don't call me singer

Chapter 161 "Youth Walk" Without Dreams

"Little Xiazi, donate your ipad."

Turn on GarageBand on the iPad, connect Gu Xiaobai's electric piano, and record the main theme and accompaniment first.

Gu Xiaobai, who has no dreams, is directly in the key of C major, four-four beats, no matter how simple it is, anyway, Gu Xiaobai's vocal range does not need to be changed at all.

The BPM (speed) of the verse is set at 110, and the chorus is slowed down to 85.

When playing, he also added preludes, interludes, and interludes... Gu Xiaobai relied on his own instincts to randomly touch the notes on the keyboard.

But Gu Xiaobai's ability to improvise may be much stronger than his ability to write melodies. Preludes, interludes, interludes, etc. are not inferior at all.

After you have the basic accompaniment, the rest will be done step by step.

"I'm going to Brother Yao to borrow a condenser microphone."

For recording songs, the sensitivity of dynamic microphones is not good after all, and condenser microphones are still needed.

Zhou Xianting turned around and left. Since he borrowed a ukulele from Fu Wenyao last time, Zhou Xianting seemed to regard Fu Wenyao as the equipment warehouse manager. Anyway, he had everything.

Not long after, the microphone was borrowed, and a brother Yao who was watching the fun was brought along.

After setting up the microphone stand and connecting the microphone and the adapter, the dormitory was quite quiet. After closing the door, everyone held their breath. Zhou Xianting tried the microphone, and by the way, scanned a section with the ukulele, and added it to the arrangement.

"The microphone is fine, Xiaobai can sing now."

Gu Xiaobai mused, "Should I be anonymous?"

"Anonymous? Why..."

"Look at everyone's reaction to this song." Gu Xiaobai said.

If you know that Gu Xiaobai sang it, how can everyone's evaluation of this song be objective?

It was already torn into pieces.

Although Gu Xiaobai wants to complete the task, he doesn't like cheating either.

Moreover, he is afraid of trouble.

"Yes..." Several people nodded, and then wondered: "Xiaobai, didn't you write the song yourself because you haven't sung recently?"

Gu Xiaobai rolled his eyes, of course not, I don’t read books when I have time, but come to write songs, am I so bored?

There are so many good works waiting for me to cover them, okay?

If it wasn't for the completion of the task, ghosts would come to write songs!

"It's useless for you to be anonymous, can't you hear it when you sing?" Gu Xiaobai's voice is so recognizable.

"Then you can't use the usual timbre..." Gu Xiaobai took a few chest-abdominal breaths, uttered a few sounds, and adjusted his voice to cover up his usual timbre.

"Xiaobai, do you know how to smoke? It seems to be popular on the Internet." Listening to Gu Xiaobai adjusting his voice, Wang Haixia asked.

"Smoky voice?" Gu Xiaobai said, "You can't sing too much, it will ruin your vocal cords, but it's okay to try."

Gu Xiaobai tried a few words, the bubbly sound was mixed with the semi-closed vocal cords, and he found the so-called smoky voice feeling of leaking air. Hearing the deep, hoarse and unstable voice from Gu Xiaobai, Wang Haixia nodded repeatedly: " Yes, yes, that's the sound."

Several people in the dormitory looked at each other and snickered.

This kind of timbre, and Gu Xiaobai's usual singing style, are really two extremes.

Very online, very popular, very Douyin.

It is absolutely impossible to tell that this song is sung by Xiaobai.

When this song is really popular, and everyone knows that this song is sung by Gu Xiaobai, what will be your expression?
It's fun to think about it.

Of course, this song has to be popular first.

After adjusting the voice, the song recording started, everyone shrank aside, blocked the door, and cleared the corridor, so that no one would interfere with Gu Xiaobai's singing.

Gu Xiaobai doesn't like the smoke and voice, and thinks it is really monotonous and lacks skills.

When he sang, he changed it slightly, adding a little change and layering between the bubble sound and the degree of leakage.

In an instant, it was as if the clay Buddha was plated with gold, and it became high-end.

once again.

After listening to it again, everyone felt that something was missing.

"The chorus should be less conflicting, Xiaobai, can you be dramatic?" Gold medal arranger Wang Haixia asked.

"What is drama?" Gu Xiaobai didn't understand.

"That's it." Wang Haixia randomly found some old-fashioned dramas from the Internet, and let Gu Xiaobai listen to it.

So Gu Xiaobai sang the chorus again with his smoky voice + opera accent + key-raising.

That kind of feeling of being a little lonely in the world, came out all at once.

"Not bad... I feel it!"

"It sounds better than the ancient songs I usually listen to!"

"I really want to see their expressions when they hear this song..."

"Hahahaha... Why do I have the feeling that I am behind the scenes, the evil villain!"

Several people in dormitory 306 were inexplicably excited.

Fu Wenyao who came to see the excitement: "..."

His expression is helpless.

His heart is broken.

His fists are clenched.

Xiaobai, please have a little dream, okay?
Please write some classy songs, okay?

This kind of songwriting method with no dreams, no emotions, and no skills, the songs written are good, but they are too mediocre!
It simply lowered the level of our Dongwon University musicians!

But why does Xiaobai feel much more high-end when he sings it?

It's so irritating to have a high-end voice that can sing everything nicely!
"What do you feel is missing?" The gold medal arranger Wang Haixia continued to squeeze his chin, and once he squeezed, a poisonous trick emerged, "Ancient style music, how can it be done with the soundtrack of piano and ukulele? Order a national musical instrument, Xiaobai, let me play a flute."

Gu Xiaobai took out the flute, thought for a while, and played the prelude directly, inserting a melodious flute song in the middle.

The arrangement suddenly became much fuller, and it also had a lot of Chinese style.

Especially under the impact of several air currents, the unstable sound suddenly changed, like a hidden weapon piercing through the air, a sword colliding, full of murderous aura, overflowing with chivalry.

The meaning of the rivers and lakes came out all at once.

"Well... there's something missing, I'll play the pipa." Zhou Xianting said.

"You can also play the pipa?" Wang Haixia stared.

"I...Of course not." Zhou Xianting said, "But the ipad will..."

He opened the instrument interface of GarageBand, found the pipa, played a few passages randomly, chose a passage that felt good, and added it to the chorus in the position of "Piantune Baiyu sits on a golden saddle, watching his ruler and ministers have a final feast".

It feels pretty good, with a feeling of arrow feathers clanging.

A few people added and subtracted in the arrangement at will, and after listening to it several times, they felt that it was almost the same.

Gu Xiaobai readjusted the piano accompaniment to the newly added instruments and his own singing, and played it again.

In the end, a suitable virtual drummer was selected and accompanied by drum beats.

Go through it from beginning to end.

It took less than an hour from writing to recording.

"We really wrote this song?" Wang Haixia, who was just plotting poisonous tricks and begging the young lady from the beginning to the end, had a look of disbelief.

Several other people also looked at each other in blank dismay.

Sounds great!

Really nice!

It turns out that if you want to sing well, it's that simple...

We are awesome!Like yourself!

Brother Yao silently pulled his condenser mic, hugged the ukulele and left, lonely and lonely like an old mother who was kicked out of the house...

The pride and persistence of Dongwon University musicians are gone!All gone!
The recording is done, it's time to upload.

"Where will it go?" Zhou Xianting asked.

Zhao Mo silently turned on the phone and displayed a page, "Yuncun Music 'Night Wheel Project' Original Singer Contest" appeared in front of them.

"If you're anonymous, you can't use Xiaobai's ID card, Xiao Xiazi, use yours."

"Why use mine? I'm also a celebrity, use Zhao Mo's, he has no sense of existence, and others will subconsciously ignore him!"

"That's right, then Zhao Mo uploaded it."

Zhao Mo silently uploaded, and then pointed to the musician's name and the location of the introduction.

"What's the name?"

"Put our names in there!"

"Xia Ting Bai Mo!" Wang Haixia said.

"Why not Ting Xia Bai Mo?" Zhou Xianting was upset.

"You have to put Xiaobai in front, after all, it is Xiaobai who writes."

Gu Xiaobai rolled his eyes, did I just write?I am good at singing lyrics and music!It's you who insist on coming... Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you.

"Besides, Xiaobai said he wants to remain anonymous, so our names shouldn't be too conspicuous."

So... finally became... Bai Mo Tingxia.

"Musician: Bai Mo Tingxia."

"Musician's introduction: A teenager without dreams, who is like eating and waiting to die."

"Song: "Youth Walk"."

"Type: Chinese style, ancient style."

"Upload! uploading..."

"Thank you for joining the Light Wheel Project, please wait for the review."

By evening, it had been reviewed with three comments.

(Note 1: There are a lot of dry things in these chapters. I don’t know if I can understand them. In fact, in song writing, lyrics and melodies require the least technical content, because sometimes people who don’t understand music theory can write good songs. Orchestration, arrangement , mixing, etc., are the technical work... At present, this song can only be regarded as a demo level. The plot here needs to be simplified. Of course, the quality of online songs is not high.

Note 2: Xiaobai's music theory and instrument proficiency are a great help when writing songs. It is impossible for ordinary people to do this... Everyone who sees this and thinks I can do it, please die to become a musician. , or obediently go to practice the piano!Ren Xiaobai is a professional.

Note 3: Uncle Ha, who hasn't practiced piano for almost a month, obediently scram. )
(End of this chapter)