Chapter 212 Can’t Help It
At the end of the 18th century, the French Revolution and its violent influence in European countries led to great changes in people’s requirements for entertainment dance styles. The once-popular minuet and gavotte The dance was eliminated because of its rigid, restrained style, and the waltz, with its relaxed and natural body, became popular.
Of course, the waltz has been severely opposed. Groups with different purposes and interests have criticized the new thing. The church believes that the waltz is immoral and uncivilized because men and women embrace and rotate too fast, and denounces it as a heresy. ; Those teachers who originally relied on teaching minuet and other court dances for a living regarded the waltz as a thorn in their side.
However, the historical process is still irreversible. The waltz is easy to learn and the free market does not require a teacher at all. It can often be learned by just watching for a while. The dance spreads rapidly among civilians.
As a result, for a long time, the waltz was accused of being a vulgar, evil, and ugly dance, just like the beginning of the birth of rock, rap, and other music.
That’s why Scarlett said this sentence just now——
She also understands this history, so she can complete the conversation with Anson.
Anson understood immediately and protracted the ending meaningfully, "Well...me too, who can refuse a waltz?"
A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.
Then——
"Found it!"
The work in Anson's hands did not slow down. He held up a yellowed parchment scroll and looked at Scarlett with bright eyes.
"How about it, do you want to try it? Although it is not as pleasant and moving as the waltz, Mr. Tchaikovsky also has his charm."
Scarlett smiled. got up.
Anson stood up with the scroll and sat down in front of the piano in the room——
It is not a luxurious and shiny piano in the impression. Instead, it is full of traces of history. Even if it is properly maintained, you can still see the spots left by wind and frost.
Anson looked at it carefully and expressed surprise, "This is an automatic piano!"
In the 1980s, with the rapid development and maturity of electronic technology, integrated circuits and It becomes possible for CPU to control the automatic piano playing device.
Of course, real professionals disdain such untechnical things; but for amateurs, it is very fresh.
This also explains the score in Jeff’s room——
The producer probably doesn't know how to play the piano, but the player piano is different.
Anson turned his head and looked over, and then saw Scarlett squatting down next to the mess, flipping through the books he had just found. When he heard the sound, Scarlett raised her head and looked over, Anson raised his eyebrows, "I haven't tried the automatic piano yet. Everyone can play it."
Scarlett, "Is it okay even if you don't have any foundation?"
Anson spread out Hands, "You can do it without any foundation."
Anson had heard about the principles of the automatic piano, but this was the first time he saw a real automatic piano. He studied it with curiosity for a while, That's how I figured out the way.
Aha!
With an exclamation, you can hear the key sounds of the automatic piano with a little electronic sonorous power, with a mechanical flavor——
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang , bang bang bang bang bang.
Professionals can detect the coldness and stiffness in the performance as soon as they hear it, but aside from this, Anson just feels magical and fresh.
The voice became cheerful, "Here, right here, this should be the crazy part!"
Tchaikovsky's "Pathétique Symphony" is a masterpiece. It aims to describe the horror, despair, failure, destruction, etc. of life. It is full of pessimism and denies all affirmations and the optimism and positivity of enjoying life.
In the melody, Tchaikovsky deliberately described the scene of people busy and running for life, but he revealed an eternal truth:
Death is absolute and inevitable, And all the joys in life are fleeting. The emotions displayed by Tchaikovsky actually reflect the general state of repression in the late Tsarist Russia.
What is even sadder is that just six days after completing the creation of the "Pathétique Symphony", Tchaikovsky was infected with cholera and passed away.
As a result, this piece of music has long become his swan elegy.
However, the third movement is an exception. It is a scherzo, a lively Allegro, which reflects the scene of people running around and active life. People think that this movement embodies Tchaikovsky’s memories and is different from the first two The theme of the movement contrasts.
This is why Anson was just looking for the third movement.
That kind of madness, with a kind of burning and blooming wantonness, presents different temperaments and postures, which is similar to tonight's alcohol and party.
Scarlett raised her head and watched Anson sitting in front of the piano like a god of wine, shaking uninhibitedly and crazily. His neat hair slowly became messy, and there was a kind of publicity and wildness that made people feel Can't look away.
When Scarlett came back to her senses, she was already standing next to the piano, looking at Anson's hands flying above the black and white keys. Although it was an automatic piano, it could adjust its performance according to the player's status——
Of course, the adjustment is also mechanical, just like a computer.
Anson's unrestrained and unrestrained style makes Tchaikovsky's movements colorful and fascinating.
Scarlett then realized that she was too close to the piano. The emotions and colors of the melody were pouring out like a rainstorm, and her heart could not help but tremble slightly. She should keep some distance to enjoy the performance.
But even after realizing this, his steps were still standing there like nails.
Until the song is played.
Scarlett couldn't help but feel excited, "Play it again."
Anson had already stood up and stretched, "No, you can't play it again, this is For a complete movement, you must finish it in one breath, feel the flow of the melody at your fingertips, and feel the jump of emotions in the notes. When everything is over, it is over and there is no turning back."
Standing by the coffee table, Anson. He looked at the fruit basket, grabbed an apple and took a big bite.
Then Anson noticed the tome in Scarlett's hand and tilted his head to look at it, "Oh, Sophocles."
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Scarlett raised the book and glanced at the cover, with a slightly reserved expression, "Oh, I just picked it up casually. In fact, I have no idea at all. Why don't you give me some tips?"
Just if you don't know. Saying you don't know, there's no need to pretend you don't understand and you'll make a joke.
A smile appeared in Anson's eyes, "I don't understand either, I just know a little bit about it. He is an ancient Greek tragedy poet. I think there is a reason why ancient Greek tragedy can be famous throughout the ages, so I want to study it. Look."
"Unfortunately, my attention has already been attracted by these scores after just flipping through two pages."
I joked to myself, letting the air relax.
Scarlett looked at the book in her hand and then at the piano.
In fact, she had nothing to do with the piano, and she didn't even dare to approach it, with a sense of awe, but at this time, she couldn't help but feel curious.
Unable to help herself, Scarlett took steps forward.
As soon as she turned around, Scarlett saw the encouraging look in Anson's eyes, and their eyes met.
Third update.
(End of this chapter)