Chapter 1392: 1392
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The corners of Andrew's mouth are rising slightly. He tried very hard to conceal his pride and excitement, but the nineteen-year-old youth still makes the corners of his slightly pursed mouth nowhere to be seen, the kind of excitement that kind of youthful youth is right at the time The vigor stretched out between the eyebrows, as if he already had the world.
Sitting in front of the drum set, Andrew could clearly feel the attention rushing from all directions, but the nervousness was gone. He believed that he was special, and he believed that Fletcher saw his own. Talent, he believes that he can occupy a place here. He believes he is a genius! Destined to shine on the stage!
At this moment, it is his luminous moment. He can even imagine the scene of shining in the audience and thunderous applause after his performance.
"Very well, gangs,'whip'." Fletcher walked into the classroom, his whole person in a relaxed and relaxed posture, motioned for everyone, and then cast his gaze towards Andrew, "Slow down. Point, okay? Neiman? Just do your best." There is even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which is far from the demonic image just now, like Mu Chun/feng, showing the kindness of a father. , It seems that he looks at Andrew differently.
Andrew showed a shallow smile, slightly shy, trying hard to express his humility, but the pride and pride in the depths of his eyes still uncontrollably surged.
But immediately, Andrew grabbed the drumsticks and got ready. He noticed a small detail: After Fletcher made sure that his preparations were complete, he withdrew his gaze and said formally, "Go."
Therefore, he is indeed special.
"Five six seven... go."
With an order from Fletcher, Andrew withdrew all his attention and began to beat the drums. The first part was not too difficult. Andrew unconsciously mumbled to himself and counted the beats deep in his throat, "2-3 -2", the hand muscles are slightly tight, the rhythm is more crisp, and step on the beat steadily.
The whole rhythm is uniform and stable, and is completed in strict accordance with the score. As a result, it lacks a little personal characteristic and style, and also lacks some emotional injection and interpretation. It can be said to be quite satisfactory and closer to the teaching template. But Andrew didn't dare to relax at all. At the very beginning, ensuring that his rhythm is accurate is the most important thing.
Inadvertently, Fletcher's voice came in his ear, "I have played a little drum here."
To understand it literally, this sentence is "adding flowers to fill", which means that when you pass the door, add a flower to the drum rhythm. Don't stick to the rhythm form rigidly. Give the performance more skills and emotions instead of being cold. An intuitive understanding of the musical notes and melody is to inject personal characteristics, rather than a regular and basic performance.
Andrew glanced slightly out of his gaze, and then saw Fletcher's movements, motioning him to add a little trick here. This reminded Andrew of their first meeting. He practiced repeatedly in the practice room after class, but unexpectedly met Fletcher. At the time, Fletcher didn't say much, but nodded in affirmation.
And those encouraging words from Fletcher during the break just now.
Does this mean that his talent and talent are what Fletcher values most? His own characteristics and colors are the reasons for Fletcher to choose himself?
Andrew's confidence could not help but rise. Wrist movements and finger tremors were slightly changed in cleverness, and the steady rhythm suddenly began to become more vigorous.
He raised his head and looked at Fletcher from the corner of his line of sight, like a canine animal seeking his owner's attention, with a hint of uncertainty still faintly.
Fletcher supported his left hand with his right hand, resting his cheek in his left hand, and gently tapping his head. He seemed to be enjoying the performance this time. The unfolded eyebrows and the raised corners of the mouth seemed extremely relaxed, just like an ordinary audience. Listening to the jazz performance is just like listening to the jazz performance, really immersed in it and wandering freely.
Fletcher's reaction greatly encouraged Andrew.
So, Andrew tried his best and used all the tricks he knew. He completely used this place as his stage of blooming, because the muscles were too strong, so that the shoulders and upper body were also shaking. It's as if the whole person is immersed in the sea of jazz music, and the feeling of being like a fish in water, being natural, and blending together creates an illusion: the illusion that the musical notes are in your own hands.
At this moment, Andrew felt that he was the **** who rules the music!
Fletcher spread his hands wide and exclaimed, "This is the incarnation of Buddy Ricky!"
The smile at the corner of Andrew's mouth could not help but rose. He is Buddy Ricky! He is Buddy Ricky! The youthful and vigorous vitality was like the golden sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning, scorching hot and dazzling, even Apollo was eclipsed, the pride and pride wafted slowly between his eyebrows, but he still told himself: Humility, I must remain humble.
So, Andrew tried his best to reduce his smile, and once again devoted himself to the performance, more and more hard, more and more fancy, used all his best to show himself, as if this is his solo concert, other bands The teammates seem to be reduced to the background, setting off his brilliance.
But Fletcher’s smile stopped on his lips. Suddenly he lifted his right hand, made a fist gesture, and cut off the entire band’s performance. Only Andrew’s drums were still ringing, just slowly. After half a beat, Andrew also paused and looked at Fletcher in confusion.
Fletcher pursed the corners of his mouth vigorously, as if he was thinking seriously, and then pointed out in a gentle and friendly manner, "There was a little problem there just now. Go back to the seventeenth bar."
Seventeen bars? Andrew is unclear. So, isn't his performance praised and recognized?
Afterwards, Fletcher returned to his command seat again, raised his right hand, and scanned the audience. Finally, his gaze fell on Andrew, "Ready. Five, six, seven... go."
Andrew threw himself into playing again.
His upper body has been faintly exerting force, and it seems that he only needs to exert more muscle force to correct the "problem" just now; but deep in his heart, he is a little unsure, because he can't hear the problem. As a result, his eyes were firmly locked on Fletcher's figure: Could it be that there were too many tricks just now? Or is the force just not accurate enough?
You can clearly see that Andrew's hitting movements are a bit stiff, and his control has become weak, but he is working hard to make adjustments and make corrections according to his own ideas.
But the smile on Fletcher's face was disappearing little by little, and then he clenched his right fist again and stopped playing.
Fletcher pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, as if he had pinched an invisible beat with three fingers, his expression was slightly serious, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was still gentle, and said seductively, "It doesn't fit my rhythm. "
Andrew was slightly stunned, his pride and pride quietly disappeared into the depths of his pupils, replaced by a trace of solemnity and confusion: "My rhythm?" What exactly is Fletcher's rhythm like? How should he fit Fletcher's rhythm?
Fletcher didn't pause, and then said, "One more time. Five, six, seven... go."
Andrew had to withdraw his thoughts and concentrate, all his attention was concentrated, and he hit the drum again, but before the first four beats were over, Fletcher clenched his right fist again and interrupted. Playing, unknowingly, Fletcher's footsteps were approaching little by little.
"The first beat of the eighteenth measure stepped out the accent (downbeat-on-18)." Fletcher taught hand in hand, "Do it again. Five, six, seven...go!"
Andrew was a bit at a loss, some shy, some embarrassed, some embarrassed, but he still pretended to nodded nonchalantly, indicating that he understood, and then started playing again~www.novelhall.com~ This time he finished the first four. But Fletcher shook his head for the first time, and shook his head again and again. When the second four beats just started, Fletcher clenched his fists again and interrupted the performance. The third sixteenth note in four beats (bar-17, the-and-of-4)."
It’s very delicate 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 A beat is divided into four small dots, and each syllable represents a quarter note. If it is placed in a complete four beats, then each note is a sixteenth note.
In Fletcher's words, the "and" syllable in the fourth beat is specifically referred to, 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 "Whip" is a seven-beat rhythm, so the permutation and combination in each beat are different. The cyclical combination of two beats, three beats and two beats is subdivided into a sixteenth note , The control of rhythm has become extremely delicate. It can be described vividly as:
The difference in the thickness of a strand of hair.
Fletcher's words made Andrew even more nervous, his brows frowned slightly unconsciously, and countless question marks were constantly echoing in his mind:
At what point should the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat be stepped on? More compact? Still more procrastinating? Wait, didn't Fletcher just praised himself as Buddy Ricky? So what went wrong now? Oops, I got embarrassed in front of the other members of the band, just like the chief trombone just now. Wouldn't he do the same?
"Five six seven, go!"
Fletcher gave orders again.
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The corners of Andrew's mouth are rising slightly. He tried very hard to conceal his pride and excitement, but the nineteen-year-old youth still makes the corners of his slightly pursed mouth nowhere to be seen, the kind of excitement that kind of youthful youth is right at the time The vigor stretched out between the eyebrows, as if he already had the world.
Sitting in front of the drum set, Andrew could clearly feel the attention rushing from all directions, but the nervousness was gone. He believed that he was special, and he believed that Fletcher saw his own. Talent, he believes that he can occupy a place here. He believes he is a genius! Destined to shine on the stage!
At this moment, it is his luminous moment. He can even imagine the scene of shining in the audience and thunderous applause after his performance.
"Very well, gangs,'whip'." Fletcher walked into the classroom, his whole person in a relaxed and relaxed posture, motioned for everyone, and then cast his gaze towards Andrew, "Slow down. Point, okay? Neiman? Just do your best." There is even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which is far from the demonic image just now, like Mu Chun/feng, showing the kindness of a father. , It seems that he looks at Andrew differently.
Andrew showed a shallow smile, slightly shy, trying hard to express his humility, but the pride and pride in the depths of his eyes still uncontrollably surged.
But immediately, Andrew grabbed the drumsticks and got ready. He noticed a small detail: After Fletcher made sure that his preparations were complete, he withdrew his gaze and said formally, "Go."
Therefore, he is indeed special.
"Five six seven... go."
With an order from Fletcher, Andrew withdrew all his attention and began to beat the drums. The first part was not too difficult. Andrew unconsciously mumbled to himself and counted the beats deep in his throat, "2-3 -2", the hand muscles are slightly tight, the rhythm is more crisp, and step on the beat steadily.
The whole rhythm is uniform and stable, and is completed in strict accordance with the score. As a result, it lacks a little personal characteristic and style, and also lacks some emotional injection and interpretation. It can be said to be quite satisfactory and closer to the teaching template. But Andrew didn't dare to relax at all. At the very beginning, ensuring that his rhythm is accurate is the most important thing.
Inadvertently, Fletcher's voice came in his ear, "I have played a little drum here."
To understand it literally, this sentence is "adding flowers to fill", which means that when you pass the door, add a flower to the drum rhythm. Don't stick to the rhythm form rigidly. Give the performance more skills and emotions instead of being cold. An intuitive understanding of the musical notes and melody is to inject personal characteristics, rather than a regular and basic performance.
Andrew glanced slightly out of his gaze, and then saw Fletcher's movements, motioning him to add a little trick here. This reminded Andrew of their first meeting. He practiced repeatedly in the practice room after class, but unexpectedly met Fletcher. At the time, Fletcher didn't say much, but nodded in affirmation.
And those encouraging words from Fletcher during the break just now.
Does this mean that his talent and talent are what Fletcher values most? His own characteristics and colors are the reasons for Fletcher to choose himself?
Andrew's confidence could not help but rise. Wrist movements and finger tremors were slightly changed in cleverness, and the steady rhythm suddenly began to become more vigorous.
He raised his head and looked at Fletcher from the corner of his line of sight, like a canine animal seeking his owner's attention, with a hint of uncertainty still faintly.
Fletcher supported his left hand with his right hand, resting his cheek in his left hand, and gently tapping his head. He seemed to be enjoying the performance this time. The unfolded eyebrows and the raised corners of the mouth seemed extremely relaxed, just like an ordinary audience. Listening to the jazz performance is just like listening to the jazz performance, really immersed in it and wandering freely.
Fletcher's reaction greatly encouraged Andrew.
So, Andrew tried his best and used all the tricks he knew. He completely used this place as his stage of blooming, because the muscles were too strong, so that the shoulders and upper body were also shaking. It's as if the whole person is immersed in the sea of jazz music, and the feeling of being like a fish in water, being natural, and blending together creates an illusion: the illusion that the musical notes are in your own hands.
At this moment, Andrew felt that he was the **** who rules the music!
Fletcher spread his hands wide and exclaimed, "This is the incarnation of Buddy Ricky!"
The smile at the corner of Andrew's mouth could not help but rose. He is Buddy Ricky! He is Buddy Ricky! The youthful and vigorous vitality was like the golden sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning, scorching hot and dazzling, even Apollo was eclipsed, the pride and pride wafted slowly between his eyebrows, but he still told himself: Humility, I must remain humble.
So, Andrew tried his best to reduce his smile, and once again devoted himself to the performance, more and more hard, more and more fancy, used all his best to show himself, as if this is his solo concert, other bands The teammates seem to be reduced to the background, setting off his brilliance.
But Fletcher’s smile stopped on his lips. Suddenly he lifted his right hand, made a fist gesture, and cut off the entire band’s performance. Only Andrew’s drums were still ringing, just slowly. After half a beat, Andrew also paused and looked at Fletcher in confusion.
Fletcher pursed the corners of his mouth vigorously, as if he was thinking seriously, and then pointed out in a gentle and friendly manner, "There was a little problem there just now. Go back to the seventeenth bar."
Seventeen bars? Andrew is unclear. So, isn't his performance praised and recognized?
Afterwards, Fletcher returned to his command seat again, raised his right hand, and scanned the audience. Finally, his gaze fell on Andrew, "Ready. Five, six, seven... go."
Andrew threw himself into playing again.
His upper body has been faintly exerting force, and it seems that he only needs to exert more muscle force to correct the "problem" just now; but deep in his heart, he is a little unsure, because he can't hear the problem. As a result, his eyes were firmly locked on Fletcher's figure: Could it be that there were too many tricks just now? Or is the force just not accurate enough?
You can clearly see that Andrew's hitting movements are a bit stiff, and his control has become weak, but he is working hard to make adjustments and make corrections according to his own ideas.
But the smile on Fletcher's face was disappearing little by little, and then he clenched his right fist again and stopped playing.
Fletcher pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, as if he had pinched an invisible beat with three fingers, his expression was slightly serious, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was still gentle, and said seductively, "It doesn't fit my rhythm. "
Andrew was slightly stunned, his pride and pride quietly disappeared into the depths of his pupils, replaced by a trace of solemnity and confusion: "My rhythm?" What exactly is Fletcher's rhythm like? How should he fit Fletcher's rhythm?
Fletcher didn't pause, and then said, "One more time. Five, six, seven... go."
Andrew had to withdraw his thoughts and concentrate, all his attention was concentrated, and he hit the drum again, but before the first four beats were over, Fletcher clenched his right fist again and interrupted. Playing, unknowingly, Fletcher's footsteps were approaching little by little.
"The first beat of the eighteenth measure stepped out the accent (downbeat-on-18)." Fletcher taught hand in hand, "Do it again. Five, six, seven...go!"
Andrew was a bit at a loss, some shy, some embarrassed, some embarrassed, but he still pretended to nodded nonchalantly, indicating that he understood, and then started playing again~www.novelhall.com~ This time he finished the first four. But Fletcher shook his head for the first time, and shook his head again and again. When the second four beats just started, Fletcher clenched his fists again and interrupted the performance. The third sixteenth note in four beats (bar-17, the-and-of-4)."
It’s very delicate 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 A beat is divided into four small dots, and each syllable represents a quarter note. If it is placed in a complete four beats, then each note is a sixteenth note.
In Fletcher's words, the "and" syllable in the fourth beat is specifically referred to, 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 "Whip" is a seven-beat rhythm, so the permutation and combination in each beat are different. The cyclical combination of two beats, three beats and two beats is subdivided into a sixteenth note , The control of rhythm has become extremely delicate. It can be described vividly as:
The difference in the thickness of a strand of hair.
Fletcher's words made Andrew even more nervous, his brows frowned slightly unconsciously, and countless question marks were constantly echoing in his mind:
At what point should the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat be stepped on? More compact? Still more procrastinating? Wait, didn't Fletcher just praised himself as Buddy Ricky? So what went wrong now? Oops, I got embarrassed in front of the other members of the band, just like the chief trombone just now. Wouldn't he do the same?
"Five six seven, go!"
Fletcher gave orders again.
The corners of Andrew's mouth are rising slightly. He tried very hard to conceal his pride and excitement, but the nineteen-year-old youth still makes the corners of his slightly pursed mouth nowhere to be seen, the kind of excitement that kind of youthful youth is right at the time The vigor stretched out between the eyebrows, as if he already had the world.Sitting in front of the drum set, Andrew could clearly feel the attention rushing from all directions, but the nervousness was gone. He believed that he was special, and he believed that Fletcher saw his own. Talent, he believes that he can occupy a place here. He believes he is a genius! Destined to shine on the stage!At this moment, it is his luminous moment. He can even imagine the scene of shining in the audience and thunderous applause after his performance."Very well, gangs,'whip'." Fletcher walked into the classroom, his whole person in a relaxed and relaxed posture, motioned for everyone, and then cast his gaze towards Andrew, "Slow down. Point, okay? Neiman? Just do your best." There is even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which is far from the demonic image just now, like Mu Chun/feng, showing the kindness of a father. , It seems that he looks at Andrew differently.Andrew showed a shallow smile, slightly shy, trying hard to express his humility, but the pride and pride in the depths of his eyes still uncontrollably surged.But immediately, Andrew grabbed the drumsticks and got ready. He noticed a small detail: After Fletcher made sure that his preparations were complete, he withdrew his gaze and said formally, "Go."Therefore, he is indeed special."Five six seven... go."With an order from Fletcher, Andrew withdrew all his attention and began to beat the drums. The first part was not too difficult. Andrew unconsciously mumbled to himself and counted the beats deep in his throat, "2-3 -2", the hand muscles are slightly tight, the rhythm is more crisp, and step on the beat steadily.The whole rhythm is uniform and stable, and is completed in strict accordance with the score. As a result, it lacks a little personal characteristic and style, and also lacks some emotional injection and interpretation. It can be said to be quite satisfactory and closer to the teaching template. But Andrew didn't dare to relax at all. At the very beginning, ensuring that his rhythm is accurate is the most important thing.Inadvertently, Fletcher's voice came in his ear, "I have played a little drum here."To understand it literally, this sentence is "adding flowers to fill", which means that when you pass the door, add a flower to the drum rhythm. Don't stick to the rhythm form rigidly. Give the performance more skills and emotions instead of being cold. An intuitive understanding of the musical notes and melody is to inject personal characteristics, rather than a regular and basic performance.Andrew glanced slightly out of his gaze, and then saw Fletcher's movements, motioning him to add a little trick here. This reminded Andrew of their first meeting. He practiced repeatedly in the practice room after class, but unexpectedly met Fletcher. At the time, Fletcher didn't say much, but nodded in affirmation.And those encouraging words from Fletcher during the break just now.Does this mean that his talent and talent are what Fletcher values most? His own characteristics and colors are the reasons for Fletcher to choose himself?Andrew's confidence could not help but rise. Wrist movements and finger tremors were slightly changed in cleverness, and the steady rhythm suddenly began to become more vigorous.He raised his head and looked at Fletcher from the corner of his line of sight, like a canine animal seeking his owner's attention, with a hint of uncertainty still faintly.Fletcher supported his left hand with his right hand, resting his cheek in his left hand, and gently tapping his head. He seemed to be enjoying the performance this time. The unfolded eyebrows and the raised corners of the mouth seemed extremely relaxed, just like an ordinary audience. Listening to the jazz performance is just like listening to the jazz performance, really immersed in it and wandering freely.Fletcher's reaction greatly encouraged Andrew.So, Andrew tried his best and used all the tricks he knew. He completely used this place as his stage of blooming, because the muscles were too strong, so that the shoulders and upper body were also shaking. It's as if the whole person is immersed in the sea of jazz music, and the feeling of being like a fish in water, being natural, and blending together creates an illusion: the illusion that the musical notes are in your own hands.At this moment, Andrew felt that he was the **** who rules the music!Fletcher spread his hands wide and exclaimed, "This is the incarnation of Buddy Ricky!"The smile at the corner of Andrew's mouth could not help but rose. He is Buddy Ricky! He is Buddy Ricky! The youthful and vigorous vitality was like the golden sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning, scorching hot and dazzling, even Apollo was eclipsed, the pride and pride wafted slowly between his eyebrows, but he still told himself: Humility, I must remain humble.So, Andrew tried his best to reduce his smile, and once again devoted himself to the performance, more and more hard, more and more fancy, used all his best to show himself, as if this is his solo concert, other bands The teammates seem to be reduced to the background, setting off his brilliance.But Fletcher's smile stopped on his lips. Suddenly he lifted his right hand, made a fist gesture, and cut off the entire band's performance. Only Andrew's drums were still ringing, just slowly. After half a beat, Andrew also paused and looked at Fletcher in confusion.Fletcher pursed the corners of his mouth vigorously, as if he was thinking seriously, and then pointed out in a gentle and friendly manner, "There was a little problem there just now. Go back to the seventeenth bar."Seventeen bars? Andrew is unclear. So, isn't his performance praised and recognized?Afterwards, Fletcher returned to his command seat again, raised his right hand, and scanned the audience. Finally, his gaze fell on Andrew, "Ready. Five, six, seven... go."Andrew threw himself into playing again.His upper body has been faintly exerting force, and it seems that he only needs to exert more muscle force to correct the "problem" just now; but deep in his heart, he is a little unsure, because he can't hear the problem. As a result, his eyes were firmly locked on Fletcher's figure: Could it be that there were too many tricks just now? Or is the force just not accurate enough?You can clearly see that Andrew's hitting movements are a bit stiff, and his control has become weak, but he is working hard to make adjustments and make corrections according to his own ideas.But the smile on Fletcher's face was disappearing little by little, and then he clenched his right fist again and stopped playing.Fletcher pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, as if he had pinched an invisible beat with three fingers, his expression was slightly serious, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was still gentle, and said seductively, "It doesn't fit my rhythm. "Andrew was slightly stunned, his pride and pride quietly disappeared into the depths of his pupils, replaced by a trace of solemnity and confusion: "My rhythm?" What exactly is Fletcher's rhythm like? How should he fit Fletcher's rhythm?Fletcher didn't pause, and then said, "One more time. Five, six, seven... go."Andrew had to withdraw his thoughts and concentrate, all his attention was concentrated, and he hit the drum again, but before the first four beats were over, Fletcher clenched his right fist again and interrupted. Playing, unknowingly, Fletcher's footsteps were approaching little by little."The first beat of the eighteenth measure stepped out the accent downbeat-on-18." Fletcher taught hand in hand, "Do it again. Five, six, seven...go!"Andrew was a bit at a loss, some shy, some embarrassed, some embarrassed, but he still pretended to nodded nonchalantly, indicating that he understood, and then started playing again~www.novelhall.com~ This time he finished the first four. But Fletcher shook his head for the first time, and shook his head again and again. When the second four beats just started, Fletcher clenched his fists again and interrupted the performance. The third sixteenth note in four beats bar-17, the-and-of-4."It's very delicate 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 A beat is divided into four small dots, and each syllable represents a quarter note. If it is placed in a complete four beats, then each note is a sixteenth note.In Fletcher's words, the "and" syllable in the fourth beat is specifically referred to, 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 "Whip" is a seven-beat rhythm, so the permutation and combination in each beat are different. The cyclical combination of two beats, three beats and two beats is subdivided into a sixteenth note , The control of rhythm has become extremely delicate. It can be described vividly as:The difference in the thickness of a strand of hair.Fletcher's words made Andrew even more nervous, his brows frowned slightly unconsciously, and countless question marks were constantly echoing in his mind:At what point should the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat be stepped on? More compact? Still more procrastinating? Wait, didn't Fletcher just praised himself as Buddy Ricky? So what went wrong now? Oops, I got embarrassed in front of the other members of the band, just like the chief trombone just now. Wouldn't he do the same?"Five six seven, go!"Fletcher gave orders again.
