Chapter 10 Ahhhh, woooooo
Zhou Qingyun later talked about this with other professors.
Still unbelievable: "For a moment, I felt that he was not an 18-year-old young man at all, he seemed full of philosophical Zen..."
But he still maintained his professorial demeanor in front of her, looking her up and down and saying, "We'll talk later. What's wrong with your throat? Has it been injured?"
The performers around were all shocked. This is called a damaged voice?
What would it be like not to get hurt!
Jing Xiaoqiang thought for a while and said, "I felt a little uncomfortable a while ago, as if I was burned by smoke and fire."
Most of the people who died in the fire were suffocated to death due to damaged respiratory tracts, so at that sunset, his throat was a little uncomfortable and he was not used to it, so he could only hum while playing the organ.
Zhou Qingyun actually showed some joy: "That's right! Can you sing the female part? Give it a try. What can you sing?"
Jing Xiaoqiang himself also became interested: "Uh... have you ever rehearsed Der Holle Rache in Act II Scene III of Mozart's The Magic Flute?"
Before he even uttered the sound of the German word, people around him were already excited!
This is the last and most brilliant of the four operas Mozart wrote. The year he wrote it, he was living in poverty, suffering from illness, and died of depression and frustration.
But the most exciting "flame of revenge" in this comedy is the hysterical roar of a resentful woman.
Imagine the hysteria it would bring, the devilish coloratura, the soprano voice lifting the part to astonishing heights!
Those shrews on the streets at the entrance of the village, wake up! Be ashamed!
Listen to what the highest level of swearing is like!
Zhou Qingyun’s most accomplished student is the one who can sing, but how well does he sing?
Alas, let alone comparing with Europe and the United States, even the Japanese devils next door who are living a good life can beat us.
This is like foreigners singing Peking Opera, the pronunciation alone becomes a problem.
Zhou Qingyun was stunned: "You can speak Italian?!"
Authentic opera should be sung in Italian. The principle is the same as Peking Opera. You can translate it into any language and sing it, but the original flavor is the authentic one, right?
Opera and aria, artistic forms of expression, were born around the Italian language.
Even Cantonese is easier to sing than Mandarin.
Therefore, to learn opera you must first learn authentic Italian, which is a threshold.
Broadway is of course dominated by musicals and dance dramas, but opera, as the pinnacle of orthodox music and bel canto singing, is definitely an important part of Broadway performances.
Top masters must have dabbled in all types, not to mention that Hudelssohn originally switched from opera .
So Jing Xiaoqiang: "A little bit..."
Few people watched him show off, because everyone in the symphony orchestra turned around and rushed to their instruments, urging them to find the score for this aria!
Remember, this is a soprano voice, and few women can sing it.
Come a man...
And he is an 18-year-old male who has passed the voice change period.
Zhou Qingyun had some guesses, but she didn't expect that she would dig up a gold ingot with a hoe. No, it was a night-shining pearl. No, to be more advanced, it was the Heshi Bi.
Her voice was trembling, and she grabbed Jing Xiaoqiang's sleeves with both hands: "Sing well, sing well. Is your throat still uncomfortable now? If it is not stable yet, don't force it. Use your throat step by step and scientifically..."
Jing Xiaoqiang snapped his fingers: "Just give it a try, is it okay?"
There was a lot of complaints: "How can it be so simple? There is no score, and I have to go out to make copies. Why didn't you tell me earlier..."
Jing Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes: "It's not that troublesome, forget it, I'll play it myself."
He was really curious about what was wrong with his voice. Hudelsohn must be a top singer, and opera and musicals were his main occupations.
But soprano is not his category, Jing Xiaoqiang just felt that his throat was itching to give it a try.
There were almost multiple music stands overturned on the floor, and you played it yourself?!
Does this mean that you not only think you can sing Devil's Coloratura in Italian, but you can also play the piano and remember the score?
The part-time musicians who had never seen Jing Xiaoqiang play the piano all started to make a noise: "No way?! Brother Xiaoqiang!"
Jing Xiaoqiang struggled to pull his flowered shirt out of the middle-aged female professor's clutches, and pulled up his baggy beach pants before sitting down in front of the grand piano in the rehearsal room.
Even though it is just a training piano, as an asset of the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra, it is already very high-end.
He touched it here and there to get familiar with it, and it was obvious that he hadn't played it for a long time.
The pianist complained: "How about you memorize the score and I'll play it. I can't find the score for a while..."
This was the life in the days before computers and smartphones.
Only the old hands at the West City Theater were able to handle the situation with ease. Jing Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, spread out his hands, closed his eyes and recalled.
The falling fingers were much softer than before in the middle school classroom in my hometown.
Even if the pianist thinks there are still some flaws and the fingers and wrists are a little stiff, that is definitely due to lack of practice. The core is precision!
Scene three is actually more suitable for orchestral expression. The drummer quickly follows up, and a violinist who roughly remembers the score follows up.
The eerie atmosphere before the storm quickly built up.
Zhou Qingyun clapped her hands excitedly beside him...
Even when a resentful woman coaxed her daughter into killing someone, Zhou Qingyun couldn't help but close her eyes and act out the movements.
Jing Xiaoqiang hummed a few words with his nose to find the tune, and then reached the classic climax. He opened his mouth and pointed at his daughter angrily...
Countless quick, short jumps in one breath!
The whole process was extremely shrill, but every ahh ...
It's like dancing on the head of a needle!
In fact, just repeat it twice. Even if you don't understand Italian or bel canto opera, as long as you have heard the aria of the Queen of the Night, which is the pinnacle of opera, once, you will exclaim from the bottom of your heart, "WTF?" Is this still a human being?
It feels like a nightingale singing in the dark forest!
All the professional performers in the rehearsal room held their breath, fearing that they would interrupt the acrobatics performed on the tip of a needle!
I'm worried that my vocal cords might be torn at any time, causing a piercing noise...
But the high notes in front of me are clear and clean, and the rhythm is not disordered at all!
But it just couldn't last long. After he sang two lines of Italian, Jing Xiaoqiang's air flow began to become disordered.
Zhou Qingyun quickly reached out and pressed the piano keys: "Alright, alright! It's okay, it's okay, just take care of it..."
The chest resonance alone is enough to strain the lung capacity of this frail young boy.
Anyone who can sing this kind of song must have a round waist, broad body and strong back.
Seeing the still energetic Jing Xiaoqiang stand up, the performers couldn't help but applaud!
Zhou Qingyun’s expression was, what are you still learning? How about you come to my place and teach other graduate students?
When talent reaches the top level, you have it. If you don’t have it, no matter how you teach it, you will never be able to climb up.
This is like a coach telling Messi that his dribbling is not good enough and he will teach him, or telling Jordan that he needs to improve his air suspension...
It's not worth it.
A genius is someone who puts all norms aside and has his own unique path of growth.
Jing Xiaoqiang is still working out in his heart...
He was really interested in singing a few more lines, but his body couldn't keep up and he felt like he was going to have tuberculosis.
Now I feel a little unsatisfied and want to sing two more lines of My Sun in Bel Canto style ...
Deep and loud!
This is a fucking tenor!
Although he could only utter two sentences loudly, he would immediately run out of breath.
But it still made everyone remember, in addition to the applause, that this guy was singing a hoarse Bryan Adams half an hour ago.
What the hell is going on?
Jing Xiaoqiang himself was a little confused: "Before... I couldn't do it. A soprano couldn't sing it..."
Zhou Qingyun helped him explain: "You are eighteen years old, right? Boys at this age should gradually become wider and thicker, and their vocal cords should vibrate more slowly, and their voices should become coarser. However, during this transitional period, your vocal cords may be injured, inflamed, or swollen for some reason, such as continuous shouting or overusing your voice. Some people's voices may become shrill, and some even miraculously have clear and melodious voices..."
Someone who knows about vocal music: "It's just a fake female voice..."
Zhou Qingyun nodded: "Men can not only find their own low range, but also imitate the female voice to sing cross-dressing, whether it is soprano or tenor, there are many professional schools in Europe that are cultivating this kind of fake female voice master, which is mostly determined by innate conditions, but also has a lot of chance during adolescence, and then needs a lot of professional training in the later stage."
Another person also nodded frequently: "Oh, this training is very difficult. This combination of genius and special talent, as long as they can freely control the amplitude of the vocal cords, they can perform songs in the full range of their voices, and they can surpass other types right from the start."
Zhou Qingyun cherished it: "It's very difficult. Before this extremely rare false female voice could be scientifically cultivated, in the darkest period of Eastern and Western music history, whether it was church choirs or Qing Dynasty singing and dancing officials, they all achieved it through surgery... Xiao Jing is obviously not one of them."
Jing Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that everyone in the rehearsal hall, both men and women, focused their eyes on his crotch!
Of course he understands what this means. I am not a eunuch!
You guys who study music always play trains!
