1405 Fight to the End

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"Snapped!"

A clear and loud slap sounded, which was particularly harsh in the silence where the drums were interrupted, and everyone was greatly frightened; He pursed his lips tightly, letting all the air sounds disappear between his lips and teeth.

Involuntarily, everyone held their breath.

Andrew was trying to cheer himself up, and there was a low-level repetition mistake in the performance just now. After playing so many times, he still made mistakes. The anger and irritability in his heart broke out instantly, and when he realized it, he still made mistakes. Before, he raised his right hand and slapped his face fiercely——

Even with the drumstick in his palm, he slapped his forehead hard, leaving a clear red mark on his forehead.

He was completely unknown.

Take another deep breath, like a boxer on stage, start twisting your head, rattle your neck joints, let yourself relax a little, and start playing from the beginning.

Flowing clouds and water, in one go.

The rhythm is precise, the strength is even, the relaxation is moderate, and the emotion is abundant. A "whiplash" contains the raging flames in the chest, violent and hot, mad and wanton venting down, just like the Nicaragua Falls, the mighty The roar continued to hit the eardrum like thunder.

After 30 minutes of continuous and repeated performance, every listener present had "cocooned ears". At this moment, they could really catch the subtle differences, although they couldn't say why, they couldn't Identifying whether it is good or bad, but change is real.

That kind of hearty pleasure hits everyone's heart without reservation.

Just then, Damien's pupils narrowed slightly: here comes the hardest part.

The left hand clicks on the jazz drum and the right hand clicks on the hook. The two rhythms must fit together. Although it is not four hundred strikes, the beat rhythm has exceeded two hundred and eighty—it is still a seven-beat rhythm, speed and frequency. However, it must be doubled, and the entire control difficulty has increased tenfold and one hundredfold.

Even more difficult is hanging.

Because the position of the jazz drum is lower and closer to the body, the left hand uses the strength of the forearm and wrist to complete the control, and relies on the fingertips to make subtle adjustments. From the perspective of force and maintenance, the muscles need to bear relatively easy pressure. Some.

The hanging position is more high-end and farther away from the body. In addition to the forearm and wrist of the right hand, the upper arm must be kept horizontally stable, like a bracket, to support the control of the entire force, and the bearing force of the shoulder will be more obvious. Some.

In addition, the drum surface of the jazz drum is relatively fixed, while the sling is relatively swaying. In order to hit the beat of the same frequency, the power control of the sling must be more stable, even and delicate. There was a violent shaking, and the whole rhythm was completely broken, making it unsustainable.

So calm down and listen to Buddy Ritchie's performance carefully, you can notice that the sound of the hanging part is clear and even, with a stable and strong penetration, and even the complete four-beat and Eight beats, the rhythm of the whole rhythm is indescribable, and the emotions of the "whiplash" high/tide part are completely mobilized, and every audience can't help but start their blood boiling.

This is power.

Andrew's drumsticks vibrated rapidly. Strictly speaking, the wrist is a control support point. The shaking must not be too strong, otherwise it will destroy the neat balance. What's more, the 280-beat drum is very dense, and the shaking arc is too large. It will be impossible to keep up with the rhythm; more rely on the strength of the fingertips, and use the delicate cooperation of the five fingers to continuously transmit the power to drive the continuous hitting of the drumsticks.

The theoretical explanation does not sound like a very difficult thing, but only after the actual operation can we know that the difficulty is far beyond imagination.

"Bang bang bang bang".

The dense drum beats are rapidly increasing, and the frame of the rhythm frequency must not be lost while the speed is increasing. The structure of seven beats must always be maintained; and the precise rhythm that Fletcher continues to emphasize cannot be lost. Strike, which also puts forward more stringent requirements for control.

Then, the muscles of the wrists and arms began to stiffen. When the frequency increased to a certain height, it was like getting stuck in the mud, which forced him to increase the strength, and the relaxed muscles gradually tightened. Tension, the tighter it gets, the more out of control—

When the muscles are stiff, the consciousness will lose the subtle control of the muscles. In the case of forced force, it can only control the whole or block of the large muscles, which makes the whole hitting action start to become clumsy and exaggerated. .

To put it simply, just now, the fingers were controlling it delicately, but now it has become a waving of the entire forearm, and even the entire upper arm and shoulder began to shake. Not only did the hitting frequency not increase, but it began to gradually decline. The rhythm frame of the shooting was completely disrupted, and it was completely reduced to a four dissimilarity.

A complete mess.

Andrew clenched his teeth tightly, and his facial features were all wrinkled together. The more nervous he was, the harder he tried. Cycle, so that the whole body began to tremble violently, and even the most basic fighting posture has been deformed.

In the end, Andrew slammed the slings on both sides with his drumsticks, the venting one.

The second strike has no strength or skill at all. It fell fiercely, and the sling made a harsh noise. The swaying swayed, and the reverberation continued to ring, as if a beggar was knocking and breaking copper and rotten iron.

Andrew raised his right hand, as if he wanted to vent again, clenching his teeth and tightening his muscles, and at the last moment he abruptly completed the emergency brake, and his right hand stopped in mid-air; There was a strong chagrin and frustration between his brows, but he was unable to vent it in the end; his tense shoulders suddenly loosened, slumped down heavily, and even his head drooped down.

The exercises and assumptions just now, but after all, still failed to reach the expected level logically, as if all the efforts were in vain. That kind of depression and suffocation was stuck in his chest like this, panting.

He let out a long breath, his hands landed weakly on the drum surface of the jazz drum, and the whole person exuded a sense of discouragement.

Unwilling, after all, still unwilling, but after a little breath, the previous shame sounded the alarm again; if he refused to admit defeat, he still refused to admit defeat, how could he not do it? how is this possible! He is a talented drummer who is determined to follow in the footsteps of Buddy Ritchie. He will never be easily defeated. He gritted his teeth secretly, and his irritable mood was forcibly restrained again, and his eyes calmed down again.

After calming down, Andrew noticed the blood on the drumstick. He turned his palm and looked. The inside of the middle finger, the outside of the index finger, and the inside of the tiger's mouth were all broken wounds.

The most serious is the tiger's mouth, a pea-sized scar has completely worn away the epidermis; what's worse, because of the lack of timely treatment, the tender meat under the epidermis has been further ravaged, becoming bloody and faintly red. The blood and yellow pus are unbearable to look at.

At this time, after countless beats, he felt the burning stinging pain, which spread slowly like a popping candy. He couldn't help but raise his brows slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was a little surprised by the appearance of the wound. But more or less indifferent.

Opened a brand new box of Band-Aid, first took out one piece and wrapped the middle finger; then took out one and wrapped the index finger; finally took out another piece and stuck it on the tiger's mouth. After finishing all the work, he turned his palms, his eyes showed a satisfied look, and then he grabbed the drumstick again.

This time, he gave up the action of hitting the jazz drum with his left hand, and stared intently at the hanging on the right.

He raised his right hand and hung it in the air, then relaxed his arm and used the control of his fingers to strike a set of one hundred and forty blows, looking for the control of the entire force and the output of rhythm.

After an eight beats, the wrist stopped swinging, and after making sure that he had found the correct rhythm, he stared at the condole stubbornly. completely relax yourself...

Start hitting.

"Clang clang clang clang clang".

First one hundred and forty strikes, then two hundred and eighty strikes, the entire rhythm transition and improvement only used one eight beats. In an instant, his hand speed frequency perfectly reached two hundred and eighty strikes, accurately and without error. Hit the coveted rhythm, it's a flawless performance.

He sure can do it!

But after only one eight beats, he immediately felt the stiffness of his muscles.

Conditional reflex, he gritted his teeth, refused to give up and refused to compromise, those light brown eyes burst out with cruelty and determination, the wet hair fell down, and the sweat slipped drop by drop, There was a faint smell of blood, and even the brilliance of the pupils slowly brightening could be captured.

But the muscles are getting stiffer and the control is getting weaker and weaker, and together, the body starts to shake again, and unconsciously, it repeats the same mistakes and returns to the old way.

However, this time, he did not give up, and burst out with a stubborn stubbornness to the end, frowning tightly. The blood that reached the tiger's mouth overflowed from both sides of the Band-Aid in a flash, dyeing the Band-Aid into dark red little by little.

A real blood taste.

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