Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 824 83. Tiger’s Antiphony, a text that needs to be redefined

"Antonym."

Sound is a physical phenomenon.

When an object vibrates, it produces sound waves, which travel through the air to the eardrum and are reflected by the brain and are perceived as sound.

The sound that people can hear vibrates about 16-2000 times per second.

The sounds used in music are generally limited to the range of 27-4100 vibrations per second.

In order to restore the beautiful sound in the composer's mind, the orchestra needs to capture the vibration frequency of around 1hz by playing the international standard pitch a440 before performing, so that it can better integrate itself into the collective performance.

Note that this is left and right.

Simply put, antiphony is the most basic etiquette of an orchestra towards music.

If there is any offense, the music will punish the musicians on the stage and the innocent listeners off the stage a thousand times more torture.

Some "heavy-tongued" conductors will ask the musicians to directly lower the tone by a semitone, to about 415.

"The saxophone rose to fa."

But at this moment, without his knowledge, he once again became the focus of everyone's attention.

When Qiao Zhizhi pulled the string, she knew it was a little low. After adjusting it, she pulled the string again. This time Wang Xiaohu nodded: "Okay, let's set the other three strings."

But Wang Xiaohu made a judgment in the shortest time and asked Wu Yifan to take aim.

The tonality of each instrument is different. The three notes played by these three instruments correspond to a1 on the piano.

Then Wu Yifan played again, which perfectly blended with Han Yiming's piano!

Judging the level depends on the ears. Although Wang Xiaohu does not have ears like a car tuner, after such a long period of training, his concept of pitch is no longer comparable to that of ordinary primary and secondary school students.

"呲-"

Wang Xiaohu then quickly looked at several wind instruments. He was certainly more familiar with wind instruments than string instruments.

"Flute la."

Then he kept asking Han Yiming to play standard notes, and then played the clarinet, flute, and saxophone.

"when!"

There are too many interesting things to discuss and study in the world of command, but the current Wang Xiaohu is not even a frog in the well, he is probably just a microorganism in the water.

All the teachers were shocked. Not only Wang Wenyang, except for Liang Yudan and Zheng Haitao, the other teachers were not much better than Wang Wenyang.

But Wang Xiaohu directly asked Wu Yifan to pull out the flute head a little.

Looking at it now, if it were any one of them, without turning on the tuner, they would definitely not be faster than Wang Xiaohu.

And the ears are really nice.

Just to restore the more original Baroque music.

"clarinet si."

For example, when some Italian conductors want to rehearse a Bach chamber music work, they will ask the musicians to set the standard pitch slightly lower than 440 in order to better show the style of the Baroque period.

He could only ask everyone to follow the piano and decide.

The children only thought that Wang Xiaohu was too cute! You know so much!

"A little bit lower," Wang Xiaohu glanced at the teacher with some uncertainty for the first time playing the string instrument, and found that the teacher nodded slightly.

"All parts play standard notes together, and pay attention to controlling the volume. The process of pitching is to approach each other with the same volume."

The trumpet sounded on point, "Perfect."

Probably because Wang Xiaohu was destined to be the protagonist today, he was the one who made Wu Yifan pull out the flute a little bit.

Some people said that no wonder Brother An asked Wang Xiaohu to do the audio dialogue. During the meeting, they also thought that asking Wang Xiaohu to do the audio dialogue would be a waste of time.

On the professional stage, antiphony is not the conductor's responsibility at all. The conductor is only responsible for telling the musicians before the rehearsal begins that we will set the piece at 442 or 443 or 440, or even 439 or 438.

As for what to do if it's too high or too low?
The principle is very simple, if it is high, pull the flute head out, and if it is low, insert the flute head in.

Wang Wenyang always thought that his ears were okay, but just now he didn't even hear whether Wu Yifan was playing higher or lower than the piano. The difference was too small.

Even though he shouted confidently, he actually had no confidence at all.

He had no experience at all.

The teachers just didn't need to say more. Wang Xiaohu's scene was similar to the scene they rehearsed at school, but the problem was that Wang Xiaohu was just a child.

"Han Yiming."

Because a1 in the Baroque period was around 415, as music developed with the times, theories also developed, and musical instruments also gradually improved.

Following the scene where the teacher gave everyone a duet on Wednesday, he asked Han Yiming to play a1 first.

The piano sounded, and Wang Xiaohu looked at Qiao Zhizhi.

Wang Xiaohu is really a conductor!

When he heard that he had been fooled, the flute was too high, Wang Xiaohu did not dare to delay any longer.

Qiao Zhizhi played the second string.

Even Li An was a little surprised this time. He had never taught Wang Xiaohu this.

The next second, all parts played the standard tone together.

The sounds of various timbres fused together echoed above the stage, faintly colliding with a sense of overtones in a circle of fifths in the infinite reverberation and collision.

Zheng Haitao: Fuck.
The highest level of pretentiousness is to stop at the right time. Wang Xiaohu put his hands around his chest and collected everyone's music in his hands with a standard conductor's hand-off gesture.

Only lingering sounds are left.

"Teacher, the conversation is over."

After saying this, Wang Xiaohu stepped aside in a very graceful manner.

Row.

Li An walked to where Wang Xiaohu was standing just now, "Let's go through Wednesday's rehearsal first. If the venue is changed, everyone must learn to adapt actively. You must concentrate and follow the music."

After instructing the rhythm section, Ang Lee told several young musicians, "Go boldly and show off."

"Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Miao, who had never been assigned a job, came to the stage at this time.

"The stage is given to you."

Zhang Miao nodded. Her main task today was to complete the venue adaptation on stage with the three percussion parts.

The formal rehearsal is about to begin, and gradually the stage is once again enveloped in a sense of tension.

"Teacher Zhou!"

Li An shouted.

Then the hall fell into darkness again.

Ang Lee: "."

"I want you to come out!!"

next second.

"Ha ha ha ha------"

The whole audience burst into laughter under the night sky.

The stage lit up again, and Zhou Song walked out of the control room, laughing too.

He said in his heart that I was almost spoiled by the two of you, master and disciple.

After laughing, the atmosphere on the stage became much more relaxed.

Ang Lee asked Wang Xiaohu to stay on the stage and watch, and Wang Xiaohu nodded.

That's what Brother Xiaohu thinks. He has to learn the rock-paper-scissors technique from Teacher Zhang Miao!
Then Ang Lee whispered to Qiao Zhizhi: "Let the music go through it first, and you can find the feeling on the stage."

Then he and Zhou Song left the stage.

Returning to the auditorium, Ang Lee observed the stage and said, "The band is moving to the right. Yes, remember your position. Okay, Teacher Zhang, let's start. Slow down the first time."

Zhang Miao walked to the center of the stage: "Everyone, pay attention, the band is ready."

With a wave of her hand, Han Yiming played the theme lightly, and the piano sound was particularly lively under the night sky stage.

"Pah." When the first round of applause reached the audience, Zhou Song clearly showed a look of surprise.

Just as the second round of applause rang out, another round of applause rang out immediately.

At this moment, staggered applause began one after another, and the stage had natural reverberation, spreading this applause to every corner of the concert hall.

"really not bad."

Zhou Song has seen children's programs ranging from 1,000 to 800, but this is the first time he has seen such a performance.

"Teacher Li, has this form of performance emerged in recent years?" he asked.

"If we really look into it, it happened more than a hundred years ago." Li An briefly explained the origin of the game to Zhou Song, and then talked about their current situation.

"What we see now is a purely musical part, with the piano playing the theme, followed by several variations, played by various instruments. Three percussion parts run through the whole song, and the last accompaniment is completed by the violin. The whole program."

Zhou Song nodded: "The little girl playing the piano is dancing solo in front of her?"

Ang Lee: "Absolutely. She is the only moving point of this stage and the eye of the stage. So the reason why I invited you here this time is to give her a beam of light and give her close-ups throughout the whole process."

Zhou Song: “Now it’s the platoon band and percussion.”

Ang Lee: "Yes, I passed the band today, and the next rehearsal will be training her."

Zhou Song: "Let me take a look at the script."

Ang Lee: “It hasn’t been written yet.”

Zhou Song was surprised: "I will be on stage in less than a week."

Li An smiled bitterly: "This is not a professional performance group. The rehearsal this morning was fought over by the school director and I. There was not much time left for us to prepare, so we had to focus on music first. host."

Zhou Song thought about it, "It's already very good. Aren't there two more rehearsals next? I suggest that we make the script today so that I can make preparations when I go back. I checked the equipment backstage and there is no lighting. Any questions, the text hasn’t changed.”

Ang Lee: "It's the same story. Now, after rehearsals, I'll leave the two young creatives behind, so we can finalize the script while you're here."

Zhou Song: "This is best."

Li An: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Song: "You're welcome. I made a few strokes. The stage lighting points are probably in five areas."

As Zhou Song said, he put away his smile, "Because our opening scene is completely dark, the position where the first light comes on is particularly critical."

Ang Lee: "Where the story begins."

Zhou Song: "Yes."

As the trumpet finished the fourth variation, the piano once again took over the music and became the leader. Zhang Miao made a gesture of two with her left hand, and the second part applauded, leading the music to the next variation.

Li An was communicating with Zhou Song while observing the stage.

It must be said that the effect this time was somewhat beyond his expectations. He originally thought that the children would need some adaptation process from the classroom to the stage, but now it seems that he is overly worried.

Han Yiming's piano part and Lin Ziyang's clarinet part have improved significantly compared with Wednesday.

The former can grasp a certain degree of musicality, while the latter has improved on technically difficult passages.

It can be heard that the two children worked hard again when they went home last night.

Ang Lee no longer cares about feeling sorry for Han Yiming. The problem he can't let go of now is still the percussion part.

The strong and weak texture of the percussion parts was clear, and the clarity made him feel really uneasy.

Because at this moment, in addition to a few teachers responsible for student safety, there is another extra presence on the stage.

The resignation of several other teachers will not have any impact on the music, but Zhang Miao is different.

He knew what Zhang Miao was doing with her back to the stage at the moment.

Without Zhang Miao's conductor, would the percussion part still have the level of completion visible to the naked eye?

After the first piece of music ended, the concert hall fell silent.

The children on the stage seemed a little excited. They succeeded in just one try!
Indeed, every child deserves credit for being able to produce such quality in the first stage rehearsal after changing from the classroom to the stage.

The young musicians looked at me and I looked at you. Their eyes were filled with pride.

Especially the children who went straight to junior high school and participated in the Children's Day, they seemed to understand what they could do standing on this stage only at this moment.

Just when everyone was enjoying this moment of success, Qiao Zhizhi seemed a little silent. She was still thinking about where her position should be at the beginning of the music.

"excellent!"

Teacher Li An's voice came from the audience.

The children were excited!

"Everyone calm down, let's strike again while the iron is hot. Teacher Zhang, let's try the original speed this time, and you'll almost hand over the stage to everyone."

Zhang Miao also had this intention, because she would not be on stage at that time.

"Qiao Zhizhi, come down."

Qiao Zhizhi immediately put down the piano and ran off the stage. In the process, the second music on the stage sounded again.

Li Anxin said, isn't it Wang Xiaohu's turn this time? Why are you still watching, but the music has already started and he can't stop it.

"Teacher." Qiao Zhizhi had already ran over.

"Zhizhi, how are you?" Li An recovered his thoughts.

Qiao Zhizhi said a little ashamedly: "I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't go in just now."

Li An comforted: "It's okay, Teacher Zhou and I are also discussing this issue."

"You see, this story starts with your dream, right."

Qiao Zhizhi nodded.

Ang Lee: "But we can't let the audience know in advance that this is a dream. At the end, we will let everyone know that this is a dream by switching the curtain, props and your costumes."

Qiao Zhizhi: "Yeah!"

Ang Lee: "So I discussed with Teacher Zhou whether we could do a monologue before the music starts. Aren't we going to have a forest concert under the stars? Let's bury this dream in advance through this monologue. After the monologue, the music starts. A star is drawn to the music of the earth, and you appear at this moment."

Qiao Zhizhi: "Teacher, can I understand that I give everyone a story premise before the music starts, and at the end, everyone suddenly realizes that this story is a dream I had."

Zhou Song: "Yes, that's the feeling."

Ang Lee: "The problem now is how to connect this little story with your appearance. It would be best if it resonates with your campus life."

Zhou Song: "Child, think about it. What you can think of must be more suitable for this program than us."

Qiao Zhizhi fell into deep thought.

a long time.

"Teacher, Teacher Zhou, I think this dream should not just be my own. It should be a dream shared by every one of our fellow calligraphers. I just interpreted everyone's confusion."

"The concert under the stars, in my opinion, is a fairy tale, the door to innocence in each of our hearts. When we walk through this door again, we should have some new discoveries and insights."

Zhou Song's eyes lit up: "Keep talking."

On the side, Ang Lee had to say that Qiao Zhizhi's words gave the show countless more possibilities. He thought this was a very good idea, but they didn't have much time left.

The program lasted only eight minutes, relying solely on music and Qiao Zhizhi. It was impossible to complete such a stage output.

The second round of original speed on the stage was proceeding in an orderly manner, and Zhang Miao felt that it was almost time to try to let go.

Just when she turned around and was about to step off the stage to listen to the effect, Part One and Part Two suddenly fell into chaos.

Li An and the three people who were discussing in the audience looked instantly when they heard the sound, and saw that Wang Xiaohu had taken the place where Zhang Miao had just been.

Immediately afterwards, the applause returned to order.

No one knows that, like Han Yiming, Wang Xiaohu has also quietly memorized the score in the past two days.

But he memorized not only piano scores, but also percussion scores that were covered with rock, paper, scissors.

At this time, he not only commanded the three percussion parts calmly, but also had a bold idea in his mind.

Perhaps he will be needed more on stage to conduct than to sit in front of the piano.

Obviously, there are still two rehearsals in six days, and it is difficult for everyone to complete a high-standard performance without a conductor.

He believed that the teacher would definitely agree after listening to Han Yiming's performance today and his thoughts.

So his question is, what should he be on stage then?
It certainly can’t be a conductor anyway.

A monkey?