After the first song, Xue Jing looked at the expressions of his old friends beside him, and his heart that was hanging in the air was relieved.
Although he had seen the score of the first song and had confidence in Fang Zhao, he had been worried about the quality of the official performance. Now, it looked like it was just as he had expected.
Very good.
The few old men who had come with Xue Jing also started to discuss in hushed voices.
"If the quality of the next few songs is the same as this, your disciple is in the bag!" one of them said to Xue Jing with a smile.
"Not a disciple, really not! He can only be considered a student. "Xue Jing hurriedly waved his hands. He had not taught Fang Zhao much when it came to composing music. He had only occasionally given pointers and pushed Fang Zhao to develop more smoothly. He was far from being considered a "master."
For people like them, the nature of a "disciple" and a "student" were different. Anyone who had been taught could be considered a student. Even those who had only attended one of their lessons could be considered their students. But a "disciple" was the kind of person who was personally taught knowledge, thought, behavior, theories, and so on.
Therefore, Fang Zhao could only be considered a "student" of Xue Jing and not a disciple.
However, even a "student" had a close relationship. Everyone in the industry knew what Xue Jing's attitude toward Fang Zhao was. It was better than being a disciple!
"Old Lin, what do you think? My student isn't bad, right?" Xue Jing said to the person beside him, a little pleased.
The old man sitting beside Xue Jing had been the former chairman of the Huangzhou Music Association. He was a few years younger than Xue Jing and was over 150 years old this year. He was Xue Jing's junior, a Huangzhou native. This time, Xue Jing had dragged him over to listen to this junior Fang Zhao's concert.
Lin Xun shifted his gaze away from the stage and thought for a bit before saying, "This little fella is different from what I imagined. Many young composers who step into outer space for the first time like to use the orchestra to constantly change and raise the key, enlarge the scale of the performance, and increase the volume to express the vastness and beauty of the universe. When I first saw the background of this composition, I also thought he would use this method to express himself. Unexpectedly, he did not. Instead, he focused more on the emotional changes in his heart. "
It was not impossible, but it was not easy. Many newcomers might not be able to perform well in this aspect, but the feeling Fang Zhao's compositions gave them was one of experience!
This was not something a newcomer who had just entered the industry could do.
"Fang Zhao's works give people a strong sense of storytelling. They might not be able to understand the meaning behind it, but the listeners often had this kind of feeling. A very formidable little fellow! "Lin Xun said with a sigh.
Originally, Lin Xun had thought that when he wrote his review after the concert, he would give Xue Jing some face and criticize him tactfully. But now, Lin Xun felt that … it was hard to approve!
People of their level would generally not praise and praise the younger generation's concerts. Generally, they would give half of their approval and half of their advice. They would talk about the pros and cons, and half of their good and bad words, but the emphasis would be on the "advice". In other words, the focus would still be on the latter.
What a headache!
In addition to the music list, Lin Xun also had a notebook, which he used to record his thoughts during the concert. After the concert ended, he would organize them into comments and post them.
The interval between each song in the concert was also to make it easier for the seniors in the circle to discuss and write.
But now, the notebook in Lin Xun's hands only had a few pitiful words. He felt like he wanted to write a lot, but he didn't know what to write.
I'll write more for the next one, Lin Xun thought to himself.
On Barbara's end, after the first song ended, she noticed that the notification light for new messages was flashing. Because her phone was set to silent, there was only a notification of incoming messages.
When she opened it, there were more than 10 messages.
Three minutes ago:
"Hey, Barbie, I will probably make a trip to planet Wai next month. When the time comes, I will go to the film studio complex to find a few celebrities and have some fun at Peach Blossom Spring."
Three minutes ago:
"What do you think of the suggestion just now?"
Two minutes ago:
"Barbie?"
Two minutes ago:
"Did you run into some trouble?"
…
After skimming through the messages, Barbara closed the chat window and gestured to her assistant.
Her assistant hurriedly handed over a notebook. This was the notebook Barbara used for concerts.
Although Barbara liked to show off, she was still rather serious when it came to concerts. As long as it was not a genre she really didn't like or a concert of extremely low quality, she would make some notes every time she attended. She was different from Xue Jing and those other academic artists. She would analyze her own preferences and the commercial value of her music.
Fang Zhao's concert was better than she had expected.
Although it was different from the music she usually listened to, it was still acceptable. It didn't have the dense, murderous aura of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series and the heavy atmosphere of history.
Barbara didn't like things that were overly heavy. She preferred bright, sparkling, lyrical, refreshing, and the type that made people happy. Regardless of whether it was classical or modern, whether the tempo was fast or slow, as long as it wasn't too bad, she could accept it.
As for "Empty," it was within her acceptable range.
Perhaps she could really buy a song from this concert?
Just as she was about to write something, she caught a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye. She raised her head and saw Zaro craning his neck in her direction.
Zaro just wanted to see what Barbara was going to write. He was purely curious, but he didn't expect to see anything. Barbara just rolled her eyes at him.
Pursing his lips, Zaro sat back down and said to his agent, "Taking notes at a concert? You're crazy! "
When he was a student, he didn't even take notes in class. Listening to a concert was refreshing and enjoyable. What was there to take notes for?!
Spoilsport!
Different from the style that Barbara liked, Zaro liked the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series. It was grand and shocking, the murderous and unyielding genre. It was exciting to listen to!
It was fine to be a little lyrical, as long as it wasn't over the top.
Zaro wasn't a professional and couldn't evaluate from a professional point of view. He had never thought about it from a professional point of view. He just felt that it wasn't bad, and that was enough. Who cared what others thought? If he liked it, even if a professional criticized it to the point of shit, he would still buy it. If he didn't like it, even if those people praised it to the heavens, he wouldn't give it a second glance.
For tonight's concert, the first song was still within his acceptable range.
Zaro said, "Hey, I think this isn't bad. I'll buy it after the concert."
His agent replied, "It's just the beginning. Keep listening. Who knows, there might be something you like more."
Zaro thought about it. "That's true."
He looked at the song list. The second song was called "Zh."
"What does' Zh 'mean?" Zaro was puzzled. "Why do these artists like to be deliberately mystifying? Can't they just give it a name that's easy to understand?"
Zaro's agent said in a low voice, "It's written in the background of the composition. 'Zh' is the elemental symbol. It's the new elemental symbol that was found in the grade A power ore on planet Baiji."
Listening to the conversation between Zaro and his agent, Barbara sneered in her heart. Idiot! Not only is he illiterate, he's also blind!
The lighting changed, signifying the start of the second song. Barbara couldn't be bothered to scold Zaro anymore.
The concert hall quietened down once more.
When the prelude started, Barbara's expression changed.
"Interesting."
The orchestral music was like a gust of wind blowing into a mine from the outside.
The piano was slowly struck. At the end of each short melody, the piano note repeated itself like an echo. In the concert hall, there was a kind of hallucinatory feeling of listening to the echoes.
Suddenly hearing it made one panic, and one's whole body felt chilly, but as one listened, there was a different kind of charm.
Following that, the rhythm of the clarinet's alto changed. It was pure and light, paired with the string music. The rhythm was controlled very well, like the lively throbbing of a pulse and the rise and fall of breathing. It was simple and unadorned, but also a little psychedelic. It seemed like there was a kind of mystery that was hard to probe. It was like the background image of the dark rock face, the strange and dazzling world that no one knew about.
The gentle and romantic female voice seemed to be calling out to the mysterious world beneath the rock face, the birth of that shining star!
Sitting beside Xue Jing, Lin Xun's eyes were focused on the huge image behind the stage. He had a serious expression on his face and maintained a listening posture, as if he wanted to hear as much as possible from the music. He didn't even glance at the notebook in his hand. Only when the song ended did he sigh. "Very spiritual."
No one knew if he was talking about the "Zh" song that had just finished playing or the composer.
One of the old men seemed to have thought of something and smiled at Lin Xun. "Old Lin, that song just now, didn't it have a bit of your wandering style?"
"No, I don't think so." Another old man shook his head. "That song just now lacked the elegance, but it had a kind of penetrating power."
A few other old men also joined in the discussion.
"When the clarinet brought about the sudden change in rhythm at 20 seconds, I wanted to give him high marks."
"I'm different from you. When the violin came in at 45 seconds, I suddenly felt like I was startled. The sound of the violin added a lot to this piece." Another old man, who had a preference for stringed instruments and especially liked the violin, disagreed.
Listening to the discussions of his old friends, the smile on Xue Jing's face deepened. He wanted these old friends to understand Fang Zhao better. He hoped that Fang Zhao could gain their approval. This would be good for Fang Zhao's future development.
Before this, when people in the industry mentioned Fang Zhao, they would always talk about the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series, but Xue Jing wanted these people in the industry to know that Fang Zhao could produce even more. He could be grand and hot-blooded, and he could also be delicate and gentle.
However, after Lin Xun said a few words, he fell silent, as if he was considering something important.
About half a minute later, Lin Xun sent someone a message. 11
Recently, he had been invited to create the soundtrack for a scientific and educational documentary produced by Huangzhou Geography Channel. More than 10 episodes of the documentary were about ores. He had not written a satisfactory piece for this segment, and he had not found a suitable one before. But now, he felt that he could recommend Fang Zhao's "Zh." Fang Zhao's song was about new ores and new elements, and it was in line with the theme of the documentary.
Lin Xun felt that it would be too much of a waste if such a high-quality piece was bought by a commercial company. If it was placed in a commercial film, it might only appear for a while and not be heard the next year.
However, a high-quality scientific and educational documentary was different. This kind of "shelf life" was very long, and it was directly stored in high-quality cultural archives. Local television stations' educational or educational channels might broadcast it every year. Schools would also play documentary clips during teaching, and it could be heard.
Just as scholars hoped that their writings could be passed down through the ages, every composer hoped that their works could "survive" for a longer period of time and not be heard the next year. In the New Era, where information was exploding, such opportunities were rare.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a pity, so Lin Xun immediately sent a recommendation message to the production team.
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