Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 118 Mid-mountain, pick up guests! (asking for subscription, asking for monthly pass, asking for reward)

Without waiting for a while, Liang Zi and the others came down from upstairs. Seeing that they were suonas and gongs, and some of them had a small cymbal hanging around their necks, the lead singer of Demon City joked: "This I want to sing Errenzhuan, not many people in Yunnan Province like this, maybe a few people will cheer you up when you go back to BJ."

When Liang Zi passed by him, he replied directly: "We are ethnic punk, duo rock! Listen to me later, don't follow along if you have the guts!"

The lead singer just smiled contemptuously this time, and didn't speak directly.

In his opinion, Huaxia's old-fashioned way of weddings and funerals, how can it be compared with their metal.

Seeing Liang Zi and the others walking onto the small stage, they nodded at Old Tan without auditioning, and then Liang Zi thought of what Bian Lang said when he was watching their rehearsal: "If you can give your 'face' to me when I perform this song Unload it, and the crazy energy of performing duet will be done."

In the face of this song, if others say this, they won't believe it at all.However, Bian Lang's two god-level stage performances of "Dye the Night Black" and "Rock on the New Long March Road" made them unable to question it at all.

Thinking of this, Liang Zi took a deep breath and shouted into the microphone: "Second-hand Rose, Mid-Levels, picking up guests!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the drum set came out: "Dongda, Dongda, Dongda, Dongda, Dongda..."

Then the suona sound also sounded: "la, la...so, la, so, mi...re, mi, fa...mi, fa, mi, re..."

With the sound of the suona, the sounds of other instruments completely became supporting roles, making everyone in the bar dumbfounded.

The members of the band raised their legs high and writhed like a convulsion on various stages as if they were upper body.

"I'm rough! What the hell is this!"

"Mom San San, this is incredible!"

"This, this is national punk? Two people turn to rock and roll!?"

"Is this Errenzhuan or rock and roll? This... Bian Lang... Niu!"

Bai Dao, who was draining water in the toilet, swears: "Fuck! Give me a big move at this juncture, don't talk about masculinity!" Then he put away his tools and rushed out.

This is the most basic impression given to everyone when the song is released. Although it is a little hard to understand, the shock is really shocking.

It's not like no one has played folk music and rock together before, but it's basically just a concept, just adding the performance of folk instruments to the arrangement, which makes people feel that it doesn't make much sense.

However, Liang Zi and the others are completely different when performing today. They not only incorporate the concept of musical instruments, but also localize the core of rock and roll from the root.

Sure enough, no one was disappointed with the words Liang Zi sang. Just listen to his enchanting singing voice and sang into the microphone with a funny look on his face:
"It's not bright in the east, but it's bright in the west. After the sun is gone, I'm sad. I'm not busy the night before and I'm busy after the night. After dreaming of gold, I dream of yellow beams...

The spring rain does not wet the bosom friend, the autumn cold beats the lover, I miss the confidant, I look at the mountains and the water, I look at the morning..."

A suona solo was followed by an interlude, and the music fans who were stunned at first began to twist along with the music for some reason.

It's not the mechanical head shaking when listening to metal, or bouncing with the rhythm when listening to rock normally, or the whole body feels enchanting unconsciously for a moment.

They are all fantasizing that they have either a green gold-rimmed fan, a red handkerchief, or at worst a pair of nimble flower hands, in order to be worthy of this enchanting rhythm.

Music fans are like this, but the musicians looked at the somewhat "bizarre" scene in front of them, and a fire was faintly ignited in their hearts.

After playing rock and roll for so long, it is inevitable that there will be hesitation and doubts in their hearts, but as soon as the song came out, they seemed to have found an answer in a trance.

Even the lead singer of Demon City couldn't bear it anymore, his upper body was still tense, but his feet unconsciously began to follow the rhythm.But he felt that no matter how it was, it was not on the point he was familiar with.

This is also the first time that Liang Zi and the others are so crazy in front of music fans. They didn't have any specific mental preparations before, and they all went up to Mang with a passion.Now everyone in the stands is excited, and the only remaining burden of the few people has been completely forgotten.

Thinking about what Bian Lang said to them, and recalling the scene when he watched Errenzhuan in Northeast China, Liang Zi's singing became more and more enchanting: "Hey...Hey..."

The human voice and suona echoed one high and one low, one bright and one dark, which really gave people a feeling that they were about to be ranked in the fairy class!

Ai Hao, who came to replenish the goods with the deliveryman, originally planned to shoot some rare and popular materials, but when he went upstairs, he felt that he had gone to the wrong place.

The delivery man who was carrying the wine almost dropped the case to the ground when he lost his balance. Fortunately, the passing waiter was quick and reached out to help him lift it, so he stabilized himself.

"What Sansan, Mr. Ai, you said that these people are all eating fungus!"

Ai Hao smirked a few times after hearing the "hehe", and then said half-truthfully: "It's possible!"

"I feel so at ease among human beings. I am a carefree fairy in the sky. I don't care about worldly things. I only care about fine wine...

A Chinese Ghost Story owes a debt to a girl, cleared my innocence overnight, persuaded the heavens to persuade myself, forget the mountains and rivers, and I forget my lover..."

As soon as these two vulgar words with a sense of freedom and immortality came out, Baidao took a deep breath and took the lead in shouting, "You're really a fairy!"

Suona's solo sound came up again, and in the stable output of the lead guitar, Suona's hooliganism was brought to the extreme.

"You said, eh..."

"You said, eh..." "You said, eh..."

"You said, eh..."

The more Liang Zi acted, the more he lost himself. These few sentences were directly broken, but they didn't affect the atmosphere of the scene at all.

And the music fans in his live broadcast room were all crazy, and the comments focused on a lack of shape:
"Fuck! I actually started singing along!"

"I would like to call this the Northeast Farewell Group!"

"Liang Zi is playing right!"

"I have to praise Bian Dashen for training him well. Just now, they were all mentally ill guys, but now they are all mentally ill guys!"

"Hey, if I can put this in my future memorial service, it will be really fucking worth it..."

Liang Zi couldn't see this either. If he had seen it, he might have had more fun, just listen to him continue singing:
"Think of the sky and the earth, think of the confidant in the sky, persuade the sky and persuade the earth, persuade the heaven and persuade myself... I think about the sky and the earth, think of my confidant, look at the mountains and rivers, I look at the morning... persuade the sky and the earth, persuade myself, forget the mountains and forget Water makes me forget my lover..."

After singing this passage, Liang Zi put down the acoustic guitar, took the gong and started to play on his own. The bassist also played the small cymbals, and twisted back and forth on the stage according to the rhythm.

After the end of a happy ending, Liang Zi gasped and asked into the microphone: "Where are the people from the Demon City?"

The music fans who were suddenly restored to normal were still a little uncomfortable. They stopped their enchanting figures and turned around to look for them, but there were still a few people from the Magic City everywhere.

……

As for the music festival, it was already the third turn to start tuning, but they were not on the sidelines of the main stage where they would perform at that time.

On the folk song stage, the girl who was chatting with Dayong during the day was walking up with a guitar in her arms.

At this time, Dayong said belatedly: "Isn't this the girl from Bai Tian? It turns out she is Dong Youbian. Bai Bai also said that he would try to paint her on your guitar..."

Bianlang, who was holding his hands, laughed "hehe" and said, "I don't even know that "The Vagabond" has been sung by folk music circles in dozens of local versions..."

Dayong also went to check after listening to Dong You singing during the day, and found that there were a lot of reprints on the Internet, but they were not officially released songs, they were all sung for fun.

Dong Youbian is considered a new leader in the Chinese folk song circle. He can write and sing, and has a wide vocal range. Just after a few auditions, Bianlang estimated that this girl has at least three octaves higher.After listening to her sing a few bass lines, Bian Lang was a little surprised.

Different from the sweet bass of common female voices, Dong Youbian's bass is as deep and rich as a cigarette voice.

Bian Lang couldn't figure out what kind of structure the chest and voice were for this girl who was about 160 tall.

But after just a few attempts, I heard someone on the main control side take the microphone and shout: "Is the teacher from the Rolling Stones here? Can you borrow someone to help tune the bass? Something is wrong with the bassist in Mr. Dong's band."

As soon as he said this, several people looked at Bian Lang.

"Why me? Kaizi, Kapok, you two are professionals, why push me up?"

Huang Kaixie glanced at Bian Lang, and said righteously: "I can't control the tune of folk songs!"

Kapok also echoed: "I'm afraid that the slippery hands will lead people astray. For those of you who can play loop station, if the guitarist and drummer also have problems later, you will help tune it with one hand. Hurry up and finish us off." Going back, it’s hard to say that we can catch the second half halfway up the mountain.”

Bian Lang understood the meaning and knew that even if the King of Heaven came today, he would definitely not be able to get these two people to do anything, so he trotted onto the stage.

Just when he went up, he saw Dong You smiled sweetly at him, and then said softly, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

The cone light on the stage was a bit dazzling, and Bian Lang didn't even see Dong Youbian's face clearly, so he politely replied: "What's wrong with your bass player?"

"Maybe it's because he had an early flight yesterday and didn't get enough rest. He was exposed to the sun for another day during the day, and he couldn't bear the high temperature."

Hearing this, Bian Lang was very empathetic. As a native of Yunnan Province, he naturally would not have this kind of experience, but in his previous life, he had seen many people, young and old, come to Yunnan Province to perform high-profile rebellions.What impressed him the most was that the captain once performed in Xueshan City, playing the guitar and inhaling oxygen on the stage.

"Then let him get some oxygen and have a good rest. Don't delay tomorrow's performance."

"Thank you, Teacher Bian..."

Bian Lang nodded and walked over to the position of the bass player. After looking at the LFO pedal, he subconsciously asked, "Psychedelic?"

Dong Youbian, who had his back to Bianlang, turned his head, and replied with a little surprise: "Teacher Bian is awesome!" But after he finished speaking, he felt that he had said something nonsense.

Fortunately, Bianlang acted as if he hadn't heard it. He lowered his head and concentrated on stepping on the pedals, playing with the EQ (equalizer).Within a few minutes, I heard the sound of the bass in Bian Lang's hand.

The bassist who was inhaling oxygen under the stage, Ji Ling threw away the portable oxygen bottle in his hand and was about to jump onto the stage, muttering, "How did you adjust this EQ, how can it sound so good."

He didn't know until later in the performance that it wasn't an EQ problem, but a hand problem!
(End of this chapter)