"Join the chorus? Next symphony?" Luo Yin's eyes widened and his eyelashes flickered, "Mr. Fan Ning is saying that you want to join the chorus during the writing of "Second Symphony"?"
"That's what it means." Fan Ning's eyes still stayed in the direction of the choir, "What do you think will happen?"
"You will be questioned. Questions from all aspects, at all stages, with tacit associations."
"Are you there?"
"Of course there won't be me." Her tone became slightly faster for emphasis, "But there will be everyone else."
"The composers at the beginning of the Romantic period were overwhelmed by the tremendous pressure brought by Gilles when composing symphonies. Any Symphony No. 1 in any period of their artistic career will be heavily criticized.
Peers, appreciators and music critics compare themselves with this master of authenticism. Their common step before creating is not to conceive of inspiration first, but to build up their own psychology first..."
"Mr. Fanning, you are only 23 years old, one year older than me, and you are about to write the "Second Symphony"."
Fan Ning lowered his head and smiled helplessly, admitting that Luo Yin was right.
In the previous life, there was a great master, Beethoven, and here there is a great master, Gilles.
Beethoven was not the first to add chorus to the Ninth Symphony (Op. 125). Long before writing "Beethoven", he had created the "Choral Fantasy in C minor" (Op. 80) with an experimental attitude.
), the context of its work basically follows the same vein of "pain-blocking-meditation-joy-transcendence", and the chorus theme sounds basically the same as "Bei Jiu".
Although this work is also written by a master, the depth of thought is naturally not as good as that of "Bei Jiu". Moreover, because of insufficient technical accumulation, Beethoven temporarily took out the piano as a medium for dialogue between the orchestra and the choir. It is not so much a "vocal piece"
"Symphony" is actually closer to "Piano Concerto with Vocal Music".
But from the perspective of experimental works, Beethoven was undoubtedly a pragmatic master. He did not aim too high right from the start, but started by exploring the possible integration of symphony and vocal music, gradually paving the way for the success of the Ninth Symphony."
The last movement of "Beijiu" is composed with the lyrics and music of the German poet Schiller's "Ode to Joy", creating a majestic, solemn, magnificent ode full of philosophical thoughts and exploration of the ultimate meaning of human beings. It is the greatest work of his artistic career.
This work was also the pinnacle work of that era.
From Op.80 to Op.125, Fan Ning in his previous life often used this example to demonstrate that "composing the sublime does not rely solely on a moment of inspiration from a genius." Greatness like Beethoven is also due to perseverance and diligence, as well as to art.
Be pragmatic and pious to achieve immortality.
Now in this world, as a master whose death marked the end of the period of Authenticism, Gilles also experienced a similar trajectory. His attempts to integrate vocal music into symphonies began with the Seventh Symphony, starting with small
It started with two pipes + solo, then returned to three pipes + four choruses, and finally the huge scale of three pipes + quartet + two mixed choirs was written in the "Ninth Symphony".
The latter is also recognized as Gilles's highest achievement in the field of symphony, as well as the pinnacle of his artistic career and a systematic summary of his lifelong techniques.
The discussion group believed that it was Gilles' Ninth Symphony that elevated him to the position of "Torchbearer". His single-handed influence during and after his life made the spread of the abnormal area lag at least two times behind what it would have been without him.
century.
In this world, it is a great monument that is insurmountable and must be talked about when discussing music.
Although the achievements of romanticism so far have allowed composers to initially get rid of Giles' "shadow" and initially establish "vocabulary confidence", everyone has taken a different approach.
No one dares to choose to sublimate the work by adding a chorus to the last movement of the symphony.
Its nature is equivalent to picking up the microphone and announcing to the world, "I am ready to challenge Gilles's "Ninth Symphony, please stay tuned", or "I am ready to pay tribute to Gilles's "Ninth Symphony, please watch".
Can I learn it well?"
No matter which interpretation it is, it has taken a lot of effort and endured the greatest pressure and doubts.
According to Fan Ning's understanding, if a master who has entered the late stage of his creative career makes such a decision, then everyone's evaluation may be "respectable courage" and "a heroic act."
But at the age of 23, "Second Symphony"? This may be a "crowd ridicule".
"Why don't you wait a little longer?" Luo Yin tried to make a suggestion, "Mr. Fan Ning is still young, and those who like you can afford to wait...not to mention until '9th', even if it's only until--"
"Shh." "Well..."
Seeing the conductor on the sacrament table raising his hand again, the two tacitly paused their brief discussion in low voices.
The prelude to the next act of the "Requiem in A minor" began to echo in the church.
It was almost 11 o'clock in the night, and Fan Ning was still impressed by the shocking expressiveness of the human voice created by master Tarakani.
Before attending the mourning event for poet Bassani, Fanning had never experienced such a direct and strong aesthetic impact of vocal music.
From Master Niemann's free-spirited singing with organ accompaniment, to listening to more art songs, and now to listening to large-scale religious requiems in person.
Noble, holy, every syllable is filled with the glory and fragrance of divinity.
The thought in Fan Ning's heart is being reinforced over and over again:
"A symphony should be all-encompassing, and a symphony should be like a world. My artistic career will inevitably be spent in the intricate process of constructing and constantly revising huge symphonic works... And poetry, those admirable works
If the poems written by poets can become a reservoir of my intentions, concepts and thoughts, which I can use at my disposal... it will be difficult to accumulate materials and transform vocabulary, but perhaps only in this way can I
Only the Second Symphony in C minor can support the macro narrative of the discussion of death."
"Don't write like that, you'll get mad." On the other hand, various portraits, bronze statues and sculptures of Gilles appeared in front of my eyes from time to time.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Symphonies are already complex enough. How about using instrumental music to complete your accumulation and gain more recognition from music fans?
To this day, Fan Ning finally feels how uncomfortable it was for Brahms when he was writing the symphony. No wonder it took him 21 years to write his "Symphony No. 1".
Fan Ning was convinced that such an attempt would be better than bringing "Beijing" into the world directly. Let Beethoven and Gilles, the two "torch bearers", compete with each other. The "win chance" would be much greater than it is now.
Three roads lie at my feet, and I don't know where to go.
The requiem ended, and the time of transition between old and new indicated by the poet was approaching. The motorcade carrying the coffins left the church's mission square, heading towards the Tulip Central Cemetery, which is about a 15-minute walk away.
As if similar to a scene nearly a year ago, Fan Ning walked silently among the crowd.
On a normal day, the Tulip Central Cemetery would be lush with trees, majestic and criss-crossed with marble monuments. However, it is difficult to see it at midnight. It is dark and silent all around. Only the epitaph on the brand-new stone monument nearby is visible to my eyes.
, that was the declaration the poet made to the world when he was 16 years old.
Poetry is a rebellion against language.
Bishop Mill's introduction before the requiem performance came to Fanning's mind again.
"Everyone must follow his inner free will and produce truth again and again, otherwise he will wither... Even if it is not the ultimate truth, at least it will not be judged as disqualified by history."
Free will?
Fanning once again clearly realized that adding chorus to the symphony was what he had been looking for since he wrote his first C minor key signature.
Although "Bei Jiu" is great, his understanding of life has not yet risen to the level of "the ultimate joy of the universe". This is not the current free will. At this stage of life, what he wants to explore is different from "Bei Jiu".
Although discussing death can be considered a grand narrative, Fan Ning foresees that he will discuss it more than once in his artistic career.
"Your concert on the night of the 21st may have more audiences than you think." When saying goodbye, Marquise McAdam said something profound to Fanning.
For each performance, a certain amount of internal tickets will be reserved in the distinguished guest seats, and celebrities with higher status will be invited to attend.
"Even if there is only one audience, you have to be responsible for the performance, right?" Fan Ning smiled calmly.
"Luo Yin, please take Mr. Fan Ning back. The car is waiting at the baptistery in the northwest direction of the square." McAdam waved his hand.
"Okay dad, bye mom."
Looking at the backs of the two people in the night, McAdam's unsmiling face showed a thought.
"A discussion performance that can be remembered for a lifetime by the listener... What is even more incredible is that Mr. Fanning politely declined the nomination suggestions of three masters. The world is only comparable to the more than 100 Boethios who exist in the world.
When the number of nominations for Sri Lankan Artists is within reach, is he so undecided?"
The Marquise next to her smiled and said: "The vision of the masters is certainly not wrong. A 23-4-year-old quasi-'forged lion' high-level artist... But in this way, the premiere of this violin concerto will be even more lively.
..."
In the early morning, the summer wind blew through the car windows, and the street scenes and lights quickly receded from both sides.
"Do you want to have something to eat? I know a few good late-night restaurants or taverns in the Imperial Capital." Luo Yin, who was sitting upright next to him, asked.
"Will you also go to the tavern?" Fan Ning was still looking out the window. At this point in time, 90% of the pedestrians on the street were gone, but the city buildings of Santa Ramburg were still lit up.
"Very few. It depends on the situation and the grade."
"Let's change it to another day."
"Okay... you seem to have made a certain decision just now." The girl continued to talk about music.
Fan Ning turned to look at her.
Luo Yin looked into his eyes: "It should be when returning from the funeral, it seems that the coffin is buried, the new monument is erected, and the team turns around, a new state of mind is derived from the original emotion."
"You observe so carefully."
"Am i right?"
"Use chorus." Fan Ning nodded directly.
...As long as you write what you want to write, why not?
When I looked up at the murals on the church dome, the buzzing feeling of squeezing and trembling was the transcendental revelation before this impulse came.
He pulled the armrest on the side of the car roof, and the cool wind poured in from his sleeves, washing his clothes, making his cheeks and skin feel inexplicably cool and refreshing.
"Do you have a text in mind?" The girl's hair was flying, and her response was equally direct.
Fan Ning's message to her was very decisive, which meant that the decision had indeed been made.
She felt that this was a very high-level artistic discussion. Although it belonged to Fan Ning's mental journey, she was also the witness who was questioned about it.
"No. However, there is always an impulse first, and then an idea." Fan Ning said.
"You are smiling slightly."
"Yes, what?"
"There was nothing like this the whole time before."
Luo Yin touched the tip of his nose with curiosity: "Well, of course, most of the participants were relatively restrained. Although the poet's condolence activities were informal, since it was a funeral, the general tone was always solemn and solemn.
, and now it is finally over... Is it because of a successful performance and an upcoming nomination? I am also very happy. This is an unexpected result during the exchange last night."
"Or was it because of the difficult decision to join the chorus?"
"No, it's the second movement." Fan Ning said.
He stretched out, loosened the first button of his shirt, stretched his legs toward the front of the cabin, and changed into a more comfortable posture that was lower down.
"Really!" Luo Yin's eyes lit up, feeling slightly excited for Fan Ning, "Then you solved two problems at the same time. If the first movement is in C minor, what key is it probably in?"
"Maybe it's A flat major," Fanning said.
Just like...the tonality of the warm and cantabile second movement after the conflict-filled first movement of Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor" "Pathétique" ends.
"But you told me that the first movement is a funeral, a giant's funeral with solemnity, solemnity and torture. Why is the inspiration for the second movement such a musical character?" The girl noticed it particularly keenly.
"You must have had such an experience, either before or just now -"
Fan Ning sat up slightly and explained to her seriously: "You are attending the funeral of a close person. It cannot be a person who is unforgettable like a true love. It is best not to have huge grief caused by unexpected blows or misunderstandings.
Usually it is an old friend, an old friend, a person who has died well or a hero-like figure that you admire, with appropriate feelings of sadness or desolate haze..."
"Then, maybe on the way home, a picture of a warm moment suddenly appeared in your mind. It was a long time ago that you have not forgotten but rarely thought of. It was like a ray of bright sunshine, a ray of sunshine.
There is a refreshing breeze, and there are no clouds or fog, so you may almost forget what happened just now, and forget it for a short time.”