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·live version_"Liang Zhu Violin Concerto"_aremis    yuan(feat.hso).raw

·live version_"always    with    me"_issac    yen(feat.lina     jungle    ).raw

·"love     stroy"_lina     jungle.raw

·《you're    still    the    one》_issac    yen.raw

·《Yang》_lina     jungle.raw

·《I》_issac    yen.raw

·"My Secret"_lina     jungle.raw

·"A Game, Dream, I Love You"_issac    yen(feat.lina    jungle   ).raw

·"Love Missed"_issac    yen(feat.lina     jungle_The temporarily missing pronunciation words girl group harmony track).sesx

·"Winter Solstice"_lina     jungle(feat.guitar:issac   yen    ).raw

·"Life is hot because of you"_issac    yen.raw

·"going    home"_lina     jungle.raw

·"Flowers' Things"_lina     jungle.sesx:▓▓▓????????????    27%

—————Saturday, November 9, 2019, October 13, 20:11

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After the progress bar of the only two in China, the Taiwan-made Stagtec digital mixing workstation was pulled to the end, soon the master resource library on the screen on the right side of Yan Qing was about to add the previous song "Flowers' Things"_lina     jungle.raw, which was far from the speculation of sweetness. He sat in the recording control room, and smiled and looked at the wall outside Weng Huaijing, who made a start gesture. He took off his monitor headphones and poured the last sip of pure water in the bottle, trying to soothe his croaking stomach, but things went against his wishes. After spending more than five hours of continuous dry sounds with his girlfriend, it was not too much early, and the energy intake in the afternoon was exhausted. After all, even if he drank a lot of water, he could not deceive the empty gastrointestinal system.

But this is actually a typical self-inflicted thing. There is no way. Who made someone let go of the bold words and say, "What do you want, let's do it?" But when Weng Huaijing entered the studio, he said, "Today is also a day I really want to sing~." It just so happened that Yan Qing also completed all the orchestration, arrangement, accompaniment track mergers and other pre-order processes in kopak studio in advance. Everything was ready and then a natural singer with good mood and good condition was released. So since the recording was officially started at 3 pm, the two of them were out of control.

The production process was smoother than imagined. First, we took down four master sound sources from the last episode of "Talent Co., Ltd.", which was a matter of course. We also finished the two birthday gifts prepared for Zhang Yameng and five new songs that will be released in the Grassland (Imperial Capital) Rock Music Festival tomorrow. Finally, Professor Weng, who was super god-killing, even targeted the song in her new album with three versions - "Crossman" (Mandarin) / "Flowers" (Cantonese) / "Gooing     home" (English)".

Since the live recording team of the National Grand Theater Concert Hall provided the program team with the most professional point-to-point instant recording and collection, it eliminated the relatively long and complicated pre-recording process of instrument tracking. Yan Qing only needed to make corresponding post-transformation of the source materials he received, while the rest needed to enter the studio to record the vocal dry sound. Among these eleven songs, there were only six songs marked issac     yen, and there was one that was limited to providing folk guitar accompaniment, and there were nine songs marked as lina    jungle. To be honest, the current state of Mingqing can be called a sentence "People feel happy when they are happy". The six songs only entered the studio and graduated smoothly, but his outstanding performance was instantly ruined by Weng Huaijing, who was fully fired.

Standing in front of the wheat, or lower your eyebrows and lower your eyes and sing softly, or staring at your boyfriend behind the soundproof glass with deep affection, Professor Weng is the "My Secret" that bravely expresses the girl's thoughts, or the "Love Missed" that implicitly expresses the scattered resentment, or the "Dynasty" that resolutely expresses both jade and stone, or even the "Cross" that requires different emotions in the third edition, all the delicate aspects are just right, and they are combined with her top-notch voice and color ductility, and supplemented by Yan Qing's genre

Yi's singing style transformation guidance, the voice is sometimes ethereal and lazy, and it has a slight psychedelic feeling. Sometimes it is fresh and pure like a gurgling stream in the forest. Sometimes it is depressing and dull, but it is still a bit of heart-warming magnetism. Sometimes it is cold and indifferent, and it also has a bit of decadence. Of course, it also has sincere and passionate charming sweetness. Putting aside the Mandarin version of "The Passenger" which is still being recorded, Weng Huaijing only took the singer's monitor headphones ten times and perfectly controlled the other eight songs with a huge style span.

Based on the real-time effect of the current passive monitor feedback, the last song "Cross Passenger" is likely to be given a quick pass by Professor Weng. This scene made Yan Qing, who looked around and wanted to find something to fill his stomach, was quite melancholy and even regretted it. The reason was that there was no such thing as the culprit of the lag-off completion was actually him. Originally, the three songs such as "Cross Passenger" were not in today's plan. The dry sound recording could be concluded at around 7 o'clock in the evening. At that time, Weng Huaijing pushed the door and smiled and walked towards the recording control room with a smile. He felt that his stomach was about to send out an unbearable alarm for famine. He cared about his image in front of his girlfriend and played a trick on his own, which resulted in the final bitter fruit.

"I like "Winter Solstice" very much~ The light and ethereal instrumental arrangement is perfect for the rhythm of the repeated cycles. In addition, the lyrics that seem to be pointed and thought about it carefully but have unclear intentions make this song very special..."

Playing with the string of crystal keys on the neckline, Weng Huaijing was immersed in the sweetness and happiness given by her boyfriend. She naturally missed some details while walking lightly. Before she could reach the workbench, she could not wait to ask Yan Qing, who was holding her breath behind her back: "How did it do it~ If I didn't sing it first, I still can't tell the quality of the arrangement~"

"Gulu~Gulu"

Facts prove that human patience has its limit. Although the rebellion of hunger burst out, it was late. At the critical moment, Yan Qing, who tried hard to get a certain preparation time, operated the mouse and played a high-pitched, bright and distant small trumpet solo melody. Relying on the suppression of eight three-dimensional 3D surround speakers, it magically covered the noise of his stomach and intestines.

"It's very simple. From the mainstream perspective of the market, if you want to technically determine whether a song is good or not, you usually look at the number of tracks first. If there are many tracks and clear levels, it means that the producer's level is very good in all aspects. It is an objective level. The harmonious and unified orchestration scheme is enough to prove its excellent production and relatively strict process control. However, in my opinion, the best works from the perspective of technology are not only reflected in the number of tracks..."

What a Yan Qing. Facing Weng Huaijing's slightly surprised look inquiring, he turned the topic back in a few words: "Some songs, although there are few song tracks, are still clearly layered, and the overall effect, techniques, details, transition control, etc. are very good, and the producer's own recognition is also retained, such as this trumpet in the prelude of "The Passenger".

"?I heard it all the way last night. You used a small trumpet in the beat of "Li Sao", but this time it seems to be more rounded. The effect you mentioned by Yi Sa should be considered to be the highest technical level..."

He knew nothing about her boyfriend's howling behavior. Weng Huaijing carefully savored the melody that wandered in his ears. This high-audio trumpet was not harsh alone. The tone and artistic conception were inexplicably similar to the treble saxophone. It was melodious and clear, and she continued to ask about the arrangement question: "But if you don't talk about technology, just make judgments based on the blind listening senses?"

"There is a relatively broad and unified objective angle and standard in technology. If it is from the perspective of emotional expression, it is quite subjective - we can say that a song resonates with oneself, which makes people think of a certain memory or empathizes with the same feeling, but these may only be for a single entity. Maybe for others, he does not have such a feeling at all. Therefore, the basis for judging good or bad depends only on whether the song fits the audience's subjective consciousness, has nothing to do with the number of tracks and the level of technology. This is actually something that most listeners will pay attention to. After all, few people will delve into the technical level of a song now..."

I silently sweated in my heart. Yan Qing, who had just survived the embarrassing crisis, started to make trouble again. Weng Huaijing was still listening very seriously. He had to start the snippet solo again, and then calmly pulled the topic back to "Crossman": "Everyone is actually (gulu~gulu~) to explore the resonance based on his inner voice, so I plan to do an interesting experiment with you (gulu~gulu~) and use the same dream-pop arrangement plan with lyrics with different artistic conceptions..."

"Is "Flowers" and "Cross Passenger" right? I understand what you want to express. In other words, people are not picking songs, but looking for soulmates for their subconscious mind deep in their hearts. Therefore, many so-called bad songs have a relatively single structure from a technical perspective, but they can become popular and like it. Just like "Talent Co., Ltd." criticized by a certain Supreme Golden Song King, Yisa~ I think our response method is very good..."

The prelude to "Crossman" sounded again in the recording control room. Weng Huaijing still did not notice the mystery under the trumpet. Instead, he thought that as this year's awards season approached, perhaps because he was hopeless of nominations, a certain King of Athletics published several press releases that openly stumbled on Yan Qing. She was always cold and couldn't help but feel unfair for her boyfriend: "I insist that anything that can inspire broad empathy is enough to be called a good song. This is the charm of music - subjectivity and abstractness give it infinite possibilities."

"Buzz, I'll drink a sip of water..."

Yan Qing, who had a sudden inspiration, had poured half a bottle of soda water, and his symptoms were relieved slightly. He was very complicated for a moment. He was embarrassed by his frequent embarrassment and was confused about the recent public opinion he learned from Weng Huaijing, but he was more moved by his sweetheart to protect himself. After a while, he muttered shyly: "It's not a response. In fact, as a producer, I think that overemphasizing the concept of subjectivity is more harmful than good. No matter how the outside world evaluates it, the arranger still has to pay attention to the improvement of his own technical level. After all, he must have sufficient mature technology to support Pianruojinghong's good idea. Therefore, the third edition of "Going Home, Going      " with a more poetic music style was born."

"Is it enough? I don't mind if I haven't drunk this bottle yet? Give it ~ the heating is fine. You are sweating, so I'll wipe it..."

Seeing that his boyfriend's forehead was covered with a slight layer of sweat, Weng Huaijing first handed his bottle of pure water to Yan Qing, then turned around and pulled a few pieces of paper to gently wipe him. It was very close to him, and the fragrance gusts were carried in every move. Professor Weng, who was singing orioles, could not help but feel a faint redness in his eyes: "I remember you said last night that you wanted to sing the third version more. Why? Isn't there a hypothesis that "Going Home" is too stinging?"

"I can't ask for it, but I don't mind drinking it, even like it..."

Forced to erase the word "Wolf-Tiger" that was about to burst out from his throat. Yan Qing, whose old face turned red, fell into his girlfriend's tenderness and rosemary scent for a long time and couldn't extricate himself. Until Weng Huaijing retreated to his original position, he was still savoring: "You smell so good, and the reason why you want to sing "Go Home" may be from a story that was very similar to our experiences in a big dream..."

"Ah! Say it quickly~ Don't be an air raider, I want to listen to the story..."

I couldn't wait to pull up Yan Qing's sweatshirt sleeves and sway and urge him. Suddenly, Weng Huaijing seemed to think of something. After pursing her lips tightly, she looked carefully at her boyfriend who was secretly enduring the symptoms of abdominal howling: "Can this be said?"

"It should be OK. I'll put accompaniment to tell the story. (Guru Guru Lulu Lu lure in the sound of a trumpet) In the United States in the 1970s, a long-distance bus departing from New York to Florida, a man with strange behavior and silent behavior was interrogated by a young passenger in the same car. (Guru Guru Lulu Lulu Lug in the sound of a trumpet) After the car passed through New Jersey and arrived in Washington, the man finally spoke. It turned out that he had just finished his four-year sentence and came out of prison. When he was imprisoned and before he was released, he wrote a letter to his wife. This was what he wrote in the first letter..."

Operating the mouse, Yan Qing played the accompaniment of "Going Home, Going                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   �

"Then he was even more out of your way than you, and he didn't explain why he was in jail and even asked her to marry again?"

With eyebrows as far as the mountains and dark, and eyes as the waves of autumn water, Weng Huaijing gently reached out and touched Yan Qing somewhere on the back of his head: "Why should this man help her decide!"

"The tourists who travelled with him also asked this, but the man replied: She is a unique woman and has been very popular since childhood. I wonder if she forgot about me and lived a happier life, so she told her not to reply to me. Then she really didn't reply. So we completely broke off contact since the first letter. Until recently I was released from prison, I wrote her the second letter, because we had been living in brunswick in the past, right in front of Jacksonville, and there was a particularly tall oak tree next to the road to the town…"

The arm was tightly held by Weng Huaijing, who was looking forward to the following text. Yan Qing, who did not dare to speak again, had to continue his speech helplessly and enjoyably: "I said in the letter that if I am willing to return to my side, she would hang a yellow handkerchief on the oak tree. I would get off the car and go home. If she doesn't want me, please ignore this matter. If I don't see the handkerchief, I won't get off the car."
Chapter completed!