The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 417 Mahler's Fifth Symphony

Everyone in the orchestra looked at Chen Qiu, but Chen Qiu said nothing.

He just stared at everyone, nodded slightly to them, and then looked towards the stage.

He then signaled to everyone that they could go on stage at this moment.

The lights in the auditorium have dimmed.

The lights on the stage came on.

Everyone is waiting for their performance.

Waiting for them to stand on the stage and give all the audience an auditory shock that will be enough for them to remember the whole night.

The pressure of the performance is accumulating on everyone little by little.

It made them a little breathless.

The band has obviously become much stronger, but why do they feel so much pressure?

People are not quite sure.

They just felt a strong pressure.

The pressure was so great that they even felt a little breathless.

They looked at Chen Qiu expectantly, trying to wait for Chen Qiu's motivational statement before each performance to see what Chen Qiu would say this time.

but.

They are destined to be disappointed.

Chen Qiu did not give them any response. He just nodded slightly to everyone and spoke slowly.

"It's almost time to go on stage."

"it is good……"

Everyone responded in a low voice.

The appearance of this sentence is not much different from the sentence "It's almost time to hit the road."

Chen Qiu, who should have given them the most confidence at this moment, did not say anything.

The band's mainstays also inexplicably showed signs of retreat.

This feeling made them feel as if they were isolated from the band.

It is difficult for them to say that they are confident about their future performances.

Especially when they need to perform in the top 100 in the world or even at a higher level.

They silently picked up their instruments, walked past Chen Qiu and headed towards the stage.

Everyone's vision became extremely dim.

It's like going to the execution ground.

Chen Qiu just looked at them calmly, letting them walk past him without any fluctuation.

Until Xiao Hao walked by.

His eyes met Xiao Hao's.

Their eyes suddenly met.

Xiao Hao didn't expect that Chen Qiu would look at him at this time.

He was about to say something, but pushed by the people behind him, he continued to move forward.

He held his trumpet and sat in his seat, his heart trembling.

The lights on the stage shine.

The audience below the stage was shrouded in darkness and difficult to see clearly.

Xiao Hao breathed hard to calm himself.

Although he was a little nervous, he also felt that something was wrong with the orchestra's performance during today's rehearsal.

Under the influence of everyone, he even thought that conductor Chen Qiu had given up on this performance.

He wanted to use a relatively poor performance to tell others not to have too high expectations of them, that they were just an ordinary band, nothing more.

So Xiao Hao was actually prepared for the orchestra's performance to not be successful today.

Especially when he was on stage, Chen Qiu did not give a positive response to anyone.

but……

When he just walked past Chen Qiu, he felt very clearly the expectation in Chen Qiu's eyes.

This expectation was prepared for him.

Chen Qiu is looking forward to his performance.

I look forward to his good performance of the first part of Mahler's Fifth Symphony, the funeral.

Feeling the expectations given by Chen Qiu, Xiao Hao suddenly understood something.

Chen Qiu intended this feeling.

The band's technique has actually reached that level, but the band's emotions are still a little lacking.

Therefore, Chen Qiu deliberately ignored the orchestra, causing the orchestra's spirit to become weaker.

In this way, they can show that sense of taking the lead.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hao couldn't help but feel excited.

if it is like this……

He felt that tonight's performance might far exceed his imagination.

He tightly gripped the trumpet in his hand and took a deep breath to calm himself.

Since Chen Qiu has given him enough trust, he plans to...

Get the head start!

Let everyone see the strength of the trumpet!

……

Xiao Hao's excitement did not affect others.

The hearts of most of the band's role musicians are still relatively depressed.

Only some core musicians could understand Chen Qiu's ideas.

When all the members of the orchestra stood on the stage and began to tune the instruments, Qin Xian stood next to Chen Qiu.

He held the violin in his hands, looked at the orchestra in front of him, and whispered to Chen Qiu.

“Conductor Chen Qiu, isn’t this putting too much pressure on everyone? After all, you’ve always been the one leading everyone. If you suddenly let go, I feel like the people in the orchestra might be a little…”

"Let go? How can that be possible? I won't let you guys drive on autopilot."

Chen Qiu said with a smile, then raised his eyebrows at Qin Xian.

"Remember? A long time ago, when we first performed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, and you guys were working on the autopilot thing for me?"

"..."

Qin Xian was silent, looking at Chen Qiu helplessly, and finally sighed and shook his head.

"Commander Chen Qiu, I know what you are talking about, but you should know that this is not the letting go I'm talking about, right?"

"of course."

Chen Qiu chuckled.

He turned his gaze back to the stage and spoke slowly.

"But you should also know that this is just a purpose for me, and I won't let go completely."

"makes sense……"

Qin Xian nodded.

The two of them were just exchanging witticisms, and neither of them was speaking normally.

Silence fell between the two.

After a long while, Chen Qiu suddenly spoke.

"In fact, the current situation is a bit like your previous situation."

"My previous one? What?"

Qin Xian was stunned, not quite sure what Chen Qiu meant. Chen Qiu said to Qin Xian cheerfully.

"That was the time when you were planning to quit the band and drop out of school? Have you forgotten?"

"Quit the band? This..."

Qin Xian's face turned red instantly after hearing this, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

What Chen Qiu said was like opening up his dark history and placing it in front of him, forcing him to read it.

What Qin Xian wants to forget the most now is the time when he stood in front of Chen Qiu in a childish manner and shouted that he wanted to quit the position of principal, quit the orchestra, and drop out of school.

It's really shameful.

What on earth was I thinking at that time to come up with such immature words?

He forced himself to suppress the shame in his heart and struggled to speak.

"This, how come this is similar to my previous desire to quit the band?"

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"It's not that I'm similar to you, it's mainly my approach and ideas. After all, I've always believed that people have to save themselves!"

Chen Qiu looked towards the orchestra and spoke calmly.

"Our band is in a dilemma now. Our strength has obviously increased a lot, but our reputation has grown even stronger than our strength! This means we only have two choices.

Either we let our strength catch up with our reputation to prove that our strength is indeed awesome, or we let our reputation be stronger than our strength and then pair it with a title that is unworthy of the name. "

Chen Qiu looked at Qin Xian and asked him.

"Which one would you choose?"

"Catch up with fame!"

Qin Xian spoke directly without any hesitation.

"We can only move forward. If we are left behind by our reputation, then we may never be able to move forward again. Even if we achieve the corresponding reputation later, people will not pay much attention to us."

"Well, once the momentum is lost, there will be no chance to move forward. After all, there is an old saying: the first push is the best, the second is weaker, and the third is the worst."

Chen Qiu smiled and nodded, then spoke with great emotion.

“The problem with the band now is that all their expectations are placed on me. They expect me to lead them to number one, but they have no motivation of their own!

Even if they know, they say every day that they want to build the top music empire with me. "

"So... you let go of the hand that was given to them?"

Qin Xian was stunned and asked Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu nodded.

"Yes, I let go, but my hand is still there."

Chen Qiu's gaze became heavy and firm, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“The beginning of Mahler’s Fifth Symphony is about sadness, despair, funeral and death, so I hope the orchestra can interpret it with this confusion.

The band does not have to use things they have experienced to relate to the situation. They can also use things they have not experienced but that share the same emotions to make analogies.

Therefore, I hope they can fully interpret the beginning with such emotions.

We have to make a strong first impression! We have to firmly grasp the emotions of the audience at the beginning and let them do whatever they want!"

"So...what should we do next?"

Qin Xian looked at Chen Qiu, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

“If the emotions at the beginning are so high, will it be hard to sustain them later? The whole music is suspended in the air and then falls directly down, it will be completely shattered!”

"So I said, my hand is still there!"

Chen Qiu's eyes were calm.

He looked at Qin Xian and repeated to him.

"People need to save themselves. My hand is always there. Remember what I told you?"

"Self-rescue?"

Qin Xian was stunned, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

He knew that he was able to get out of the situation at that time because he had figured out some things and walked out of it bravely, but he had to admit that Chen Qiu helped him a lot.

But now the orchestra, how can they save themselves?

Aren’t they still performing under Chen Qiu’s direction?
Qin Xian looked puzzled.

But since it was Chen Qiu who said it, then he believed Chen Qiu.

At this moment, the musicians on the stage have completed tuning.

Everyone applauded.

Chen Qiu glanced at Qin Xian, grinned, patted him on the back, and spoke.

"Don't think too much, just go up and play, I'll take care of everything!"

"Yes, okay! Chen Qiu is in command!"

Qin Xian nodded vigorously.

After taking a deep breath, he picked up the violin in his hand, stepped forward, his eyes particularly determined.

Chen Qiu took out his baton from his pocket, swung it casually twice in his hand, then tucked it under his arm and followed Qin Xian onto the stage, applauding.

As Qin Xian took his seat and Chen Qiu stood on the stage, the crowd's applause became even louder.

Chen Qiu held the baton, supported the podium behind him, and bowed to everyone in thanks.

The applause paused.

Chen Qiu also turned his gaze back to the stage.

He looked at everyone in the orchestra calmly and raised the baton in his hand.

All sounds disappeared.

Everyone's attention was on Chen Qiu, waiting for his performance.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Qiu closed his eyes.

The information about Mahler's Fifth Symphony, that is, Mahler's Symphony in C sharp minor, passed through his mind.

Mahler's Fifth Symphony.

It was premiered on October 1904, 10 at the Joel Zenich Recital in Cologne, conducted by Mahler.

Compared with Mahler's previous four symphonies, the Fifth Symphony re-established the path of pure instrumental composition, without any vocal elements in the work. At the same time, the connection between the various movements relies more on the development of the music's own logic rather than the title factor outside the music.

As with all of Mahler's symphonies, the internal title content still exists, but it tends to be more abstract, so you cannot understand and think about the work itself from the internal title.

Mahler himself once said: "My music is always the sound of nature." Therefore, Mahler understood "nature" from a romantic and poetic perspective, and lingering in his mind were grand and profound concepts such as life and death, the earth and the universe.

This is also the main reason why Chen Qiu transformed the funeral in the first movement into pressure in everyone's hearts.

He needs this pressure.

The same is true of Mahler.

In 1901, Mahler suffered a serious illness and almost had a brush with death. This is particularly evident in the first part of the music, that is, the first and second movements of the work.

The notes of the first movement, the funeral march, seem not to be of this world but to have come from hell, with the trumpets playing a solemn, wailing array.

Strings and bass brass follow closely behind, playing a sad and cold theme, like the whisper of a devil, pushing the notes to tell and describe this naked and decadent world for Mahler.

The contrast between the strings’ elegy and the brass’ shrill, hysterical howls perfectly captures the two very different responses humans have when faced with death.

Resistance and acceptance.

Different from Tchaikovsky's absolutely dark world, and Beethoven's tragic and unyielding world, Mahler's music is more like a memory of his inner self on a desperate road, full of sorrow and loneliness, and also a confirmation of his own mental journey.

At this moment, everyone's mind is shrouded in darkness.

This is the most appropriate time to perform this piece.

Although I feel a little sorry for everyone in the band, but...

Chen Qiu's gaze fixed on Xiao Hao in the distance, and he suddenly raised and pulled the baton in his hand.

far away.

The sad sound of the trumpet slowly sounded.

Like death.

(End of this chapter)