During the day, there is a vast sea of people, and all eyes look back at the so-called social elites who are dressed brightly, stepping on 10cm high heels and walking on the smooth and bright marble with all kinds of beauties. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In Starbucks, the bustling faces of the East who come and go in and out of the cold and arrogant faces, the prosperity seems to hide the ugliness under the darkness of the big Shanghai, and a rugged but proud city of growth is slowly established on the edge of the Huangpu River.

This is Shanghai in the eyes of Bai Kaifeng, and it is also a microcosm of China's rapid financial development. There are still more than ten kilometers away from the center of Shanghai, and as the night slowly falls, the crowd around gradually decreases, and finally only the faintly visible boys and girls are still attached to each other's ears and talking love words, chuckling and walking away.

This is the edge of the city, and the people who live here seem to live like the edge, without the noise of the city, it is rare to remain idle, but it is also bitter. It's at least comfortable to live here. Bai Kaifeng opened the window, glanced out the quiet window, and thought silently.

The house is not big, more than fifty square meters, the size of a single apartment, and the living furniture in it is neat, which is enough for Bai Kaifeng, a person who has been single for thirty-one years. After his eyes swept out of the window, Bai Kaifeng turned around, bent down and swept the slightly messy small table in front of him, a few bottles of cans were casually thrown into the trash, picked up a pack of cigarettes that had been opened on the table, Bai Kaifeng took out a light fire, squinted his eyes, sniffed the wine on his fingers that had just thrown away the can, and smoked it carefully.

After a short while, Bai Kaifeng glanced at the watch on his left wrist, closed the window, came to the slightly worn TV in the living room, and turned it on. As soon as the TV was turned on, there was a hissing and slightly harsh sound, and the picture was even more rippled, Bai Kaifeng frowned, and patted the TV with his left hand, and the TV picture slowly became normal.

Sitting on the sofa, Bai Kaifeng switched TV programs at will, and in this way, more than fifty TV programs flashed in his old-fashioned eyes, it was really contrived, Bai Kaifeng chuckled in his heart. Then he casually changed the program, picked up the undrunk can on the table, opened it and began to drink.

"Congratulations to mainland singer Huang Dong for winning the Golden Melody Award for Best Album. The picture of the TV in the room flashed a beautiful reporter's face, and the reporter smiled and said to Huang Dong next to him: "Do you have anything to say about today's award?" "There is a lot to say, and I am very grateful to the staff behind this album." A very standard smile, a very official sentence, ended this short report.

After listening, Bai Kaifeng's right hand holding the cigarette shook suddenly, and the ash fell to the ground like a small snow in the morning.

"Thank you?" Bai Kaifeng muttered to himself, then laughed, took a few sips of wine, continued to laugh, and laughed to the end, the smoke was extinguished, and the tears in his eyes slowly slid down. This year's best Chinese album was written by Bai Kaifeng for Huang Dong in the studio for three full months, and was also regarded by Bai Kaifeng as a new breakthrough in his career.

But in the end, the album finally took shape, and it said independent music producer: Huang Dong. Bai Kaifeng was stunned, he roared angrily in the company with the album, smashed, and only got a letter of dismissal. He took the letter of dismissal and didn't say anything again, silently packed up his things and left the company.

Bai Kaifeng felt sad, a sadness as a music producer. In the bustling China, entertainment is taking shape like a blowout. Music seems to be evolving at a rapid pace, and talent seems to be emerging. But Bai Kaifeng knows very clearly that the circle of the music industry is disgustingly chaotic, and it seems that the music in this big dye vat in the entertainment industry seems to be relatively clean.

But in fact, music is the most unformed entertainment, and its division and introduction of occupations are not formed at all. A music producer, in a mature music system, corresponds to it as a film director to a movie. In Europe and the United States, music is more mature, and the position of producers is more unique.

In China, all kinds of people seem to be able to become producers after learning a little music and arranging music. It's messy, and it's dirty. "The triumphant wind blows from the south. His name was taken by his father from the Book of Songs, and he became a talented man, just as his father had hoped.

In junior high school, he fell in love with music and began to learn various basics, and although he majored in Chinese as expected by his father in college, he still minored in his favorite music after class.

After graduating, he came to Shanghai and joined a music company as a studio assistant, and five years later, he made his business card assistant a producer, and that's it.

The chaos in the music world has changed the taste of the producer, and the music director is more likely to be considered a music MV director than a record producer. It wasn't until the album he produced was replaced by a popular singer that Bai Kaifeng felt sad in the real sense, sad for his future and for the music circle.

Bai Kaifeng got up and turned off the TV, picked up a new cigarette in his mouth again, sat on the old sofa, watched the dim light on the ceiling and gradually closed his eyes, there seemed to be a little wind in his ears, and it seemed to be the laughter of his childhood, and his slightly tired eyes were closed heavily.

Bai Kaifeng is very relaxed and comfortable, and only in this way can he not feel tired or sad. He is not a stubborn person, and he has bowed to life, but the space for survival is squeezed without a bottom line, and in the end, Bai Kaifeng understands that he actually has nothing.

After working for five years, he received 5,000 yuan a month to live, although he was in Shanghai, he could get by. He has a dream, a dream that has been repeated, a dream of becoming the world's top producer, he has never had the luxury of becoming a popular singer, but he wants to be another milestone in the music industry. This dream has never dared to tell anyone since he stepped into society.

Only when he returned to his rented house, Bai Kaifeng encouraged himself in the mirror every day. There are many posters around the walls of the room, some of which have been blurred a lot, but they can vaguely recognize everyone's faces, and the faces that are extremely heavy in the music world are the goal of Bai Kaifeng's life at this time.

Music producers, in the music industry, play a very important role. His tasks include controlling the scheduling of recording projects, training and coaching singers, organizing scheduling resources and managing budgets, overseeing the recording process, and more. In some ways, like a film director, he is a music director, responsible for controlling the style of the whole record and grasping the characteristics of the singers.

Due to the development and changes of the market, various professions have begun to develop, arrangers, recording engineers and other professions have emerged one after another, but a music producer is like a chief director, he has to control everything. But in the fast-growing Chinese music industry, the producer of each album is like a temporary worker.

The attitude of large companies is even more flattering, and the word producer is like a severely malnourished child who begins to grow. He can be the songwriter of this song, and he can be the producer of this record tomorrow. He could just be a live music editor or a producer of records from then on.

Due to the imbalance in the regional development of music, the division of labor in Hong Kong and Macao is refined. But generally speaking, it is just four words, people-oriented. Due to the rapid development of music in the mainland, especially the gushing development of the Internet and the non-regulation of copyright, the market for records has been squeezed brutally and brutally. More and more musicians are moving towards independent production.

In the European and American markets, where the music system is already very complete, this phenomenon is very rare. When a singer releases a record, it is like making a movie, the record company takes the lead, finds the music producer, that is, the chief director, and the director contacts all kinds of people, such as live tuners, post-arrangers, etc. Wait until everything is done before you start recording.

In Europe and the United States, music recording is very traditional, and you can't just find a music recording studio and a few tuners to do it, just like shooting a movie is very rigorous. Compared to the chaotic Chinese market, there are very few music producers who are truly authentic.

"Hmm" Bai Kaifeng made a sound softly in his sleep, his brows furrowed, as if dreaming of something bad, at this time, a breeze blew from outside the house, around his neck and stroked hard, Bai Kaifeng shivered fiercely, opened his sleepy eyes, lifted his clothes, and covered his neck. "Damn cold weather," he scolded in his heart.

When he got up and was about to close the window, he was surprised to find that he was in a dormitory-like place. Bai Kaifeng looked at it, rubbed his eyes with both hands fiercely, and looked around carefully, "You can't dream." Bai Kaifeng slapped himself fiercely, and he shouted in pain.

"Xiaobai, are you okay, you will go crazy when you wake up early in the morning. Suddenly, a familiar but unfamiliar voice came from behind him, "Dadong!" Bai Kaifeng turned his head and looked at Dongnian who had just taken a bath behind him in surprise. Dong Nian was puzzled and wiped his hair with a towel and said, "What kind of nerves do you have in the morning." ”

Bai Kaifeng was messy at this time, he clearly remembered that he was in his room in Shanghai, how could he come here or his college days!"Dongzi, what year is this year?" Bai Kaifeng eagerly wanted to know the answer. "You're sick. Dongnian looked at Bai Kaifeng inexplicably.

"I'll tell you, if you are sick, you can be cured!" Dong Nian looked at Bai Kaifeng seriously and said, "You said it." Bai Kaifeng couldn't help but raise his voice and asked. Dong Nian, who was wiping his hair, was frightened by Bai Kaifeng and said, "2000." ”

"In 2000, I was a senior year. Bai Kaifeng thought silently in his heart, and then suddenly ran to the toilet, looking at the green face in the mirror, at this time, the face that had not been carved by time was the vicissitudes of life, Bai Kaifeng suddenly lay on the edge of the pool, leaving tears. At this time, Bai Kaifeng was extremely sure that he had returned to the past.

An opportunity to change the future was suddenly in front of us. Bai Kaifeng raised his head, looked at his reddish eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. He is just an ordinary college student, not yet a formal music school graduate, but he is confident that he has a musical footprint for the next ten years.

To be a top musician, a musician who has the music development process in his mind for the next ten years, Bai Kaifeng turned to look at the sky and said very firmly.