Chapter 496 History is like poetry
The utility room is not very spacious, and it is even more cramped after the corners are filled with objects.
However.
Anson didn't mind. He sat calmly and calmly in front of the piano, with his shoulders open and his waist straight. His whole body naturally showed a sense of comfort. Even if it was only a space the size of a palm, he seemed to be able to see everything in front of him. Feel the grandeur and vastness of the universe.
Involuntarily, it became quiet.
My brain was completely empty, with no worries or thoughts. I put all my thoughts aside for the time being. I just stood there and quietly admired the scene, letting my head be filled with notes.
One by two, Lily, Connor and Miles all stood at the door of the utility room, quietly peeking through the small door frame at the performance in front of them, not daring to breathe for fear of the slightest movement. It might alarm Anson.
One thing to say, the performance is not perfect nor smooth -
Anson's piano skills are obviously not as good as those on the guitar. It can be seen that he is not proficient. The piano itself should need to be re-tuned. The sound is so complex that the melody flowing under the fingertips is often interrupted, and occasionally there are harsh deviations. The creative process is full of exploration and exploration.
But!
The scene in front of me has a sense of being watching a top performance rehearsal at Carnegie Hall. It quietly draws the audience into it and feels the temperature and color of the melody.
Myers was stunned, completely stunned, because of the shock and the impact——
He himself came from a classical symphony orchestra, and he knew nothing about arrangement and cooperation. When playing two kinds of instruments, the melody will inevitably be thin, and you will not be able to feel the three-dimensionality and layering of the song. This is an objective fact.
Because of this, it is difficult for street performers who only rely on one instrument to create a grand effect. A guitar or an electronic keyboard is often more suitable for a fresh and sad style.
Logically speaking, Anson’s performance at this moment should be the same.
However!
But Miles can feel the layers of emotions in the clear and bright keyboard sounds:
Sadness, bitterness, lamentation and loneliness, grandeur, majesty, calmness and heroism.
Different emotions are intricately intertwined, rushing into my heart and rippling on the tip of my tongue. Such a tender performance and such a graceful and light melody spill out a splendor deep in the soul.
Involuntarily, Miles could "see" Anson stepping onto the stage of the music festival, seeing the craziness of thousands of fans singing and dancing to the melody, and seeing the Carnegie Hall Symphony Orchestra perform. The magnificence, the brilliance of seeing Anson flying under the spotlight with open arms.
Then.
A star lights up in the dark night sky. The weak light is not enough to dispel the darkness. Seeing that the night is about to swallow the starlight again at any time, but the penetrating sound of the piano keys shudders. The stars in the depths of my mind spread out like a prairie fire.
Wow!
The night sky is like day, and the whole world is plunged into splendor and magnificence. The world is spinning and dazzling, and the heart breaks free from its constraints and starts to fly.
Everything happened in the small utility room in front of me. The tremors and shocks rushed from the soles of my feet to my head like electricity, bathing in the grandeur——
This is incredible.
Then, Anson hummed softly.
“Oh oh oh, oh oh; oh oh oh, oh oh.”
Sad but not sad, the bitterness slowly bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and the inspiration in Miles’ mind also bloomed along with it. , like fireworks.
He couldn't help but start to think about when the cello should choose to cut in, and how the bass drum and other instruments should play around the piano's different parts. Little by little, the fog and confusion all dissipated.
Lily looked at Anson, and Connor also looked at Anson -
A person, a piano.
That's all. Anson is wandering around the world humming the melody like a bard. The tender melody is very moving, but compared with "Wake Me Up" and "Hero", it seems to be much thinner. .
Is this normal?
Confusion just sprouted in my mind, and then I was dragged into the world of music again.
Anson spoke again, this time not humming, but complete lyrics. When the melody meets the lyrics, when the lyrics collide with the melody, a chemical reaction is born.
“The world was once dominated by me, and the huge waves were once surged by my destiny. But now I show up alone at dawn, wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me.
Mortal life and death have once been I am in charge, savoring the fear in my mortal enemy's pupils, and happily listening to the people singing and cheering: 'The previous king is dead! The new king will live forever!' At this moment, I hold the authority meridian in my hand, and suddenly I realize that the palace wall is as deep as the sea, and I suddenly realize my grand plan. , It’s just a mirage.” (Note 1)
Just a section.
However, the power bursting out of the plain lyrics is eye-catching. The magnificence of time, the weight of history, and the vicissitudes of life are condensed in it, and finally evolve into a kind of wanton and unrestrained, and the color of the music suddenly becomes brighter.
Anyone who likes music knows that having a unique voice is already a win at the starting line. Singers who use their voices to give music color can easily leave a deep impression.
But singers whose music itself has color are truly rare. They are picked once in a million, once in ten years. Even if the voice is not so outstanding, the music itself is his label. Such people can often be found in the long history. Leave a lasting impression.
From "Wake Me Up" to "Hero", Lily had such an idea but was not 100% sure. But in front of her, she was finally able to confirm her idea:
Anson, music has color. That kind of musician.
Notes are their character and edges, their labels and existence -
No one can copy them.
At this time, inspiration is constantly bursting out in their minds, and other things do not seem to be that important. This moment in front of them, a moment that belongs only to music, gives their lives meaning.
All these years of persistence and running, the unspoken stubbornness and pride, are all released at this moment, once again awakening the enthusiasm and excitement deep in the soul, and the seed called "dream" grows vigorously in a blink of an eye. .
“Listen to the bells of Jerusalem, the singing of the Roman cavalry resounding through the mountains and seas, serving as my mirror, sword and shield, my missionaries standing outside the borders. Just for some reasons I can’t let it go. Once When you leave here, there will be no more unfaithful words, and this is the era of my rule
The evil wind roared in, blowing away the heavy door and plunging me into a deep haze. The walls were broken, the ceremony was ruined, and the music was ruined. People in the world couldn't believe that I was no longer there. The rebel army is eagerly looking forward to the day when I will stand on the guillotine, just like a puppet string swinging lonely. Alas, who has ever longed for the worship of thousands of people (Who-Would-Ever-Want-To-Be-King)?
Listen to the sound of the Jerusalem bells, the singing of the Roman cavalry that resonates through the mountains and seas, serve as my mirror, sword and shield, and my missionaries stand outside the borders. Just for some reasons I can't let it go. Once you leave here, there will be no more harsh words. This is the era of my rule. ”
Involuntarily, my heart is surging and my blood is boiling.
Note 1: Long live life (Viva-la-vida——Coldplay)
(End of this chapter)
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