don't call me singer

Chapter 29 The Good Audience in China

To the uninitiated, this band's performance would at best be a little noisy, a little snarky, and not so refined.

But rock, and it's obviously still metal rock, noisy, glitchy, isn't it normal?

But in front of Gu Xiaobai's god-like absolute pitch, all kinds of shortcomings were immediately apparent.

But even with such critical ears as Gu Xiaobai, he couldn't hear any obvious flaws in Brother Ming's performance.

The chaotic performance scene is like a rampant wave.

And he is like the mainstay, no matter what the chaos of the rest of the band is, I will naturally stand still, no matter the rhythm or the melody, it is stable.

And it was precisely because he was with him that the band did not become a mess in the joint practice. Instead, you pushed me and pulled me, and you chased me and walked forward.

Gradually, it became interesting.

Fu Wenyao's breath was steady, and so was his voice.

The drummer's rhythm doesn't drift as much.

The rhythm of the bass player also kept up.

The rhythm guitarist also has fewer mistones.

The melody of the keyboard player can also keep up.

Gu Xiaobai found a few more mistakes, and it was 13/20.

According to the original difficulty of the question, it would have been completed, but after increasing the difficulty, Gu Xiaobai did not complete the homework.

What?Are you saying I didn't finish my homework?

How could I, Gu Xiaobai, fail to complete my homework!
He seemed to know what Gu Xiaobai was thinking. Below 13/20, another line of words popped up: "Punishment for unfinished homework, 1 hour detention!"

At this moment, the system is already laughing at the bottom, like a ten thousand-year-old villain who cannot be beaten to death.

Xiaobai, Xiaobai, you didn't expect me to have this trick!
Detention?Let me, Gu Xiaobai, be detained?

All of Gu Xiaobai's potential was forced out.

His brain was running at a high speed, both ears were shaking, and his eyes were staring at the stage without blinking. Whether it was the noisy crowd or the restless electric sound, nothing disturbed him.

His attention expanded again.

No longer limited to one player in the band, but expanded to the entire song, the entire stage.

He had almost finished reading the book "Understanding the Theory of Music". At this time, in his mind, "Understanding the Theory of Music" was flipping through the pages, and waves of knowledge poured out.

Coupled with his own comprehension, many things that he hadn't noticed before began to be noticed again.

"The rhythm seems to be a little stiff." Gu Xiaobai said.

Gu Xiaobai doesn't know about metal rock. In fact, this feeling is because riffs are boring. For metal rock, riffs can be said to be the soul. It is an improvised rhythm that is constantly repeated. Now it's made up like this, but it runs through and repeats, like a keel running through the whole song, which determines the tone of the whole song; it's also like the background color spread on the canvas, which affects the whole painting The tone of the rhythm guitarist; the rhythm guitarist's poor playing technique, stepping on the beat, it's already hard, can't ask for more.But this clumsy technique, like a large block of color, sticks to the canvas, and naturally feels stiff.

When the focus is placed on the whole, more omissions are revealed.

"The textures of the various instruments do not support each other well. Fu Wenyao wants to pursue the treble, but the bass of the whole band is unstable... It's the reason for the drums and bass..."

Just like Lao Hong who had a loud voice back then, his steady bass provided Gu Xiaobai with strong support, making Gu Xiaobai's treble more moving and stable.

"Furthermore, Fu Wenyao's vocals are too low, and it feels a bit like being overwhelmed..."

Gu Xiaobai didn't know either, this was because Fu Wenyao's voice lacked resonance and could not cover up the instruments and accompaniment at all. Singing live was always the weakness of pop singers.

Not to mention amateur singers.

If someone hadn't invented the microphone, pop singers without resonance would not be able to stand on stage.

If the people who sang and told stories in the ancient teahouse could not hear clearly from the most corner seats of the teahouse, they would probably be beaten out by the teahouse staff.

Not to mention the street singing.

Many people compliment a singer for their singing skills and usually call them "walking CDs", meaning the live is as good as the CD.

But in fact, the real singers can be an order of magnitude higher on the spot than in the studio!

At this time, Fu Wenyao finished singing the first two stanzas, and when he sang "She is my sweetheart, and I haven't held my hand yet", he took out his acoustic guitar and played a solo.

I don't know if it's because of the bad radio or something else, but the guitar's sound is also a little weak.

Later, Brother Ming also joined in.

Brother Ming's electric guitar and Fu Wenyao's acoustic guitar have a well-arranged interspersed solo. The tones of the two different guitars are interspersed with each other, echoing each other, like a pair of teenagers and girls, separated by the lake by the lake. Looking at each other, talking to each other, you come and go, reluctant to part.

Brother Ming's high-pitched electric guitar is an enthusiastic teenager.

Fu Wenyao's acoustic guitar is a gentle girl.

However, this interspersed, so that the skill gap between the two people is judged.

Brother Ming's guitar is a handsome guy with a height of 1.8 meters 306 who dares to call himself Daniel Wu of Dongyuan University in the circle of friends.And this girl probably only dared to call herself "the number one beauty in dormitory [-]" and was afraid of being beaten.

After a solo session, the audience closed for a second, and Fu Wenyao sang: "Forgive me for not paying..."

The voice was high-pitched and tense, obviously reaching Fu Wenyao's treble limit.

Then the music started again, and the guitarists, drummers, and bass players all leaned on the microphone in front of them and began to sing harmonies.

"Well, Brother Ming's tone is very ordinary." Gu Xiaobai looked at the guitarist, and was happy that he finally found a flaw in Brother Ming.

In fact, it's not that Brother Ming has no shortcomings, it's just that the current Gu Xiaobai's level of guitar has not reached the point where he can pick on Brother Ming.

But when it comes to singing, Gu Xiaobai has confidence, and can easily say many shortcomings.

After all, a guitarist who can't sing harmony is not a good guitarist!
After the deep harmony ended, the entire band on the stage posed in a cool pose, and the low sound of "Om..." echoed in the cafeteria.

"21/20!" This set of numbers was quietly displayed on the screen.

The system doesn't speak, just wants to be quiet.

And the person who was supposed to be Gu Xiaobai's opponent...

Gu Xiaobai applauded happily and shouted, "Okay!"

The performance is so good, I don't need to be detained!

Fans applauded.

Xiaobai applauded, and it was right to follow along!
Fu Wenyao was moved to tears.

The audience is so enthusiastic!Woohoo, so moving!
Will you ask to return to the venue, shouting Encore!
(End of this chapter)