The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 418 Mahler's Fifth Symphony (II)
Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang buzz, bang bang bang buzz, bang bang bang bang! ! !

The sound of a trumpet rang out.

Slowly draw open the curtain of music.

Xiao Hao tightly gripped the trumpet in his hand, looked at Chen Qiu, and puffed up his mouth hard, trying his best to send the breath from his mouth into the trumpet.

This is a lonely trumpet, and this is also a lonely trumpet.

Only the sound of this trumpet was heard in the entire orchestra.

He played the most basic rhythms, the most basic notes.

Nothing superfluous.

Because, this is the funeral bugle call.

Simple, but thought-provoking.

The coldness and sadness contain unspeakable mourning.

This is Xiao Hao's voice, and this is also Mahler's voice.

The moment this sound came out, everyone knew that it was Mahler.

Because before Mahler, no one had ever written a symphony like this.

The symphony opens with a lonely trumpet!
Xiao Hao pursed his lips tightly and breath flowed into the trumpet from his body.

Following Chen Qiu's command, the atmosphere of sorrow and sadness was transmitted to everyone.

The trumpet's sound should obviously be a loud and clear one, but at this moment it seems particularly dim.

There was no vitality in his voice.

His arrival seemed to foreshadow some sadness.

This is the highlight of trumpet leader Xiao Hao.

Everyone was listening to Xiao Hao's performance, and there was no sound.

At this moment, it seemed as if he was the only one left in the entire concert hall.

Despite such great psychological pressure, his voice did not tremble at all.

Instead, it made his body even more excited.

Trembling with excitement.

Down.

Down.

Then continue descending.

Go down step by step.

The interval changes from a parallel relationship to a third, and then increases from a third to a fourth.

Chen Qiu pulled his arm back suddenly, clenched his fist, and then smashed down with force.

boom!
In the distance, the cymbals of the Ai drum made a loud bang.

The snare drum hums.

At this moment, the single instrument directly transitions to the entire large orchestra.

The strong contrast in tone instantly gives people goose bumps and makes their whole body feel as if it is electrified.

The sound waves are sweeping across the room!

Everyone in the wind band picked up their instruments and followed Xiao Hao, blowing their instruments in a low voice.

Bang bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang dang...

This low turn.

Rui Jia, who was not far away, picked up the instrument and plucked the strings in her hand.

Without any pause, he took the music from Xiao Hao's hands and handed it to the horn principal not far away.

The French horn is then slightly transformed and passed back to the string group.

The music just flows through the orchestra.

The progression of the music does not give people more exciting and positive emotions.

The bugle call at the funeral should give everyone a perfect ending at this time.

But at this moment, the music descended into an even heavier abyss.

This is not military music.

This is a funeral.

This is Mahler's satire on war.

This is also Chen Qiu's ridicule of everyone's lack of confidence.

The music is low, sad, and mournful.

However, there was no sense of uneasiness!

Chen Qiu's eyes were calm. He pulled the baton in his hand hard, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

As a musician in his band, he had no idea why these people in the band felt so insecure?

Now that they have joined the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, they will certainly move towards the highest peak with extremely firm steps.

There won’t be any fear or hesitation!
Only in this way can it be called a harmonious symphony orchestra!
I don’t know when.

No one in the band noticed that their emotions before going on stage had been completely absorbed by the music.

There was no more confusion and anxiety in their eyes.

Because the moment the music came out, everything they had practiced during rehearsal poured into their bodies.

Their bodies, ahead of their thoughts, have already begun to play the instruments in their hands, absorbing, dissolving and incorporating the emotions in their hearts into the music.

A heavy darkness enveloped the dim strings in the orchestra, soothing everyone's chaotic thoughts.

Make the color of music more turbid.

As chaotic as fog.

Enveloping the entire concert hall.

Su Yue's eyes were calm.

She led the orchestra's wind instrument section to blend the timbre of the orchestra's wind instruments with the string instruments.

The moment the music came out, the entire concert hall fell into silence.

Sad theme, dark image.

This is the wail of the battlefield.

But this silence does not mean indifference.

Everyone looked at the performance of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra with enthusiasm in their eyes.

They are restraining their inner emotions.

Because they heard what they wanted to hear.

The show they wanted to hear.

They were not disappointed.

This one didn't disappoint. It sounded a bit ordinary, as if it was unremarkable and couldn't arouse any impulse.

but!

You have to know what this lack of disappointment means.

This performance by the Harmony Symphony Orchestra is not just a simple performance.

It seemed that they were performing as the second in Haicheng and the fifth in Huaguo, and everyone's expectations of them were limited to this.

But in fact, many people actually listen to the Harmony Symphony Orchestra as the best in Haicheng, China, Asia and even the world.

They were comparing the Harmony Symphony Orchestra to not the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra.

It's the Berlin Philharmonic!

London Symphony!

Vienna Philharmonic!
That's the kind of music they expect.

They expect that only music like this can be worthy of the title of the best in China.

It sounds a bit outrageous.

However, this is indeed what everyone expects of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

They came to listen to the performance of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra with critical and distrustful eyes.

They suspected that everything about the Harmony Orchestra was just propaganda used by the media to deceive them.

but……

When they heard the trumpet sound.

The moment when I heard the sound of the trumpet getting louder and louder, but then getting weaker and weaker.

Everyone knew it.

They have found their way.

And when the cymbals buzzed, the music continued and melodiously played among the various instruments.

Hear Chen Qiu's control over the music.

I heard each instrument controlling the emotions of the music perfectly.

When you hear the harmony hidden in the orchestra.

Then they understood.

They have seen the future.

They are standing at the forefront of the future of Chinese music.

What they listened to was not an ordinary band that was completely hyped up by those inexplicable media.

It is the future of China.

It is the future of Chinese music.

It is a top symphony orchestra with its own characteristics, capable of standing out among the world's orchestras!

Everyone felt satisfied.

They heard what they wanted to hear.

The Harmony Symphony Orchestra perfectly gave them what they expected.

Feeling such music, everyone's mouth corners couldn't help but smile.

They looked at the Harmony Symphony Orchestra expectantly, with their fists clenched, waiting for the subsequent interpretation.

Under their sight.

Chen Qiu held the baton in his hand, his gaze calmly pulling at the emotions of everyone in the orchestra.

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He calmed everyone down.

Analyze people’s emotions.

It dispels everyone’s confusion about themselves and allows the anxiety in their hearts to become one with the music.

Let them cover up the dark background of the music.

They held the instruments in their hands and played their own parts.

A soft sound was heard.

Qin Xian gently played the violin in his hand and led the first violin group forward slowly.

He was facing the cello played by Xu Shuwen not far away, separated by an octave.

Wu Ming, who is often overlooked, followed Su Yue's clarinet and laid the foundation for the music together with the bassoon next door.

Not far away, Rui Jia gently plucked the strings in her hand, letting the low tone spread beneath the music, becoming the long road of the band.

This is the theme of the funeral.

Such a sad and beautiful tone almost broke the throats of everyone present, leaving them unable to make any sound.

They even felt that their breathing was a blasphemy to the music.

With the slight turn of the baton in Chen Qiu's hand and a few simple reminders, the rhythm of the melody went up several levels.

They went from a four-note run to a leap of sixths.

Xu Shuwen's cello also changed from following to moving in the opposite direction.

The music obviously didn't have many changes, and the melody line was even extremely stable, but in everyone's ears, it seemed so strong.

Such delicate expression made the eyes of many conductors present open wide.

this?

This musical expression?
This music?

No, although I knew Mahler was awesome, I didn’t expect you could play it so awesomely!
Several small commanders who had heard of Chen Qiu's reputation and came over specially covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from making any sound.

They wanted to cry.

Tears even welled up in their eyes.

The music was so delicate, so delicate that they even found it hard to imagine that such music could come from such a domestic orchestra.

The appearance of each note brings vibration to several musical instruments.

Even such calm lines can give people such a strong shock.

Is this the Harmony Symphony Orchestra?
Is this Chen Qiu?

They don't know what they should say.

They could only cover their mouths in silence to calm their excited bodies so as not to make any noise and ruin this beauty.

Not only them, but also Zhao Yi who was not far away was the same.

He hid in a private room in the concert hall, and was stunned by the music ringing in his ears.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of his parents, his relatives who had passed away.

The music floated across his cheek, leaving a long trail of coolness.

He sniffed slightly, reached out his hand and wiped his cheek, feeling the coolness at his fingertips, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He knew that Chen Qiu was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

This is just a beginning, a very simple beginning, and Chen Qiu can control the orchestra's emotions so perfectly.

How on earth did he do it?
Why is the sense of depression in music so strong, yet not painful?

Is there even a hint of release?

Not only that, why are his emotional expression, line processing and musical expression so strong?
Zhao Yi thought that the time he spent with Chen Qiu was not that long, and they had even only been separated for a few days.

But why...

Why is the difference so big in these few days?
Is it the improvement of Chen Qiu's ability, or the strengthening of the band's ability?

Zhao Yi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and focused his attention on the music with a very serious look.

He was really curious about how the band had become so strong in such a short time.

He was really, really curious.

He listened hard to distinguish.

Trying to find some clues about Chen Qiu's musical expression.

But it's very regrettable.

He had absolutely no way of hearing it.

He couldn't hear it.

Chen Qiu and the band performed like a perfect match.
It seems like a world of difference from before.

Whether it is the string part, the wind part, or Chen Qiu's conducting part.

Every part seems to have made some progress.

It seems that each part becomes so strong only by relying on the growth of other parts.

It’s hard to say for Zhao Yi.

but……

Zhao Yi slowly exhaled, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

This melancholy was not brought to him by the music, but by his feeling of being old.

But Zhao Yi could hear the strength of Chen Qiu and the Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

He heard that Chen Qiu was definitely more powerful than the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra.

The Harmony Symphony Orchestra is not second.

After this performance, they should probably be able to reach the first place.

As for the national ranking?

Zhao Yi wasn't quite sure, but he felt that he should be able to rank in the top two.

Even on a global scale, the Harmony Symphony Orchestra has a chance to make the top 50.

As for how much higher, Zhao Yi didn't know.

He has never been in there.

He didn't dare to think about it.

Perhaps the Harmony Symphony Orchestra could reach a higher position, but he was not sure.

There was only one thing he was sure of now.

That is……

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead..."

Zhao Yi sighed softly.

He shook his head and continued to watch the band's performance.

Chen Qiu pulled hard with the baton in his hand.

The marching team reappeared.

In the distance, Ai Gu and the percussion group pushed the mood of the music forward again.

The sound of the tremolo of the cymbal and the extremely discordant color of the bass part suddenly make the music extremely powerful.

The eerie and terrifying atmosphere instantly rushed towards everyone.

Chang Gao raised the trombone in his hand, replacing the French horn and trumpet, and played the falling sound.

The sound fell bit by bit.

Like falling into the abyss.

At the same time, the melody of the second theme also sounded at this moment, followed by the third theme.

Just like the psychological pressure on the band members increasing before the performance begins.

They were afraid, even a little terrified, of performing.

Until they were on stage.

In the distance, the sound of wind instruments rang out.

Solo performances by oboe Yuefu and flute Songge emerge.

This is light.

This is also a psalm.

This is the light that shines into the abyss.

This is a psalm that redeems the sorrow in everyone’s heart.

This is also the most rare brightness and gentleness in the first movement.

(End of this chapter)