Chapter 162: Perfect
The first one has a short haircut, looks like he is about thirty years old, very spiritual, no literary atmosphere, but just like a passer-by on the side of the small street, if you don't know his identity, you wouldn't have thought that he was making music, and just now he called himself Yue Lao'er. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
When it comes to this name, Zhang Xiaofan is a character in Jin Yong's martial arts novels.
This guy's personality is a bit like that guy.
He is the third of the four evildoers, and is called Yue Laosan, but he often calls himself Yue Laosan.
The second one has shoulder-length hair, which is quite literary and artistic.
This is the same number as the literary and artistic workers in Zhang Xiaofan's memory.
Those who play literature and art are all unusual.
The third hair was neither long nor short, but the gaze was as if he hadn't woken up, and in his half-asleep time, he gave people a mysterious, abnormal human being.
Playing music, sure enough, many of them are mavericks.
"In that case, let's get started."
Zhang Xiaofan squinted his eyes slightly, carefully in his mind, recalling the instrument that should be used.
Then he began to direct the people in front of him and began to play.
The accompaniment of this song is mainly piano and violin, and it is also mixed with dense drum beats.
At first, Zhang Xiaofan was a little worried that these three guys, because of what happened just now, would be emotional, and they would not cooperate well, leading to a series of problems.
However, a professional musician is a professional after all.
Even though there was a lot of unhappiness between the two sides just now, when it comes to work, they will try to give full play to their level and do a good job.
It is no accident that people who can become the three most famous soundtrack artists in the Chinese music scene.
Through these three friends of the eldest cousin, you can also see Zhou Hong's personality.
I have to say that the family's cultivation of younger generations, especially the cultivation of ideological quality, is very in place.
However, in Zhang Xiaofan's memory, there is not much about these.
Perhaps this is a kind of family atmosphere.
What Zhang Xiaofan didn't know was.
At first, these three professional musicians were still dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaofan.
Thinking that if this guy can't do it, I won't help him later, saving a waste of time.
However, when Zhang Xiaofan instructed them again and again to insert the timing and rhythm of drums, piano, guitar, etc.
Their dissatisfaction was completely forgotten at once.
As professional musicians, they can naturally feel whether the timing of the accompaniment is appropriate.
They found that although Zhang Xiaofan's occasional words were somewhat amateurish, the time and rhythm of each instrument added were almost flawless, and they could always better reflect the characteristics of the whole song, and there was no need to correct it at all.
Unless there is a problem with the rhythm of their playing, the recording will be readjusted.
Chen Ziyan looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was working hard with a headset, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
This is the first time she has seen Xiao Fan so focused.
It was all bad news in the past.
The recent changes in Zhang Xiaofan have made her a little unrecognizable.
Who would have thought that Zhang Xiaofan, who is unlearned and unskilled in everyone's eyes, and only knows how to pick up girls, is not only a super god in basketball, but also a very talented music producer in private.
He has a notebook of unfinished songs, and he takes out one of those songs casually, so that his eldest cousin, who is the king of music, can look straight at him.
Last year's music little prince who was the best newcomer was directly begging for songs at that time.
Now Zhang Xiaofan has become more eye-catching than before.
Chen Ziyan felt that he was so happy to have such a brother.
Hey, no, my cousin is too good, I shouldn't be too stressed, right?
The time for the accompaniment to be completed was much faster than Zhang Xiaofan thought.
It was only a little more than an hour, and the accompaniment of the whole song was all completed.
It's half a day, and it's still early.
This surprised Zhang Xiaofan.
I don't know, how is the production.
It should be not bad.
Zhang Xiaofan thought about it, but didn't come up with anything, so he directly signaled to start playing accompaniment and let everyone listen to the effect.
At this time, the three professional musicians in front of them were speechless.
They were involved in the production of the arrangement, and in the process of working with the singing, they naturally understood how the arrangement was done.
Even if you don't listen to it, it's definitely better than the best arrangement they've made during this time.
Chen Ziyan also recovered, but she was a little worried.
It's not that I'm worried about whether the arrangement is good or not, but I'm worried that the two sides will start to sneer at the end of the day.
These two parties, one is his cousin, the other is a friend of the eldest cousin, and they are seniors in the music scene.
Chen Ziyan picked it up worriedly, and the headset was buckled on his head, ready to listen.
As the button was pressed, the sound of accompaniment was heard in the headphones.
Three minutes later, the dust settled.
The background music has ended, and no one except Zhang Xiaofan has taken off the headset.
"This arrangement is so good, it's better than the previous ones." This is the only thought in Chen Ziyan's mind, although she is not good at this, but she can still distinguish the quality of the arrangement.
As for the other three, professional music producers, they were shocked.
It's perfect.
It's even more perfect than I imagined.
This accompaniment is like a perfect piece that has been adjusted countless times, constantly adjusting the entry point of the instrument, and the rhythm. It will take at least two weeks for them to make such accompaniment, and if they are unlucky, it may take a month. But the person in front of him only took a little more than an hour.
Thinking that when Zhang Xiaofan instructed a few people to play together just now, it was clear that he was in his chest.
This shows that his understanding of this song has reached a height that no one can reach.
That's right, it's a song he wrote.
He is the only one who can do this.
This was a genius musician, a real genius, crazier than any one they had ever seen.
Before the arrangement was made, he was able to determine the position of each instrument, what kind of accompaniment should be added to each note, and how fast the rhythm should be.
It takes a lot of bewitching musicality to achieve this.
"Brother Fan, you're too powerful." Chen Ziyan threw away the headset and pounced directly on Zhang Xiaofan's body to express his excitement.
Zhang Xiaofan smiled and accepted Chen Ziyan's hug.
After a long time, these three professional musicians took off the headset.
At this time, when they looked at Zhang Xiaofan, there was no doubt in their eyes, and all that was left was horror and admiration.
This was followed by the sound of clapping.
"Awesome, awesome!"
"I didn't expect you to actually do it, this arrangement is even better than I imagined."
"I apologize to you for what you did just now, but it's good that you didn't let me call me Daddy, otherwise ......"