Fang Yan hadn't thought about writing songs before, he felt that instrumental music was more direct than songs, and there seemed to be no need to write songs. In prison, he was adept at improvising lyrics, and sometimes, a single word, a sentence, could be expanded into several lyrics.

He didn't realize that this was the original form of "song".

He Yu wanted to use "Wild Cat", but he didn't mention the matter of giving money to buy songs, and Fang Yan didn't ask. Although the two have just met, they are very close, and they cannot be measured by money.

In the next few days, Fang Yan bought a small pocket notebook, and wrote down whatever he thought of, full of nonsense that he didn't know. It's Saturday in the blink of an eye.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the waste wood band came to the urban village to rehearse, and Fang Yan helped on the side.

The humble rehearsal room has changed. The sponge on the window and the quilt on the door were gone, and the gentle sunlight shone in through the small window, filling the room with light. The old tables and chairs are gone, replaced with 4 simple folding chairs, and a new folding table. A small garbage bin was placed in the corner of the wall, and a plastic bag was covered.

The speakers and drums were wiped clean, and the floor was spotlessly clean. The most important thing is that those messy power sockets and wires are all tidied up, bundled one by one, and fixed on the ground with transparent adhesive tape. There are also two small fans on the ground.

Everything in the rehearsal room was well organized and inspiring.

Everyone was surprised and grateful, Yang Zhenyu asked Fang Yan: "Master, did you get this?" ”

"Well, I'm fine, so I took the time to clean up."

Yu Haiyang was eager to try and said, "What are you waiting for, let's rehearse quickly." ”

The tiger looked at his drum and asked, "The window is open, don't you make noise?" ”

"If it sounds good, it's not noisy."

“……”

Fang Yan told everyone a few rules. First, smoking is not allowed in the rehearsal room, and I want to smoke out. The second is not to play with mobile phones during rehearsals. Third, during rehearsals, all mobile phones are used to record and evaluate the effect.

"Okay."

Fang Yan took out the copied score and gave it to Yang Zhenyu and them, asking them to practice this first. Several people looked at it, and they all had black lines on their faces.

"That's too easy, isn't it?" Ding Bo asked.

The score is handwritten and includes 4 instruments, also known as the score. There are 4 bars in total, all of which are in 4/4 time and 4 bars. The speed is all 60.

In the first section, the drum only plays the hi-hat, the lead plays the quarter note AAEE every measure, the rhythm plays a single note A, and the bass plays a single note A.

In the second piece, the drum remains the same, and the others become eighth notes.

In the third article, the drum remains the same, and the others become triplets.

In the fourth article, the drum becomes the second major note, and the others become eighth notes, triplets, eighth notes, and triplets.

"Simple?" Fang Yan smiled and said. "You try."

Yang Zhenyu and Tiger were very obedient, but Yu Haiyang and Ding Bo were very reluctant, feeling that Fang Yan looked down on him. Everyone connected the equipment, adjusted their own tunes, and found that the sound in the speakers sounded much better. Fang Yan turned up all the speakers.

The tiger beat the drum stick and played the rhythm of 60, and the first one was quickly played, and several people were at a loss. It's so simple that a 3-year-old in kindergarten would do.

"It's not right."

“……”

"Tiger is fine, but the last 1 beat is slow. Ding Bo grabbed it on the first shot, and basically didn't follow the rhythm in the back. Zhenyu slowed down in measure 3. The ocean is stable, no problem. ”

After Fang Yan finished talking one by one, he took his mobile phone to play the recording for everyone to listen to, and everyone found their own voice, and it took a long time to hear it.

"It's so simple, we're not used to it. Let's continue to practice the next one, will it? Ding Bo said, he felt that this was too shameless.

"Yes."

The rhythm of Article 2 is also not right. The third triplet collapsed even more, and all three instruments were thrown into disarray. The fourth eighth note and triplet alternated, Ding Bo and Yu Haiyang didn't even play the score correctly, and the band became a mess.

Bounced it all once, and without Fang Yan saying it, several people had a direct nervous breakdown. Yu Haiyang trembled and said, "Are we really that bad? ”

"Yes."

Yu Haiyang stayed for a long time and said, "What kind of piano to play, it's okay to die." ”

This afternoon, Fang Yan asked them to practice the first 2 well. After playing for an hour, the first one was barely right, the tiger played the drum and it was nothing, and the remaining 3 people were sweating profusely. The training began to bear fruit, and everyone went out to smoke.

"Brother Yan, can we still be saved?" The tiger asked blankly.

"Yes."

"Well, I want to give up on treatment." Yang Zhenyu said. He's just talking. He has the highest spirit, and he is the most eager to participate in the band competition.

Fang Yan took a puff of his cigarette and asked Ding Bo, "Do you know what triplet is?" ”

"Yes."

"Tell me."

Fang Yan's words were very serious, without any contempt, Ding Bo thought about it and replied honestly: "Divide a note into three equal parts, it is called triplet." ”

"Yes."

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Triplets are particularly hard to play, very, very hard. You haven't learned it yet. ”

The triplet is special, it is an irregular rhythm that is difficult to play evenly. It's also the most basic thing for blues and jazz. The Shuffle and Swing rhythms are triplets.

Its timing is difficult to grasp, and it is easy to play the first eight and the last sixteen, or syncopation. In addition, there are more complex five-legame, seven-legaby, and so on.

A stupid person like Ding Bo can only treat the three tones as a group and practice them slowly.

By 4 p.m., the Scrapwood Band was finally able to play the second exercise, and although it wasn't quite tight, it was barely audible. At the same time, the band has undergone a wonderful change.

It's fun!

Good!

Yang Zhenyu They didn't feel tired, but they enjoyed it. In the simplest of combinations, everyone finds a strange joy. The neater the band, the more enjoyable it is.

It's kind of interesting.

He went out to smoke again, danced in the ocean, and talked about the school's guitar master. The last time Fang Yan said that he "played too badly", this matter spread quickly, I don't know who wrote a post, anonymously posted it on the school BBS, and it became a hot topic for the week.

"I wrote that post." The tiger squinted.

“……”

In the reply, someone soon suspected that the man was a wizard, although he didn't look like him. Many people asked Yang Zhenyu, but Zhenyu was noncommittal. For a while, many people in the guitar association were embarrassed. If it was really the wizard who said it, Plains really didn't have a temper.

"Haha, that idiot can't be arrogant." Yu Haiyang said.

Yang Zhenyu was also very proud, and he asked Fang Yan to write more complex exercises to let the band improve quickly.

"No need."

"Huh?"

"If you can play these four well, it's enough."

"What's enough?"

"Don't you want to participate in the band competition, play these 4 well, and it is estimated that there will be no problem in passing the audition."

The Waste Wood Band has internal and external troubles, and Yang Zhenyu is still studying hard for professional courses in order not to fail the course, and the time is very tight. No matter how complex the sixteenth notes are, there is no need to practice, and it is too late. It's enough to play the eighth note honestly.

This is the same as Yang Zhenyu's evil homework, learn the most basic knowledge, and it is no problem to score 60 points. If you are greedy, you may not be able to pass.

"Also, Ocean, I changed a little bit of the song "Far Away" you wrote, you can try it later." Fang Yan took out a few more sheets of photocopied paper from his bag.

"Oh."

"Master, you can also write songs?"

Yu Haiyang held the paper and whispered the lyrics: "Chernobyl wandering drunkard, leather jacket is burning silently, who will save my child He said, the roar woke up the forest in the middle of the night...... The distance is always so far away, but the problem is right in front of you. ”

“……”

Yu Haiyang thought, this "Far Away" only left its own title, and the rest was unrecognizable, obviously written by Fang Yanxin. The song talks about four "distant places", Chernobyl, Istanbul, Jerusalem and the South American Amazon, each of which is extremely sad.

The meaning of the song is very clear, people from afar also want to go to distant places, and there is no distance at all. The distance is just an excuse, we are all lying to ourselves, thinking that we will be relieved when we go to a distant place, but in fact it is nonsense.

"This ......" Yu Haiyang felt chills when he saw it, he didn't expect the lyrics to be so eerie and terrifying. He snapped up again. "Don't rhyme!"

"Chinese don't need to rhyme......"

Fang Yan decided to write a song, so he first wrote a song for the Waste Wood Band, and he felt that it should be enough to participate in the band competition.

At dusk, the rehearsal ended. Yang Zhenyu looked up at the thick clouds dyed golden yellow in the west, and felt a little confident. There are still more than 2 months left before the band competition, and the waste wood band may really be able to pass the audition and reach the finals.