Chapter 20 Interesting, but not enough

"You probably want to talk to me about Chopin? I actually like some of your things very much, such as that place."

Argerich raised his head and hummed a little of the melody from the middle part of Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 1, then tapped the Fu tune and raised his finger.

"That place plays very well and has a lot of feeling, doesn't it? I like that place very much! It gives me a very wonderful feeling, very free, and a sense of boundlessness, just like...the sea? But, you played it

Not Chopin, but yourself!"

"No matter how much you want to express yourself, you at least need to bring out the feeling of Chopin. What you want to play is your Chopin, not just..."

"you."

Argerich stood up, tapped Fu Tiao lightly, looked at it with interest, and clicked his tongue twice.

"But your music is indeed interesting. If I were young, I might have liked your kind of music. Now that I'm old, I still prefer something a little more mature."

Fu Diao seemed to hear a faint sigh coming from the room next to him, and seemed very helpless.

Fu Diao thought for a moment and did not continue to ask questions on this matter. After all, it was obvious that he was joking with him.

"If you still have any questions, you can ask now. After today, I won't necessarily be free. There are a lot of performances this year. I will go to Paris in a few days. Did I just go to Paris?

Did I tell you? After Paris is over, I will probably go to Barenboim, he and I have a concert, and then go to Japan, and, well, where are you going?"

"I hear confusion in your music. You are wondering how Chopin should be played. You are thinking about why those people have Chopin in their music. You question why those people feel what you don't. In fact, in the end

The simple reason is... you don't have a concrete image of Chopin."

The sound of the piano was extremely soft, and Argerich's voice was equally soft.

"Listen again, this is Chopin's Polonaise!"

"Thank you so much."

"It's okay. I came here to find you because I thought your music was a bit interesting." Argerich also smiled. She picked up a potato chip and threw it into her mouth. She said vaguely to Fu Diao: "Let's talk casually.

Just play it, it’s a normal academic exchange, don’t take it too seriously.”

"Listen! Listen to music, listen to Chopin, listen with your ears and brain, let your emotions fluctuate with the music, keep your ears restrained, and listen to what Chopin wants to express in the music."

It only has its shape but no bones.

There is no Chopin in his music. All the music he heard were just notes copied by his ears and eyes.

Then, there are mazurkas, polonaises, sonatas, and concertos.

Argerich put down his hand with great ease, and the music instantly started.

These are all challenges.

His favorite way to increase the difficulty is to observe the people sitting around, guess their thoughts, and then use the music area to express their emotions.

"Everything can be changed, but Chopin will not change. Chopin is the skeleton, which builds up the skeleton of a work. With this skeleton, you can play more perfectly with less effort.

s work."

Her fingers are almost dancing on the piano, constantly preforming variations, allowing the music to jump to another piece at a suitable place.

"I...can probably understand..."

He couldn't wait to understand everything in the music.

In fact, he has always played like this because he used to play jazz.

Play casually, let your mind relax, and play the way you like.

Argerich made it very clear. He finally figured out where his shortcomings were.

"Wait, something's wrong, do I have so many performances this year?"

That's...her Chopin.

What may be better about him than those beginners is that his basic skills are invincible.

"Chopin is actually very simple, at least for me, Chopin is actually very simple, because Chopin is there."

Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 1, the one Fu just tuned.

This was the reason why he came to find Argerich.

However, there is one thing that runs through it all.

"For example...this!"

"Chopin, in your music, what kind of feeling should he express? Or...what kind of person do you think Chopin is? What's the logic to support your thinking?"

"Can you understand what I'm thinking? Or do you want me to say it to you again in another language? Deutsch (German)? Espaol (Spanish)? Português (Portuguese)? Franais (French)?"

The most important question now is...

However, it is limited to the surface.

If he competes in jazz, he may be invincible in the world now, but if he competes with pure classical music, which has been involuted to the extreme, he is like a beginner.

What he plays is himself, not the music created by the composer.

"music!"

Each piece was not played for a particularly long time, but only the beginning, a very familiar melody was played.

However, Argerich did not answer directly, but stood up and asked Fu Tiao to make room. She sat directly on the piano bench, turned to Fu Tiao and spread her hands.

Fu Diao nodded slightly. He turned around and walked to the window. He looked at the bright lights outside the window and couldn't help but think deeply.

"So how should I play my Chopin?" Fu Diao immediately asked: "In other words... what is my Chopin? What does my Chopin mean? How should I express it?"

A small part of Chopin's First Piano Ballade.

Fu Tiao turned to Argerich and smiled.

"What kind of feeling does he want to express in his music?"

"There are many more..."

He was very familiar with jazz, but classical music was a field that he had not delved into before. When he really got into it, he discovered the beauty of it.

Argerich suddenly woke up, quickly stood up from the sofa, and walked around the room with his hands folded, his expression extremely anxious.

"Listen, in my music, what is Chopin? Or... Who is Chopin? What did he go through? And why did he write such a work?"

"Listen, this is Chopin's Ballade."

Argerich smiled and raised his hand, patted the skirt, returned to her sofa, dug out from the sofa, took out a can of potato chips, opened it, pinched a piece, and faced Fu

Tiao raised his eyebrows and waved his hand.

"Everyone's Chopin is different, but everyone's Chopin is the same."

Argerich raised his head and thought about it, and finally shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later during the performance and see the specific situation."

Listen carefully, think carefully, and study carefully.

"No, I have to practice the piano. I have to practice the piano. It seems that I haven't practiced the piano for a long time. I have to practice the piano..."

"Performance? No, no, no, you have to understand why you play like this before you talk about performance, you know? There is only your own imagination in your music. You think Chopin should be like this, and then you

Just play it like that, and you're completely unexamined."

"All of Chopin's historical experiences are placed there, and his thoughts and feelings when writing this piece are also placed there."

But as for the depth of understanding of classical music, he is really still at the beginning.

Argerich raised his hand, one hand leaped across the keyboard, playing the main melody of both hands, while the other hand swayed slightly in the air, trying to inspire Fu Tiao's emotions.

"I'm going to Paris and Jung Myung-hun later, and then Daniel Barenboim, and then... ah! Seiji Ozawa's birthday this year, I have booked a performance for his birthday! Also, also

have……"

What is the most important thing about jazz? Improvisation!

"Just like..."

Argerich's hand did not stop, he picked up the hand he had let go before, put it on the piano, and made a modulation, and the music changed instantly.

Argerich suddenly froze, and her expression became extremely serious. She looked at Fu Diao... the piano next to her, walked up quickly, and immediately started playing with great seriousness before Fu Diao could speak.

"Listen, this is Chopin's etude."

“You must first establish a clear enough image of Chopin in your own mind, and then substitute your Chopin image into it. At that time, you will be able to understand what your Chopin is and why that is your Chopin.

"

Her fingers were flying on the piano, playing at a fast speed, and the voice in her mouth gradually became quieter.

Due to the heavy performance tasks this year and the fact that she hadn't practiced the piano for a long time, she became extremely anxious. Therefore, she quickly fell on the piano and gradually forgot everything around her.

Another sigh came from the side, seeming even more helpless.

Fu Tiao turned his gaze and saw a woman who looked very similar to Argerich standing at the door, folding her hands and shaking her head slightly.
Chapter completed!