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Zhang Zishang sat in a daze watching Han Jue's on-the-spot composition. He had to hold on to the bench with both hands to prevent himself from falling.
No matter before Zhang Zishang became famous or after he became famous, he could always hear that a certain song was written in one breath in just a few minutes. Some are twenty minutes, some are fifteen minutes, and some are ten minutes. It seems that the faster they are written, the more powerful the songs will be.
Zhang Zishang is like most ordinary people. After reading those anecdotes, he went back to listen to those songs with a feeling of wonder. He really felt that those songs had become much more powerful.
Nowadays, Zhang Zishang has entered the entertainment industry, and he knows such a story to some extent, and there is another story behind it. Ten minutes or twenty minutes refers to writing the lyrics and music, and does not include arrangement, singing, or subsequent operations.
This is already amazing.
However, Zhang Zishang never imagined that today he would witness how a song, including arrangement and singing, was produced in the shortest time.
At first, Zhang Zishang was very happy when he saw that Han Jue was going to write songs on the spot. Because this is the weight of the program.
It¡¯s just that Zhang Zishang looked at Han Jue¡¯s operation, and the more he watched, the more doubtful he became, feeling that something was wrong with Han Jue¡¯s operation.
Zhang Zishang knows how a song appears from scratch. When a normal musician creates a song, he first records the melody or lyrics that flash in his head, then expands the verse, chorus, and pre-chorus to make the song fit the format, and then carefully crafts it. It¡¯s the arrangement.
Sometimes the musician is in a state of divine help, and the music and lyrics come out together.
But arranging should not be put at the forefront in any case, because composing and arranging are different.
Composing means writing out the [melody line] and [harmony], while arranging requires structuring all the instruments used.
Han Jue started by arranging music.
Zhang Zishang was very surprised when he saw Han Jue start directly from the arrangement, but he did not dare to say anything to Han Jue.
Before, he picked Han Jue's songs here and there, but Han Jue not only didn't beat him, but actually changed them for him one song after another. Zhang Zishang already felt that today was his lucky day. However, if he was asked to disturb Han Jue while he was creating, Zhang Zishang would never dare to commit suicide.
When Han Jue started creating, he felt like he was in a deserted place. He didn't hum the melody or write lyrics. He just silently adjusted the timbre of the electronic keyboard, simulated some musical instruments, and played one boring and unsounding sound track after another.
" Such an unconventional and cool operation as Han Jue's made Zhang Zishang suspect that Han Jue had premeditated it. The so-called "temporary song writing" was just for show.
I saw Han Jue crackling and operating on the computer with almost no hesitation, repeating and merging the written arrangements. In the end, just after finishing a meal and drinking a glass of water, the arrangement was roughly completed.
"Okay, let's do this for now. It will take a while to do the details." Han Jue spliced ??and arranged the sound tracks one by one, picked up the cat, and announced that it was completed.
Zhang Zishang looked at the time and saw that only ten minutes had passed since Han Jue put the cat down.
¡¾It's too much! Teacher Han! ¡¿Zhang Zishang bared his teeth and felt that Han Jue simply failed in his performance. Just like the last time he recorded in a dessert shop, Han Jue immersed himself in playing randomly on the table for ten seconds before he raised his head and said he had an idea.
It is simply the idiom itself of "too much is not enough", which is the best explanation.
But when the sound of something that Han Jue had "worked hard" for ten minutes came from the production room's speakers, Zhang Zishang's attention was attracted little by little.
Even though it was an unfinished arrangement, Zhang Zishang had a very metaphysical belief that the quality of this song would not be bad from the moment he heard the first note.
The violin playing first came from the speakers, which was soothing and relaxing, giving it a religious feel. But half a minute later, the tone changed, the sound of the piano alternated between light and heavy, and a tense, depressive, gloomy, and suspenseful black atmosphere was created. This sense of danger is particularly evident in the production room, which is dominated by black and red tones. Then the guitar, piano and drums all come together.
¡° Listening to such music, people have pictures in their minds.
However, all the pictures in his mind eventually turned into Han Jue in front of him.
Han Jue sank into the boss's chair, crossed his legs, stroked the black cat in his arms with one hand, rested the elbow of the other hand on the armrest, and lightly covered his lips with his fingers, seeming to be focused and distracted, his aura spread. open. Matching the black and red tones in the surrounding production rooms, it looks dangerous and calm, just like a?The napping lion.
Everyone who saw this scene suddenly felt that the music playing on the speakers seemed to have appeared specifically for this scene.
When half of the song was played, Han Jue woke up from his meditation. Others also woke up.
"It would be better if we added harmony," Han Jue made some modifications on the computer and took out the vocal recording equipment. "But now it's just a simple singing, you can just listen to it."
[Get a rough idea] Zhang Zishang swallowed.
When Han Jue leaned against the microphone and began to speak in a low voice, Zhang Zishang found that he didn't even understand a word.
"Teacher Hanwhich language do you sing in? II don't know it!" Zhang Zishang immediately showed that his cultural level was not as high as he imagined after Han Jue stopped reading a strange sentence. , never overestimate him!
"Italian," Han Jue stared at the screen, calmly, "Don't panic, this is the prelude."
Zhang Zishang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it was just a prelude.
After finishing the operation, Han Jue turned around and played the song again. But this time, in the prelude that was first holy and then suspenseful, Han Jue's whisper in Italian sounded.
When the confession was over, the newly added synthesized sound that Han Jue just added sounded, four sharp synthesized sounds.
Listening to it this time is a completely different feeling than the last time.
Zhang Zishang heard the hair on his arms stand up.
Before Zhang Zishang could reflect on the purpose of the four scream-like sounds, he heard Han Jue holding the recording device and saying:
¡¾The cool morning dew wets the black dress, the stone road is foggy, the father is whispering¡¿
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¡¾Merciful Father, I have fallen into a country where I cannot see sin, please forgive my arrogance¡¿
Han Jue stopped singing halfway through the song.
"How do you feel?" Han Jue asked, while adding the vocals he just recorded to the accompaniment without any waste.
"Great! Great!" Zhang Zishang stood up and clapped, very excited. Zhang Zishang is like a repeater. After listening to a song, he always says "yes" with excitement on his face.
Whether it¡¯s Han Jue¡¯s smooth singing or the quality of the lyrics and music of this new song, it¡¯s an excellent masterpiece. Judging from Han Jue's appearance, it could be even better. I don¡¯t know what the finished version will look like.
The director downstairs is also satisfied. I feel that just by having Han Jue's live arrangement, live lyrics and composition (doubtful), and live singing clips today, I have already made enough money, and my trip was not in vain.
Han Jue turned a deaf ear to Zhang Zishang's overwhelming praise. He has already figured out the identity of Zhang Zishang.
Zhang Zishang kept saying "Okay", but just like the most difficult client Han Jue had ever encountered in his previous life, he was constantly grinding, dissatisfied with this aspect of the work, and had demands for other aspects of the work. Unfavorable and unpleasant.
So Han Jue ignored Zhang Zishang¡¯s compliments and said directly: ¡°The rhythm of this song is too fast, but the requirements for singing skills are not very high.¡±
As expected, Zhang Zishang started to talk about the conditions again, and he asked cautiously: "Is there no song with a slower tempo, a more cheerful atmosphere, and a lower requirement for singing skills?"
Quite unexpectedly, Han Jue nodded and said, "Yes."
"Yes? That's great!" Zhang Zishang beamed with joy.
"Nursery rhymes." Han Jue said calmly.
Zhang Zishang was so shocked that he immediately stood up from the bench and kept wandering around like he was hiding his skills: "No nursery rhymes, no nursery rhymes!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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