Miss Bach's Crab Canon

It's a pity that no one else has commented, and the band is undoubtedly newly formed by strangers, so it doesn't have the kind of preconceived impression that can make Amethyst-but that's good.

She put on her headphones, started listening, and eagerly followed the PV content.

1 minute and 30 seconds in length - an overture?

Ok?

The picture quality is not very high, it looks like it was taken by a mobile phone, and the music...is very soft and pleasant.

"and many more!?"

She discovered that the picture was a special effect!

The bed is empty, but it shows a physical feedback of "someone is asleep".The quilt hanging in the air, the sunken pillow...all of this was so natural that she didn't even realize it was made by special effects at the first moment.

So delicate, so thoughtful, and deliberately used mobile phones and shaking lenses to express the delicate sense of life...

Just when she was surprised, the guitar in the music surprised her even more.This thick smell of cheap plastic...but the tone is extremely unique, as if imitating the old electric guitar that is about to be scrapped...

It is full of graininess, as if it is about to collapse at any time, but it can show the delicate feeling between the lines of the phrase...

The playing skills are very good and very skilled, and the notes are interpreted clearly and coherently. It can be heard that he is an expert, which proves that the other party has deliberately chosen this tone.

Coupled with this wonderful and interesting PV content...

Some people are sleeping in the picture, but no one.

The short 1 minute and 30 seconds ended, the PV also ended abruptly in an expected way, and the quality of the music was even more intriguing.Obviously it feels very powerful, but it is confused by the ubiquitous and deliberately created sense of cheapness.

After watching it several times and listening to it several times——

Amethyst opened the document, endured the weirdness in his heart, and began to write something for it.

——"It's hard to imagine, under what conditions and under what kind of conception, this newly formed avant-garde rock band created this performance that is obviously a prelude..."

……

When Gao Yiyu was panting and pushed the cart to the abandoned factory - they scared away the squirrels that were looking for food here.

It didn't care about looking for something to eat, and threw the snakeberry in its hand casually, then stretched its curly and long tail, and galloped back to a safe place on all fours.

Around the factory, several old pine trees are connected to the gradually forming vegetation nearby, and you can feel the natural atmosphere pulsating from them—now it is the platform for Gao Yiyu to park his bicycle.

Joannis wanted to pick up the food that the squirrel had dropped—

"Don't pick up things and eat them!"

"No! I...I want to pick it up and give it to it."

"Don't scare the little squirrel to death! Stop playing, come and help me."

The two of them picked up big bags and small bags, each carrying a musical instrument, and began to look for a suitable place.

When they left, the dexterous sparrow flew from the other side and picked up the plump snakeberry.The squirrel who had just climbed halfway slowed down a step. After a second thought, he let go of his hatred for humans and sparrows, and decided to go to the nearby ant nest to improve the food and have some meat.

Then--

They hear music.

From the roof of a nearby factory building.

They found their way up and set up their instruments.Gao Yiyu taught the undead who wanted to embrace the new era, and told her that the No. [-] battery is the food for the synthesizer keyboard.

When Joannis played impromptu scales, Gao Yiyu also sat on the edge of the roof, leaning on the baroque guitar, looking out at the world.

There is a tube building with a small cafe, a street without human habitation and car traces, surroundings engulfed by vegetation, probably an old well and the rust-filled last century—the view is very good, unconsciously, Gao Yiyu is playing the strings, Play a riff on it all with an older sound.

When the guitar sounds are played one after another, blending into the wind, the sound of the piano is quietly in tune with it.

"I'm always worried that someone upstairs will stomp their feet—" Ioannis played the black and white keys, while joking with the beat, "but we only have the sky above us, which is what I'm familiar with."

"That's why we're here."

After strumming, Gao Yiyu left the ensemble in a natural way, temporarily put down the instrument, and unzipped the schoolbag next to him.

They have been waiting a long time.

"Come."

The stone mortar flew out in response, and landed gently nearby - unlike the musty cabinet, it also liked such a place.As a member of the rhythm department, it has learned a lot from Miaomiao's seniors recently, and even understands 44 beats and 42 beats.

However, it has no resonance box, so the sound is very small.

Gotta make it louder.

Therefore, Gao Yiyu took out the stainless steel steaming sheet - from the steamer.This light and thin thing full of holes is obviously a percussion instrument, and it is very cheap, but it can produce a sound similar to that of a cymbal...

……

ps

(I haven’t slept well these two days, so it’s a bit difficult to write… I’m sorry for being late, I’ll try to sleep better and write more tomorrow…

There is also a chapter to push! )

041 The Stairway to the Secret Base

Gao Yiyu is tuning a baroque guitar before starting preparations for the second piece.

I have to say that this old handmade musical instrument is too delicate.

As long as you play for a long time, the strings made of sheep intestines will soon lose their stability, either out of tune, or feel weird.In this case, you have to make fine adjustments on the tuning column.

But the problem of weird hand feel is still a big problem so far.

Of course, Gao Yiyu had consulted the experts at that time on this question, but the answer given by the expert lady was as follows——

"If you feel jerky, it's common sense to grind the intestines with horse hair."

So from then on, Gao Yiyu, who couldn't find horse hair, used his own horse tail hair to polish it, and it shouldn't be much different... At least literally.

After tuning the guitar, Gao Yiyu grabbed his ponytail as usual and rubbed it on the strings... I have to say, it was really useless.And just in time, she saw a petite shadow poking her head to the left of her position.

"Joannis, come." Gao Yiyu thought of something worth trying.

"Huh? What? Are you going to discuss the arrangement?"

"I want to try racial differences..."

"...What do you mean? Forgive me for not understanding... If we don't discuss the arrangement, then I'll go make some coffee first?"

Gao Yiyu patted his side and motioned for Joannis to come and sit down—but the latter shook her head frantically.

After all, this was the edge of the roof of a two-story abandoned factory building, and Gao Yiyu was sitting there with his legs crossed, letting his feet face down and far away from the ground.

But Joannis did not refuse the invitation to "sit next to her", and carefully walked nearby, and then sat a little distance behind Gao Yiyu.

"It's okay." Gao Yiyu pulled back and grabbed a strand of her long hair.

The light golden silk thread lay in Gao Yiyu's palm, half of it melted in the sun, and half of it was hidden in the shadow.

Looking at these, Gao Yiyu finally gave up the idea of ​​grinding strings with them, because it was too wasteful.Instead, she raised her hand, letting the blond hair slide away, and returned to Joannis.

The person involved was confused, was his hair scratched?Could it be that the oriental brunette is mocking the dull hair?But Gao Yiyu is not this kind of person, is he?

"Is this some kind of greeting etiquette?" So Joannis understood it that way.

"It is."

Joannes, with a knowing look on her face, did the same to her ponytail.But as soon as he held the black hair, "Crack." He was startled by the static electricity.

Gao Yiyu laughed: "The things just now are the computer, the electric guitar, and the food for your musical instrument." Although she knew that this would bring countless confusions to Joannis——it was not bad.

Gazing at the soft clouds and the blue sky, with the confused ghost behind him, Gao Yiyu played a short piece comfortably.

"Okay, let's get to work."

"Well—wait a minute, let me make some coffee..."

Gao Yiyu's playing stopped abruptly: "Oh, why do you like this thing so much... Why do you want to make coffee in the wild after running out... Don't you think it's troublesome?"

Joannis untied the bag she brought, and took out the bottles and jars inside.There are two new cups bought from Wal-Mart, hand grinders, silver bottles for coffee, and measuring cups for making coffee-and Nongfu Spring I don’t know where I got it.

"Because I only have these two things." She handed the cup that belonged to Gao Yiyu to his hand, "Music and coffee, these are all that make up my life...and all I can give you, thank you for giving me into this era."

She grabbed the coffee by the handful and carefully poured it into the grinder. The hard beans made a pleasant crashing sound and gave off a fragrance...but they were quickly taken away by the wind.

"I hope you don't dislike them."

Liberating the little flame from his pocket, Gao Yiyu infused it with magic power, and said, "Then have a small cup, and then start the second song energetically... just don't be too bitter."

……

They deliberately visited this abandoned factory, not just for impromptu concerts or a picnic and coffee party.

Instead, I was preparing for the second piece.

Holding the cup, gulping down the bitter coffee, Gao Yiyu arranged the things he needed.

Synthesizer keyboard - she has prepared enough AA batteries, and the keyboard player is of course happy to be in place. It's a good thing she can drink that kind of muddy water in three gulps...

But her joy is like the sun, because it is the first time since she came to modern times that she can play music so freely.

At the same time, the two rhythm parts assigned by Gao Yiyu, drummer No. [-] Meow Meow and No. [-] Shijiu, were also ready.

Meow Meow is mainly responsible for guiding its juniors. After all, as a flame, Meow Meow needs to boil water and use steam to play by itself, which is very inconvenient.In order to enrich the timbre of percussion music, apart from Shijiu himself, Gao Yiyu also prepared three things: instant noodle bucket, stainless steel steamed sheet, and school bag.

The instant noodle bucket can make a dull sound.

Steamed slices act as cymbals.

The empty schoolbag is full of air, and it can make a loud muffled sound when it is slapped.

It has to be said that the existence of these instruments has greatly increased the choice of timbres and enriched the choice of arrangement.

Gao Yiyu himself has a blues harmonica and a baroque guitar, both of which are also very useful - the former was bought for 200 yuan on Taobao, and the latter came from Mao in the [-]th century.

In this way, the band members and instruments are all in place.

Although it was blown by the wind, Gao Yiyu was holding a stack of papers in his hand, which was "Canon in C Major I Can't Sleep" written by Joannis who drank coffee and couldn't sleep that night.No matter how you look at it objectively, it can be called extremely brilliant, and it is difficult for Gao Yiyu not to use it as the score of the next track.

As for the fact that they came here on purpose, it was to negotiate the arrangement.

The music score is very complicated, and the arrangement must use many instruments. If you tinker with it at home, the upstairs neighbor will definitely come to the door with a kitchen knife.There is no other way but to bring instruments and musicians together to visit such a clean and undisturbed place.

That's not bad either.

"At the beginning, pay attention to the connection with the prelude, it's best not to be too abrupt... So Joannis, how about you tune a celesta or something to create a gorgeous and attractive prelude? After all, your melody is beautiful , the timbre of the celesta is very fragmented and beautiful.”

"Well, it's still played softly, and then it gradually becomes normal... After the transition, you can play freely?"

"That's the reason. Our arrangements can refer to other bands. After all, they also refer to others and then add their own understanding... Music production is nothing less than this principle."

However, there is one issue that cannot be referenced-money.

No matter how poor other bands are, as long as they can produce records, they at least have the basic recording conditions and rich instruments.But Gao Yiyu and the others are still struggling in this area...they don't even have a recording studio.

The two of them seem to be students who are checking the answers and analyzing the questions after the exam, analyzing the staves one after another inside and out, discussing what instruments and timbres should be used to express them.

There are still many places in it, which Joannis thought were not very good during the review process, and planned to change the places-although after some discussion, it was found that the original ones were good.

Gao Yiyu played the guitar from time to time, and let the stone mortar beat the stainless steel steaming sheet, and let Joannis pack the schoolbag.Sometimes, it was Joannis who played the melody like flowing water on the keyboard, while Gao Yiyu and Miaomiao were busy with their own work, offering her the support to set off.

……

After an hour of discussion, they paused slightly tired.

The score was long, and Joannes had written several pages overnight, but now it was tormenting.

After in-depth discussion, Gao Yiyu found that this was a 23-minute long piece, with about three components and three movements.

This is not a problem.

A 23-minute piece is not uncommon, but quite common.

At least in avant-garde rock, long songs of 10 minutes abound. People don't limit themselves to short lengths, but write freely according to their creative needs.Sometimes it will be an intermezzo of tens of seconds, sometimes it will be such a long suite, whatever is fine.

However, as the discussion progressed, Gao Yiyu always felt that this "Canon in C Major I Can't Sleep and Wrote Randomly" had a familiar smell...but it was very well hidden and hard to find.

Joannis probably borrowed its shell from a tune she had heard, and then completely deconstructed it into something new of her own...

"Joannis, it takes 23 minutes... Which song did you borrow from for the structure of this song?"

"...Huh, is the trace of borrowing too heavy? I just borrowed its musical structure. However, this is another matter from my excessive borrowing of Vivaldi in the early stage of creation...It's just that I like Vivaldi too much music..."

As she spoke, she covered the instrument with her jacket, worrying that direct sunlight would affect the precious instrument.