Chapter 90: Departure

The old artists say that they can do it, and they can do it.

In the rehearsal room, Shen Chujie cut her short hair and draped it on her head, looking heroic.

There was a microphone in front of him, and Zhang He stood in the rehearsal room, watching the rehearsal process of the old artists.

is old, someone must take care of him when he goes out, and Zhang He is here to ensure logistics.

Han Le'an is equipped with instruments such as drums, keyboards and guitars, and the erhu uses a bass erhu.

A brand new song, a blend of folk and modern music, is not something that can be done by one person, it is the work of a whole team.

In addition to Han Le'an, there are also special folk music instructors.

Rehearsals began quickly, first of all, familiarize yourself with the tune and lyrics of the whole song, and be able to sing it in its entirety.

With Han Le'an on the side, everyone quickly became familiar with the whole song, and they were all professional, which was not difficult.

The crowd then began to play together, and that's when the problem arose.

"The rhythm is fast!" was about to start singing, and Shen Chujie shouted.

The music has a beat, but the performance of an old artist has no beat.

The performances of the old artists are completely free, the rhythm is all based on feeling, and the melody is all about memory.

"Let the old artists put on their headsets. Han Le'an proposed.

Ready-to-use headsets, one by one, the old artists can hear the drum beat from the headset and grasp the rhythm.

The small headset is really the first time that the old artists have worn it.

The old people don't like to wear this thing in the first place, and it is very awkward after wearing it.

Rehearsals started again, and the rhythm was still not right.

"What's going on?" Han Le'an also became anxious.

"You don't feel comfortable wearing this thing, and we can't hear anything, only humming, not even our own music. Zhang Delin responded.

If you can't hear the drums, the rhythm is messed up.

Old artists can sing with their feelings, but other musicians can't do that, they need the beat.

This stumped Han Le'an and Shen Chujie.

The two of them were sad and couldn't rehearse anymore.

I had thought that I would encounter difficulties, but I didn't expect this to be the case.

The beat was wrong, and the other three musicians couldn't cooperate.

Zhang Delin: They also felt guilty.

"Let's try again, young man, and we'll try to cooperate. Zhang Delin was a little reluctant to go, and said.

"No, I can't. Han Le'an immediately refused.

I have worked with old-fashioned artists, and I know where the characteristics of old-fashioned are, and if I let the old-fashioned artists accommodate them, there will be a problem of wrong taste, which I have experienced for a long time.

"What should I do?" Zhang Delin asked.

Shen Chujie suddenly said at this time: "Director Han, since this is the case, let's follow the beat of the old artists." ”

Han Le'an was silent.

It is very difficult to follow the beats of the old artists, and the performance is ever-changing, and it can change at any time, which makes it more difficult for singers and musicians.

"Director Han, since we want to make an authentic old-fashioned rock music, we must overcome these difficulties, and only in this way can we retain the original taste of the old-fashioned music. Shen Chujie said eagerly, her eyes were sincere.

Zhang He on the side was also a little moved, Shen Chujie was playing really.

"Then give it a try. Han Le'an said slowly.

I told the musicians their ideas, and although the musicians found it very difficult, it was a very exciting process to be able to participate in such a music creation process, and everyone readily agreed.

Rehearsals begin again.

The veteran artists were the first to start playing music.

"His uncle...... His second uncle is his uncle!" Zhang Delin sang loudly.

"Hey!" shouted in unison.

"The high tables and low benches are all wood!" Zhang Delin continued to sing.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Wait a minute. Han Le'an immediately shouted.

He walked up to a few people, frowned, and said, "I think there's something missing ahead." ”

"What's the difference?" Shen Chujie wondered.

"Lord Delin, do you remember what you said before you started singing at the music festival?" asked Han Le'an.

"Remember, how can I forget, I was shouting at the guys to be ready. Zhang Delin said with a smile.

This was originally the earliest intangible cultural heritage performance, and Liu Xingwu's words to cheer everyone up, but later it was also applied to the old performance, and the audience still liked it.

"I think we could add a paragraph. Han Le'an took out a pen and notebook and began to write.

Write with a stroke of a pen and you'll be done in a few clicks.

"Lord Delin, you just shout this. Han Le'an said.

Zhang Delin took it and took a look, and a smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

"What a motor!"

Rehearsals begin again.

Before the music got up, Zhang Delin shouted: "Man!"

"Hey!" the old artist replied.

"Copy guys!" Zhang Delin shouted.

"Uh......h Hey!" everyone echoed in unison.

Then the song suddenly sounded.

"Wait a minute!" the folk music director shouted at this time.

"Shen Chujie was a bit monotonous standing on the side, and I thought I could add an instrument to her as well, so that she could also join the performance, instead of just singing. The folk music director said slowly.

"Go to the instrument room and bring my cymbals!" said the folk music instructor laughed.

The assistant on the side immediately went to get the cymbal.

The cymbal is a percussion instrument, also known as a cymbal, and its counterpart is the cymbal.

There are generally two types commonly used in Chinese folk are brass cymbals and iron cymbals.

The cymbal is an instrument with no fixed pitch, so in general, the small cymbal has the highest sound, followed by the medium cymbal, and the big cymbal has the lowest sound.

This time, a brass cymbal was used, which was made of brass copper and was very similar in appearance to cymbals, which are usually smaller.

The folk music instructor gave Shen Chujie a pair of small cymbals, which can be held with both hands, which is a little larger than the palm of the hand, and the top is drilled and tied with silk cloth, and the two sides are a pair, and when playing, they can be knocked together, or they can make a sound by rubbing.

Shen Chujie has studied folk music and will use this instrument.

Han Le'an and the folk music instructor immediately began to modify the score and added this instrument.

Shen Chujie held a pair of cymbals in his hand and stood in the middle of the old artists.

Then, rehearsals resumed.

As Zhang Delin shouted a few times, Shen Chujie used the small cymbal in his hand to cooperate with the beat.

"His uncle...... His second uncle is his uncle!"

"Hey!" everyone shouted in unison, and Shen Chujie tapped it with a small cymbal on the side.

"The high tables and low benches are all wood!" Zhang Delin sang.

"Uh......h Hey!"

"Uh......h Hey, hey, hey!"

"Uh......h Hey!"

The old artists shouted three times in a row, and then all the music disappeared.

Shen Chujie held a small cymbal in his hand and tapped it gently, and in the continuous percussion, the music gradually sounded, which belonged to the old style of the song, with distinctive characteristics.

As the music progressed to the back, the sound of keyboards, guitars, and drums joined in, and the sound became thicker.

Keeping up with the rhythm of the old artists has become the biggest difficulty, but there is no way to make him disappear from this difficulty, he can only overcome it.

A month passed quickly, and everyone left for Shanghai to participate in the recording of the "Chinese Star" program.

The recording took place at Shanghai TV.

The show brings together some of the biggest names in the festival.

Before recording, the show needs to be rehearsed.

After arranging their accommodation in Shanghai, they went to the recording hall.

A man in a hat greeted Shen Chujie with a smile.

"What show are you preparing this time?" the man asked.

He is one of the judges of this show and has a good relationship with Shen Chujie.

"Mr. Zhou, the song I prepared is a combination of Huayin and rock music. Shen Chujie said respectfully.

The man's face changed suddenly.

His name is Zhou Wen, and he is a master of rock and roll.

"Are you crazy?" Zhou Wen said in surprise.

He knows the old Huayin dialect, which is evaluated by the professors of the Central Conservatory of Music as the oldest rock music genre in China.

The rock world has studied it, but no one has done it because it's too hard.

"Teacher Zhou, this is a crazy thing in itself, but I believe I can do it well. Shen Chujie said unhurriedly.

"Please ask Mr. Zhou for advice. Shen Chujie smiled.

Zhou Wen nodded, very curious.

Shen Chujie did a groundbreaking thing in the music industry, and she was the first to fuse Huayin's old style and rock 'n' roll.

Zhou Wen's heart couldn't wait to see how the finished product was.

The two of them walked into the rehearsal room together.

"Shen Chujie, if it doesn't work, it's still too late to change the repertoire, don't be reckless. Zhou Wen kindly reminded.

"I know," Shen Chujie nodded.

Even after a month, the problem of the beat still hasn't been solved.

The two of them walked into the rehearsal room, Han Le'an and the folk music instructor were inside, and the veteran artists and musicians were also among them.

"Hello artists. Zhou Wen stepped forward to say hello.

bent down slightly, shaking hands with the old artists one by one.

At this time, they can no longer be called artists, they should be called artists, each of them is a treasure of the country.

"This is Mr. Zhou Wen, the judge of this show, and he is a senior in the rock music industry. Shen Chujie also introduced to everyone.

Zhou Wen didn't have any shelves, he was very approachable, he found a bench to sit on it, and said slowly: "You guys start acting." ”

"Shen Chujie, I still say the same thing, if it's not good, it's too late to change it now. Zhou Wen smiled.

"Teacher Zhou, please take a look first. ”

Shen Chujie walked to the middle with a small cymbal, and several musicians and veteran artists were also in place.

Everyone was planning to have a final rehearsal, but now it's time for a rehearsal, so there's no need to waste any more time later.

The song sounded, and the old artists began to roar at the top of their voices.

Zhou Wen's originally calm face suddenly fluctuated.

A song ended quickly, and Shen Chujie saw Zhou Wen on the side with his head bowed, as if he was very dissatisfied.

She hurriedly walked over and asked, "Teacher Zhou, what do you think?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zhou Wen didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"I'm sure I'm going to keep going even if it's a dead end, and if no one opens this door, it's always closed. Shen Chujie said loudly.

"Then do it. Zhou Wen said slowly.