Thirteen Bass

The vast flat land in front of Schönbrunn Palace has been covered with a transparent professional sound-absorbing membrane roof, while the slightly undulating hillside behind the flat land is obviously a natural sound-gathering cover.

All three of them were dressed in formal attire and entered the arena along the unique flower wall passage of Schönbrunn Palace.

Bai Lang was in the middle of the first row, while Alex and Anthony were in the fourth row.

Anthony whistled: "It's really cool. Tickets for Schönbrunn Palace concerts have always been hard to find, and such a good seat is not available to ordinary people."

Bai Lang stuffed the ticket back into the envelope, looked down and saw the beautiful cursive signature, and couldn't help laughing: "The chief gave it to me."

Anthony squinted his eyes, obviously a little surprised: "Sean Chyi? You have a good relationship?"

Bai Lang instinctively wanted to deny it, but after thinking about it, he still said: "The chief has a good relationship with my teacher, so he takes extra care of me."

"Haven't you heard?" Alex squinted at Anthony, "Sean Chyi found a white platoon duo."

At this moment, even Anthony showed a look of envy as if Alex was possessed: "I heard Bruno say that there will be chamber music, and I thought it would be a string quartet. That's great...Bai, how old are you?" , you can play a duet with Sean Chyi."

Alex snorted coldly: "If you still have this attitude towards music, you won't have this opportunity if you practice for the rest of your life."

Anthony didn't care, and still smiled and hugged each other's shoulders: "Alex, my sweetheart. How can you sprinkle salt on my wounds. How about this, how about we arrange Eyeglass Duo when we go back? Zukerman and Amanda that Version?"

Alex's expression looked a little subtle.

Anthony: "Is this okay?"

Alex paused and said, "Just a sigh, you can find such a rare viola and cello duet in your brain full of naked women. Anthony, you have improved."

The sky gradually darkened, the conversation gradually died down, and the Vienna Philharmonic took its place on the stage.

Looking back from Bai Lang's position, he could see that the hills outside the arena were lit up by the afterglow of the setting sun, and people who had finished the day's activities gradually came from all directions, and gathered on the hills.

It is an annual feast in Vienna.

People dressed in evening gowns and suits sat casually on the grass.Their expressions are relaxed and happy at this moment.In Vienna, classical music is by no means something lofty and difficult to understand.

Bai Lang couldn't help but think of a serious and staid old professor at Juilliard. He raised his bow arrogantly and asked, what exactly is music?

Someone answered that music is faith.

He shook his head seriously and said, music is a language and only a language.No matter how pretentious the soul is, using music as the language, the confession will become reasonable and moving.

The theme of this year's Schönbrunn Palace concert is "Yearning for Distant Places" - yearning for distant places.

The setting sun is powerful, and the sky is still bright. The first theme of "Sicilian Vespers" sounds with the pink afterglow, evenly smearing every note.The brass pipes and strings are layered on top of each other, and the sad melody is euphemistically flowing, constantly sinking, and the complicated and heavy emotions can't be fulfilled, hitting the heart of every listener.

Until the second theme came to an abrupt end, the afterglow burned out at this moment, and all the lights of the Schönbrunn Palace were lit up, like fireworks blooming in the night, instantly illuminating the entire space with incomparable brilliance.

At this moment, Qi Sinian strode onto the stage, wrapped in a black tuxedo, making his back look straight and his legs slender.

Almost everyone held their breath, and the audience maintained a silent etiquette, but there was still a kind of enthusiasm and excitement spreading silently.

Bai Lang couldn't help but fix his gaze on his handsome face, and whispered in his heart, "This is too handsome."

It seems that Sean Chyi on the stage is not the same person as the Qi Sinian that Bai Lang knew.He stood still at the edge of the podium and bowed to the audience. He looked refined and noble, to the point of being unearthly.

Following Qi Sinian's movements, Bai Lang took a deep breath. Immediately afterwards, "Paganini Caprice No. 24" came in A minor, and the piano followed after a variation, with simple bass chords And, all the members of the band closed their voices collectively. Qi Sinian's proud and beautiful tone was like the first ray of sunrise, breaking through the death and sorrow of the first two themes, and bringing a shout: There is still a future!

The relaxed and joyful first theme of the violin ends, followed by eight super-difficult devil variations.Qi Sinian quickly played the bow with his right hand, and plucked the strings with his left hand at the high position, pulling out wonderful natural overtones, pushing everyone's minds to the high clouds.

Bai Lang's heart fluctuated up and down with the sound of the transparent piano, and he couldn't help but drift towards the southwest of Vienna.He seemed to see the dawn break, and the Alps in the distance turned into streamlines, embedded with morning light, rushing from the ridgeline.

——In the whole concert, the movement belonging to Qi Sinian took on the most important emotional transition: from tragic to hopeful.The theme "longing for the distance" gets the final sublimation in several codas spanning more than one octave for the violin.

Bai Lang knew that it might not be until tomorrow, and when tonight's performance ended, there would be overwhelming reports praising Sean Chyi with the most exaggerated language.Praise him for his devilish talent, his proficient skills, his innate musical spirituality and his expressiveness.

However, Bai Lang's thoughts returned to a more distant place.

The mint green corridor, the sunlight like molten gold, and the backlit back are stretched very long.At that time, he thought that he would never be able to touch it.

He squeezed the signed ticket in his hand hard.

The much-anticipated violinist stood under the bright lights, and every note flowing from the strings was plated with gold.Qi Sinian on the stage finished his piece of music, and slowly lowered his arms to welcome the applause one after another.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but his gaze accurately met the gaze of Bai Lang on stage and off stage, and he smiled.

Bai Lang couldn't help but burst into tears.

The classical music circle basically maintains the tradition of the last century. After the performance, there will be an Afterparty. The original intention is for the performers to rest and communicate.This tradition has been spread to North America, but it has changed a little bit. There are not only the sponsors of Xiangche BMW, but also red carpet reporters and long guns and short guns. A group of fanatical fans gather at the door and hold banners. The posture is no different from that of the entertainment industry.

Some players complain about it, others love it.Bai Lang has participated in such parties several times in the United States, but he didn't think it was a big deal.He has an easy-going temperament and does not easily appear to be a maverick.

As usual, the Schönbrunn Palace concert held the Afterparty in the small banquet hall next to the Schönbrunn Palace.Different from North America, Europe's attitude towards classical music is much more solemn, unrelated people are not allowed to participate, but Anthony brought Bai Lang and Alex into it familiarly.

It was only now that Bai Lang knew that Anthony came from a well-known musical family in Vienna. His father and brother both taught at the Hannover Conservatory of Music. They were very authoritative, and they were both familiar names to Bai Lang.

Alex was a little impatient: "What are we doing here? Who are you looking at again? The new third flute from VPO? Didn't you say that you will never touch your peers?"

He recalled it in his mind, sitting too far away, he couldn't see the girl's face clearly, and looked at Anthony uncertainly: "Is it her? It's her. The average age of VPO must be 45, unlike you aesthetics."

"..." Anthony looked at him helplessly, "Alex, am I just a lower body animal in your heart?"

Alex: "Of course."

Bai Lang was already used to the way the two of them got along, and he said happily, "You two have such a good relationship."

He has been staring at Qi Sinian, who is like a luminous body in the middle of the venue, seeing him smiling decently and politely at the admirers who kept crowding up, receiving countless business cards, and drinking a lot of wine, before slowly I found an inconspicuous balcony and walked out, leaning against the railing to enjoy the breeze.

Bai Lang's heart rose.

He didn't pay attention to what Anthony and the others continued to say, and walked to the bar to look around, and finally picked up a glass of lemon soda, and walked towards Qi Sinian.

Alex frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Anthony.

Anthony shook his head: "Let him go, can't you see that Bai has been absent-minded?"

He looked at Bai Lang's back and showed a smile: "I now understand why Sean Chyi chose Bai Duo. Bai really loves his music very, very much, it's completely written in his eyes."

Alex didn't say anything.

Anthony continued to sigh: "Sean Chyi is probably Bai's dream."

Alex gave Anthony a sideways look, and said abruptly, "Others have dreams, how about you?"

Anthony was taken aback.

Alex snorted coldly: "Why do you become a performer? For the convenience of making girlfriends?"

"My dear Alex, I will be sad when you say this." Anthony held his heart and sighed, "I chose to become a performer back then, wasn't it all to accompany you?"

Anthony put his arm around Alex's shoulder: "Okay, don't be angry with me. Didn't you always want to record your own viola solo disc?"

Alex frowned: "What?"

Anthony smiled: "Simon Stevin, that famous music producer, let's go, he's right in front."

The author says:

Note:

[1] Zuckerman and Amanda: Zukerman is one of the most famous contemporary violinists, also good at viola, still alive, in his 70s.Amanda is his wife, a cellist.Zukerman is also from the Juilliard School of Music, rounding off is Bai Lang's senior (bushi)

Schönbrunn Palace Summer Night Concert, this kind of open-air concert basically takes the route of rebroadcasting and popularizing classical music, so the selection of songs is more and more modern and modern, appealing to both refined and popular tastes.

The author was fortunate to have been to the scene once before the epidemic, and the atmosphere was relaxed, elegant and wonderful.However, how should I put it, except for a big guy like Bai Lang who has an infield seat, everyone is fighting for a seat on the hillside under the sun in the afternoon (because they can sit and chat), as if the poor students are grabbing the back row.Last night, I stood on the flat ground in the front row in the rain for several hours, not daring to leave, for fear of losing the face of the people of the country.It is recommended to watch high-definition on station B if conditions permit (.)