Luo Jiujiang clenched the drumstick tightly.
He turned around and no longer turned his head back, leaving only a slender back for others. Then he leaped high, his arms stretched like a mallet, almost merging with the sticks.
"Boom—" The five-foot drum covered by the buffalo's hide was vigorously knocked.
Drums and drum kits are, after all, different.
The drum set is a Western musical instrument that emerged in the jazz period, and the big drum played by Luo Jiujiang can at least go back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties. If the original pottery drum is included, it can even go back to the Stone Age.
Generally, later-born instruments are smoother in use and technique. Because it has learned the lessons of its predecessors, it will avoid various shortcomings such as the monotony and dullness of the same type of predecessors' musical instruments. Due to the progress of the times, the materials that can be used are also more advanced.
Keluo Jiujiang still chooses dignified drums.
If a musical instrument has survived for thousands of years in the long river of history, it can still not be lost in wars, not replaced by latecomers, and not eliminated by the times, then it must have its own unique expertise.
Happy to express love. Such a musical instrument that has not been annihilated in the torrent of history for thousands of years must be able to repeatedly touch some simple and inseparable feelings in people's hearts.
In the earliest days, drums were played in sacrifices, and it was used to communicate with the heavens and the earth and to please the gods.
Later in the season, the drums of war blew from the east. The so-called one-drum fading again, the dense drum beats should match the horse's hoofs, under the woven felt-like gray cloud, in the yellow sand of Loulan or the snow in Saibei, the drums whispered the victory and defeat of life and death on the battlefield.
Later, it was used for performances. At the staggered banquet, the streets and alleys are noisy and fireworks are like gongs and alleys in the world. On the plateau with thousands of ravines and ravines, and the loess flying like dust, it also sounded in the white-painted walls and faces, pressing the black and blue tiles, and the bamboo poles stretched out a water town six or seven feet away.
From south to north, from east to west, from Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han Dynasties to Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming.
Covered with a layer of tanned solid buffalo hide, ground two boxwood drumsticks. Then, no matter where and when you are, this simple musical instrument will shake out a muffled sound as if it had come from ancient times.
Luo Jiujiang hammered the big drum. He leaps, from top to bottom; he slides, from front to back. The first few sounds were very sparse, as if they were just rumbling elephant hooves beyond the horizon, stepping on the sea from a distant land. The elephant's forehead was covered with gold inlaid green felt, and two ivory provoked sharp gleaming hooves. Pointed, like two unsheathed knives.
Then the drums became denser, like horseshoes being hastily summoned.
One hundred thousand iron hooves came from all directions, as if echoing the call of the flames. The princes from all directions came out of their nests. The beat of the drums was a messy shower, a dull thump of a shoe on the ground. The ending of the high hanging is uncertain, and the sound of the drum makes people panic.
Before the drumming, the two drumsticks that Luo Jiujiang had always held in his palms, and this was the first time they flew up.
Luo Jiujiang's sleeve slid down a section, revealing his sturdy and well-defined wrist. The drumsticks danced nimbly in his ten fingers, moving like a frog between his wrists and arms. The heavy sound is that the head of the mallet slammed into the center of the drum head, and the chaotic sound is that the tail of the mallet swept the body of the red drum finely.
After all, the footsteps of the elephants went from far to near, and finally connected with the horse's hoof. So Luo Jiujiang hit drums of different rhythms at the same time with his left and right hands, and the rolling and dull drums sounded at the same time. The two kinds of drums were harmonious but distinct.
They are torn apart in imagination, gathered on the same giant drum, and merged in reality through different paths. The flying horse leaped over the body of the fallen golden elephant, and the elephant's pillar-like soles stomped on the bones of the divine horse. The collision of soldiers, gold and iron, the burning flames and the thick smoke, gathered in the whistling wind into a low and surging sound.
Frozen drums, mournful winds, bursts of thunder from the horizon.
Yuanyuan is like a stone, and the soldiers are eager to beat the drums.
The sound of horses’ hooves gradually rose, the soldiers faded, and the sound of slaughtering disappeared. The drumbeat that had almost forced people to squeeze their hearts to their chests became calm and joyful, and people were finally able to let go of the unwittingly wrinkled at some point. brow.
After the tragic and majestic sound of the war drums gradually subsided, and a half-moment after the lively sound of the Jia drum symbolizing joy, Luo Jiujiang's drumbeat changed again.
The drumbeat this time is the conquest of the offender who will be punished even if he is far away, the rising dust that is terrifying, the sound of shattering thousands of years of whiteness, and the sound of the sun and the moon coming out.
Luo Jiujiang jumped up again. This time, his figure was almost solidified in mid-air, and the shape was the battle of Oracle bones and the Ge of Fan Jiao Li. The drumhead of the giant drum was visibly concave, and the taut drumhead almost rippled under the most violent beating.
This scene is pure and shocking beauty. The beauty of strength visible to the naked eye lies in Luo Jiujiang's slender legs, strong arms and taut back, in the slight tremor of the drum surface, and in the intoxication of everyone in the audience holding their breath; Beauty emerges in Luo Jiujiang's strong and solid drum beats, in the deep percussion, in the complicated percussion, slamming, smothering and rolling.
How this musical instrument made the ancestors think a thousand years ago, how it makes people's souls linger now. In the low percussion sound, as if there is some kind of eternal spirit emerging from the drum.
It is the horn resounding on all sides, it is the sing song that blows through Loulan, it is the soul of the unyielding God of War, who re-emerges in the iron hoof.
A heavy drum hit, the same pitch as the first sound, announced the end of the performance.
There was a momentary silence in the field, and that was the time it took for the soul to return to its place.
When this drum beat fell, no one could remember Ye Heng a moment ago.
It's not that Ye Heng's drum kit is not good, it's just that it can't be compared with Luo Jiujiang.
Luo Jiujiang's drum, just like his ventriloquism, has reached a certain level and can even conquer laymen who know nothing about it.
The applause sounded half a beat slower, but it was so deadly that it hurt my ears. Across a layer of screens and speakers, those who have not been to the scene cannot intuitively feel the momentum of Luo Jiujiang at that moment, but they must admit that they have been conquered by the drums.
The coffee cup that Shao Lan held earlier was empty at some point. It's not that he can be distracted and drink drinks when Luo Jiujiang is playing. After listening to Luo Jiujiang's war drums, he can almost only feel a steady stream of spirit and insights pouring out from his chest. How can he go against his breath? swallow something.
It was the angle at which he didn't pay attention to the coffee in a trance. The hot brown liquid poured onto the table, then flowed down the polished marble table, and spread drop by drop on the bright floor. The pool of coffee, steaming with the last ray of heat, looked bad and embarrassed.
Although the coffee didn't burn Shao Lang, nor did it stain his clothes, he had already begun to feel that he was as embarrassed as the liquid dripping all over the floor.
He couldn't help but think of the drum he had just heard, and recalled that the camera had found the right angle and swept across Luo Jiujiang's back from top to bottom, revealing his taut waist and back under the jacket tucked into the waistband of his trousers. , The lines that are as capable and beautiful as the sculptures of ancient Greek gods make people feel the purest dazzling and thirst...
There are also the hands that hold the drumsticks, as if they are controlling the sound of thunder. Once upon a time, it could be held in the palm of Shao Lan's palm, kneaded and played, and the slender fingers were slightly shyly curled up, making it impossible to see that such power was condensed inside.
He thought that Shen Qingjiang was just a stand-in, he thought that Shen Qingjiang just had a face similar to Han Qianling.
Wrong, he can be so dazzling, so dazzling.
And he originally held the other party in his hand, but he made a mistake and passed by without seeing...
Shao Lan was slightly distracted, he really couldn't restrain himself, so that he wouldn't think about the high-spirited profile of Luo Jiujiang when the camera looked at Luo Jiujiang from the side.
Ye Heng was invited back to the stage again, he still kept his sunny smile, only his face was a little paler than before.
And Shao Lan looked at Ye Heng through the screen, and even felt a little strange. For a brief second, he couldn't remember who this stencil-like smiling starlet was.
It's as if those well-behaved courtesans and the tenderness who shared the same bed were all smashed away by the drum beat half an hour ago.
…
After the performance, the calculation of on-site and off-site tickets begins.
The votes for Luo Jiujiang or Ye Heng will be counted until the next group's performance is finished.
According to the regulations of the program group, each person outside the venue will have 16 votes, which can be voted for one person or divided into different players.
A voting pop-up window popped up on Shao Lan's live web page, which was an inquiry about the voting intentions of the previous game. Shao Lan almost didn't even look at it, so he clicked the mouse to the latter without hesitation, and directly voted all sixteen votes for Luo Jiujiang.
At the scene of the game, Ye Heng didn't know anything about it.
He retreated to the stage, and withdrew the perfect smile on his face. Thinking of Luo Jiujiang's performance this time, and the undecided number of votes, his heart suddenly became annoyed.
He is not Xu Liangan, and he has no sense at all after being picked up and fried by fans on the Internet. Ye Heng still has self-knowledge, he knows how much the difference between his drum level and Luo Jiujiang is.
If you compare the level of craftsmanship, this is not the difference between an "apprentice" and a "craftsman", it is completely a master hanging up a child.
Ye Heng knew that he didn't need to think about the audience tickets at the scene. Only the live broadcast fan tickets launched outside the venue are the big ones that you can get.
The program of Dream Producer was originally similar to the training of trainees of the men's team. Ye Heng, an artist who had already debuted, turned around and came back to participate in this kind of show, which is already a self-demotion. If he still loses the first game... Needless to say, Ye Heng can already imagine how ugly the outside world will be.
But fortunately, he has fans and voting navy.
Yes, his skills are vastly different from Luo Jiujiang's; that's right, let alone a musician, anyone with ears knows who the winner should be. but…
The eyes of the masses may be really sharp, but the number of votes on the Internet is not.
If the navy was dispatched and cast a vote for Ye Hengsheng over Luo Jiujiang, he would indeed be scolded as a shady person. But this pot show team must be with him, so Ye Heng's pressure is a lot less.
Moreover, for such programs, ticket swiping becomes more rampant in the later stages, and Ye Heng's deeds will eventually be submerged in the vast ocean of ticket swiping, and there will be no trace.
Passers-by are all goldfish brains, and at most Luo Jiujiang's fans are thinking about this matter.
If he loses, it will be a real shame. Even irrelevant people will come and step on it twice if they know the news.
Ye Heng thought of that scene, and a cold smile escaped from the corner of his lips. He moved his neck and loosened another button on his sequined waistcoat.
He awaits the final vote.