Although Li Mu has always been a music lover, and playing guitar and forming a band in college could only be regarded as an amateur, he is still a very serious lover and has been immersed in it for many years. He basically has all kinds of singers, bands and styles at home and abroad. Have knowledge and can distinguish very clearly.
Generally speaking, even if a band is just imitating others, it shouldn't try a little bit of any song or style. In this way, it is no different from a band resident in a bar. If you really want to be a good band, you first need to give it a try. Set a style yourself, and then work hard to absorb the nutrients in this style. In the end, even if you cover other people's songs, you can still have your own style.
However, what Zhang Kexuan and the others are playing is really nothing new.
"Then do you have any suggestions?" Zhang Kexuan scratched his head, his face a little confused.
Li Mu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "If you want to have fun, you should put down your instruments first, have a meeting to discuss your preferred style and route, and then everyone should work hard on that path together."
As he said that, Li Mu said ruthlessly: "If you just have fun and try all styles at home and abroad, it's easy. Anyway, there is a performing arts bar at the intersection when you go out. You can go there at night. Stationed on the sidelines.”
These days, the consumption level in Jinling is only 400 yuan at most for a resident band of four to sing for one or two hours a night.
But the four of them are all second-generation rich people. Who would care about this kind of money? Moreover, for them, performing in bars is a very low-level thing.
Although the faces of the four of them were not very good-looking, what Li Mu said was true and full of truth. Even if the four of them were angry, they could not refute it with their mouths.
Another guitarist said: "Hey, little brother, don't you write your own songs? Just in time, go to the recording studio to show us?"
The bassist and drummer also looked encouraging, and the drummer said in a weird tone: "That's right, show off, and let us see the world. Who the hell can't talk nonsense? These days, not many people can cook. Everyone is a foodie.”
Li Mu looked at the drummer buried in the pile of cymbals and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that they were not very convinced. He was already shit. I didn't want to comment. You were the one who asked. After asking again and again, If you don’t tell the truth, are you rich second generation so hypocritical
Immediately, Li Mu only asked the drummer one sentence: "Brother, your equipment is absolutely awesome. It's top-notch."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mu saw a hint of pride on the other person's face, and then changed the subject: "I won't talk about hi-hats. I also need a drum set, but you only made 16, 17, and 18 crash cymbals. There are three cymbals, including water cymbals, ride cymbals, and even Chinese cymbals. But I see that you have arranged three songs. Among them, except for the hi-hat and the one closest to you, Crash, the other five cymbals, you I haven’t touched it at all. What’s your mentality? Are you playing drums or showing off your wealth?”
"You..." The drummer thought Li Mu was complimenting him, but at the end he almost spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Yes, everyone who plays music has this kind of mentality. Regardless of whether the technology is good or not, first get as many equipment as possible. Especially those who have a lot of money, they are so desperate that they want to buy everything they can, but really There are very few that can be used. He puts out so many cymbals just for the sake of being visually awesome. As for his technique, he can't even match it.
Zhang Kexuan doesn't dare to look down on Li Mu this time. Even though he is young, his eyes and mouth are really poisonous. People can tell at a glance whether he is really awesome or pretending to be awesome. He also doesn't use any curse words to hurt others. He will praise first and then throw him down. This method is ruthless.
So Zhang Kexuan smoothed things over and said, "Li Mu, I didn't expect you to be an expert. Let's go to the recording studio."
Li Mu shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Then go."
Anyway, you are here, you rich people are allowed to show off, but you are not allowed to show off like me
As soon as he entered the recording studio, Li Mu found that the equipment here was more professional and better than outside. The recording studio was divided into two rooms, both behind soundproof glass doors. One was for recording vocals, and the other was for recording drums and drums. For other instruments that require speaker pickup.
There is also a Martin original electric box guitar. In layman's terms, it can be understood as an acoustic guitar that can be plugged in and output. A top-grade guitar of this brand costs at least tens of thousands of dollars. It's really rich.
Zhang Kexuan led Li Mu and everyone into the outside of the recording studio, and said to Li Mu: "Take a look, you can use all the equipment here. If you need other instruments to match you, we can also help."
"No need to bother." Li Mu thought to himself, isn't it just to record a song "Zebra Zebra" for Chen Wan? It's not that troublesome. Such a good acoustic guitar, such a good microphone and tuning equipment are more than enough.
So Li Mu said, "I'll just play, sing and record."
"Amateur." The drummer curled his lips: "The vocals need to be recorded separately. When you play and sing, part of the guitar sound will be captured by the vocal microphone, and the effect will be worse."
"You're right." Li Mu nodded and asked, "This is similar to the fact that you don't use those five cymbals. The technical level is not that professional. What's the use of having such professional equipment?"
"Fuck..." The drummer almost got angry. Zhang Kexuan winked at him hurriedly and said to Li Mu, "Whatever you think is appropriate. Come on, let's get started."
Li Mu just had a fun mentality, plugged his guitar into the equipment, adjusted the microphone, and Zhang Kexuan from outside also made an OK gesture. The equipment was all set and he could start at any time.
So, Li Mu played the prelude to "Zebra Zebra".
Several buddies originally thought that Li Mu could not write anything original at his age, but as soon as the simple and melodious finger-picking intro came out, their expressions immediately changed. Apart from anything else, this melody line and this guitar arrangement have certain skills. This kind of skill is not about playing the guitar, but having real arranging skills.
When Li Mu sang the first line, Zhang Kexuan felt like his head was exploding. Although he hadn't heard the reason yet and didn't know what the song was about, it was just Li Mu's slightly hoarse voice that matched the song. The melody and the perfect tone of Martin's guitar were enough to amaze him.
Chen Wan was mesmerized the moment the prelude started playing. When he was at Li Mu's house, his guitar was still much inferior. Coupled with the lack of professional equipment, the soundstage atmosphere was far worse than it is now. After all, this is top-notch equipment! Listening to this song like this, the whole person is almost integrated into the notes.
Li Mu finished the song in one go, with no mistakes in his voice or playing. He was very satisfied this time, so he stood up, pushed open the soundproof door, and said to Zhang Kexuan: "I think this should be enough, it's just a demo. There’s no need to be too meticulous.”
Zhang Kexuan looked at Li Mu as if he were a monster. The drummer... The drummer was already blushing.
Chen Wan felt as if she had just recovered from a different kind of sadness. This should be the charm of music. It creates an atmosphere, tricks you into it, and then brings out the similar feelings deep in your heart. , making you feel as if you were hollowed out by the song after a song.
After coming back to her senses, Chen Wan clapped her hands excitedly: "The singing was great, it was really great!"
Zhang Kexuan also felt shameless. He was only eighteen years old and he was already so good at creating original songs, but he was already twenty-four and had not even written a complete song.
Thinking of this, Zhang Kexuan's heart throbbed with pain.
Just a few days ago, he was holding back his energy and wanted to write a song about the dissatisfaction of angry youth with society, but there was nothing he could do. It is not surprising that 90% of rock music these days is to this tune.
The key is that Zhang Kexuan is just an amateur player. He didn't understand that most people compose the music first and then write the lyrics, but he didn't understand, so he wanted to write a beautiful lyrics with a rebellious and critical spirit first. The name is "Mom, please take me home quickly".
The general idea of the lyrics is: the author is fed up with the injustice of society and the indifference of the world, and hopes that his mother can take him home and stay away from this filth.
Unfortunately, I only wrote two sentences of the lyrics, and then I couldn't hold them in. Then Zhang Kexuan accidentally saw the draft of the lyrics and cursed angrily: "You want me to take you home quickly? You yourself I've been homeless for three days, and I can't find you even if I look for you! Do you rockers like to tell lies like this?"
Come on, I was stuck in my shell originally, but after being scolded by my mother, I gave up completely.
At this time, Li Mu saw that the four members of the band were silent and couldn't help but ask: "Can you play it again so I can listen to it?"
Zhang Kexuan reacted and said quickly: "Okay, okay, just wait."
After listening to the replay, not only were the other five people satisfied, but Li Mu himself was also satisfied. He said to Chen Wan, "Sister Wan, is this okay?"
"Yeah, perfect!" Chen Wan more than admired Li Mu.
"Okay, let's call it a day. Brother Zhang, please cut it and copy it. There's no need to do post-production."
Zhang Kexuan hesitated for a while and asked tentatively: "Li Mu, you...do you have any other original works?"
(End of chapter)