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Book introduction
The French young man without arms
Embrace the world with music
You can blow the French trumpet without hands!
2014 German ECHO Classical Music Award Winner
Felix.Clize uses life certificate,
Strong will and decide the possibility!
Felix.Clizzard ranked among the world's best young French horn players, from Berlin Philharmonic chief conductor Latto to rock star Sting, who all appointed him to perform on the same stage and travel around the world.For him, it has become irrelevant to the fact that he has no arms at birth and has to play the French horn with his feet.
Through humorous and relaxed ways, Felix.In this autobiography, Clizzo describes his unusual life experiences and reveals the ordinary daily life that is no different from ordinary people on the stage of the musician.He uses his own story to tell us how to be true to our life goals in the face of physical incompleteness, turn the impossible into possibilities, and live a wonderful life.
About the Author:
Felix.Felix Klieser
Born in Göttingen, Germany in 1991 (Göttingen), at the age of thirteen, he entered the Hannover University of Music to study the French horn.He has performed under the command of Sir Simon Rattle, Mario Venzago, Dennis Russel Danies, and has accompanied the rock star Stin's tour in Germany.As soon as his first album "Reveries" was released in 2013, it received high praise and won the 2014 German Newcomer Award for the Newcomer of the Year Award, which won attention from all parties.
Celine.Raul (Céline Lauer)
Born in Saarland in 1989.He has received professional training in journalism at Axel Springer Akademie and has written articles for Die Welt, Die Welt am Sonntag and Die Zeit online.Currently, as a reporter, he offers courses such as social media and digital story creation at German Public Television II (ZDF) and other places, and studies European ethnology and sociology.He currently lives in Berlin.
Introduction to translator
Luo Junan
He is from Keelung, Taiwan, with a master's degree in the Institute of Philosophy at Tsinghua University. He has lived in Germany for many years.Now a free translator.
Table of contents
preface Felix.Clizzo
Recommendation Agent Liu Youci
Chapter One Pursuing perfection
Chapter two Little Ghost learns French name
third chapter Body Feelings
Chapter Four My naughty childhood
chapter Five Hand of the Horn
Chapter Six Life every bit
Chapter VII D-Day
chapter eight House of the City Concert
Chapter nine Life
Text review
Chapter One Pursuing perfection
That's exactly what it feels like.At this moment, everything is perfectly coordinated, and every music is exuding oneself.This is a unified moment that is difficult to find and is more difficult to describe.It's like stopping for a moment before flawlessness when you're going to finish the last small piece of a huge puzzle.This is impeccable harmony: with the French horn, I can only turn the notes into musical notes in this way, and there is nothing else to do.It seems that among all the interpretation possibilities, I have found the most perfect one.It feels like music is not just played, but is pushed to perfection and ends.
This is exactly what I pursue.
To record my first album, I left my comfort zone and was confined to a space capsule.It is difficult to describe this spatial transformation in other ways.The original sofa chairs and cats have become concert halls that can accommodate 400 people but no seats are placed, like a disc-like object that breaks away from everything and floats in the building: this space is suspended on a spring, and through such a device, sound can be completely isolated.That is, the sound will not come from outside, and vice versa.If a German Leopard tank passed outside, we would never hear a loud noise inside, and the sound would be completely bounced away.
I am in Studio 2 of Bayerischer Rundfunk, a lobby for chamber music.I saw a black Stanway piano, microphone, and a movable wall that could reflect or absorb sound on the stage.I sat in a chair and would spend most of my time here for the next four days.I stood up and looked in two directions: looking along my right shoulder, there was a main control room full of glass on the outside, half standing on the wall; and the red signal light that was turned on during recording and had a piston-shaped appearance.The concert hall was crowded, with dozens of people sprinting through the hall and the glass room above me, looking at the screen while pressing various buttons.In the cold December morning with minus fourteen degrees below the temperature, I rushed to Munich from Göttingen to record my first album. This recording will push my efforts to pursue perfection to a new peak.I have played it many times, many of which are in front of music critics who can decide the success or failure of the performer in just one night.The feeling of live performance is of course very different, there are no rewind buttons or repeat keys there.
The music of the concert will eventually disappear as the sound gradually fades away, and will only exist in people's memories and subjective feelings; however, the recording will always exist.
When recording an album, you must first find the ideal sound quality mode.I sat on the stage for this, played a few bars of music with the French horn, and worked with the recorder to adjust the distance of the microphone in millimeters.Microphones were spread throughout the concert hall, not only in front and behind me, but also in the corners.I was in a large microphone forest, looking at the hall that was completely illuminated, and the red signal light that was turned on when recording and turned off when not recording.The recording engineer in the main control room communicated with me through the speaker, and the signal light was on and started recording; the signal light went off, and everyone shouted about God or other words, regardless of whether there was another world after death.
After recording, most things can be processed through technology, but classical music is not the case. Only pure handicrafts exist here.My piano partner Christopher and I.Christof Keymer practiced the same musical clip many times before and after this.I started playing, then interrupted, ran into the main control room above to listen to my recording; saw what was OK and what was wrong, and then rushed down to play again.In addition to microphones, there are also time I have experienced with these microphones.
In order to find the ideal sound quality, the most appropriate way is to find a work with the widest range of volume and dynamics: from the strongest to the weakest, and then blow it in reverse.Two hours before the prerecord, I played the first movement of the Sonata of the French Horn by Josef Rheinberger.The song can satisfy the above conditions: it opens with a signal solo, full of enthusiasm and volume, in order to blend with the contemplative, poetic clips that follow.Technicians must master and correct all the details of volume and tone.To present the sound, I need to communicate with the pianist Christopher indeed with the technician: What kind of relationship should the French horn maintain with the piano?Which tone is the best for this work?All microphones must be placed and displaced for this until the tone is as close as possible to our expectations.After that, the recording really began.
The rude requests made for perfection made me less likable.Some people believe that the desire for improvement actually comes from hidden dissatisfaction.In their logic, a person who continues to criticize himself is either a frustrated and cared for evil karma or a person who cannot enjoy all the benefits.But I don't think so.Those who have achieved something, not only musicians, but also athletes and entrepreneurs, once they understand their life stories in depth, it is not difficult to understand: in order to achieve their goals, they will accomplish everything they can achieve.If someone asks them how to succeed, they will soon notice that their superficial etiquette has disappeared, and they are replaced by a typical successful person's charming and communicative humble appearance.They will tell you with confidence: if you want to achieve something, you must work harder; make the best performance, think and practice more; and continue to push yourself until the farthest.
In the world outside of music, such a posture at most makes me out of touch with others, and may look like an inhumane person.This is because I want to achieve my goal: to improve myself.But in private, I love to joke, and I can joke about myself.At this time, I felt relaxed because I rarely made such jokes in the past.But this does not mean that my attitude towards music has changed, but because I learned to separate work ethics from my private life during this period.Basically, this does not really involve ethics and work, but rather the "will" behind it—— if people want to call it that.
If a lion appears in front of me, I will definitely escape.Every muscle in the body will shout: Escape quickly!I will never consider whether the shoes fit, or whether breakfast is eaten on time, or not, and I will not calculate the chance of success: "Oh, no, the chance of escaping is only 10%! Is it worth fighting for this?" I.want.escape.Start and act truthfully, run as fast, far and long as possible—— This is "will", which has nothing to do with other things.
This posture hidden in me is part of my nature; such a personality is like a flat platform, with blessings on one end and curses on the other end, both sides of one body.When communicating with others, I always feel joy in their unrestrained hearts.If someone is always dieting for the next barbecue, I will probably close my mouth because this is his personal enjoyment after all.In the past, I was more reasonable in this situation and was easily angry, which made me feel like a weird artist.When things are wrong, I will immediately say it, whether it is as a musician or in the private realm.endure?tolerant?No, it's all wrong.What I want to talk about here is not a matter of principle, but an ordinary thing.If I had made an appointment with a friend and he was late and did not apologize, I would have asked immediately: "What happened? Where did you go? Why didn't you come?" What's funny is that in private, many people think that I am just straightforward, just as I have accepted their self-concernfulness.
After that, I learned to be restrained.Or, regard your ambitions as a joke.It took me many years to learn this. During this period, some things made me lose something that I still regret. "Oxalic acid in rhubarb" is an example.I was studying in a liberal arts high school. During my first year of high school physics and chemistry, I and my girlfriend completed a briefing together.Ten minutes before reaching the conclusion to the group members, I noticed that she misvalued pH 4.2 to pKs 4.2 on the table recording the pH value of rhubarb.In fact, what we refer to here should be the pH value of oxalic acid, not the acid concentration.(I still remember this thing today, and I always remember itchy things.) This was just a small mistake, but I was furious about it and blamed her severely.The accusations were so harsh that they made her cry.At the moment, I should at least try to comfort her, but I did nothing.I didn't notice this at all.It was not until the end that I realized my behavior: I could only accommodate my own thoughts in my mind, and other things had no effect on me.This is not worthy of being proud of, but I didn't think so at that time.
How is me different today?For a young man who is only twenty-three years old, the answer sounds a bit unusual: I think my behavior has changed with age, and the reason is obviously the French.How wonderful it sounds to interact with people, but a striving musician can pull himself away from it; it changes many things, including the pattern of communication.My attitude towards my aspirations and pursuit of perfection has never changed.In my world, talent is secondary.Innate talents account for only 30 to 40% of the factors that lead to success in life, and the rest is will and hard work.And the talent I refer to does not necessarily mean musical talent and creativity, but actually the ability to seek something and the effort to put it into practice.Only then will success appear before you.This is my faith.
Chapter two Little Ghost learns French name
Four-year-olds will also be quite stubborn.Fortunately, I was so stubborn at the beginning, otherwise the French horn would not be the French horn, but the xylophone.Because the xylophone is the first instrument I came into contact with, and I was forced to know it.At the beginning, Musikschule Göttingen) I originally wanted me to like other instruments, so I can't blame them: children who are only four years old shouldn't play the French horn, they are really too young.Generally speaking, it is not until the age of nine or ten that the child's body has sufficient strength, endurance and a row of constant teeth that allows this difficult-to-hard instrument to make real musical sounds rather than a few poor sounds.In this way, the xylophone is indeed more meaningful.This may apply to other four-year-old children, but I just don't take this set.At that time, the director of the music institute beat the piano plate with a wooden hammer and said, "Look, Felix, how great this is!" I looked at the thing that made a tinging sound in front of my nose, and simply replied, "No." I want a French horn.
Why I chose the French instrument is still a mystery.There have been no other questions in my life that are more often asked; this question has been asked so often in the past nineteen years.In order to stop the continuous questioning, some kind of answer to trace the origin is quite useful: for example, my mother had a grandfather who once served as chief of wind music in a church during the German Emperor's era; or, when I was watching the cartoon "Maya Bee", I accidentally pressed the remote control and turned to the classical music station, and of course, the French horn solo was performed inside.In short, it is a reasonable explanation like this that can explain why a little ghost wants to play a curved metal that is bigger than his head, weighs about the same weight as the head, and emits a golden luster.But in fact, I don't know the real reason.My parents once searched for this, but there was no result.They were not aware of the content of the TV show at that time, and I had never heard of the French horn playing.Except for my mother who tried to play the straight flute during her school days, my family had no musical tendency.And a person who can only hum the theme song of the European TV network at most will not want his children to learn the French name.What's more, few people have a clear idea of this quirky instrument, or they think of postal carriages or hunters when they hear the horn ring.Did I have a different and clear idea in my head when I was four years old?There should be.One afternoon in the fall of 1995, I had this idea in front of my mother, and I knew exactly what I was going to say: "Mom, I want to play the French horn."
Readers still need to understand that I was a taciturn child at that time.It’s not that I’m not saying it smoothly, but because I don’t want to say too much.Language is to help me convey basic needs, that's it.Of course, I also have a lot of talk, such as on Christmas or birthday, I will become a fan of chatting with people.But for the whole year after deducting these two periods, the conversation between others and me was like maintaining the only functionality:
"Felix, what do you want?"
"fries."
"Is it tasty?"
"Um."
As mentioned above, I am a pretty boring kid, at least in my interactions with adults.But once I want to express my thoughts, I don’t talk nonsense like most four-year-olds.So when I expressed my thoughts about the French horn in front of my mother, I was undoubtedly extremely serious.From the beginning, my mother set an educational belief for me: unconditional support.No matter where my goal is heading, she will do anything for me and do everything she can to achieve.I have never heard of words like "this doesn't work" or "you can't do this" in my life, nor in any day.My mother—— a man who knows almost nothing about the French—— picked up the phone and helped his son, who was suddenly obsessed with the French Horn, make an appointment with the music institute.
Publication date: 2015/06
