, and pushed it in front of him.

The bartender picked up a new glass and wiped it unconsciously at that place, and casually complained to Fu Tiao.

"Tsk, I didn't expect people to come to the bar to drink mineral water. This is the second one I've seen. The last one who drank mineral water in the bar directly set our entire bar on fire. Oh yes, mineral water Water 10 zlotys, beer 20 zlotys."

"No." Fu Diao turned out 30 zlotys and handed it to the bartender, and added: "But you are wrong, I should not be the second one you have seen, to be precise, I should be the one you saw the first one."

"First?"

The bartender froze for a moment, stopped wiping the glass immediately, looked up at Fu Tiao, blinked, turned his gaze to the photo wall behind him, and looked at the picture with Argerich. Looking at Fu Tiao who was looking at him with a gentle smile again, he was startled.

"Dior Fu! Wait, is that you? Fu! You're back in Poland? You... oh yes! The Chopin International Piano Competition, I remember you said that! You participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition!"

"Hmm." Fu Tiao smiled, took a sip of the mineral water in the glass, and looked at the jazz musician who was playing on the stage, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

"This person is..."

The bartender leaned forward and approached Fu Tiao, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the one who was playing on the stage: "This person, this person is not from Warsaw, he is a jazz player from Germany. Nicolas Lang, from a small city near Munich, plays very well, and is now one of the pillars on our side."

Fu Tiao looked at the man and didn't say much, but asked, "Well... where are those people from before?"

"The ones before? You mean...the band members who were with you before?"

"Well, that's them."

"They..." The bartender shrugged thoughtlessly, looked at the performance on the stage and sighed, "They retreated by themselves."

Fu Tiao was puzzled: "I...retired?"

The bartender nodded unsurprisingly: "Yes, I left our bar by myself, because more and more people came, and more and more people came to watch their performance. Before, when there were few people, it was considered more relaxed. After all, even if the performance fails, there is no problem, but now that there are more people, they will start to feel pressure, especially when watching those people who were brought by you Dior leave gradually, the pressure in their hearts explodes directly."

"Pressure..." Fu Tiao understood immediately.

The bartender didn't notice Fu Tiao's expression, but continued: "This situation continues, and finally one day, probably around May, the members of their band came to talk to our boss and wanted to leave. At the beginning, the boss thought they wanted a salary increase, but after talking for a long time, they found out that they really wanted to leave. They were under too much pressure, and hoped that the boss could start looking for new people."

"I didn't understand it at first, but after hearing what they said, I finally understood their thoughts. If they started with a very low status like that at the beginning, they might be able to continue playing. After all, those who attracted them Many people should be their fans, but you are here, Dior, and now many of the people they play are fans of your Dior. Many people come because of you, but they don’t necessarily leave because of you. It's possible they left because of them."

"The gigantic stage plus performances that don't match the strength, and the gradual loss of guests..."

"Although the turnover has increased a lot compared to before, and the tips they receive every day are also higher, but they can't accept this kind of scene of watching regular customers never come again, so they finally decide to give up on themselves and wait for it to come. The newcomers leave immediately."

"Later, just as you can see in front of you, from the jazz band to the pianist, all of them were successfully replaced in the end, and became what they are today."

The bartender said very sorry.

He also worked with the previous band for a lot of time, and both parties knew the basics well. After knowing that the band finally decided to give up his position and go to other small jazz bars, he felt uncomfortable for a long time.

But when the new band came over, his mood immediately changed.

The new band played much better than the previous one, brought many previous guests, and even directly established their reputation.

Instead of bragging about where some of Warsaw's jazz pianist once played, they can brag about where some of Warsaw's jazz pianists play now.

Fu Tiao didn't say much after listening to the bartender, everyone has their own choice.

When I was about to leave, that person told me that he felt that it might be difficult for him to support the place that Fu transferred to him.

It now appears that it is.

But this is also a good thing. They have at least witnessed and experienced such a big venue, so they know what such a venue needs, and they can move towards this kind of large jazz bar band.

Fu Tiao couldn't help smiling, and took another sip of the mineral water.

Brotz on the side was sitting there drinking beer obediently, looking at the people around him with a little curiosity.

He had only heard of it before, but had never been here.

The performance on the stage stopped suddenly, and that Nicholas Lang stood on the stage and looked at the audience, and said mysteriously.

"Everyone, today's jazz experience is about to start again! The rules are the same as before, we let you come up and play casually on the piano, and we will help you compose a jazz piece and experience the thrill of a jazz player! Who ...want to join?"

Whoa!
The whole bar suddenly exploded, and everyone quickly raised their hands, hoping that Nicholas Lang could order him.

Looking at the situation, Brotz couldn't help feeling a little amused, and poked Fu Tiao with his elbow.

"Hey, Dio, can you do it in this situation? That is, I can play any note, and you can help me dub it into jazz?"

Fu Tiao thought for a while without hesitation: "It should be possible."

"Oh? How to do it? Tell me?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the bartender couldn't help leaning his body against Fu Tiao, wanting to hear some secret scriptures.

Looking at the two people around him, Fu Tiao was a little helpless, thought for a while, and spoke in a more professional way.

"To put it simply, jazz is more tolerant. No matter what note you play, it may sound like jazz. After all, there are often 9, 11, and 13 chords in jazz. These chords basically include every octave. One sound."

"For example, the simplest C major 7th chord, CEGB, plus the ninth note, is CEGBD, plus the eleventh note, thirteenth note, and fifteenth note, you will find that CEGBDFA, all the notes are in it, You even press the CDE, it is a very harmonious existence."

"Of course, you will ask about the changing notes, and the changing notes are actually very simple, because it is impossible to have only major [-]rd, major [-]th, and major [-]th chords in the chords of the piano. It is entirely possible for you to encounter minor chords, augmented chords and Diminished chords exist, and these changing chords also contain all the notes."

"So, if you look at the music played by that person next to you, understand it quickly enough, and then reflect it on the piano, you can be like that person, and anyone can play a single note, and you can play a chord. Fill."

"The less you know about music, the more you like to press it casually, the easier it is to follow, you can even lead him with your own rhythm, but if you change to the kind of person who has learned a little bit of music, you will still be able to do it. Some people with strange rhythms, let them go up, it will be more difficult to follow, after all, you have no idea what strange operations they will make."

Brotz and the bartender glanced at each other.

Although I couldn't understand what Fu Tiao was talking about, it sounded very powerful.

The bartender immediately asked: "So if you are allowed to go up and play with him now, what kind of performance can you perform? Can you run with him?"

"Take him to run?" Fu Tiao thought for a while, but didn't understand what the bartender meant.

The bartender immediately explained: "That is to say, he is not leading those who have not learned the piano to play very easily, so can you give your performance through his chords, from him running with you to becoming You run with him?"

"This……"

Fu Diao didn't expect the bartender to ask this, so he hesitated a little.

"If you really want to do it, you can actually do it. After all, no matter what kind of music, the accompaniment is not the most important, the most important thing is the main theme. I can make his accompaniment play according to my ideas by changing the main theme I give. ,But……"

"But what?" the bartender asked excitedly.

Fu Diao looked at the excited bar, pointed to the man who was playing on the stage and smiled helplessly: "But I have no grievances with him, I don't need to tear down his stage."

"Hey, how can this be considered a demolition? You have to know that this venue was originally your venue, and you are just finding your own position now! Go up, go up! Fuck him! Come on, Dior! I like you! Go!"

The bartender looked at Fu Tiao and the jazz musician playing on the stage, and couldn't help but get even more excited. He tricked Fu Tiao to go straight up and tear down the stage of the person on the stage, so that he couldn't get off the stage.

After all, this is a bar, or a jazz bar.

What jazz is all about is straightness. I can't understand you. I just want to beat you with music and crush you with music technology.

Unlike Rap, which also belongs to black music, Rap is more of a language attack, while jazz is more of a musical attack.

Just like Fu Diao was on the boat before.

But Fu Tiao looked at the man, thought for a while, and finally shook his head slightly.

He has always had a principle that no one offends me, and I will not offend others, even the Douqin on the boat before.

They are working hard, and there is no need for me to let them down.

And your time is also precious.

I came to this jazz bar today more because I was holding back when I was in Haicheng. Apart from playing a little jazz in the jazz and pop music classes, I was practicing classical music the rest of the time.

Now that I finally came to Warsaw, of course the first choice is to come to this kind of jazz bar to relax and relax.

Fu Diao just leaned on the bar so easily, watching Nicholas who was playing jazz in the distance, shaking his body casually following his rhythm.

That person's skills are not bad, even on the boat, he can be regarded as one of the more powerful people.

Of course, he was a little worse than the one who provoked himself on the boat.

The bartender behind him looked at Fu Diao with an extremely resentful expression.

Seeing Fu Tiao like this, today's excitement should be gone.

But it doesn't matter, since Fu Tiao has come back, this bar will definitely be more lively.

After all... this bar is the one that Fu Diao brought fire to.

Fu Diao didn't know what the bartender was thinking, he lifted the glass, which contained the last sip of mineral water.

He held the cup and raised it to Brotz who was beside him, and smiled gently.

"Mr Brotz."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Brotz turned his head.

"Thank you for your help, I will definitely get a high enough grade, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Tiao drank the mineral water in the glass, nodded slightly to the bartender behind him, and said with a smile, "Tell the boss later that I'm back."

"Okay! Mr. Dior!" The bartender's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly, "Is it still the time before?"

"No, I still need to practice recently, wait for my notice, I will notify you in advance!"

"Okay! Dio, I will tell the boss, I am waiting for the confrontation between you and Nicholas."

Fu Diao picked up his clothes, waved at the bartender, and turned to leave.

Broz looked helplessly at his glass of beer, which was still half full, and at the glass that Fu Tiao had finished drinking, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Who would toast beer with mineral water?"

After all, he drank half of the beer in one gulp, burped hard, and left as well.

All we have to do is wait for the start of the game.

(End of this chapter)