world number one pianist

Chapter 308 The Crucial Key!
The two quickly came to the Imperial Hotel. Barenboim walked to the front desk. Before he could speak, a staff member hurried forward, bowed slightly to them, and led the two to the restaurant of the hotel.

This is the treatment of the world's top pianist. Before he even spoke, the service staff already knew him.

After the two came to the restaurant, Barenboim picked up the menu and glanced at it, then handed the menu to the staff next to him and said casually.

"Mine is the same as before, give this gentleman a Wiener Schnitzel."

"Ok!"

The staff nodded without any surprise, took the menu away, poured two glasses of aperitifs for He Shen and Barenboim, and left first.

Looking at the back of the staff leaving, Barenboim could not help but smile slightly, raised the aperitif in his hand, took a sip, and said to He Shen.

"He, I have listened to your performance, but I have not heard your interpretation as a whole. I heard from my friend, who is a music reviewer in the CBB classical music magazine, that one of your works In fact, the one-handed work is not particularly amazing, but your overall work is very amazing, isn't it?"

He Shen nodded. Facing Barenboim, he didn't have any feeling that he was inferior to him. He just nodded slightly, took a sip of the aperitif, and said slowly: "Yes."

"My Beethoven sonatas, what I want to show is an overall form, observe Beethoven's music from Beethoven's perspective, take a growth line of Beethoven as my own direction, and pay attention to the quality of tone. Processing, division of overall emotion."

Barenboim nodded thoughtfully, reached out to pick up the cigar cutter that was set aside, and cut open the cigar in his hand.

Lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke casually.

"Growing music as a whole? Interesting idea!"

"Your idea is very interesting. I have listened to your music, especially your Beethoven Pastoral Sonata and Beethoven Dawn Sonata. I can clearly feel the relationship between these two works."

"You used a small comparison between the two, and you paid special attention to the common parts of the two, and showed a sense of evolution when you made the different parts of the two."

"This feeling is very strange!"

"Because in your works, the music hints in certain places are particularly sufficient. I like this kind of music hints very much."

"but……"

But, the latter words are generally not particularly good words.

Barenboim looked at He Shen, locked his eyes tightly on him, took another deep breath on the cigar in his mouth, and let out the disgust in his mouth casually.

The smoke condensed in the air, and then slowly drifted away, but did not drift towards He Shen.

Obviously, Barenboim deliberately avoided He Shen to prevent He Shen from disliking the smell of cigarettes.

He looked at He Shen and continued to speak.

"But I think your playing is still a little rough!"

"Obviously you can sit better, you should be able to reach a higher level, perfect, without any trace of flaws, but you didn't..."

"I don't know if you don't like that perfect feeling, or you think it's unnecessary. When I listen to your music, I always feel that something is missing..."

"Of course, I know that the most important thing in your music is the interpretation of the whole, and you pay great attention to the expression of the music as a whole, but in your music, the details are still missing a tiny bit."

"It's just such a slight difference, which makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"It's hard for me to come to you the first time, and I want to tell you about it!"

"I feel that there is no harmony in your music!"

After all, Barenboim put down the cigar in his hand, sandwiched the cigar between his fingers, leaned back on the chair, looked at He Shen, and waited for He Shen's response.

He has already told He Shen that there is no concept of harmony in He Shen's music, and now it depends on He Shen's feeling about music.

Because there is no concept of harmony, it may be a blur deliberately made by others, deliberately making the concept of harmony blurred, closer to the direction of the overall story.

It is easier for the audience to feel that this is Beethoven telling his own story, rather than a musical work.

He Shen didn't answer immediately, but looked at Barenboim, touched his chin, and thought slowly.

Why did Barenboim say that there is no concept of harmony in his music?
When I am playing music, what I pay most attention to is harmony!
Music begins with harmony and ends with harmony.

Whether it is music in the early harmony, or music outside the harmony in the later period.

All of these musics have a concept of harmony.

Why, Barenboim said, there is no harmony in his music?

This statement is very strange.

It is not a statement that would be said under normal circumstances.

He Shen hesitated for a moment, looked at Barenboim, and said slowly, "Baron..."

"Daniel, just call me Daniel!" Barenboim stretched out his hand, rejected He Shen's address, and motioned for him to call his name.

He Shen naturally did not refuse, and after reorganizing the language, he spoke again.

"Daniel, I didn't understand what you meant, why do you think there is no concept of harmony in my music?"

"Then what do you think is a concept of harmony? Or, what is harmony?"

When Barenboim heard this, there was no strange expression on his face.

He is trying to guide He Shen.

He still likes most of He Shen's interpretations in music, so as a veteran pianist who has played Beethoven for decades, he is not stingy with teaching He Shen about music.

He Shen looked at Barenboim, thought for a while, and said hesitantly.

"I think it should be similar to the progression of chords. The feeling I need to play the harmony should be the feeling that the playing harmony must have when it advances."

"For example, from the beginning to the half end, from the half end back to the original position, and then from the original position to the full end, this is my idea of ​​harmony."

"The feeling of harmony runs through the music as a whole, every place has a little bit, the sense of harmony!"

"This feeling is very important. I also attach great importance to the feeling of harmony in music. I don't know what you mean..."

Barenboim looked at He Shen without saying a word, he just looked at He Shen with a trace of surprise and hesitation in his eyes.

Then, there is thinking.

He was immersed in thinking and couldn't extricate himself.

The two fell silent for a while.

Just when He Shen was debating whether to speak directly to Barenboim to explain the harmony in his music, the staff on the side came over.

He handed He Shen a fried pork cutlet, and Barenboim an appetizer, salad, and steak.

"Mr. Barenboim, your steak is ready, and this gentleman, your Wiener Schnitzel is ready, please take it easy."

"Come on, try your Wiener Schnitzel, it tastes good, I will recommend this dish to everyone who comes to Vienna for the first time!" Barenboim suddenly smiled and gave up temporarily to continue Thinking, but pointing to the tonkatsu road on He Shen's plate.

After all, he didn't wait much to move the knife and fork, he cut a piece of steak on his plate first, and started to chew.

After He Shen watched Barenboim start, he also looked at the tonkatsu in front of him.

Vienna pork chops are very similar to domestic chicken chops. This pork chop is made by pounding the pork hard to form a thin layer of meat paper.

The overall taste is strong and not too soft.

After the fight, it is the traditional method of Huaguo.

Coat with egg liquid, wrap in bread crumbs, and fry in a frying pan.

The kids next door are crying!

And this is the main method of Vienna Schnitzel.

After He Shen tried a few times, he couldn't help but nodded.

The overall texture of the tonkatsu is smooth, and the crust is crispy without looking bad.

There is also very little oily feeling, a bit similar to the feeling of tempura, not too oily.

Especially when paired with a glass of aperitif, the taste is simply amazing.

The two of them ate quietly. At the end of the meal, Barenboim spoke again.

He looked up at He Shen, and said in a very serious tone.

"He Shen, after thinking about it for a long time, I realized that the harmony you understand is not the same as the harmony I thought of!"

"The harmony I think of is the harmony of an orchestra! It is the sense of harmony in the entire concert hall, and the harmony you think of is mostly the sense of harmony brought by the music itself."

"The two are not the same thing."

"What I want to show is that the piano exists as an orchestra, not as a single instrument!"

"My previous statement was not particularly accurate. I think what you lack should be a sense of orchestra!"

"That one, using the piano as an orchestra and showing it in front of everyone, the sense of an orchestra!"

"You don't have this feeling!"

"Of course, if you are willing to learn, then I will teach you!"

After finishing speaking, Barenboim quickly cleaned up the dishes on the plate, got up and went to keep accounts.

After finishing the accounting, he returned to his seat, looked at He Shen, and said in a very serious tone.

"Do you want to learn? After dinner tonight, just digest it!"

"it is good!"

Without any hesitation, He Shen put down the knife and fork, got up directly, and walked downstairs with Barenboim.

The two followed the special car and returned to the Golden Hall in Vienna. The concert hall has not been closed yet, and there are still some staff members inside who are doing final cleaning.

After Barenboim greeted the staff, he took He Shen to the backstage of the concert hall.

In the lounge, there is a small grand piano for the warm hands of the next performers.

The piano used on the stage has been pushed back, and the door of the concert hall has also been locked.

Even if Barenboim is a top musician, it is not easy to force the door open.

But no matter what, the grand piano is enough for He Shen!
Even if it's just one, the overall tone is only standard, and the tone is relatively ordinary for practice pianos.

Barenboim sat down directly on the piano without any hesitation.

Without any pretense or preparation, he slowly pressed the keyboard in his hand.

when……

when……

when……

This is still Beethoven's pastoral, this pastoral sonata that He Shen has played countless times.

Barenboim played it again.

The overall feeling is completely different from that of He Shen, but I can't tell which side is different.

It just feels like the two play completely different styles.

Barenboim didn't play all of them directly, but stopped when he reached thirty or forty bars, looked at He Shen, looked at him very seriously, and asked him.

"Do you understand? The difference between me and you?"

"..."

He Shen was silent and did not answer.

He felt different, but he was still a little confused about what was different.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what Barenboim said before, the feeling of the band.

The feeling of this band made He Shen grasp something instantly, and grasped a very important feature in Beethoven's sonatas.

This feature, a feature he hadn't shown at all before.

He Shen couldn't help closing his eyes, thinking about Barenboim's music.

Barenboim looked at He Shen and closed his eyes, and didn't feel strange, just said casually.

"Where does music come from, where does it go, how should the sound of music be expressed, the logic inside music, and the relationship between music and philosophy."

"Music itself is not a simple sound, the logic and philosophy that the music itself has to show is very strong."

"Why does this music start from this place, and why does it return to that place."

"How expressive the music should be in the band."

"These, you should think about it, you should think about it, why do I play like this?"

"I used to be a conductor before, no, I am also a conductor of a conductor now, the more I am a conductor, the more I feel that the piano is the same as the orchestra before!"

"The sonata and symphony also have a very strong relationship!"

"So I want you to think about that."

"It's very important to be able to think for yourself!"

After Barenboim finished speaking, he stopped talking.

He Shen just continued to think.

After about a few minutes, He Shen slowly raised his head, looked at Barenboim, and spoke very seriously.

"Can I try?"

"Of course! No problem!" Barenboim stepped aside.

He Shen sat on the piano and put his hands on the piano as Barenboim said before.

First of all, if the beginning of the bass, this D, if it is placed in the band, what should it be?
Heavy, smooth, guaranteed rhythm.

There are two possibilities, one is timpani, performed in the form of timpani.

Another possibility is the double bass.

Or……

Two in one?

He Shen thought for a moment, then pressed his hand slowly.

thump...

thump...

thump...

The sound flowed out from the piano, and a feeling that was completely different from He Shen's previous tone came out in an instant.

Obviously they all have the same sound, but when He Shen consciously imitated the band, the feeling of music is no longer a single piano.

But a band!
Bass drum, and double bass pull slowly.

Then, the first violin, and the timbre of the second violin, are inserted into it.

The main theme appears!
After two repetitions.

He Shen raised his hand, but did not continue to play.

He is thinking, how to interpret after thinking.

Is it possible……

He Shen's gaze changed slightly, he thought for a moment, then raised his hand again and placed it on the piano.

hum...

This timbre is no longer the timbre of the violin, nor is it the timbre of any string.

In this place, the timbre given by He Shen to the high-pitched part of the piano is the timbre of a flute!

The flute is melodious, followed by the sounds of the clarinet, oboe, and bassoon, presenting a posture of four-part harmony, entering it.

For the second repetition, He Shen changed the timbre again.

Changed to trumpet, trombone, French horn...

He Shen looked at the piano in front of him, and couldn't help opening his eyes slightly.

The feeling has changed!

The feel of the music has changed!
He Shen felt that he was no longer playing a piano, but controlling a band!
He is the conductor of the band, controlling the progress of the music as a whole.

This feeling is very comfortable!
Everything is under his control.

He Shen suddenly looked at Barenboim beside him, looking at him with disbelief in his eyes.

The feeling of this music, I have been playing it for so long, and I have not sat down.

Just being casually clicked by Barenboim a few times, he has enhanced his music so much?

Barenboim also looked at He Shen in surprise, he had never thought that He Shen had such a strong understanding of music.

I just talked to He Shen casually, and didn't even say what part of the band this place should correspond to, so he sat there by himself!
And, it doesn't feel bad to do it, it even feels very good!

Except that there may be a little bit of detail missing in the music.

Details about the band.

But this detail must be a detail that only those orchestra conductors can notice.

After all, their ears are much better than those who only play the piano.

They pay special attention to the sense of balance in the orchestra itself.

Therefore, Barenboim immediately spoke without any hesitation.

"A little bit more, the flute you showed, this instrument occupies a little bit more weight in the music, this weight is too much, it makes people feel a little bit abrupt, and it has nothing to do with the atmosphere of the wind band Doesn't match!"

He Shen played it again: "So?"

Barenboim shook his head: "The horn behind you, the timbre displayed by your horn, is not perfect and mellow. You may need to listen to a little more symphony to enhance your perception of music."

He Shen: "So?"

Barenboim: "Not so close, look at this place..."

After the two experimented a few more times, Barenboim nodded in satisfaction,

"It's getting late, so be it!"

"This is just your first attempt. What you can do in the future depends on your personal thoughts."

"If you can practice like this as a whole, I think you can re-record a new version of the recording."

"Go back to the recording studio and take a good rest for your previous recording."

"I think you can do better!"

"You deserve better grades too!"

After all, Barenboim patted He Shen on the shoulder with a smile, ready to leave.

Suddenly, he thought of something, turned around and returned to He Shen's side, handed a business card in his pocket to He Shen, and pretended not to care.

"I will have a concert tour next year, a Beethoven special concert, I will play Beethoven's sonata in the first half, and I can't find anyone in the second half of Beethoven's concerto. If you want, wait until you are free. , come and show me your interpretation of Beethoven's Fifth Piano Concerto, the Emperor!"

"I look forward to your giving me a better answer in the future!"

"If you can give me a better answer, then I will give you a more satisfactory result!"

"A result that satisfies all of us!"

After that, Barenboim turned and left with a smile. When he was leaving, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and made a joke at He Shen, and said with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to turn off the lights when you leave, the concert hall is about to close!"

After all, Barenboim disappeared from He Shen's sight.

As for He Shen, looking at the piano in front of him, his gaze gradually became extremely serious.

He had no special development in this direction before.

A single work has been stuck at the level of Lv10 and there is no way to improve it.

Now, he can clearly feel that his bottleneck is slowly loosening.

The route to perfection, he felt he had found.

What is perfection?Everything is perfect, it is called perfection!
I have lost too much of Beethoven's most important orchestral nature, and naturally there is no way to achieve perfection.

but now……

I found the most critical key by myself!
(End of this chapter)