don't call me singer

Chapter 169 Recording "Yan Yan"

Yanyan's prelude was very long, and when the prelude ended, Gu Xiaobai entered the first paragraph with great precision.

It's loud!

Gu Xiaobai was startled by the sound coming from the earphones, subconsciously shrank back, and then controlled his volume to reduce the dynamics.

Sure enough, singing in the recording studio is different from outside!

There is no ambient noise, and the ultra-sensitive condenser mic is completely different from the feeling of singing with a dynamic mic in a noisy environment on stage.

It was different from the last time in the dormitory when I recorded "Youth Walk" by myself.

In fact, Fu Han never thought about it. This is not only Gu Xiaobai's first time recording in a recording studio, but also the first time listening to it.

Outside, Fu Han, Feng He and the sound engineer all put on monitor headphones.

Their headphones return a completely "dry sound".

Any flaws in the human voice will be clearly displayed.

Pitch, timbre, rhythm, stability, breath...

But the three people who paid the letter were dumbfounded.

So strong!too strong!

The pitch is flawless, the timbre can be controlled freely, the rhythm is precise, the overall stability is terrifying, and the breath is gentle. With such a sensitive condenser microphone, it is difficult to hear the sound of breathing.

What kind of monster is this!

It is said that when the tide recedes, you will know who is swimming naked.

This is how it felt in the recording studio. After removing all the reverberation, Gu Xiaobai, whose head was already above the water, revealed the part under the water.

Where is naked swimming? It is simply an alien battle robot armed with anti-gravity engines, anti-matter energy armor, and high-energy proton cannons!

In order to find the right mood, Gu Xiaobai recorded this track directly from the beginning to the end, instead of only recording his third and last harmony.

After singing once, the sound engineer gave Fu Han a supercilious look: "Brother Han, I admire your courage."

What courage to record songs with such a Gu Xiaobai!
This kid is simply a walking singing machine!

Fu Han felt that he had been hit again.

"I'll record it again." Gu Xiaobai felt that what he recorded just now was not good.

For the first recording, the dynamic retraction and playback in many places was unnatural, and I was too nervous, and my emotions were not well controlled.

The second time, the timbre changes layer by layer, the emotions are subtle, the layers are pushed forward, and the layers are progressive...

Even if it was just a dry sound, the few people wearing headphones outside were shaking their heads, fascinated.

The dim lighting in the recording studio can help Gu Xiaobai stay focused.

Without anyone else interfering, Gu Xiaobai's emotions completely sank into the song.

As he sang, the figures of Ertu, Zhao Xingsheng and Old Professor Chen flashed past his eyes, the scenes he saw at the wedding banquet, and the figure of Little Moth flashed past.

Emotions become more delicate and affectionate.

This is the Zhoujiu version of "Yanyan" that Gu Xiaobai sang best, and it is also the version of "Yanyan" that several people have heard the best.

Then Gu Xiaobai recorded a few more harmonies by himself, and it was over.

It took less than 10 minutes before and after.

"I really want to record an album for Xiaobai." The sound engineer clutched his chest, "It doesn't matter if you don't need money!"

Listening to such singers sing is really enjoyable.

In the profession of recording engineer, there is a saying.

People are more important than equipment.

A good singer can produce good results even with the most scumbag equipment.

As for trash singers, who use sky-high recording studios and millions of sound engineers, what comes out is also Xiang, at most they sprinkle gold leaf on Xiang for decoration.

"You never said you wouldn't ask me for money." Fu Xin was a little upset.

This sound engineer is not the one he is resident here, but an old friend specially invited, a bigwig in the industry, and the fee is extremely high.

If he hadn't bribed him with a barbecue and two bottles of beer, he wouldn't have left his recording studio and come to someone else to help record.

"After listening to this, you want me to record it for you again, and your price will be doubled!" The sound engineer was in pain and joy.

"I knew that Xiaobai's recording was so smooth. Why would I invite you here? It's a waste of money!" Fu Han was angry. He knew that Gu Xiaobai was short on time, so he invited an old friend to avoid problems during the recording process.

Not to mention my little brother who is a resident sound engineer, just talk about Feng He, the current producers are all proficient in sound recording.

But a good sound engineer can point out and guide singers on how to solve various problems encountered on the spot, and when recording, they will always encounter various problems.

For example, the first time you listen to the back-to-ear, the first time you listen to your own dry voice, you can't control the volume or dynamics, which will affect the recording.

But Gu Xiaobai was really strong beyond the rules, and all the problems went smoothly.

They didn't know that there was a "music library system" in Gu Xiaobai's memory palace, which Gu Xiaobai regarded as his own spectrum analyzer.

In other words, when Rengu Xiaobai speaks, he always has his own ears.

These are not used at all.

"Anyway, you've already paid for today..." The sound engineer went directly to the microphone: "Xiaobai, brother Han is almost done recording this, do you want to record your own version again? By the way, that, actually I You can also sing in harmony."

What the hell!Fu Han wants to scold people, but if he wants to sing, I will sing harmony for Xiaobai!I come!I come!

Record your own version?
Gu Xiaobai was quite moved.

To be honest, singing in a recording studio is a completely different experience than singing on stage.

Facing thousands of audiences on stage is like taking a big class.

Singing alone in the recording studio is like going to self-study.

Each has its own advantages, and Gu Xiaobai likes them all.

Another half hour passed.

"Xiaobai, do you want to record your piano version as well?"

Another hour passed.

"Xiaobai, do you have any other songs to record? Give it away for free today!"

free?You are taking my money!

Fu Han desperately rolled his eyes.

How do you look at the progress, Xiaobai can record an album in one day today?

Fu Han, who has been tormented by this album for almost a month, is so jealous that the wall is separated.

Gu Xiaobai recorded "Dongshan Ballad" and "Song Girl at the End of the World" again, feeling a little tired, so he walked out of the recording studio.

"Is this morning's work over?" The gold medal sound engineer looked happy. It was really easy to make money today.

Mixing and the like, I will talk about it later, he really wants to chat with Xiaobai, and ask when the album will be released.

"I want to record, I want to record!" Zhou Xianting looked around and raised his hand.

As the singer ranked second in 306, I also have my own masterpiece!
Please let me also enjoy the professional treatment!

"Xiao Li, you play with your little classmates." The gold-medal sound recordist didn't intend to train a layman like Zhou Xianting, so he turned his face and left the dirty work to Xiao Li, the resident sound record engineer in Fuhan Studio.

"Huh? I remember I paid for it." Next to him, Fu Han pressed Xiao Li's shoulders to prevent him from getting up, and smiled at his friend's sound engineer: "What do you want to sing today? If you want to record, you can seize the opportunity, this kind of big-name sound engineer is not so easy to find!"

Several teenagers jumped for joy.

So Zhou Xianting entered the recording studio.

Fu Han put on the monitor earphones for the sound engineer, and pressed them hard.

"Don't take it off! I paid every minute!"

The sound engineer was stunned to see Zhou Xianting enter the recording studio.

"No, let me die..."

"I don't want to record..."

"Who can help me……"

Fu Han took Gu Xiaobai to the next room to compose music, while the others sat on the sofa next to them, playing with their mobile phones and watching the fun.

"Anyone want something to drink?" Feng He stood up.

Oh, it's really tiring to quarrel with people, drink some fat house happy water and cheer up!

"Give me a bottle of Coke." Wang Haixia raised his hand without raising his head.

This man is so difficult to deal with!
To be able to persist for so long in front of Wang Haixia, who is the god of my east courtyard, I respect you for being a man!

(End of this chapter)