Feelings of Tan Dun
November 21, 2003, "map - looking for lost roots Lai - Xiangxi Music Diary 10", Conductor: Tan Dun; Performance: Shanghai Symphony Orchestra.
Tan Dun is the first thing to see the concert the night before the rehearsal, because of the distance and did not see the appearance, just remember that over the Tuo River in the gas begins to resound with a voice full of men.
The second time was 21, the afternoon, I was strolling idly along the Tuo River when he was stopped by a policeman to make a ban on sound gestures, I froze a bit and immediately saw the two people are sitting in Qingqing Tuojiang edge tirelessly and talk, oh, the interviewee is the central station Wang, Tan Dun is interviewed, this is a close contact, to see a very clean, very elegant, very powerful middle-aged man, I not approached to listen to their conversation, but rather opted for a leisurely look at the near location. Although it can not hear their voices, but I can feel that they definitely are the most simple and most sincere language of taste Tuo, taste of western Hunan, trance is also among my thoughts like them, began to slowly drift, roam into the Tuojiang 1000 hundred years countless years.
Tan is the third time to see him in the music experience at the outbreak of the. First one up a welcome song, there is WATER LANTERNS front of the stage in their drift off suddenly, as necessary to regain the memory of your childhood.
Nuo opera on the screen foil screen, his music began to slowly flow diary Syria, first notes of a very slowly to his homeland into the Tuo, and then use Hmong to tears by the sound of your soul drawn into the Cang Shiwandashan deep, the flute like water drawn melodious sand suddenly higher up the screen in straight Qinru Amano, followed by a number of light slippery Liuzi jump out of chaos, but as a moment's blank pause. There are drum vaguely heard, first a little bit, and then a film, the last into the muddy roar of a grand army to attack, I felt this way was advertised in Jifengzhouyu Strip into a climax soon as Duanhe suddenly to the a summary of your ears in vain there is a blank Jin Tie-back sound.
Reverberate roar has not dissipated, harp and erhu sound has sneaked in. drill, with a rhythm of uncoordinated E Mountain Ya walk in your whole body, it might have a similar feeling, oh, this is "Crouching Tiger" Tablets melody. A sudden jump in the level hiss in the treble a suona, leading the whole song forward in a sudden step forward, every step is very steady, but there is room for maneuver.
The next note, as a string of days covered in Burma bell flutter down, and shake off into the endless Sheng Hua.
After the uproar the end is to return to bland, and gently began to receive master everything, a kind of never heard of crisp hitting the sound came, I could see was actually hit with stones and a few musicians out of the sound is really incredible, This is probably the most primitive instruments of human right? ! Sound of stoning, such as large beads beads falling rock plate, no sly sense of Mindanao, but it is true and false-Hua Zhang.
Violinist began to hand-played strings, while the vocalist is from Paris, viola (listen to Tan Dun's presentations should be well known, unfortunately I do not know), followed by another gong with a sharp mix of them, such as the provision under sunny Ray ball, snowball. In the thunder of a group of Miaonv start Fangge, with tour tone in several different scales rolling, suddenly chorus, suddenly quartet, suddenly single tone, suddenly release group. Viola is still untamed jie its way the theme of the role of sound, all sound of thunder and lightning storms are surrounded by it, like a leakage of the high-voltage lines, electricity and shiny blink of an eye on the split to a distant far-away country.
When the rain, and thunder to live, and melodious climbed up again on the screen began to flash Miaonv beautiful figure, with Lusheng light we saw with sliding slowly forward, Sham cover in the mountains of the Miao Village, to put off into the deep trough Diego.
Everything in the mound in the sluggish put out, in the final sank Miao Chi-fire blue, go sink into the mountains of the Chi-black, in the final sinking of the Chi Xiangxi situation.
Followed by Tan Dun's confession, his heart with gratitude to thank Hunan folk music gave him the inspiration to us to maintain tradition and which is used to grasp the future, he would like the pursuit of East-West cultural roots pulse interaction want the root of all nationalities Lai dig out, let the whole world to share. Heard here, I suddenly remembered one sentence: the nation is the world.
His confession had just finished a melodious soprano, after floating out from the station, Miaonv Long Xian-(sound) came out slowly, with the Miao folk songs to us, to show the world Hunan, while the river side Kang Chun also has a tenor from the audience jumped out, with soprano and the corresponding remote, is a young man with the accent Tujia with her singing in antiphonal style, in their present at the end of each paragraph of the men and women in the audience will be produced by Road land boom sound echoed this way, the river on both sides contend songs cross off each other and finally into the quiet phase of the Tuojiang.
Tujia percussion playing Liuzi a great impact on the world, Tian Nong Xing (sound) with four of the teachers give us some wonderful performances playing Liu Zi, four of the concerto sometimes peers comic titles, sometimes strife-torn, there is open entry cloud, Xuanxierupu feeling.
The next concert is playing the Hungarian composer's "Romanian Dances" and "Russian Folk Symphonic Overture", which I am somewhat-huang Yin, perhaps the world's evaluation of their many, many, I do not go to Chang door Nongwa , but I want this city to hear such a refinement is certainly the first time, the absence of Tan Dun, no western Hunan folk music, no Xiangxi culture, may never have this for the first time!
In fact, strictly speaking, I can say that is a symphony of the Blind, because it seems to me the kind of grand, complex, a myriad of voices, always aggressive to flood all have to take the time to listen to one-third of fear, is breasted sat respectfully yours Lianrong, far enshrines with, so I never went to the theater to listen to it. This time I am not far behind came from Fujian Province listening to the concert did not resonate with the purpose noted for its clarity, I secretly want to come may be only to meet the psychological adventures, and arty in a flash, but the experience in the field in the West End musical, cultural, so After the real impact and blend, but I really began to think about.
The audience who played a curtain call at the exit in the beginning, very few of the Tuojiang Xuanza trouble trouble began reconciled so some peace and quiet, I was sitting in the window (due to the spot accompanied by arrangements, I set out to a concert being the best room) looked at the ancient city wall, quietly Gorgeous lighting and leisurely walk through the Tuojiang water, to a moment ago, while a note filled the air of the 11 picked up by it in my ears, mind lingering symphonic and eventually into a faint ribbon sadly, Chanchanmianmian Yanyanshishi to bind tightly with me and will no longer separated.
Inter-trance I saw those who came played the stage, I thought it was his own hallucinations, biting a bit tongue was found to be true! The original because the original site were too many people shooting results are not satisfactory, and now have to be retro-crediting of some sections of the course, I very much cherish this opportunity and flew down the stairs to take front straight. As the concert bandstand and the audience are on the ride in the wooden Tuojiang from my location to the bandstand across the river must be dozens of pier, a few foreigners, like me, very much treasure the opportunity to (Due to copyright reasons, they also refused to close the distance shooting), I occupied the pier before the shooting in this wonderful place, my "Excuse me" was that they flatly refused! Yes it back, or take long Road, across the river? This is a problem! Suddenly, I saw the mound with a side of the boat, I looked around and concluded that it must be no God at this time, so I was looking at the foreigners impersonal friendly smile, what jump on board, gently it to swing to the bandstand, muddy ignore foreigners envy him surprised eyes.
In the water listening to the concert is the kinds of wonderful feeling! I like the water spirits, watching the speech's silhouette, floating down the notes in my water jump Qing Wu, and then their graceful posture sinking into the water sink into my heart. Ear, a "Farewell to Cambridge" in Qing Yin to "take a ship's Star, in the Star's gorgeous inside Fang Ge," at this time I have abandoned all fear of the symphony with the unfamiliar, Zhang open up the body, Zhang Fang On top of all of the senses, to feel, to assimilate, to ablation, with the tension of the boundless music yourself basking in the full boat, Mitsue with the notes of the Star!
A ferry boat to ferry me from pale to understand the music's Ito-Yokado, from the dull solitude crossing to a blend of luxury, from the casual to the audio and video Cantabile roaming crossing the picturesque paradise.
Tan Dun's music, thanks thanks thanks Phoenix
Author: foxwh
