Chapter 861: Poetry and Song
Hohohoho!
Ahhhh!
The whole place was boiling.
Pauline looked at Camilla with a little surprise in her eyes, "Aha, this handsome guy obviously knows how to control the atmosphere."
Camila’s face was also full of joy, “It’s also a surprise for me.”
The performance starts as soon as it starts——
Originally, this is a street performance, and there is no opening time. There is no end time; it is held in a public space, you can join and leave at any time, come and go as you please.
Everything is in an "exposed" state.
Not only do you have to face noise interference, emergencies, etc., audiences join and leave all the time, giving feedback in the most direct and cruel way.
But at the same time, it is precisely because of this that performances can return to their original, simplest and most basic state and accept tests and evaluations from strangers.
The scene in front of me was abnormal -
In this scene, there were three floors inside and three floors outside. There were huge crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, crowded in the corner, and the east-west street was completely blocked.
The crowd that has been gathering one after another has quietly exceeded a thousand people, and they are still stacking up like waves.
It can no longer be called a street performance, it is more like a small guerrilla concert.
Therefore, Anson's joke just now is not strictly a joke. Because the roads are blocked, the traffic here should soon come to a standstill. It will be a matter of time before the traffic police come to maintain order. No one knows how long the band's performance can continue. It could be interrupted by the police at any time.
No time for small talk and banter, it’s time to get down to business -
Music.
That's the only thing that matters.
Turning his head, Anson looked at the other three people. Their eyes crisscrossed and collided in the air. They were all eager to try and their blood was boiling. Their eyes were shining with bright light, and they could feel the pounding heartbeat without the need for words. .
Because of the grand occasion in front of them, and because they seemed to have found the happiness of music again yesterday, they can't wait to return to the world of music now.
"Lily?"
"OK."
"Connor?"
"Ho ho ho, can't wait."
"Miles?"
"Ready."
A. One more. Anson confirmed one by one, and the eyes of the three teammates also crossed each other, and finally fell on Anson, which turned into excitement.
Then.
Anson held the guitar, his fingertips flying lightly and nimbly over the guitar strings——
Vibrant, cheerful, clear.
It was not loud, even slightly weak. It started without warning and was completely submerged in the noisy din of the audience.
I can’t hear you clearly at all!
However, Anson didn't mind. He stared at the strings with gentle and focused eyes, as if the whole world had quieted down and there were only the four members of the August 31st band.
Everything else is dust.
Miso, miso, bright string sounds, flying up and down in the golden sunshine of Paris in the afternoon. Miraculously, it seems that you can see the traces of rays of sunlight, and the trajectories of transparent notes flying high, criss-crossing, Weaving into a grand blueprint, it is slowly unfolding.
Those noises, those noises, quietly evolved into dust, sparsely settling in the golden halo.
The eyes are gathering bit by bit like this.
One eight beat, two eight beats.
Anson turned to look at Miles——
Miles did not use a bow, but just used his fingers, as if playing a large backlog, skillfully plucked the strings, and the low and mellow string sounds padded into the melody, making Anson's guitar string sounds float gently, becoming clearer and lighter. . Next, is Connor.
Finally, there is Lily.
Light, dexterous, and even a little careful, the melody is not fully played, but the simplest four-beat melody is repeated over and over again; but as the instruments are added one by one, the layers and framework gradually As it becomes richer and fuller, the slowly unfolding picture also becomes grander.
The heartbeat began to speed up bit by bit.
Magical, amazing, amazing -
It is just a melody, but it blends the charm of the instrument, pouring emotional power into the performance, and relying on the notes to awaken resonance.
Like a symphony orchestra.
In the contemporary music market, no band has dared to try this for a long time. To truly return music to music and let the band find the characteristics of the band, not relying on appearance or fancy, but truly showing The charm of the band uses instruments and singing to create a new charm.
Pauline's eyes were full of surprise, she couldn't believe her ears, she looked at Camilla with jaws dropped: Is this a band?
Camilla showed a proud smile and puffed out her chest slightly. Her expression clearly said: Praise me, praise me quickly, please praise me hard and vigorously.
"Well, uh uh uh... uh uh uh..."
Anson's singing voice flowed from the microphone, not loud, just humming softly.
However, the clear voice slightly reveals a bit of vicissitudes and sadness, which makes the music richer.
Then, someone finally moved, no longer playing simple chords, no longer playing lightly, but really letting go and picking up the main melody——
Myers.
It’s actually Miles.
Pauline's eyes almost fell out and she choked on her own saliva. She never thought that the cello would be the core of the whole performance?
But if you think about it seriously, the cello appearing on the streets and the cello appearing in the band is magical enough in itself; now that the cello sets the tone of the band, what is there to make a fuss about?
Pauline finally knew what was going on with Camilla’s mysterious smile just now.
Pauline had no time to communicate with Camilla. She took a breath and stared at Miles intently, as if the cello could turn into a flower.
Mind, little by little immersion.
Melodious, rich, majestic, so gentle and so majestic, Miles’ mind was united, and the bow in his hand slowly started to pull on the strings.
At the same time, the guitar, bass, and keyboard all stopped playing, leaving Miles alone.
A cello.
Even in a symphony orchestra, this situation is rare, because the cello itself is a bass, which is difficult to arrange. As the main instrument, it is not easy to support the structure of the entire piece.
But the band in front of me did this, unbelievably and miraculously.
What’s even more amazing is that from arrangement to performance, the exciting melody actually awakens the passion in the body bit by bit. The beating of the heart is slowly accelerating, and a surge that cannot be accurately described in words is rising. , as if you can feel time and space slowing down in this small corner.
It is like a black hole, sucking the soul into it.
Anson's singing voice comes from the depths of the universe.
"The world was once dominated by me, and the giant waves were once surging because of my destiny. But now I show up alone at dawn, wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me." (Note 1)
Loneliness, bitterness, Vicissitudes of life, sadness.
The complex emotions collide and burn between the words, the golden notes jump sonorously between the syllables, so light yet so heavy, so indifferent yet so free and unrestrained, the domineering and majestic in the gestures, catharsis in an understatement Then, in an instant, in the depths of everyone's minds in front of them -
set off a stormy sea.
The minimalist sentences are like poetry and song, but they vividly display the weight of history and the vicissitudes of time.
In the city of Paris and the land of France, the power of music drags the audience through time and space, and the vast history flows rapidly before their eyes.
No one is an exception. No one.
(End of this chapter)