1392 Thin as a Hair

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The corners of Andrew's mouth were rising slightly. He tried very hard to hide his pride and excitement, but his nineteen-year-old youth still made the corners of his slightly pursed lips invisible. Vitality stretched out between the eyebrows, as if he already owned the whole world.

Sitting in front of the drum set, Andrew could clearly feel the swarming attention from all directions, but his nervousness had disappeared. He believed that he was special, that Fletcher saw his own. Talented, he believes he can occupy a place here. He believes he is a genius! Destined to shine on the stage!

At this moment, it is his shining moment. He can even imagine the image of his performance shining brightly and applauding loudly after his performance.

"Very good, gangs, 'whiplash'." Fletcher walked into the classroom, the whole person was in a relaxed posture, motioned to everyone, and then cast his eyes at Andrew, "Slow down the pace Do your best, Neiman , it seems that he treats Andrew differently.

Andrew showed a shallow smile, slightly shy, trying hard to express his humility, but the pride and smugness in the depths of his eyes were still uncontrollably surging.

But then, Andrew still grabbed the drumstick and got ready. He noticed a small detail: after Fletcher made sure that he was ready, he looked back and officially said, "Start."

So, he is really special.

"Five, six, seven... let's go."

With an order from Fletcher, Andrew withdrew all his attention and began to beat the drums. The part at the beginning was not too difficult, and Andrew unconsciously counted the beats in the back of his throat, "2-3 -2", the muscles of the hand are a little tight, and the rhythm is relatively crisp, and the beat is steadily stepped.

The whole rhythm is uniform and stable, and it is completed strictly according to the score. As a result, it lacks a little personal characteristics and style, and also lacks some emotional injection and interpretation. It can be said to be quite satisfactory, and it is closer to the way of playing the teaching template. But Andrew didn't dare to relax at all. At the very beginning, ensuring that his rhythm was accurate was the most important thing.

Inadvertently, Fletcher's voice came from his ear, "I played a little drum here."

Literally understood, this sentence is "add flowers and fill", which means that when passing the door, add flowers to the rhythm of the drum kit, don't rigidly stick to the rhythm form, and give the performance more skills and emotions instead of being cold. The melody of the musical symbols, an intuitive understanding is to inject personal characteristics, rather than regular basic performance.

Andrew glanced slightly out of the corner of his eyes, and then saw Fletcher's movements, motioning him to add a little trick here. This reminded Andrew of their first meeting. He was practicing alone in the practice room after class, but unexpectedly met Fletcher. At that time, Fletcher didn't say much, but nodded in affirmation.

And those words of encouragement from Fletcher during the break just now.

Does this mean that his talent and talent are what Fletcher values ​​most? Are his own characteristics and colors why Fletcher chose himself?

Andrew's confidence could not help but rise. Wrist movements and finger shaking were slightly more clever changes, and the steady rhythm suddenly began to jump.

He raised his head and looked at Fletcher out of the corner of his eyes, like a canine seeking the attention of its owner, still vaguely uncertain.

Fletcher supported his left hand with his right hand, rested his cheek with his left hand, and beat his head gently, as if he was enjoying the performance this time. Listen to jazz playing, really immerse yourself in it and roam freely.

Andrew was greatly encouraged by Fletcher's response.

So, Andrew tried his best to use all the tricks he knew, and completely used this place as his stage for blooming, because the muscles were too strong, so that the shoulders and upper body also swayed, It is as if the whole person is immersed in the ocean of jazz, and the feeling of being like a fish in water, natural and integrated creates an illusion: the illusion that the musical symbols are in their own hands.

At this moment, Andrew felt that he was the God who dominated the music!

Fletcher spread his hands wide, exclaiming again and again, "This is Buddy Ritchie incarnate!"

The smile on Andrew's mouth couldn't help but rise, he is Buddy Ricky! He's Buddy Ritchie! The youthful and vigorous vitality is like the golden sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning. It is dazzling and dazzling, and even Apollo is eclipsed. The pride and pride are slowly rippling between his eyebrows, but he still told himself: Be humble, I have to be humble.

So, Andrew tried his best to restrain his smile, and devoted himself to the performance again. He became more and more diligent and more fancy, and tried his best to show himself, as if this was his personal concert, other bands' Teammates seem to be reduced to the background, foiling his brilliance.

But Fletcher's smile stopped at his mouth, and suddenly he raised his right hand and made a fist gesture, cutting off the entire band's performance. Only Andrew's drums were still playing, just slowly After half a beat, Andrew also stopped playing,

He looked at Fletcher in disbelief.

Fletcher pursed the corners of his mouth forcefully, as if he was thinking seriously, and then pointed out in a gentle and friendly manner, "There was a problem there just now. Go back to the seventeenth bar."

Seventeen bars? Andrew doesn't know why, isn't his performance praised and recognized?

Afterwards, Fletcher returned to his command seat again, raised his right hand, and glanced at the audience. His eyes finally fell on Andrew, "Get ready. Five, six, seven... go."

Andrew went back to playing again.

His upper body has been exerting faintly, and it seems that he only needs to exert more force on his muscles to correct the "problem" just now; but deep down, he is a little unsure, because he can't hear where the problem is at all. So, his eyes firmly locked on Fletcher's figure: Could it be that there were too many tricks just now? Or is the force just now not accurate enough?

It can be clearly seen that Andrew's hitting action is a little stiff, and his control becomes weak, but he is trying to make adjustments and amend it according to his own thoughts.

But the smile on Fletcher's face was fading little by little, and then he clenched his right fist again and interrupted the performance.

Fletcher pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, as if he was pinching an invisible beat with three fingers, his expression was slightly serious, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was still gentle, and he said in a persuasive manner, "It doesn't quite fit my rhythm. "

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and the pride and pride quietly disappeared from the depths of his pupils, replaced by a trace of solemnity and confusion: "My rhythm"? What exactly is Fletcher's rhythm? How should he fit into Fletcher's rhythm?

Without pausing, Fletcher continued, "One more time. Five six seven... go."

Andrew had to take back his thoughts, concentrate all his attention, and hit the drum again, but before the first four beats were over, Fletcher clenched his right fist again and interrupted. Playing, and unconsciously, Fletcher's footsteps are approaching little by little.

"Downbeat-on-18 on the first beat of bar 18." Fletcher taught hand-in-hand, "One more time. Five six seven...go!"

Andrew was a little at a loss, a little shy, a little embarrassed, and a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to nod his head indifferently, indicating that he understood, and then began to play again.

This time, after the first four beats were played, Fletcher immediately began to shake his head, shaking his head again and again. When the second four beats just started, Fletcher clenched his fists again and interrupted the performance. , "Bar 17, third sixteenth note of beat 4 (bar-17, the-and-of-4)."

It is very particular to subdivide quarter note beats in English, "1-a-and-d, 2-a-and-d, 3-a-and-d, 4-a-and-d", which is actually Divide a beat into four small dots, each syllable represents a quarter note, if placed in a complete four beats, then each note is a sixteenth note.

In Fletcher's words, he specifically refers to the "and" syllable of the fourth beat, which is the third sixteenth note in the fourth beat, which means that the beat of this note is slow.

As mentioned before, the song "Whiplash" is a seven-beat rhythm, so the arrangement and combination in each beat are different. The cyclic arrangement and combination of two beats, three beats and two beats is subdivided into a sixteenth note. , the rhythm control has become extremely delicate. It can be vividly described as:

The difference in the thickness of a hair.

Fletcher's words made Andrew even more nervous, his brows furrowed slightly unconsciously, and countless question marks were constantly echoing in his mind:

What exactly should the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat be on? more compact? Or more procrastination? Wait, didn't Fletcher just call himself Buddy Ritchie? So what went wrong now? Oops, embarrassed in front of the rest of the band, just like the chief trombone just now, wouldn't he be like that too?

"Five six seven, go!"

Fletcher gave orders again.

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