Chapter 42: The Bleak First Record

The next morning, Huang Bo called and was going to go to the recording studio with Wang Yan to discuss the recording of songs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since Huang Bo agreed to Wang Yan, he naturally had to do it transparently, otherwise he would be sorry for the beer that Wang Yan poured with them last night.

The two sat in the taxi, Wang Yan looked at Huang Bo's slightly tired look, and said, "Hehe, it seems that you were tired last night, don't you look like an old ox plowing the land, a little overwhelmed." ”

As soon as Huang Bo heard this, he quit and drew his hand to fight with Wang Yan. Men can say anything, but they can't say that it can't be done.

The two of them had a fight in the taxi, and it didn't take long for them to come to a slightly remote place.

Looking at the half-branded buildings around him, Wang Yan turned around and glanced at Huang Bo and said, "Won't it be right here? It's completely different from what I thought? Even if it's not a company, it doesn't need to be so shabby, right?"

Huang Bo glanced at Wang Yan with disdain, and said disdainfully: "What do you know? Now the record market is not good, those big companies are better, at least they can use their artists to sell tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of records, but ordinary recording studios don't have such great luck." They don't usually have any business at all, but now the business is even more bleak, and if they move to a good place, they don't have so much rent. ”

Hearing Huang Bo say this, Wang Yan understood. Today's record market has been heavily impacted by the electronic market, and it has lost its former glory. Even in the past, it was not necessarily very glorious, and under the blow of China's fiery piracy business, the genuine record market was like a flat boat in the rough sea, and the ship could be destroyed and killed at any time.

Nowadays, the genuine record market is even worse, due to the gradual popularity of online music and sycophant No. 3, the genuine record market is like a stepmother's raiser, and it is even more unpopular. The recession of the record industry has also caused the recording studio industry chain to suffer a very serious blow. Nowadays, those ordinary recording studios either go out of business on their own, or move to some places where birds don't poop and survive.

Wang Yan heard the desolation in Huang Bo's words clearly, and obviously remembered the cruel past when he might have come to record a song and send it out, but was ruthlessly beaten back.

smiled at Huang Bo and said, "Let's go, are you still here as a telephone pole?"

Huang Bo was shocked by Wang Yan's words, sobered up from his trance, smiled lightly, and said: "I'll introduce the boss here to you in a while, for the sake of my face, it has to be cheaper." ”

For the market of ordinary recording studios, Wang Yan also listened to Huang Bo's statement experience, after all, he is a professional.

There are generally two charging modes for recording songs in the studio, one is the charging of non-original songs, which are mostly well-known songs that are widely sung and sung by ordinary people. For example, just like an ordinary person going to the recording studio to record Jay Chou's "Qili Xiang", this kind of accompaniment is very famous, and it is basically available in the recording studio, so the fee is relatively cheap, about only tens or hundreds of dollars an hour.

The second charging model is the charging of original songs, the accompaniment of this kind of song is not available in the recording studio, so if you want to record such an original song, the recording studio must first record the accompaniment score inside, and then record the song, so the process is cumbersome and the fee is expensive, at least more than 1,000 yuan, basically floating around 1,500 yuan.

With Huang Bo's explanation, Wang Yan also has a macro understanding of this ordinary recording studio market. The two walked and talked, and as they walked towards the slightly outdated building, a middle-aged man walked out.

The middle-aged man dragged his long hair, and if it weren't for his burly body that people couldn't misunderstand, Wang Yan would even think he was a woman.

Looking behind the long curly hair covered on his forehead, Wang Yan saw the middle-aged man's face, with some vicissitudes and some persistence, and he knew that he was a rock master at a glance.

Huang Bo hammered the man's chest, Wang Yan understood that this Huang Bo had hammer man chest syndrome, and he would have to hang down his mind to be comfortable when he met anyone.

The middle-aged man was hammered by Huang Bo like this, he didn't take a step back, and there was no gloom on his face, and he said to Huang Bo: "Is this your friend?"

"Yes, how about it, by the way, was the accompaniment of the score done yesterday?" Wang Yan is ready for everything, he only owes Dongfeng, he handed over the score to Huang Bo last night, but he didn't expect Huang Bo's speed to be very fast, and he handed it over to this boss last night.

The owner of the recording studio glanced at Wang Yan in surprise, when he recorded the accompaniment score yesterday, he knew that this song "Bei.Jingbei.Beijing" was really well written, which made his eyes a little rosy. Thinking of the time when he came to Beijing for more than ten years, he gave up going home and giving up his desire for his music dream, just fighting for that empty musical ideal.

Although he has a recording studio now, he has never given up his musical ideals, and when he got the score for this song last night, he doesn't know how many tears he shed, the slightly rocky and low accompaniment, and the lyrics that seem to come out of his heart, all of which make him fascinated and intense.

When he was making the accompaniment last night, he thought that this original creator might be in his thirties, if not a "North Drifter" in his forties who adhered to his ideals, but what he never expected was that the young man in front of him was the original creator of the song. turned out to be the original creator of such a vicissitudes of song, which surprised the studio owners.

However, the owner of the recording studio still knows some important things, and this is not the time to care about these, he chuckled at Wang Yan and said, "Come in together, also, your lyrics are great, and they have sung into my heart." ”

"Thanks, I'll try. Wang Yan smiled back and said politely.

Although the owner of the recording studio likes Wang Yan's songs very much, he has not let up at all about the charge, and his mouth is one thousand eight, Huang Bo looked at it and smiled, obviously accustomed to this guy's big mouth. Wang Yan naturally had to argue with reason from his own point of view, and the two of them finally negotiated the price after a while.

After negotiating the price, Wang Yan can be regarded as done, and the next thing is to record the song with his own strength.

"Wang Yan, you can do it. He silently clenched his fists, giving himself the greatest encouragement.

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