Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 369 Look! The edge wave smashed the wall! (6K please subscribe, please monthly ticket)

This question was coupled with Bian Lang's gestures, and the fans in the audience felt that this was an interaction with them.

Immediately, someone began to break the silence and responded to Bian Lang on the stage:

"I'm here!"

"we are here!"

"we are always here!"

Amidst these various responses, the lights in the chorus area were turned off, and the line of words "Comfortably Numb" on the "wall" also disappeared. At the same time, the electric sound and the environment also became static.

At the same time, Bian Lang straightened up and turned his back to the audience, and waved his left hand vigorously from bottom to top.

Bian Lang's wave was like cutting out a ray of white light, brushing away all the dust of time on the dark gray, revealing the original pure white brick body.

At the same time, the drum kit, bass drum and cymbal sounded at the same time, and then a long electric guitar slide with a fuzz tone was played...

At this point in the scene, the coordination of various details made the music fans at the scene start to wonder: "Is this really the performance I can watch for 210 euros?"

As for those who didn’t spend any money, those standing on the outside looking in the distance looked even more in disbelief: “Is this a show I can watch for free?”

Some people even began to wonder if there was any public reward channel for this performance that would allow them to express their respect.

It was also the first time for Adams to see this scene. Although Olaf had already told him that this would be an unspeakable classic, when this scene really appeared in front of him, he only felt that he had been concerned about the classic before. Everything I imagined was not one-tenth as good as what I see now.

He even felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier that the Rolling Stones had such live stage arrangements, they would have found a large enough indoor venue and paid the price...

As for Walker, he just felt that this scene was too ridiculous: "What kind of rock scene is this? Who in the rock scene would put such effort into doing that?"

And Feimos, when I watched the rehearsal in the early morning, firstly, it was not very coherent, and secondly, the main focus was on the music, so I ignored the overall sense of the two combined into one.

Now that the whole thing is presented coherently, he is equally shocked. Originally, he thought that Bian Lang was the most talented person in the rock circle like them, but now he is willing to admit that as long as Bian Lang can do it again in the future, With such a scene, Bian Lang has jumped out of the scope of the rock circle and should be called an artist.

The word artist seems to have been overused now. Anyone who feels "not doing his job" can call himself an artist, but the recognition from peers has a completely different value.

And it is also a European-level peer like Feimos.

While everyone was marveling and admiring, Bian Lang's magnetic voice with resonance in his head finally spoke: "Hello...Hello...Hello..." The first sound was sung by Bian Lang, and the delay caused by the synthesizer behind it echo. It feels like an echo of nature. A picture of a singer standing alone in the post-war ruins was made up in everyone's mind, echoing the previous scene of male and female voices asking and answering questions.

In other words, the current audience is all people isolated in West Berlin by the wall, hiding in dilapidated houses and losing their freedom. They were frightened, confused, and full of hope for freedom outside the wall, but they lacked the courage and strength to fight.

And Bian Lang is the one standing outside the wall, ready to redeem them!

"Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home?"

After hearing these three tentative inquiries, the Berlin music fans present could not help but nodded subconsciously.

Lyrics with interactive meanings are definitely not uncommon, but it’s rare that almost all the foreigners in the audience can interact with the first song of a new song.

Adams on the balcony turned the red wine glass in his hand, and his sense of Bian Lang went to a new level.

If you can just write songs, then for DGM, it is not really a rare talent. After all, a large group company engaged in music like DGM can build a good band just by relying on the songwriters behind it. .

But what Bian Lang has shown now is that he can not only write songs, but also design live choreography, and his idea of ​​selecting songs is completely aimed at poking at the most sensitive parts of the hearts of music fans.

If there are people like this with the Rolling Stones, then if this band doesn't become popular, it's simply a ghost.

I saw Lang starting to bow down on the stage, waving to the fans in the audience, and continued to sing: "Come on... Come on, now. (Come out, now) I hear you're feeling down. (I I feel you are feeling down. Well I can ease your pain. Get you on your feet again. Stand up carefully.

After hearing these lyrics, most of the female fans present shed tears. Especially those who are mothers, they all hope that their children can be treated with such tenderness when they encounter difficulties.

Europe is not a peaceful and prosperous China. Various inexplicable mass security incidents still occur, and whenever such incidents occur, the most harmed are often women and children. The atmosphere created by this song so far made them have to empathize fiercely.

A helping hand when a person is most helpless, even the simplest words of concern and encouragement, can be remembered for a lifetime.

What's more, people who have been surrounded by high walls and have lost their freedom for a long time.

Bian Lang's singing voice continued: Relax (Don't be nervous) I need some information first (First I need to understand your symptoms) Just the basic facts (Just the basic facts) Can you show me where it hurts? (䱱Can you tell me where I feel uncomfortable?)

The main song ends, and an indescribable sadness has become the main theme in Gendarmenmarkt.

An Feng is considered to be the one with the best English in the Huaxia Tour Group. She can understand the meaning of the lyrics without the help of the translation of the lyrics on the side screen.

Her ability to think of pictures based on words is naturally better than others for an actor who often comes into contact with scripts. She only felt that each word Bian Lang sang was like a frame of pictures, connected in series in her mind. got up.

She imagined herself as a little girl who was injured and dying, and Bian Lang was the angel who came to save her with the power of holy light.

After taking on the role, she started wiping tears like many foreign fans present. The look of pear blossoms with rain made Tao Xiaoyu next to her shed inexplicable tears.

At this moment, a drum set's fill-in sounded, and Bian Lang ran two steps quickly to the left side of the big screen and fixed the microphone on the microphone stand.

The height of the microphone stand was adjusted in advance. Bianlang straightened his body and raised his head so that his mouth could be reached. The white light here was more dazzling than the previous chasing light, lighting up his whole body like an angel, and even behind him The long flowing hair is glowing!

Watching this scene, Walker had a strange thought in his mind: "If Bian Lang changed into a white robe now and picked up a Bible to play Jesus, even the most picky audience would be convinced. ! Or with wings, that would definitely be Gabriel."

Then Bian Lang stretched his hands downward, opened his palms upward, and sang the chorus with an octave-raised chest resonance: "There is no pain, you are receding. (The pain has disappeared, and you are disappearing) A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying (I can see your lips moving but can't hear the sound)"

After singing this section, An Feng, like many fans at the scene, opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth with his hands, with an expression of disbelief on his face! Some who were a little more excited even exclaimed:

"Oh, damn, didn't you save someone?"

"How is that possible? Can't we try harder?"

If in normal times, these people who are too involved in the drama may be ridiculed in good faith: "Drama queen!"

But in this situation, no one would make such a joke. They were all waiting for Bian Lang to finish telling the story, or to finish acting it out!

Now the audience at the scene has been made to think that Bian Lang is just the lead singer of the Jade Team who sings rock music, and they no longer feel that they are simply watching a rock music scene. Rather, we are enjoying an artistic feast that starts from rock and roll but goes beyond rock and roll.

As for them, they are no longer just spectators, but more like witnesses...

At this time, Bian Lang had already raised his open hands to the crowd, clenched his fists, and continued singing: "When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons (My hands are swollen like two balloons) Now I got that feeling once again (Now I have that feeling again) I can't explain, you would not understand. (But I can't explain, and neither will you. Understand) This is not how I am (Don’t ask me how I feel)…”

This self-narrative singing has reached its climax. Bian Lang waved his hands in enjoyment, and the lights in the chorus area turned on again. Several chorus singers sang the last line of this chorus with Bian Lang: "I have become comfortably numb. (I have sunk into that comfortable numbness)..."

At this time, Bian Lang recalled the scene of Shui Ye's concert in London in 2011. The scene at that time was almost the same as now, except that the person singing on the stage was not Shui Ye, but standing on the high platform. Lord Loneliness.

This was also the last time the two of them shared the stage before crossing over in Bianlang. This performance, which can be said to last a lifetime, has also become an indelible classic memory in the memory of pink fans.

The moment Shui Ye raised his hands upward, tens of thousands of viewers in the audience sang loudly, making Bian Lang shed a few tears while watching the video.

In the audience at this moment, the few people singing along were the Hatter people who had seen the rehearsal early this morning. Although the momentum was a bit lacking, Bian Lang believed that when he sang this line again, the scene would not be the same. It was much different in the Shui Ye scene.

As the singing ended, the white light beam shining on Bian Lang also went out. Three beams of white light rose from the ground on the other side of the stage. The center point of the intersection of the light beams was a black Fender single coil. Forge.

I saw him calmly pushing the strings and shaking the rocker, and the sound of the fuzz-toned electric guitar soared into the sky.

Layer after layer of sound waves passed through everyone's minds, washing the listeners' ear canals over and over again, and shaking their hearts.

Different from the previous solo with big braided orchestration like Flying Bird, the rhythm of drums and bass at this time, under the control of Olaf, feels like it is coming from far away, which supports this lead guitar solo especially protrude.

The fuzz-like timbre does not have the direct impact of overload and distortion.

It's not the kind where you smash it to pieces with a hammer, but it's like a saw-toothed knife piercing your heart and cutting it repeatedly until you're in pain and twitching, and you have to be clear-headed to distinguish the bitterness and sweetness of these tastes. There are many guitarists off the stage. Listening to this soul-crushing solo, I feel no jealousy or hatred for the hard work on stage, only envy.

It is said that peers are enemies. In the past, they would have stared at the screen on the side, looking at it with their eyes and discerning it with their ears, trying to find the faults in this piece of playing. Then when communicating with peers after the performance, Yun Danfeng said softly: "I played a wrong part in a few measures." to show that his skills were superior.

But at this moment, no one had such an idea. They all closed their eyes and enjoyed the way this solo washed their ear canals and cut into their hearts.

At the same time, I am already considering that after the official video comes out, I must go and find out the score as soon as possible.

This interlude solo lasts for 42 seconds. If it were placed in some shorter pop songs, maybe one-third of the lyrics would be gone.

But at this scene, no one felt that it was long. Even when the lights in Bian Lang's place came on again and Bian Lang, who had already carried the electric guitar on his back, raised his hands again, everyone was still a little regretful: "Ah? Why is it gone?" "

But Bian Lang's movements and the changed melody forced them to break away from that enjoyment and use all the emotions they had accumulated before to unconsciously sing along with Bian Lang: "I have become comfortably numb..."

This time, probably half of the people in the audience spoke.

At the mixing console, Olaf pressed the monitoring headphones with one hand and adjusted the volume button of the audio track on the console with the other hand. He began to get excited: "As long as there are no mistakes later, this live version can be released directly!" Maybe this will be the most classic version of this song in history!”

At this time, the three beams of light on the side of Dili went out, and Bian Lang in the white light became the focus of the stage again.

Bian Lang, who was standing in front of the microphone stand, spread his hands, made a helpless expression and sang: "Ok. Just a little pinprick (Okay, let me give you a little pinprick!)"

At this point, Lang Lang raised his right hand and made an injection motion on his left arm.

Although Adams on the balcony couldn't see clearly, he could tell what Bian Lang was doing through the rough outline of his movements!

"Damn it, Wave... How can such a detailed performance appear so casually at a performance of this level? How come it has to be accompanied by a Rolling Stones concert with tens of thousands of people!"

He is definitely not the only one who has this idea. Those in China who stay up late to watch the live broadcast, these detailed shots through the director's switching shots, can see it more clearly than the audience at the scene. They directly type the questions in their minds through the keyboard. When it came to the barrage: "Why? Isn't this kind of scene the first in China?"

But thinking about the content of the song, they felt it made sense. If the Rolling Stones premiered this song in China, the effect would probably be worse than "Goodbye Jack" at the music festival at that time. If you perform the Berlin Wall in China, you can imagine the feedback you will get.

But if you become popular abroad and then perform in China, it will be completely different!

This is different from the premiere of "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" abroad. These domestic audiences will not think there is anything wrong with the premiere abroad of "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" because it uses Chinese-style rock music in a place where rock music is popular. To promote national culture is tantamount to having a big show in someone else’s home.

And this "Comfortably Numb" is equivalent to throwing a tear gas with the equivalent of 10,000 tons among the Berlin music fans!

The damage is not high, but the disarming ability is excellent. If placed on the battlefield, the power of this song would be equal to the "Chu Song" sung by Liu Bang at the Wujiang River...

The song continues: "There'll be no more (you won't continue to feel)..."

At this point, the lights in the chorus area turned on again, and several chorus singers replaced the adjectives that should appear in the lyrics with sharp onomatopoeia: "Aaaaaahhhhh!"

This detailed treatment here makes the audience feel more involved than any adjectives.

It allows people to experience pain, soreness, etc. from the body's instinctive reaction...all the feelings they can imagine.

Seeing this, Liu Ziyang in front of the screen went straight to the quintessence of Chinese culture: "*, where did this guy Bian Lang get his inspiration for creation? This kind of advanced expression... um..." He wished he had a teleportation array right now. In front of him, he could instantly go to the scene in Berlin.

Then he squatted backstage, waiting for Olaf to be knocked unconscious and sent to the hospital after the performance, and then he could naturally take over the recording of the song.

I only regret that I was too hesitant when Bian Lang extended an olive branch!

"That's not right! I should blame Bian Lang for hiding it so deeply that he didn't come out with this kind of song earlier..."

"That's not right. This song seems to be the right time to put it out now!"

"Hey……"

As the two villains were fighting in their minds, Bianlang's singing continued: "But you may feel a little sick. (But you may feel a little sick) Can you stand up...stand up...stand up... …(Can you stand up?)”

The last two sentences were echoed in a delayed manner, which accentuated the tone and made the listeners feel nervous again.

Naturally, everyone began to cry in their hearts: "Stand up quickly, stand up quickly!"

Just listen to Bian Lang continue to sing: "I do believe it's working. Good. (I am sure this effect is good, good!) That'll keep you going through the show. (That will keep your performance going) Come on it's time to go. (Come on, it's time to go.)"

After hearing this somewhat unexpected turn of events, some people began to wonder, while others were relieved.

"Oh! It turns out that Bian Lang is playing the role of his unsheathed soul, spiritually awakening his dying body! This..." This is the picture in An Feng's mind.

Her tears have now completely dried, and what she feels now is that Bian Lang's artistic expression is so advanced. First, he guides everyone's emotional points into the hope of salvation, and finally sublimates it, telling everyone that he can You are always the only one who can save yourself from a difficult situation!

If Bian Lang knew what she was thinking now, he would definitely give a thumbs up and praise this outstanding student with perfect reading comprehension!

He didn't know what Master Shui was thinking when he wrote this song, but if this explanation was given, Bian Lang himself felt that it should be like this.

The chorus started again, and at this time it was already being sung intermittently with a good sense of music: "There is no pain, you are receding. (The pain has disappeared, and you are receding.) A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. (A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.) The ship is blowing misty smoke on the distant horizon) You are only coming through in waves (And you seem to be drifting alone in the wind and waves)"

"Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin' (I can see your lips move but I can't hear the sound)"

At this time, Bian Lang was singing and raising his fists with a smile on his face. He was convinced that this performance had been a success beyond his imagination!

At this time, the lights in the chorus area turned on again, and several chorus singers swayed slightly and sang together: "When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse (When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse) Out of the corner of my eye. (It flashed in the corner of my eye)..."

At this time, Bian Lang had already trotted back to the center of the screen, turned his back to the audience and started to smash the "wall" with his left fist!

Although everyone was puzzled, the chorus of singing was still the same. They also believed that the previous carefully arranged arrangement could not be groundless, and they all began to look forward to it!

And those who had watched the rehearsal in the early morning were now starting to get excited.

Especially the chief director of this performance. Standing backstage watching the monitor, he couldn't help but look up at the audience, and then said with some excitement: "Oh! People in Berlin, are you just waiting to be shocked? I don't know. How loud can your screams be tonight?"

Those at the front of the stage, including Hatter, had their hearts in their throats.

When I watched it in the early morning, I was shocked, but as mentioned before, firstly, it was incoherent, and secondly, Bianlang didn't give his full strength. The whole process still lacked a lot of details, and there were only dozens of people watching at the time, and they felt far away. Not as exciting as it is now.

"I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. (The child has grown up, and the dream has disappeared)"

At this point in the chorus, Bian Lang's movement of hammering the wall with one hand has been changed to using both hands to follow the rhythm!

This is more true for the Chinese audience watching the live broadcast than it is at the scene.

Now the barrage is floating: "What is Master Bian doing? Could it be..."

Could it be that the ellipses at the back were actually not thought through by anyone? Some people even typed this sentence in the input box, and only when the screen changed, they completed it with the hand speed that Ma Fei has been doing solo for decades and then sent it out. .

Immediately afterwards, during Bian Lang's crazy wall-pounding performance, driven by the chorus, almost everyone at the scene sang the last chorus: "I have become comfortably numb!"

Just when everyone thought there would be a change, the lamppost on the other side of the stage lit up, and Dayong and his drum kit, who had been in the darkness, finally revealed their true appearance.

I saw him drop a pair of drumsticks at the same time. While slamming the cymbal, the bass drum also followed suit.

Bian Lang followed his "dong dong dong" rhythm and banged his head against the "wall" three times!

Starting from where the edge wave hit, the brick wall on the screen began to crack, and then cracked into pieces and began to fly randomly around the screen.

Behind these fragments, a red sun is rising slowly.

Facing this scene, the audience burst out with screams and cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami: "Look! The edge wave has smashed the wall!"

(End of this chapter)