Chapter 1270 Singing and Dancing
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump—
The guitar in Anson’s arms played a brisk and crisp rhythm in his slender fingers, with neat plucking and clean Control makes the strings bounce like glass marbles.
The song "Jukebox Blues" is undoubtedly one of Joan Carter's very personal classics.
But classics often mean that they are difficult to surpass.
Of course, Reese isn't doing a cover, and her goal isn't to transcend the classic; she's playing Joan Carter, recreating the scene in which Joan Carter sang the song.
Nevertheless, Reese does not need to surpass Joan Carter's version, but she needs to inject color into the music in her own interpretation just like Joan Carter.
Reese noticed the smile in Anson's eyes. The tacit understanding between them was limited and it was difficult to communicate through their eyes; but now it was more than just eyes.
And the melody.
Listening carefully, Reese realized that the rhythm of Anson's fingertips hitting the strings was accelerating. The vitality of the entire melody was full and enthusiastic. It was not the kind of blooming of green buds in spring, but the blooming of midsummer. The flowers are blooming proudly and vigorously, and the flowers are spread out all over the mountains and plains.
That kind of splendor, that kind of flamboyance, that kind of wantonness...
The blood is boiling.
Actually, Reese has a tomboy side in her character - although not much, she does have a free and straightforward part, a prank-loving part, and is bold, lawless and willful.
At this moment, seeing Anson's expression, his bright eyes flashing with a hint of provocation, the mischievous gene in his bones began to stir.
Reese: This is not a studio anyway, this is just playing in a private recording studio. She has already come forward to show off her humiliation, so why should she worry about her face?
"There was someone there with an old tin horn, and a guy playing the banjo..."
More cheerful, freer, more wanton.
Reese is deviating from the Joan Carter version and interpreting her own colors.
"The violinist..." Without warning, a coughing and angry voice came, "If you are not lazy, he plays really well."
The angry voice roared out. , Reese herself couldn't help but smile, and cautiously looked away, looking up at the sky.
However, from the corner of his eyes, he saw those faces——
Connor was clearly in the mood, expressing his joy with a beaming expression, and the smile at the corner of his mouth fully bloomed with enthusiasm.
Listening carefully, Reese discovered that the key sounds and cello string sounds also quietly changed, no longer continuous, but evolved into clean staccato sounds.
It does not mean that the notes are completely broken, but that there is a sense of jumping between the notes, starting from the playing method, so that the continuous melody also creates a A drum beat effect.
It’s hard to believe: none of the four members played the drums.
There are obviously no drum beats, but the effect of drum beats is created. The sparks of the collision between instruments, the playing techniques and the performance state complete the ensemble, giving wings to the notes and dancing to the rhythm in the air.
Reese was stunned.
The smile crept up to the corner of his mouth, and then he couldn't control it anymore, it bloomed completely.
Reese grabbed the hem of her skirt and couldn't help but dance. It was just the simplest and most basic dance steps. She used her steps to find the rhythm and her body to feel the rhythm.
But the strange thing is that Reese feels that she is becoming a part of the music——
Now, Reese finally understood what Anson meant.
Her interpretation, her dance steps, her smile, her state, the melody, the lyrics, the musical instruments, and the performance all collide and blend with each other, and finally evolve into a whole. Everything makes the scene before us The performance becomes unique.
This "Jukebox Blues" really has a vitality.
Not for Joan Carter, nor for Reese Witherspoon, but for Reese and the band August 31st.
Make a unique mark. "The violinist must be tired, I didn't hear him say that, just because he let himself go on the strings and the jukebox started to run away."
Tap tap tap.
Reese has truly taken off her burden, her steps are light and agile, like a tap dance, and her smile is like a butterfly flapping its wings at the corner of her mouth.
However, Reese was not satisfied. She was just like Ruth in "Titanic" who broke into the lower cabin to attend the dance. After a short period of restraint, she completely let go of her hands and feet and pulled up her own Skirt, stand on the stage, show people your ballet steps, and dance stubbornly with others.
Reese kept waving her hands, asking for a stronger rhythm and a crazier sound, and her wanton and brilliant laughter flew up and down in the colorful melody.
"Then I heard the melody start to get stronger, it must be the drum beat! It gives the song a unique rhythm, boy, it sounds so good!"
Pull the hem of the skirt.
Like a flamenco dance, Reese turned around and looked at Anson with a smile on her face, a hint of provocation in her eyes, as if to say:
Drumbeat. Hey man, drum roll!
On the side, Connor saw it and laughed directly, his hearty laughter was undisguised.
Lily also followed suit, but Lily was much smarter:
The sound of the keys under her fingers was like a turbulent sea, layered and gorgeous, joining Reese in this way.
So, where is Anson?
Anson's eyes widened, his shoulders raised high, with an innocent expression on his face: I did something wrong, why do you treat me like this?
But it’s only for a second.
Immediately afterwards, Anson held the guitar, loosened the strings, and placed his hands on the piano case to hit the drums.
Bah, bang, bang.
Relaxed and relaxed, neither fast nor slow, sometimes like rain hitting the beach, sometimes like gentle breeze and drizzle, and actually beating the blood-boiling rhythm like flamenco.
Relying only on drum beats, it interprets the sentimental and thrilling tension.
This is vitality.
The vitality of individual edges and brilliant colors highlights the position of the instrument and the performer, injecting different souls into the music in its own way.
Reese looked at Anson with a hint of amazement in her eyes. She pulled up her skirt, followed Anson's drumbeat, and actually danced with flamenco steps.
The two of them have never rehearsed or cooperated before. At this moment, they all rely on tacit understanding.
Anson looked at Reese, and Reese looked at Anson. During the eye contact and collision, Anson's drumbeat and Reese's dance steps actually showed a sense of chasing each other, the graceful melody, and the graceful posture. The power has evolved into the bones of the melody, and the vitality of the song is becoming more and more vivid and bright.
Although it is still a Joan Carter song, it takes on a new look.
The recording engineer sitting outside was stunned, his mouth opened little by little, and after his jaw was dislocated, he completely forgot to push it back, and stared at the scene in front of him with dumbfounded eyes:
The brain shut down.
From the drum beats to the dance steps, and from the dance steps to the drum beats, they are intertwined and coordinated with each other. The two completely different playing methods actually present a visual sense of a pas de deux.
Then, Anson turned to look at Miles.
Miles:? ? ?
Looking at Connor and Lily, Miles was the most unfamiliar with the battle in front of him, but finally looked at Anson and decided to follow his intuition because of his trust in Anson.
At this time, the cello also came in.
(End of this chapter)