Funk is actually called Funky in black slang. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The genre of info was later translated as "stop percussion" after it was introduced to China. In fact, this translation is relatively close, because this type of music does have this obvious label.

When he was in Suzhou, Bai Kaifeng thought of this genre because in 2000, it happened to be the bleakest time for Funk, and even when the music genre of Punk was popular in the European and American markets, Funk disappeared from the market little by little.

With the development of the world, everyone can clearly feel that the pace of life is slowly speeding up, and the dance music is slowly becoming lighter, and the music of the eighties and nineties that dances slowly like blues is becoming less and less accepted by everyone, and they are all thrown into the arms of more cheerful tunes.

As a musician, Bai Kaifeng is very aware of the characteristics of FunkMusic, as a leader of the music genre of the era, although Funk has a strong sense of rhythm, it does not have the characteristics of other dance music genres!

However, in later years, more and more musicians have given Funk more rhythms, and in order to keep up with the trend of the world, Funk is getting faster and faster, and even adds some rock flavor!

What Bai Kaifeng has to do now is to use the percussion rhythm of Funk to this album, speed it up and change the style of the entire music album.

Bai Kaifeng has reason to believe that after adding Funk by himself, the music presentation will be more three-dimensional and diverse!

It took more than a week for Bai Kaifeng to roughly revise the first arrangement in the recording studio, and went to Hong Kong to make Funk more contemporary

I found an old band to record the tune, and for old music fans, Funk is quite nostalgic.

Deben was a little stunned when he saw the still very green face in front of him, and when the boy, who was just in his early twenties, said that he was a music producer and asked his band to record songs, Deben smiled.

Although he is not laughing at young people, but being a music producer at such an age is either a joke or a small employee of a third-rate company, Deben poured a glass of water from the musical instrument store he opened and gave Bai Kaifeng a smile: "Young man, although I Deben is not a famous star, I have been playing music for more than ten years, and I will not follow you to play around." ”

Bai Kaifeng took a sip of water and grinned: "Uncle De, I didn't ask you to record a few third-rate songs. Re-introduce yourself, Bai Kaifeng, music producer of Emperor Entertainment. ”

"Oh?" Deben lowered his head after speaking, and continued to tune the guitar in his hand, and when he heard Bai Kaifeng's words, he raised his head and looked at the grinning smile, "Emperor?" Swallowing his saliva, he said cautiously.

"This is my work card. Bai Kaifeng took out the work card that Mani had made for him, after all, it was more convenient to go in and out of the company frequently.

Deben looked at the document from Bai Kaifeng and gave it back to Bai Kaifeng: "The young man is good, he went to such a big company to make music at such a young age." ”

"Uncle De, the band you formed by yourself has been playing for many years, and it is quite famous, and I came here to record songs for you this time. Bai Kaifeng stood on the side of the counter and looked at Deben, who was sitting inside holding an electric guitar, and said cautiously.

"You artists from Hong Kong companies are all playing pop music, and I won't record this type of music. Uncle De glanced at Bai Kaifeng, and his tone revealed a trace of contempt.

Playing rock and roll really looks down on playing pop in their hearts, Bai Kaifeng rolled his eyes in his heart, but there was a mysterious smile on his lips, "Uncle De, how do you think it's POP, although pop music has become more and more common in the Hong Kong music scene in recent years, but I'm not recording POP this time." ”

"Huh?" Deben was really a little surprised, from the moment Bai Kaifeng entered the store, Deben didn't stop being surprised by this young man, the young music producer still belongs to a large company, and what Bai Kaifeng just said surprised Deben even more.

"Nowadays, young people have more tricks, I thought you all played POP. Deben deliberately said teasingly, but Bai Kaifeng pouted, "Uncle De, the song I need to record is Funk." ”

"Funk?!" Deben stood up immediately after hearing this, staring at Bai Kaifeng, who had a flat face at this time, "Are you sure it's Funk?"

"It's time to go back to the music scene after almost fifteen years, and although there are occasional funks in music nowadays, that's just the way, and young bands don't understand the essence of funk, so I'm looking for you musicians. Bai Kaifeng also looked at Deben's face with some traces of age with a serious face and said.

"Funk," Deben sat back on the small stool, touching the guitar in his arms, looking like he had returned to those years.

As if thinking of something, Deben hooked the strings with his left hand and played the guitar with his right. The unplugged guitar does not have the hollow entity of a folk guitar, and the gentle and faint sound of the piano is like a girl exhaling softly in her ears, which makes Bai Kaifeng's heart itch.

And suddenly, Deben's right hand spends up, and his left hand also changes the chord technique, Bai Kaifeng closes his eyes and hears this slightly familiar soundtrack, "This is Funk!" This feeling can only be played by the older generation of musicians who have experienced the glory days of Funk.

The slow, fast tempo, with an unplugged sound instead of 80 percent bass, a kind of melancholy with a hint of blues, and a wisp of alternative rhythm, "yes, that's it." Bai Kaifeng opened his eyes, as if he had grasped something, and his eyes lit up.

At this time, Deben's hand also stopped, and the flat music came to an abrupt end. “GetLucky。 Bai Kaifeng looked at the guitar in Deben's arms and said seriously, "This is the funk I'm looking for." I heard it. ”

And Deben's eyes also flashed, this song is actually quite old, and the album of the song is the name in Bai Kaifeng's mouth, from France.

"You've intrigued me, can you show me your score? Deben spoke first, Bai Kaifeng was very happy after hearing it, this time I found this musician and asked from the mouths of other producers in the company, so that these older generation musicians can be the sound source, the effect must be better, since Deben took the initiative to ask, Bai Kaifeng also quickly took out a few materials from the file bag and took them over.

"This song should be made of POP. After roughly sweeping it, his mouth hummed in tune, Deben asked with a frown, and Bai Kaifeng laughed, "I was going to do POP before, but I changed some places and wanted to use Funk as the background color of the album." ”

"Oh, that's a strange idea. It was also the first time for Deben to listen to the combination of Funk and POP, and when Bai Kaifeng slowly narrated his thoughts to Deben, Deben's eyes slowly brightened.

At first, I thought that Bai Kaifeng was just a hairy boy who knew some music, until now, Bai Kaifeng's impression in Deben's heart has really changed, and some ideas even coincide with Bai Kaifeng when talking, and there is a feeling of hating each other.

"Then please come to the company to record the day after tomorrow, and we'll make adjustments when the time comes. In the end, Bai Kaifeng put away the materials, sorted out the bag, looked at Deben and said. Deben nodded after listening, "It's okay, I'll bring the rest of the band tomorrow." ”

Today's most important task was completed, Bai Kaifeng also felt a sense of relief in his heart, smiled and waved his hand at Deben and walked out of the store. As soon as he went out in a warm room, the cold wind penetrated into his neck, making Bai Kaifeng shiver fiercely, shrunk his neck and stretched out his hand to stop the taxi from sitting back in the company.

Looking at Bai Kaifeng who was leaving outside the door, Uncle De, who was standing at the counter, muttered to himself: "This young man is amazing, juniors can't be underestimated." ”

Then he walked out of the counter and carefully wiped the guitar with a clean cloth, and the traces of the wood grain seemed to be like the traces of the years engraved in the long river of music by the older generation, reflecting a little stubbornness.........