diskusbooks Chapter 1309 What a ruthless mouth!
Chapter 1309 What a ruthless mouth!
Chapter 1309 What a ruthless mouth!
The musician and the craftsman sat on the far side of the group of people in charge of preparing for the performance.
The only person sitting to his left was Chigusa Lala, who had already been squeezed out of the performance list and was not much different from the audience.
To his right sat Genya Domoto and Hansmura, who were constantly talking. In addition to communicating with Hansmura about instrument-related issues, Genya Domoto also acted as a translator between Hansmura and other collaborators, asking questions about volume adjustment and confirming the final calibration time for the instruments. He was very busy.
This makes the musicians sitting on the edge seem particularly lonely and superfluous.
With his hairline already quite high, Pu and Jiang sat silently in their seats, looking up at the magnificent pipe organ illuminated by the lights on the stage. Although they were sitting upright, their figures seemed somewhat hunched.
If one didn't know his true situation beforehand, no one would have thought that such an old man in his twilight years could unleash such astonishing madness and destructive power.
It just goes to show that human potential is indeed limitless; one should never stop learning.
Tang Ze didn't take the initiative to speak, but simply followed his gaze and looked up at the organ on the stage.
Standing on the stage, this entire set of tall instruments already has a great presence. Sitting in the audience, especially in the first row, looking up, the bright, clean instruments covered with patterns are simply enormous.
"So, what do you think? Isn't it beautiful?"
As Tang Ze looked up to observe the organ, Pu Hejiang asked a question.
"Not bad. Quite spectacular," Tang Ze said in a very objective tone.
Having grown accustomed to the praise from both experts and laymen around him, and expecting him to offer further commentary, Pu Hejiang paused for a moment, looking over in surprise: "Is that all? I remember, young man, you seem to be a painter—"
He wasn't very knowledgeable about things outside of music, but his ears were still sharp, and he had heard what Kitagawa Yusuke and Chigusa Lala had said.
A painter praised the pipe organ in a surprisingly simple and unpretentious way, and Pu Hejiang immediately took a liking to him. He turned his head and looked directly at Kitagawa Yusuke.
"Yeah, I'm an artist." Tang Ze looked back at him with a "you know the answer" expression. "It's normal that I can't describe things, since I'm not a writer."
Is this the reason?
Pu He and Jiang Lue seemed disappointed, but Tang Ze changed the subject again: "Besides, even when evaluating works of art, I'm better at abstract painting and emotional expression. Pipe organs fall under the category of architectural design."
Although Tang Ze's actions were somewhat deliberate, what he said was indeed true.
Pipe organs are enormous structures, and no matter where they are built, the overall layout must be planned from the very beginning. Precise construction is also required in the corresponding areas. Otherwise, if problems with the reserved space and visual effect are discovered only after the components have been delivered, it will be too late to make corrections.
Strictly speaking, the pipe organ, as the starting point of architectural design and planning, should be considered part of the architectural field.
"It's just a matter of judging beauty or ugliness." Pu Hejiang was speechless and laughed at his sophistry. "It's not that complicated."
All you need to know is whether it looks good or not.
"If you only look at the organ, it's just so-so. Maybe I'm not familiar with the Rococo style." Tang Ze went along with his words and revealed something the other party wanted to hear.
It's just that this thing ruined my job, is it really that big of a deal? I have to listen to laymen criticize me.
Pu Hejiang's smile deepened upon hearing his casual tone: "Yeah, it's nothing special."
This organ has quite a history; it is said to have been played by Bach.
Of course, with the long-distance transport and dismantling, as well as the decorations made to match the concert hall, it is completely different from the church in Germany in the past. Apart from being a gimmick, it is impossible to see any of its original appearance.
Thinking of this, Pu and Jiang even felt a similar sense of shared suffering from this big machine.
Those who truly understood it have long since vanished with the passage of time. People today may admire its reputation, but as long as there are greater benefits and enough money to be made, it seems there's nothing they can't abandon.
"I'm quite curious, actually. Although I don't know much about this, according to the media, there aren't many pipe organs in Japan." Not wanting to let him comfortably immerse himself in his thoughts, Tang Ze finished his pleasantries and pressed on, "But didn't Mr. Domoto Ikei say he changed careers two years ago? How did he get started? Did he study abroad?"
The sadness that Pu Hejiang had just begun to show on his face froze on his face.
Indeed, no matter how you look at it, this matter is a personal feud between him and Domoto Ikkei.
What he abandoned was Domoto Kazuki, not a pipe organ. Without this instrument, if someone wants to change their main instrument, they can change it whenever they want. You're fixated on this instrument and trying to ruin it, which doesn't make sense.
"Well, you're not in this line of work, so it's normal that you don't know about it." Shoichi's smile faded, and his expression turned serious. "Since there are beginner-level practice pianos, there are naturally organ ones too. They usually use electrical signals to simulate the timbre, but learning one is an extremely expensive thing. Even a decent beginner-level electric organ costs several million yen."
The pipe organ is a musical instrument with a high barrier to entry, and the cost is the first hurdle.
There are quite a few families who can afford to send their children to learn musical instruments if they grit their teeth, but most of them can't afford it.
Learning any musical instrument is not something that can be accomplished overnight. One must be exposed to and practice from childhood in order to have a chance to shine brightly in youth. From this perspective, it is not a rash choice for Domoto Kazuki to wait until his piano skills were perfect before considering learning the organ. He had his own reasons for doing so.
"Oh, a few million yen." To Pu and Takumi's surprise, the young man in front of them showed a look of realization, but his words were even more cutting: "Well, that's not so bad."
"what?"
"That's how art learning is. Before I met my teacher, I used all my income to study painting. Over the years, it added up to more than a few million yen," Tang Ze casually bombarded him with questions.
Yusuke Kitagawa is portrayed as a single-minded, eccentric art student who is obsessed with painting. According to the character's setting, he would starve himself to the point of not being able to eat, which is probably why he would devote all his income to painting.
Even Yusuke Kitagawa, the author of the original work, has reason to believe that the reason he didn't leave Madarame's studio despite being drained of blood like that was probably due to emotional factors, but also because he was worried that the cost of using the same level of painting equipment after leaving this first-rate painter would be prohibitive for poor students.
A few million yen? That's nothing.
Pu Hejiang frowned.
The few angles he chose that would make him feel good about his reflections were all thwarted by this guy from a rather unusual perspective, and by this point, he was starting to feel a bit resentful.
Rather than exchanging experiences or insights, he simply wanted to convince this naive student in front of him.
"You seem to understand Domoto quite well, which would surprise most people. Do you painters really dedicate yourself to a particular style for decades, only to suddenly decide to change styles towards the end of your career?"
"Yes, I do." Tang Ze looked back at him frankly. "My teacher is one. He painted Mount Fuji his whole life, but after his latest works were exhibited at the last exhibition, he felt that he had exhausted all the aspects that could and should be painted, and he's been considering changing his direction recently."
A large part of this is actually the result of the Phantom Thieves changing Kisaragi Mine's heart back then, but there's no need to explain this in detail with the sho and taku.
Pu and Takumi were surprised for a moment, then suspiciously observed Kitagawa Yusuke's expression for a while. They couldn't tell if what he said was true or false, so they could only believe it for the time being, and then they changed their perspective again.
"Perhaps I'm just ignorant. But don't you find that bothersome? After all, you followed him because of his past reputation, didn't you?"
"No, not at all." Tang Ze's expression remained that of a clear-headed, bewildered look. "I don't usually draw Mount Fuji. My teacher has a lot of experience in educating students. My senior classmates draw all sorts of things, and my teacher can teach anything. I haven't felt any impact."
When he said that, Pu and Jiang had nothing to say.
Indeed, Domoto Kazuki's decision to study piano first and then switch careers didn't really affect his students. After all, how many newcomers can develop to the point where they need master-level instruction? Domoto Academy has trained quite a few people in all majors.
Pu Hejiang's brows furrowed, making his face appear even older, but he still refused to give up and continued, "In that case, can you accept it? Doesn't your teacher have an agent or assistant? By doing this, he's essentially abandoning all his past achievements and facing industry scrutiny. Don't you think it's pointless?"
To be more precise, the positioning of the score and the craftsman is actually in this part.
As a tuner, he was always just the pianist's assistant; an assistant cannot make decisions for the performer who is in charge of everything.
"An assistant? I don't think so." Tang Ze stroked his chin. "Painting assistants are only needed by painters who are too tired to complete their works on their own. Generally, only painters who do commercial serials or limited-time commissions need them. My teacher has reached retirement age, but he is in good spirits and climbs mountains every day. Sometimes I can't even keep up with him."
He doesn't need that kind of role.
"Uh————" Knowing only the age of Kisaragi Mine, but not really understanding the details of these issues, Takumi got stuck.
"If I had to name an assistant, I'd say I'm half one now. The teacher mainly needs a personal assistant, but he prefers to manage his house himself and doesn't like others interfering." Tang Ze waved his hand. "Professor Ruyue is already a master painter, with more than enough reputation and respect. If he wants to pursue higher artistic goals or has a new personal direction, I think everyone would be happy to see that."
This is the part of the score and the craftsman that Tang Ze mainly wanted to attack.
Putting aside the fact that Domoto Issei is actually a very loyal and righteous person—you can tell from the fact that he put so much effort into organizing the ceremony and chose students as his students—even if Domoto Issei really acted willfully this time, disregarding his accumulated experience in piano, he just wanted to learn the organ, so what's it to you?
If you can't keep up with his pace and can't learn new things, such as complex organ tuning, your personal ability will decline and even drag down the performer. It's clearly you, the scoremaker and the craftsman, who are suffering.
If we ignore the fact that the score and the craftsman were unaware of their declining performance, and if he had even tried to learn about and understand the organ, truly following in the footsteps of the original author, instead of remaining stuck in the past and unwilling to wake up, things wouldn't have come to this extreme.
By then, Domoto Kazuki might have no choice but to tell him the truth, or he might have sufficient reason to know Domoto Kazuki's true thoughts: his own stubbornness had held Domoto Kazuki back, yet he would blame Domoto Kazuki for drifting further and further away from him.
I really don't understand how he can be so shameless as to harbor such hostility towards Domoto Kazuki.
After listening to Tang Ze's explanation, Pu Hejiang's face indeed flushed slightly, and the addition of some color made him look less dry.
"That's incredibly arrogant of you. It seems you're the most valued of your teacher's disciples, which is why you can ignore these objective difficulties."
Kitagawa Yusuke's words sounded natural, but to Fu and Takumi, they sounded like "Why don't they eat meat porridge?"
Yes, the assistant can only passively follow the choices of the main body, and you, Yusuke Kitagawa, are also part of the main body.
Then who cares about the feelings of the supporters?
"That's true." Tang Ze readily admitted without hesitation, "And the teacher's change of direction might actually have taken me into consideration."
"Huh?" Pu and Jiang, who had already planned out the rhythm of their subsequent attacks, were stunned again.
"To take care of my studies and life so that I have no worries, my teacher has even put my name on his will." Tang Ze continued with that kind of clear expression that could make someone's teeth itch with anger, as if he didn't know how weighty his words were, and just said lightly, "Maybe he wanted to give me a shot in order to help me."
No matter who you pull, it's not as effective as managing from above. The saying goes, "It's better to have 'tiger parents' than 'tiger kids,' and it's better to have a good tutor than to push academic performance." Yusuke Kitagawa really did achieve that level of effortless success.
He spoke lightly, but Pu and Jiang's old faces had already turned a completely different color.
"You, what you're saying is really disrespectful to your teachers and elders—"
"That's what the teacher said herself," Tang Ze added sharply, delivering a scathing retort. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask, since you're sitting here, you're also part of the performance, right? What kind of performance are you doing?"
What kind of performance? He's an administrator.
Sitting to the side, watching helplessly as Pu and Takumi's faces grew increasingly flushed, Kudo Shinichi felt he should get some nitroglycerin.
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What a cruel mouth!