————Saturday, November 9, 2019 October 13th, Year Yihai 20:11
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When the progress bar of the only German Stagtec digital mixing workstation in the country reached its end, soon the mastering resource library on the screen on the right side of Yan Qing was about to add the song "Flower Affairs"_lina jungle.
Raw, far different from the imagined sweet and sweet world of the two. Sitting at the machine in the recording control room, he put on a smile and made a start gesture to Weng Huaijing, who was separated by a wall. After taking off the monitoring headphones, he raised his head and drank from the bottle.
The last sip of pure water was in an attempt to soothe my growling stomach, but it backfired. After recording music with my girlfriend for more than five hours in a row, the energy intake in the breakfast and lunch meals, which was not too much in the first place, was completely exhausted.
After all, no matter how much water you drink, you can’t fool an empty gastrointestinal system.
But this is actually a typical self-inflicted problem. There is no way. Who has ever let someone put down their bold words and say, "We will do whatever you want~"? When Weng Huaijing entered the studio, he said, "Today is also a day when I really want to sing~",
It just so happened that Yan Qing had completed all the orchestration, arrangement, accompaniment track merging and other pre-processes in kopak studio in advance. Everything was ready and a natural singer who was in the right mood and in the right condition, so it was official from 3 p.m.
After they started recording, the two of them got out of hand. The production process went smoothly beyond imagination. First, they took down the four master tapes of the last issue of "Talent Co., Ltd.", which is what they should do, and by the way, they also finished the chapter.
Yameng prepared two birthday gifts as well as five new songs that will appear at the Caochangdi (Imperial Capital) Rock Music Festival tomorrow. In the end, Professor Weng, who is super killer, even targeted the song in her new album that has three versions -
— "Passengers" (Mandarin)/"It's a Thing" (Cantonese)/"going home" (English)".
Since the on-site recording team of the National Center for the Performing Arts Concert Hall provides the program team with the most professional point-to-point real-time recording collection, eliminating the relatively lengthy and complicated pre-recording process of instrument separation, the two live performances of "Butterfly Lovers" and "Always with Me"
Mastering Yan Qing only needs to do corresponding post-transformation on the sound source material he got back, and the rest needs to be recorded in the studio to record dry vocals. Among these eleven songs, only six are marked issac yen.
There is also a song that only provides folk guitar accompaniment, and there are nine songs marked as lina jungle. To be honest, a certain Qing's current state can be called "people are in high spirits when happy events happen." Six songs only entered the studio for ten
He graduated successfully after four attempts, but his outstanding performance was instantly ruined by Weng Huaijing, who was full of firepower.
Standing in front of the stand, singing softly with lowered eyebrows and eyes, or gazing lovingly at her boyfriend behind the soundproof glass, Professor Weng whether it is "My Secret" that bravely and directly expresses the girl's thoughts, or "My Secret" that implicitly expresses the distance and resentment.
"Love Is Missing", or "Yong" that resolutely expresses the fate of both the stone and the stone, or even "Passenger" which requires different emotions in three versions, all the details are just right, matched with her top-notch vocal tone ductility, and supplemented by
With Yan Qing's tailor-made singing guidance, her voice is sometimes ethereal and lazy with a hint of psychedelia, sometimes fresh and pure like a gurgling forest stream, sometimes languid and mute without losing the heart-stirring magnetism.
Sometimes cold and indifferent with a bit of decadence, of course there is also a sincere and warm touching sweetness. Putting aside the Mandarin version of "Passenger" which is still being recorded, Weng Huai only took off the singer's monitor headphones ten times in total and managed it perfectly.
The remaining eight songs have a wide range of styles.
According to the real-time feedback from the current passive monitor speakers, there is a high probability that the last song "Passenger" will be given a speed pass by Professor Weng. This situation makes Yan Qing, who is looking around for something more to satisfy his hunger, quite melancholy.
, and even regretted the original, for no other reason - the initiator of the delay in completion was actually him. Originally, the three songs such as "Passenger" were not in today's plan. The dry recording could have been completed as early as around 7 o'clock in the evening. At that time, Weng Huaijing
After a quick pass of "Winter Solstice", he naturally opened the door and walked towards the recording control room with a smile on his face. Feeling that his stomach was about to sound an unpleasant famine alarm, Yan Mou, who was very concerned about his image in front of his girlfriend, had an idea.
It turned out that a cunning operation was performed, which resulted in the final bitter fruit.
"I really like "Winter Solstice"~ The arrangement's light and ethereal instrument tone is a perfect match for the repetitive rhythm. Coupled with the lyrics that seem to be referring to something, carefully thought out but with no clear intention, this song becomes
So special…”
Weng Huaijing was playing with the bunch of crystal keys on her collar. At that time, Weng Huaijing was immersed in the sweetness and happiness given by her boyfriend. She naturally missed some details in her light steps. Before she even reached the work table, her beautiful eyes were shining with eagerness.
Di asked to Yan Qing, who was holding his breath behind his back: "How did you do it~ If I didn't sing it again first, I still can't tell whether the arrangement is good or bad~"
"Gulu~Gulu"
Facts have proved that human patience has its limits. Although the rebellious voice bursting out from hunger arrived late, at the critical moment, Yan Qing, who desperately bought a certain amount of preparation time, operated the mouse to play a high-pitched, bright and distant trumpet solo melody.
, relying on the suppressive power of eight three-dimensional 3D surround-distributed speakers, it miraculously covered up the noise coming from his stomach.
"It's very simple. From the mainstream point of view in the market, if you want to judge whether a song is technically good or not, you usually look at the number of tracks first. If there are many tracks and clear layers, it means that the producer's level in all aspects is good.
It's very good, and it's an objectively good song. 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 a technical perspective are not only
It’s only reflected in the number of tracks…”
What a good Yan Qing. Facing Weng Huaijing's slightly surprised questioning look, he rounded up the topic in a few words: "Like some songs, although there are few tracks, they are still clearly layered, and the overall effect, technique, and details are
, transition control, etc. are very good, while still retaining the producer's own recognition, such as the trumpet in the intro to "Passenger"."
"? I listened to it last night. You used trumpet in the beat of "Li Sao", but this time it seems to be more mellow. Being able to use limited instruments to achieve the effect you mentioned, Yi Sa, should be considered a technique.
It’s reflected to the highest degree…”
Knowing nothing about her boyfriend's abdominal howling behavior, Weng Huaijing carefully reviewed the melody lingering in his ears. This high-pitched trumpet alone did not sound harsh at all. The timbre and artistic conception were inexplicably similar to a B-flat soprano saxophone, which was melodious and distant.
There was a bit of pathos in her voice. After the music stopped, she continued to ask about the arrangement: "But what if we don't talk about technology and only make judgments based on the sense of blind listening?"
"In technology, there are relatively broad and unified objective perspectives and standards. If it is from the perspective of emotional expression, it is quite subjective - we can say that a certain song resonates with us and makes people think of a certain memory.
Or empathize with the same feelings, but these may only be for a single individual. Maybe for others, he does not feel this way at all, so the basis for judging whether the song is good or bad only depends on whether the song fits the listener's subjective opinion.
Awareness has nothing to do with the number of tracks or technical level. This is actually something that most listeners will pay attention to. After all, few people nowadays will delve into the technical level of a song..."
Momo sweated in his heart. Yan Qing, who had just survived the embarrassing crisis, started to feel upset again. Weng Huaijing was still listening attentively, so he had no choice but to play the trumpet solo again.
, and then calmly brought the topic back to "Passengers": "Everyone is actually (Gulu~Gulu~) searching for resonance based on their inner voices, so I plan to do an interesting experiment with you (Gulu~
Gulu~), using the same dream-pop arrangement scheme with lyrics of different moods..."
""It's a Thing" and "Passenger", right? I understand what you want to express. In other words, sometimes people are not actually picking out songs to listen to, but looking for a close friend for their subconscious mind.
, so many so-called bad songs have a relatively simple structure from a technical perspective, but they are popular and can be liked by people, just like "Talent Co., Ltd." which was criticized by a certain supreme golden song king, Yi Sa~
I think our response method is very good..."
The prelude to "Passengers" sounded again in the recording control room. Weng Huaijing still didn't notice the mystery behind the sound of the horn. Instead, he thought that as this year's awards season was approaching, he might have realized that there was no hope of nomination.
Pian Mingla secretly criticized Yan Qing's draft. She, who has always been cold and cold, couldn't help but feel sorry for her boyfriend: "I insist that anything that can inspire widespread empathy is enough to be called a good song. This is the charm of music - subjectivity.
and abstraction give it infinite possibilities.”
"Buzz buzz, let me drink some water..."
An idea struck, and Yan Qing drank half a bottle of soda water, and her symptoms were slightly relieved. Yan Qing was in a very complicated mood for a while. He was not only embarrassed by his frequent health problems, but also confused about the recent public opinion he learned from Weng Huaijing.
But it was more sweet because he was moved by his sweetheart's defense of himself. After a moment of confusion, he muttered shyly: "It's not a response. In fact, as a producer, I feel that the concept of over-emphasis on subjectivity does more harm than good.
Yes, no matter how the outside world evaluates it, arrangers still have to pay attention to improving their own technical level. After all, they need to have mature enough technology to support brilliant and brilliant ideas, so the style of music is more guava, which sounds more poetic.
The third version of "going home" was born."
"Is that enough? Do you mind if I haven't drank this bottle yet? It's okay to give me some heat. You're already sweating. Let me wipe it for you..."
Seeing a light layer of sweat on her boyfriend's forehead, Weng Huaijing first handed his bottle of pure water to Yan Qing, then turned around and took out a few pieces of tissue paper to wipe him gently. The distance was very close, and he moved his hands and feet.
Professor Weng, who was carrying the scent of the wind and singing softly, could not help but see a faint blush from the corner of his eyes: "I remember last night you said you wanted to sing the third version more. Why, isn't "Going Home" so beautiful?
Is it too stinging a hypothesis?”
"I wish I could, but actually I don't mind if I drink it, I even like it..."
Forcibly wiping away the words of wolf and tiger that were about to come out of his throat, Yan Qing, whose face turned red, fell into his girlfriend's tenderness and rosemary scent and couldn't extricate himself for a long time. Until Weng Huaijing returned to his original position, he was still thinking about it: "
You smell so good, and the reason why I want to sing "Go Home" even more may come from a story I once saw in a dream, a story that is very similar to our experience..."
"Ah! Come on, stop being an air robber, I want to hear a story..."
She couldn't wait to pull up the sleeves of Yan Qing's sweatshirt and swung it to urge her. Suddenly, Weng Huaijing seemed to think of something. After pursed her lips tightly, she carefully looked at her boyfriend who was secretly enduring the symptoms of abdominal howling: "Is this allowed to be said?"
"It should be okay. Let me put on an accompaniment and tell a story. (Gurgling lurking in the sound of trumpet) In the United States in the 1970s, a seat on a long-distance bus from New York to Florida was behaving strangely.
The silent man was interrogated by the young passengers in the car all the way, and the man finally spoke after the car passed through New Jersey and arrived in Washington. It turned out that he had just completed his four-year sentence.
After I got out of prison, I wrote a letter to my wife when I was in jail and before I was released from prison. The first letter said this..."
Operating the mouse, Yan Qing played the "going home" accompaniment composed of guitar strums, trumpets, and plucks at the speed of light. He used every opportunity to release the complaints of his stomach and intestines while switching to the first-person tone.
Telling the story: "I am about to leave for a long time. If you can't bear the loneliness, if the constant questioning of the children makes you painful, then you can forget about me and remarry. I will understand."
"Then he went further than you. He didn't explain why he was imprisoned, but he actually asked her to remarry?"
With eyebrows as dark as distant mountains and eyes like the waves of autumn water, Weng Huaijing gently reached out and touched the back of Yan Qing's head: "Why does this man help her make the decision?"
"A fellow tourist also asked this question, but the man replied: She is a unique woman who has been very popular since she was a child. I wonder if she will forget me and live a happier life, so I asked her not to give it to me.
I wrote back, but she really didn’t reply, so we completely lost contact after the first letter. It wasn’t until I was about to be released from prison that I wrote her a second letter, because we had been living in Brunswick in the past.
In front of Jacksonville, on the only way into the town, there is a particularly tall oak tree..."
His arm was held tightly by Weng Huaijing who was looking forward to the next step. Yan Qing, who did not dare to ventriloquise anymore, could only continue his narration helplessly and with enjoyment: "I said in the letter that if she wants me to come back to you, she
Just hang a yellow handkerchief on the oak tree, and I will get off the car and go home. If she doesn't want me anymore, please ignore it. If you don't see the handkerchief, I won't get off the car."