Chapter 146

He pushed the door open again and looked at the mess in the corridor. It was like going back to the 1960s, when hippies and anarchism were popular. Andy looked at the hot milk in his hand - glass, fresh milk, which had just been heated in the microwave oven, and even a little hot. He held it carefully in his hand, How did he suddenly go back, feeling like a rookie nanny.

This kind of work, only the fledgling agent will do it by himself. After climbing to the top, all the trivial work is handed over to the assistant. Even if Langley doesn't have an assistant, he does. However, from yesterday to today, all of them were emergencies. So far, he has not been to the company. In an emergency, he can only do it himself.

Andy can't help shaking his head. He still has a lot of things to deal with. How can he stay with lanli all the time. Now send this cup of hot milk, then go back to the company and send the assistant.

When he opened the door of the studio, Andy saw Herbert press the red button with his right hand and said in a hoarse voice, "... The bass track here is still too loud. I'll turn it down and try again."

Before he finished, Lan Li, who was sitting in the recording room, said, "the drums are also turned down. I think it's disturbing to destroy the texture of the electric guitar. In the main part of the song, I still hope to focus on the guitar string, otherwise it will destroy the artistic conception of the whole song. "

"However, if you want to enrich the composition and increase the level, you must avoid only the strings of the electric guitar."

"No, no, it's not like that. When you turn down the drum and bass, and then when you sing, you add in the levels of sound and melody, the whole song will be enriched, and the three-dimensional sense will be stronger." Seeing that Herbert still wanted to argue, Langley shook his head. "Well, let's try both ways, and we'll know what the effect is."

Herbert looks up and sighs. Just when Andy thinks he's going to be angry, he nods in the affirmative and says, "let's try."

Andy is a bit surprised. Herbert is the most famous top recording engineer in the industry. He began to roll in the city of sound in the late 1980s. He has participated in the album recording production of Nirvana, guns, roses and other big band. He is not only experienced, but also brilliant. Herbert is famous for his tough temper and strong personality. During the recording process, it is common for him to scold the singer directly.

But just now Langley and Herbert's brief confrontation, the result is Herbert... Compromise? This is really unexpected.

Andy can't help but be curious. He stands beside and listens. The melody of Cleopatra has been played three times, but Andy can't hear it at all. Isn't it the same track three times?

In neutral, Andy delivers the hot milk and signals to blue. However, lanli just nodded, said "thank you", and then urged Herbert to play once. Herbert's hands were still upright, and his brows were still tightly entangled. His tense mood was on the verge of breaking out. Suddenly, he patted the table heavily, and the ashtray turned over directly, smashed on the carpet, and was silent, But ashes and cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, "let's try it!"

what?

Andy feels that his thoughts can't keep up with him. He's still in a state of tension in the last second, and he'll be happy in the next? The creative mode of artists is really confusing.

When he comes back to himself, Andy feels that he is too surprised. He seems to be back to the way he was when he was in the business. His mood is almost out of control. It's really not used to him. Looking at Lan Li, who is playing guitar again, Andy has to admit that signing this brokerage contract is his most daring and unconventional decision in the past five years. Lan Li, who is going to lead him to the wrong direction, has no idea now, which leads to his confusion.

Maybe, that's a good thing.

Take a deep breath, Andy did not hesitate, quickly left the studio, left the city of sound, and regained his usual calm and calm.

"Good, good." Herbert and Langley didn't notice Andy's departure at all - strictly speaking, they didn't even notice Andy's return. Langley just said hello subconsciously, "let's go in this way. We'll start recording the singing part now. Are you ready?"

Lanli put the guitar aside, stood in front of the microphone, nodded to Herbert's characteristics, and then heard Herbert's voice coming from the stereo, "this is your first time in the studio, so let's try it first. You find the feeling of recording, and I'll listen to your singing characteristics. Relax, just take it as an ordinary performance. "

Lanli made an "OK" gesture and put on the earplug. In an instant, the whole world was quiet. It was a kind of extreme silence. It seemed that he was surrounded by groups. There was no sound, even his own voice could not be heard. This kind of feeling is really wonderful, and then the clear and cheerful melody comes from the earplug. It goes directly from the ear to the brain, just like being surrounded by melody in the boundless darkness. People can't help but want to roam in the ocean of musical notation.

Herbert sat down again, lit a cigarette, relaxed his tense mind, and planned to listen to Langley's first performance in the mood of the audience rather than the recorder.

The studio in the city of sound is an extremely cruel place. It can amplify every detail of the singer's voice. Its advantages and disadvantages are the same. It's like tearing apart all the clothes wrapped on the body. The feeling of red fruit often severely blows the singer's confidence, but it is also the basis of recording wonderful music. So, Herbert needs to have a good understanding of Langley's voice line to prepare for the recording.

"I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be a young actor, when you kneel down in front of my bed and beg for my hand..."

Lan Li's voice came from the stereo, full-bodied with a trace of imperceptible hoarseness, just like the plane clouds in the sky, dragging lazily, but stained with a touch of soft gold, which permeated in the melody; Full but revealed a trace of vulnerability, especially in the high part, the voice becomes light and thin, that wipe hoarse began to be amplified, vaguely some broken sound danger, it seems a little harsh, but the wonderful thing is that a little bit of vulnerability is magically integrated into the music, easily hit the heart of the softest part.

Without too many skills, just like a real minstrel, he gives up all the flowery and flashy. He just wanders around the world relying on his own heart and abandons the real appearance after carving and stacking, but he becomes natural, flowing and complete at one go. He just stood in the same place, a light, a voice, so simple, simple to the extreme, but burst out a melancholy warmth, a touch of sadness sandwiched in it, pouring out the story that belongs to him, belongs to her, belongs to someone.

"But it's too late. It's too late. I missed the love of my life. When I die, I won't miss it again. "

Suddenly, a thin layer of water mist floated on the fundus of the eye, suddenly lost his armor; The surge in the chest blocked the throat. The mixed emotions could not be expressed in words. They could only follow the melody. It was like a dead leaf in the river of time, clear and transparent, deep and warm.

Fingers of the cigarette is still burning, the long ash finally can not support, fell on the carpet. Herbert suddenly thought of Langley's insistence: what I need is simplicity and purity. Now, at last, he understood.