Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 192 Score (please subscribe, please vote)

Having an appointment with the campus agent at a nearby small bar outside the school, Dong Shuxian now feels that he is half a member of the Rolling Stones, so no matter what Bian Lang expressly implies, Comrade Dong insists on following.

The reason also made Bian Lang unable to refuse: "You, the campus agent, or I will help you find students and recruit them for you. I am also obliged to help you both."

"It's okay if you help me check it, but what does it mean to help the students check me?" Bian Lang thought, but he didn't dare to say this thought.

When the two arrived, seven campus agents were already waiting in the bar. There were only peanuts, melon seeds and water on the table. It seemed that they were waiting for Bian Lang to come over and order.

When they saw Dong Shuxian following them, several people couldn't help but feel a little confused, but they were not high school students anymore, and they were not teachers in their own department, and they found jobs for them through Dong Shuxian, so they didn't take it seriously. .

But Bian Lang was still a little restrained when he asked them to relax. In the end, Bian Lang ordered a set meal of draft beer and snacks.

While waiting for the things to come up, a girl who seemed to be the leader of this small group started reporting on her work: "Teacher Bian..."

"Just call me Wo Sheng Ge."

Several of them are fans of Bian Lang. I always thought that Bian Lang, who was so cool on stage, must be similar in private. Now I see no airs and less restraint.

The girl who spoke was named Wu Wenqing. After calling out "Brother Lang" crisply, she began to report on her work: "The seven of us have sold a total of 7 tickets so far, including 379 single-day tickets and 65 pass tickets. Zhang. 314 people are on campus..."

Listening to this precise number, Bian Lang felt that this girl did not look like a liberal arts student.

After she finished speaking, she asked curiously: "What is your major?"

"Art Management, senior year this year." Hearing that he was majoring in the same major as Zhou Ketong, Bian Lang asked again: "Have you passed the agent certificate exam?"

Hearing this, Wu Wenqing was somewhat surprised. After all, asking such a question proved that Bian Lang must have an agenda.

"I've got it, if Rolling Stone is willing..." After saying this, she realized that it was a bit inappropriate to say it in front of so many people, and quickly changed her words: "If there is an internship opportunity, I can go there during the holiday."

Bian Lang nodded without saying anything, and asked everyone to introduce themselves one by one.

The majors of most of them did not surprise him. They were either in arts management, musical instrument engineering or music education. But there was one major who had the advantage of studying electronic keyboard that he did not expect.

After the introductions to the students were completed, the drinks were served, and at the same time, a resident singer also appeared on the stage of the small bar.

Perhaps because of the excitement caused by tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival party, many students went back to their dormitories to show off their alma maters online, so they were the only ones on the table.Therefore, the resident singer was not very interested and started playing without even telling the name of the song.

No one paid much attention to such a sparse and ordinary thing, but when the guitar intro played, Bian Lang turned around and looked over.

Not only did he not release the song "My Hand Through Your Black Hair", but it was not even considered a secret business. It was recorded and posted online by Little Beast's best friend.He watched the video and there were some shots given to him, but they were all long shots without details.

The sound recording is also very average, and there are a lot of ambient sounds in it, which virtually increases the difficulty of picking up the score.

When he was browsing the Xiaopo site, he also saw some people's music scores. In fact, the gap between his playing and his playing was quite big, but when he heard this today, it was pretty good. The intro and what he played were basically overlapping by more than 8 points. .

When the song started, he looked away.

At this time, the boy learning the keyboard asked: "Brother Lang, what do you think of this guy's score?"

"Currently it's 8%, but I won't know later."

"Brother Lang, why do you musicians rarely publish the original scores? Wouldn't it be more convenient for others to learn and spread?" Wu Wenqing asked curiously.

Before Bian Lang could answer, the keyboard man helped Bian Lang answer: "That's because writing music is a very time-consuming and energy-consuming thing. Now when making music accompaniment, most people arrange music by watching the chords played, so It doesn’t make sense at all.”

"Huh? So that's it. I always thought it was a copyright issue."

"Copyright is indeed a reason, but it's really not the most important thing. And it can also be regarded as a kind of interaction between musicians and music fans. Many guitar players on Xiaopo.com rely on this to make a living."

There is nothing wrong with this. Many authors of modern music are not unwilling to publish their original scores, but simply do not have them.Moreover, it would not create much economic value or publicity, so I was not willing to spend my time on this matter.

The key point is that many people may not write well in musical notation. If the poles change directions, the tails will not know where to fly. Therefore, I don’t start from the music score at the beginning. I just rely on my feelings. When making music, I have to pick my own. Spectrum has become a problem.And like the solo parts of many songs, some of them are improvised by invited musicians during the arrangement. For a fee of several hundred yuan, are you embarrassed to ask others to write the music for you?At most I can give you an arrangement.

But this is not absolute. When Bian Lang was learning to arrange music on his own in his previous life, he bought a lot of band scores published abroad to study. Some domestic musicians would also publish one or two collections of song scores on a whim.There is also Tao Zhe, who runs a music delivery room on Xiaopo.com. Once, he saw that many netizens played one of his songs wrongly, so he even recorded a video himself as a guide.

Thinking of this, Bian Lang felt that although this matter was troublesome, it was something worth spending time on for the current Rolling Stones.Putting aside things like copying music scores, this is definitely a powerful tool to trap those professional fans.

And this is easier for him than others.After all, the classic works of the original earth were all formed, and there was no creative process. He only had to follow the rules and score them.

After having an idea, Bian Lang called the waiter over and asked, "Can I go up and play in a while?"

Because it is a bar near Xinghai, and the target customer group is students from Xinghai, the waiter is no stranger to this kind of request: "Okay, this classmate, after our resident singer finishes his performance, I can let you go up and show it off." .”

But after she finished speaking, she looked at Bian Lang for a while, and then she couldn't help but scream, but was stopped by Bian Lang: "Shh!"

After calming down for a while, the waiter took out the order book. Perhaps because she felt it was not formal enough, she said again: "Master Bian, wait a minute. I'm going to get something else. Please sign with me!"

After saying that, she trotted away. When she came back, she was not alone. The owner of the bar also came over, carrying a guitar in his hand.

After Bian Lang signed autographs and took a group photo with the two of them, the boss said directly: "Master Bian, we were having a party just now. I didn't expect to see you in person now. I will make arrangements for you right away."

At this time, the resident singer on the stage had just finished singing and was preparing for the next song. He was suddenly interrupted by the boss. He was still a little unhappy, but when he heard that Bian Lang was coming to play, he came directly with his guitar on his back.

"Master Bian, can you play with my piano?"

Bian Lang came out without his guitar. He took it and said, "I played it well just now, but there are still some mistakes. I will demonstrate it to you later! Classmate Wu, please help me record it properly later."

When the singer heard it, he felt that his performance of "Good Luck Comes" today was not in vain, and he actually expected the main character to come!Moreover, Bian Lang opened his mouth to teach him to play, so rounding it off, he should be regarded as Bian Lang's anonymous disciple, and will his "My Hand Through Your Black Hair" be counted as one in the future? The official version?
Seeing him standing there looking silly and happy, the boss slapped him angrily: "Why don't you hurry up and record it? Can you record it with just your brain?"

"Oh, alright!"

Although the keyboard man didn't play guitar, he knew that this kind of opportunity was precious, so he followed him to the front of the small stage to watch and take pictures.

Comrade Lao Dong was also interested. Bian Lang's willingness to take the initiative to teach others was a plus for him, so he also picked up his mobile phone to take pictures.

Anyway, they were the only people on the table, and in the end everyone, including the waiter and the boss, went to the front with their mobile phones to take pictures.

Bian Lang adjusted the tone, then tried the microphone before speaking: "Hello everyone, I watched some videos of my songs on the Internet before, and today I heard the singer play "Through Your Black Hair" in the bar. "My Hand", I found that there are still many problems, so I will give you a demonstration here today..."

"Original G chord..." After saying this, Bian Lang began to play the prelude...

While recording, the singer said in his mind: "Oh! So this is how the bar is played...Here, I played this section completely wrong...Hey! This hand...if only it was mine..."

The keyboard man also lamented: "As soon as the original owner started playing with it, the feeling was different. How could the same piano play two different tones..."

As a violinist, Dong Shuxian is naturally very aware of the huge difference in the relationship between musicians. Let alone talking about his daughter, he feels that this is not on the same level as Bian Lang.

After Bian Lang finished singing the song, he said into the microphone: "Okay, this is about it. In the future, I will take time to compile the original scores of some songs and record videos for everyone to play and learn."

Hearing this, the keyboard player felt that what he had just said was an insult to Bian Lang, and his face instantly turned red, feeling as hot as being slapped hard several times.

And from what Bian Lang said, he would continue to do the music score thing, and that was all he had in mind...

When Bian Lang came off the stage, the keyboard man plucked up the courage and said, "Brother Lang, what I just said is..."

"I know, what you said is true. There are really not many people in the industry who can produce a band score."

"Well, I want to do my best for you. When I get back, I will start to pull out the keyboard scores for all your previous songs and send them to you. You can just make corrections based on this."

Bian Lang waved his hand and said: "No, you can just post it online for everyone's reference. When I post the original score, you can compare it. This is also a learning process! By the way, don't post this video today. , wait until I go back and edit and release the official version before you release it."

(End of this chapter)