72_72291 Hugo looked back in the trailer and found that his teammates were still immersed in sleep, so he closed the door lightly, stretched, stretched his body, and then slowly walked along the camp path.

At this time, it is more than three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun at the beginning of May is not hot, the cold and humidity of spring in the air are gradually disappearing in the light, mixed with the dryness and restlessness of early summer, so that the mood jumps slightly, the breeze brings the rustling of leaves and the crisp sound of the water rushing in the distance, the noise contrasts the world more quietly, peaceful, and all the irritability quietly melts in the soft soil.

The sound of the wind was mixed with a vicissitudes of life and a hoarse song, echoing in nature from far and near, Hugo involuntarily followed the sound, and just about twenty steps from where their trailer was, a caravan was parked, and a horse with soft hair was snorting, and the colorful rough fabric occupied all the sight in the midst of the greenery, and the distinct bohemian style came to the face. Then Hugo saw a man and a woman sitting on a stone in front of the caravan.

The woman wore a long red floral floor-length cotton dress, a colorful openwork lace cloak draped over her shoulders, countless beads, leather ornaments, silver ornaments, and bracelets hung from her hands, and a palm-wide knitted tassel headdress on her head; The man wore a dark brown leather waistcoat with an ivory-white linen shirt underneath, a bright brown sword bag belt with a leather hydration bag and a compass hanging from his waist, and the black-brown boots on his feet were torn.

At this time, the man was holding an acoustic guitar in his arms, and his fingertips outlined a fresh and transparent melody, and the melodious melody flowed slowly; The woman was holding a tambourine and beating the rhythm softly, humming softly in her mouth, "The Queen of the Nine Days has been drunk and unconscious, for nine days or more, until her people are so tired that they can no longer wait, cannot continue to wait......"

Between the shallow chanting and low singing, the hoarse singing voice tells the endless vicissitudes of life, as if time is slowly flowing between the guitar strings. Hugo knew that the woman was singing Jane Grey, the most famous "Queen of the Nine Days" in the history of the English Tudor dynasty. Grey), she is a pawn in the palace conspiracy, and male power is greedy. She was put on the throne because of religious and political reasons, but it was also because of religious and political reasons, and after only nine days, she was deposed, and six months after abdication, she was secretly executed at the age of sixteen.

In fact, Jane Grey is widely regarded as a Protestant martyr, and her life and death represent the political climate and religious fanaticism of England in the fifties of the sixteenth century.

With just a few lyrics, you can hear the heritage and poetry of that era, and this kind of unintentional vicissitudes of life bloom with infinite charm in the man's concise and clear strings.

This is not the best stage, you can hear the sounds of birdsong, turbulence, engines and other environments all around, and you can also hear the slogans of the campsite manager to arrange new homeowners not far behind; At the same time, a dozen people and Hugo were surrounding the area, and everyone was chattering and whispering, even louder than the woman singing, making it impossible to hear the lyrics.

Nor are they the best performers, and it is evident that men and women simply sing as they please, it is in the nature of the gypsies, who, on the way, pick up an instrument at any time - they don't even need it, and can plunge into the music. I don't know if the two people in front of me are gypsies, but the rich bohemian style and this fresh and moving ballad make the image of the bohemian bard sketch out in twos and threes.

Hugo, however, could not help but immerse himself in it, because in the soul of the music, he could smell freedom.

During this hike, Hugo got to know many bards, who may not be professional, they may not be top-notch, but their songs have fascinating stories, a melody, a lyric, a piece of music, representing a life.

That's the soul of music.

Although this is a ballad, Hugo can feel that in the soul of the ballad, there is the same freedom and unrestrainedness as rock, and the kind of emotions that can touch the softness of the heart are the same.

"We've been like that before, haven't we?" A sound in his ears interrupted Hugo's train of thought, and he turned his head suddenly, and then saw Fuquin standing beside him. Fauquin seemed to sense the confusion in Hugo's eyes, and repeated his words, "We used to do the same, wandering the highway with musical instruments, bringing musical notes to every corner. ”

Fokine is talking about the road tour that glory to death first began to be known. It is those wandering years that forge a unique style that belongs to glory to death. "Such a freewheeling performance always makes people's blood boil." Hugo nodded, turned his head to look at the two men again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Many times, they don't perform for the sake of acting, just like the two people in front of them, a melody comes to mind, and then they interpret it directly, enjoying the purest and simplest joy and happiness brought by music in the process of creation and performance. Many of the tracks in "Almost Famous" and "Bathing in the Morning Light" sprouted during that time.

"If you want, we can try again now, we're on the road right now anyway." Fuquin shrugged his shoulders and said casually, Fuquin glanced at Hugo and added, "No one will recognize you the way you look now, anyway." ”

Now Hugo has a beard that covers half of his face, and he usually wears a baseball cap, and almost his entire face is hidden, which is really difficult to recognize. At this time, the performance of the two people in front of them was just over, and the scattered audience around them applauded, and the two people showed a polite smile to thank the audience, but then the two people talked in a low voice, and seemed to have different new ideas.

Hugo smiled lightly, "But you still recognize me easily." "Yesterday in the ring. At the entrance of the poison station, they didn't have any suspicion at all, so they decided that the person who came was Hugo, and he continued, "Of course, if we really want that, we can still do this, but the meaning is different." ”

Hugo didn't explain much, but Fokine understood it at once. Regardless of Hugo's current popularity, even the other four members of the Glory to Death were widely known, and they continued to roam the streets performing as before, and soon attracted crowds to come and see them, whether for their music or for the fun, which made their performances change their flavor and lose the spontaneity and freedom of the two bohemians in front of them.

"People who stand outside the circle always want to come in; But the people in the circle looked at the outside world with envy. Fokine sighed in a deep voice that in the past six months, Fokin's feelings have been particularly profound, especially in the period after the Oscars, the qiē experienced by glory to death and the qiē experienced by Hugo have made Fokin's perception of music change dramatically.

This is the siege.

"Have you talked to Henry? When are you going to sue him about the band? Forkine couldn't help but lower his voice, as the two men in front of him began to play again, this time playing a melancholy little adagio, who didn't seem to care about the noise around them, but were completely immersed in the world of music. EMI Records should be eager for us to get into the studio. ”

"It's not impossible to go into the studio now, but I don't want to." Hugo said his inner thoughts bluntly, although the glory to death has completed the breakthrough, although he has broken free after the creation of "sail", but the recording studio is like an iron box composed of copper walls and iron walls, completely isolated from the freedom, casualness, casualness, relaxation, and comfort of the whole world.

Fujin tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, but he didn't know whether to smile or be helpless, "You know that EMI Records won't let us go, if you really don't want to, let Henry pretend not to know for the time being, anyway, you disappeared for a month, and no one can find you." ”

Neil and Forkine are the two people who know the pressure from EMI Records, because they are the two most focused people in the past year - and of course, the two of them seem even more depressed behind closed doors. Since EMI Records signed a big contract with Glory to Death last year, everyone is looking forward to what kind of return this contract will achieve, and it is precisely this watershed three albums for rock bands, which is even more eagerly awaited.

As the days passed, the pressure on EMI Records, Henry's pressure increased, and so did the members of the Band for Glory to Death.

Although Henry never complained to Hugo about these things, not even mentioning them, Hugo could imagine the tension between EMI Records and Henry. Before, it was because Hugo had been busy with movies and never had any clear ideas about the new album, so it was delayed again and again; But now it's different, Hugo has adjusted his condition, and the band has recovered his condition, so is it really okay to continue to drag on the album?

At this time, the bohemian pair in front of him was singing softly, "The last thing I heard him say was that the end of your life is not far away, poor boy, I will go to every corner of this world......"

A bold idea popped into Hugo's mind, "Why should we go back to the studio to record?" Why can't we be in the city, in nature, in the ...... What about recording in any corner? Why can't we make our albums on the road? ”。