don't call me singer

Chapter 97 Original "Yan Yan"

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At Zhao Xingsheng's fingertips, the peculiar synthetic electronic sound was like the constant refraction of a laser beam, and it was like an aurora covering the night sky, which was unpredictable and covered the entire scene.

The heavy drum in the lobby is beating loudly, getting slower and heavier!

That feeling was like a prayer to the heavens, and it actually got a response from the heavens. The sky was full of rays of light, the gods descended, and they reigned over all things.

The bells reverberate, heaven and earth communicate, and man and god are one!

"I'm going..." On the opposite side, looking at Zhao Xingsheng's fingers that he could barely see, Mopancao's keyboard players were stunned: "Keyboard god!"

Damn, how can you meet the keyboard god anywhere!How can an amateur band have such a great god!

But I didn't know that Zhao Xingsheng was a great piano player before, and he was almost admitted to the piano department of Central Yin. Although he gave up his piano career because of his hand injury, he just felt that he couldn't reach the top. The level is still the performance level.

Coupled with the tempering of the band for so long, playing the keyboard is simply superb.

The sound of the lobby drum is filled at the bottom, which is indescribably thick. One of the drummer's drumsticks is beating on the lobby drum, and the other lightning is generally beating on the row drum. It's getting crisper and higher, as if someone is ascending to immortality step by step.

The afterglow of Gu Xun and Guqin reverberates in this intense and psychedelic electronic music. It is obviously extremely gentle, and even the rhythm is not obvious, but it is very rhythmic, like a caterpillar has burrowed into the spine. I shook my body a few times, and I felt like I couldn't bear it.

At the gate, Fu Letter's two ears are not enough, what kind of arrangement is this!
What a fairy composition!
How did a piece of music that is clearly classical, suddenly turned into a psychedelic electronic style?
But... it sounds so good!

The state dove band is actually a bit schizophrenic.

Half of liberal arts and half of science, what I like is really too different.

Zhao Xingsheng and the bass player of the Department of Literature are particularly fond of various ancient instruments and music.

Pharaoh and material science drummers especially like synth sounds and a variety of modern instruments.

Everyone in the band has a personality and character, and there are often various improvisations.

If the improvisation is good, it is a stroke of genius. If the improvisation is not good, it is the scene of a car accident.

So they can only be amateur bands, not professional.

For example, now, the bass player who is playing the guqin suddenly looks up to the sky with a long laugh.

"Hahahahaha..."

It is like feathering to the immortal, happy in the world.

But the long laughter gradually became smaller, and it seemed to be stained with a layer of sadness.

The bass player stared at Pharaoh, who was occupying the mixer and pulled the fader down, what are you doing, I haven't finished laughing yet, why are you pulling my mic!

Pharaoh rolled his eyes back, don't steal the show!Now is not your time to improvise!
The laughter died, and the singing began.

Not Gu Xiaobai.

The singer is Zhao Xingsheng.

Gu Xiaobai is the lead singer of this band, but he just doesn't sing!

When Zhao Xingsheng was about to sing, he had put down the ancient Xun in his hand and pulled out an A-key flute.

Xun, he will also blow the ones just now, cramming them temporarily.

But the flute...

The ethereal ancient xun sound disappeared, and the faint sound of the flute, which was absent, created a layer of sadness.

Zhao Xingsheng's bass sounded slowly.

"Yan Yan Yu Fei,
Jie Zhi Jie Zhi.

The son is returning,

far from it.

Look at Fuji,

Standing and weeping. "

Zhao Xingsheng's voice is not good, and his singing skills are not that good, he is better than ordinary people.

Of course, this is according to Gu Xiaobai's standards.

In fact, he mainly suffers from the relatively low sound range. If it is a suitable sound range, it is not much worse than the opposite Mopancao.

And this song is also the most suitable for him to sing.

When Zhao Xingsheng and his teacher were excavating various ancient tombs and monuments in the wilderness and barren mountains and mountains, they had been together for ten years, facing wild animals, disasters, and illnesses. The teacher-disciple relationship is still different from the ordinary one.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are in love with their father and son.

When he was young, he used to eat and drink at the teacher's house, and he used to get along with his younger sister day and night, like a brother and sister.

Once, the teacher also planned to introduce the younger sister to him, but the two of them didn't call.

But there is no love between men and women, but it does not mean that there is no other love.

Looking at the teacher, and then at the little junior sister, Zhao Xingsheng recalled everything in the past. His voice, in the thickness, carried a trace of grief.

His low tone was like that of an ancient king in the wilderness, with a generous elegy, and it was like the roar of the earth and the echoes of the mountains.

"Hey?"

"what?"

"This song……"

The audience under the stage, especially the guests of the history department, all widened their eyes.

On the stage, Zhao Xingsheng's teacher's eyes suddenly widened.

Wait, what's up with this song?

Most of the people present are not engaged in music, so they are not sensitive to music.

When I listened to the melody just now, I just felt quaint and atmospheric.

When the bassist recited in ancient pronunciation, the old man was still silently critical in his heart and found a few mistakes in pronunciation.

But when Zhao Xingsheng sang directly, all his thoughts seemed to disappear!
"Yan Yan" is one of the poems in the Book of Songs.

The Book of Songs records not poetry, but songs.

In other words, poetry is not separate.

The Book of Songs has a spectrum, but it has long been lost in the long years.

As a shining pearl of ancient Chinese culture, from ancient times to the present, in almost every dynasty and generation, some people have tried to compose music for the Book of Songs.

The most recent one was the Qing Dynasty's "Complete Book of Songs and Music Scores".

However, these later compositions have not been affirmed and inherited by later generations.

I always feel that something is missing, something is wrong, and your appointment is useless.

Originally, the most popular songs in the Book of Songs are folk songs from all over the world. How vivid and grounded are the folk songs, how can they be comparable to the later official compositions?

But when they heard Zhao Xingsheng's singing, they suddenly felt that.

This feeling... why is it so strange?
It's like there's a piece of the puzzle that's been missing for a long time...

I don't know who it was, but secretly put it together.

This is the real, original...

The ancient song "Yan Yan"!
Although it is an ancient song under the psychedelic electronic soundtrack!

The deep voice echoed in the hall, like the weeping of the late king, and the sorrow of the four fields.

After another period ended, Gu Xiaobai put down his flute, slammed his fingers down heavily, and took over the accompaniment of the chime sound.

And Lao Wang also came back. He didn't play the guitar, but hit the pads. Various synthetic sound effects paved the way for the audience, and the extra rich information bombarded people's ears, making people overwhelmed.

Zhao Xingsheng picked up the MIDI breath controller next to him and put it in his mouth.

He controls the pitch bend wheel with his left hand, and jumps quickly on the keyboard with his right hand. He holds a midi breath controller in his mouth, and uses the lightness of his breath to control the change of the timbre.

Under the control of the three envelopes, Zhao Xingsheng synthesized the gorgeous sound effect like the aurora in the sky. , surrounded the audience, causing people to subconsciously raise their heads and look around.

And this sound can reverberate like a pipe organ, vibrate like a violin, bounce like a drum...

But no matter how the timbre changes, the sounds of chimes, drums and guqin still come steadily, not sullen or angry.

Opposite, the knee of the keyboard player of Mopancao is about to shatter.

And the face of the lead singer is even worse.

Two people spray each other:

"Look at others, he's obviously the lead singer, and he even plays the keyboard so well!"

"No, this is someone's keyboard player. You sing so well, aren't you ashamed as the lead singer?"

The State Dove Band didn't know that the opposite side was torn up, and Lao Wang tapped his fingers hard.

"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!" The thunder sounded three times in a row, one louder than one louder, and one louder than the other, as if the heavenly monarch was furious, and the earth reverberated.

Then "Wow..." The sampled rain sounded.

"Whoa...whoa..."

Pre-stored sample sounds, howling wind, thunder and lightning, pouring rain.

The whole place shuddered.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai raised his head and said, "Yan Yan is flying in the air, let's go up and down the sound↗"

A swift, passing through the clouds!

The iconic high-pitched voice instantly filled the audience.

This is the real lead singer!
(End of this chapter)