"Poem of Awakening", preface, "Fanghui Poet"'s summer wake-up call.
The sound of the trumpet opens the prologue of the "Third Symphony", which is the key base of the climbing path, the lowest form of the world, and the prelude to the development of the "initial" stage of life.
Without any accompaniment, the brass pipe is simply venting, but it also has a gentle metallic feel. It is the brass pipe that is most like a woodwind in character.
The rhythm is like a sonorous step, and the notes throughout the piece are marked with a strong ">" sign, but the melody is based on a tragic minor key, with a tragic and tragic tone in the majesty.
This is completely different in style from Fanning's first two symphonies, so much so that no one can relate to it, but they are consistent in their results: the opening is impressive and directly penetrates the soul.
"This melody?..."
"Isn't there any strange way of writing? The rhythm pattern is so simple, without any changes, not even accompaniment. Why does it sound so direct..."
Several music directors, major investors, and hospital executives who auditioned were all speechless on the spot, starting to express their inner thoughts but unable to find adjectives to continue the description.
The crude and blunt interpretation of this oppositional vocabulary is like drinking strong alcohol on an empty stomach, causing pain in the esophagus and stomach and making the heart beat more powerfully.
Some people began to look back at the composer's name on the first page of the score, which had not been their focus before.
"Winter—winter!————"
In the second half of the theme progression, bassoons, trombones, tubas, string instruments and percussion began to sound downward fifth-degree vibration notes in unison, just like imitating the sound of drumming by primitive tribesmen.
The sound of the trumpet gradually increased as the theme progressed.
"Look!
!”
When it reaches its highest point, the musician hits the big cymbal and the melody falls downward.
"Reveille" is just a preview before awakening, and the music returns to darkness and silence.
A short section of gloomy column chords connects the dull and slow unison ups and downs of the wind instruments.
This is called "mysterious motivation".
The mysterious tone represents "inanimate matter", but metaphorically speaking, it refers to "the person before entering the door".
Just like Fan Ning himself, the creator.
In other words, only by first recognizing yourself before entering the door can you understand yourself after passing through the door.
This musical vocabulary is strange in Fan Ning's discussion. The gnosis from the glow has not yet illuminated this wasteland, and Walter cannot yet understand Huita, but he can at least present the music itself faithfully.
So what everyone heard was a fragmented texture that did not form a true melody. The only tendency was a colorful depiction led by the French horn at extremely low intensity.
Low string sounds emerge from all directions, creating a mysterious substance like the darkness of the night - strange, terrifying but great, and the phantom of gnosis is just like a veil at the moment.
Frankly speaking, this is just my first time playing together.
Walter naturally knew that many of the beats were missed, the intensity was too straightforward, and the refined expression terminology had not yet been developed, but the initial changes in the audience had already occurred strongly.
"Is this inspiration? This is the world of high inspiration?"
Many big investors or hospital bosses are just arty or have administrative qualifications. They have never experienced this "illusion" in their lives - maybe it is an illusion - when did their perception of music details become so strong?
It was just a hasty rehearsal!
It was a reversal and change in a certain dull state of spirituality. They felt that compared with this moment, their previous state could not be considered open eyes at all. Although everywhere was filled with vibrations from ether to astral bodies, the world at that time was dark.
It is as silent as ice, and now, even the least inspired person can realize that there seems to be something mysterious and powerful resurrecting in the void.
Walter held the baton in his fingers and carefully stroked it in the air.
"Winter——Dongdongdong/Winter——" "Winter——Dongdongdong/Winter——"
The faint triplets of the timpani continued to beat.
"Hum." Walter signaled the bassoon and bassoon to take the beat.
They blow out a mellow bass melody with smooth lines and vibrato.
This is an ode to pastoral poetry, humming for a section, then resting for a section, and the cycle repeats.
"Dawn." Walter's eyes passed over another part of the score.
At the same time as the second hum appears, the flute and single yellow pipe enter the beat.
The two-note high octave jumps in, and the morning light breaks through the clouds, bringing dawn.
"Lust!" He pointed to the trumpet.
The musicians followed immediately and roughly, blowing the four notes of re, fa, la, and #do on the gel membrane, and hovering over the most dissonant and sensually exciting #do.
"Humming."
The bassoon's praise of the pastoral scenery started again.
"Season moves!" He glanced at the viola part of the score with his peripheral vision.
A gray D minor chord tremolo was played from the front left of the rehearsal hall.
"Lust." "Hum."
When the two opposing motives reappeared in the tremolo, their positions were subtly interchanged.
The musicians felt something cracked in the air.
And the six or seven people watching the rehearsal were completely dumbfounded.
With their lifetime experience, they didn’t know that symphonic poems could be written like this or written like this.
What kind of song is this!? Some people are yelling filial piety in their hearts like a cassette tape.
"Ascension."
Walter's eyes were as bright as fire, his inner rhythm was advancing accurately, and he made a gesture with his right hand, waving it upward.
The cello and double bass, which had been silent for a long time, played an extremely fast upward 7-note scale with fff intensity, and then suddenly became stagnant, pulling down the third note.
“Da da da da da da da/ta————da————da————”
Welcome new life from the breath of complete stillness.
"Hammer!"
The last sound, the timpani, the big and small snare drums and the brass hammered cruelly, and the new life was ruthlessly killed, and the living flesh began to rot in the soil.
"Lust!" The trumpet takes over the pain with violence.
“re/fa/la/#do!——————”
Both the musician and the listener felt that a force smashed down from the side of their heads, crushing another force.
Its aggression is not directed at itself, but like... the transparent glass that seals itself and the space here.
The glass is shattering.
"dawn."
Walter directed the voices one after another to advance into the beat, and the flute and single yellow pipe once again pierced the clouds upward.
"Lust." "Seasonal Movement."
The trombone played a dissonant D-minor seventh chord, and the string tremolo began to spread to each violin part.
"Hum." "Ascend." "Hammer!" Bassoon, bass strings and drums are arranged in sequence.
In the first round of rehearsal ensemble, with many flaws, Walter could never have imagined that he could have this feeling.
He felt that his spiritual platform was clear and gradually getting better, even approaching the point of exhaustion.
"This kind of awakening is the awakening from unfathomable dead silence to notes and harmony, but the awakening of the Lord of Witness is probably not all of the teacher's deep inner title. It is a metaphor for the more essential 'something from nothing'
Fundamental change is a great move to successfully break through from the most primitive and chaotic world..."
"I feel the 'basin', and I can definitely see the base of the Huita. The teacher is trying to explore a mysterious and significant 'road to climb' through musical works. No one can just think of him as a person."
A thoughtful and subtle singer of nature, the latter is highly regarded, but to him it is extremely narrow..."
In the third minute, Walter actually felt that his spirituality had been sublimated.
Just one time away from dreaming!
He once had a solid accumulation in the church in his hometown. Today, in his travel career, a high-ranking realm is already within sight!
The tonality is changing silently, and the theme of the "March of Elegy" is continued by Fan Ning using French horns and trumpets. The intervals jump up and down, the rhythm is stiff, and the cold and violent characteristics become more and more obvious.
To be continued...