Lin Ming thought that the music producer and boss of Peachwood Music should be not young, but when he really met, he realized that he was only 29 years old this year, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he was polite and polite.

The meeting place is in the recording studio of the Peachwood Music Company, and the recording engineer is divided into two rooms, just like the interrogation room of prisoners in the Public Security Bureau, and a small transparent room is separated on the left. Through a thick glass, a young woman was standing inside and singing into the microphone. The room on the right is dark, only a dim light bulb is on, there is a sound console by the window, and there is a door between the two rooms, and a fat recording engineer is wearing headphones while recording while constantly pushing and pulling the audio console to debug. Liu He's teacher's name is Liang Xiaoyue, tall and thin, also wearing headphones, clasping his hands, meticulously watching the recording inside.

The two didn't make a sound when they came in, Liu He put his index finger in front of his mouth and shushed and gently closed the door. Because he was engrossed in listening to the sound of singing inside, neither the tuner in the door nor Liang Xiaoyue noticed the movement behind him, Liu He often ran to Taomu Music Company, and he was very familiar with the people inside, and basically no one stopped him, so he walked in generously. Standing behind Liang Xiaoyue, the two quietly waited for the woman inside to finish recording the song. Lin Ming only saw the woman's side face, which was very beautiful, and in his impression it seemed that she was a second-tier female singer in the later generations, who had sung a few famous songs, but it was a little difficult to say her name.

"Bang bang bang! ~”

After the song was recorded, both the recording engineer and Liang Xiaoyue applauded. The woman walked out of the recording engineer inside, bowed and thanked, "Thank you, Teacher Liang, thank you, Teacher Song." ”

"Very good, it's over once, Zhao Yue, your timbre is outstanding, and your vocal range is wide, there is basically no difficulty for you to sing this song, especially the processing of the treble part, ups and downs, very penetrating, quite exciting." Liang Xiaoyue praised: "When this album is launched, I feel that the sales will definitely be good." ”

In 2002, although there was already the idea of MP3 and digital music, the main source of income for record companies was still tapes and CDs. However, as one of the six major record companies in the future, Peachwood Music already had a mature business operation model as early as last year, and after two years of fermentation, it officially turned losses into profits this year and gradually grew. Although the music company is still young, it is a rising star in the industry. The cultural heritage and business model have taken shape, and will support half of the country in the future.

As a native of Yuncheng, Lin Ming naturally knows that the future of Taomu Music is limitless, not to mention anything else, the Taomu Music Festival alone is already an output value estimated in the hundreds of millions. Seeing the company's temporarily relatively simple environment, he did not take it lightly, but quietly waited for Liang Xiaoyue to complete the work.

Waiting for Zhao Yue to come out, Liang Xiaoyue commented, and after Zhao Yue bowed again and thanked him for leaving, Liu He said loudly: "Teacher, I'm here." ”

"Oh?"

Liang Xiaoyue turned his head and saw Liu He, and his eyes quickly turned to Lin Ming: "Here, this is your friend?" ”

"Hmm."

"Is that the song he wrote?"

"Yes teacher, my buddy is a musical genius. Really, you've written a lot of songs, and I think they're all good. ”

Liang Xiaoyue paid attention.

He has also known Liu He for several years, knows Liu He's musical background, he was already a piano grade 10 at the age of twelve, and he also believes in his appreciation of pop music.

"Hello Mr. Liang." Lin Ming was very polite.

"Sit down first, Old Song, help me turn on the light." Liang Xiaoyue sat on the sofa in the corner of the recording studio, and there were a few such high chairs in the recording studio, and the fat recording engineer went to turn on the light, and everyone sat down around the sofa with chairs.

"Can you sing two sentences?" After sitting down, Liang Xiaoyue went straight to the topic, whether the song was well written or not, it was clear at a glance when it was sung.

Lin Ming sang again, his voice was that kind of bass, more neutral, after more than half a month of hanging his voice, his voice was clearer, and it was very comfortable to listen to.

When Liang Xiaoyue first listened, he was sitting on the sofa, supporting his head with his right hand, and listening quietly.

As the song nears its climax, he is involuntarily attracted, and his body slowly sits up, his posture becoming more and more upright, and finally he sits upright, with his hands on his knees, and his face is quite serious. When he finally finished listening, he and the recording engineer glanced at each other, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

"You wrote this?" Liang Xiaoyue was a little incredulous, although this song is about youth, but if you really have no experience, it is really difficult to write. He didn't believe that this was something that a young man who had just become an upright teenager could write.

It's like 16-year-old Han Han was able to write Triple Gate in the first two years, but at that time he definitely couldn't write about his country.

But Lin Ming has his own explanation, in fact, counting the experience of his previous life, except for songs full of vicissitudes like hills, most of the songs in this world are qualified to write. It's just that this kind of thing must not be said in front of you, just nodded and said, "Because of some experience." ”

"Very well written." Liang Xiaoyue nodded and didn't ask more.

It is normal for some children to be precocious because of family changes. Strictly speaking, the 16-year-old Han Han was able to write three doors in that era and saw many social phenomena, isn't it also a manifestation of precociousness?

"Are you going to be an accompanist?"

"Hmm." Lin Ming nodded, in fact, he could sing all the songs he could remember now, but unfortunately it was a big trouble to compose the accompaniment.

Liang Xiaoyue said: "Have you ever thought about selling the songs you wrote? ”

"That's what I thought, but I'd rather sing it myself." Lin Ming said: "Actually, I write songs as a hobby, and I just want to sing and have fun. Liu He is my good brother, he likes to sing, so I wrote it for him to sing. I have a couple of brothers who also want them to sing, and my girlfriend, for whom I write a lot. ”

Liang Xiaoyue frowned: "It's just a ticket nature, it's hard to be famous." You may not know that listeners are forgetful, and a song that they think sounds good may only be a few weeks or months before they are brainwashed by a new song, and then your song will be forgotten. ”

"But I wrote a lot of songs." Lin Ming said very seriously: "The quality of each song is no worse than this one." The worst song I wrote should be not much worse than the title song of other people's albums. ”

"Don't kid, kid, do you think writing a song is the same as writing an essay?" Mr. Song, who recorded the essay, quipped, "Writing essays don't have to be high scores." ”

Lin Ming smiled: "Whether the song is well written or not, I can take it out." This thing is not virtual, it is real here. ”

He took out his notebook and patted it and said, "Both of them are professionals, you can comment on them." ”

As he spoke, he handed the notebook to Liang Xiaoyue.

After Liang Xiaoyue took it, he flipped through it and said in a half-loud voice: "These songs have no music, only lyrics, although the lyrics of many songs look very good, but if there is no stave, there is no appreciation value." ”

"I'll sing you the climax of each song."

Lin Ming took the notebook over, pointed to a song called Yuncheng and sang: "Walk with me on the streets of Yuncheng, oh oh, don't stay until all the lights go out, you will hold my sleeves, I will put my hands in my trouser pockets, walk to the end of Yuxing Road, and sit at the door of the tavern." ”

"It's a ballad, and this is pop, and it's a long song. Who's song suddenly came from the wind, making people want to sing along, the last sentence and the next sentence won't, only this sentence, long miles and long miles, when you secretly think about me, mmm, fall in love with your loneliness, and have secretly fallen in love with me, I guess you know what happiness is better than me, and when you wait, you have to be happy at any time. ”

"This song is ancient music, red wishes. Vigorous quicksand pillow on the white hair glass in the wine comparison. The young and elegant clothes are angry, but it is only for a moment. It is inevitable to miss the eaves of childhood, unpredictable changes. Separated from the mountains and seas, turn around and calmly sencha. ”

When Lin Ming finished singing, he was about to continue singing when he was suddenly stopped by Liang Xiaoyue, and wondered: "What is ancient wind music?" ”

Lin Ming explained the ancient style and the Chinese style separately, and concluded at the end: "This is actually my own division, after all, there are quite a lot of Western music soundtracks in the Chinese style. The ancient style is purely supported by folk music and electronic music, which is relatively more in line with our ancient style, so I named it ancient music. ”

Liang Xiaoyue praised: "Your division is very vivid, Chinese style is a theme that has only become popular in the past two years, listening to you say this, I realized that this type of song does use a lot of Western music in it, although the lyrics and tunes are very classical, but there is indeed a suspicion of Western learning." ”

Lin Ming smiled shyly.

Liang Xiaoyue asked, "How many songs have you written?" There wasn't much written in that notebook, there were only about thirty sheets, and Liang Xiaoyue was more concerned about how much stock Lin Ming had in his mind in addition to these thirty or so pieces of paper.

"I'm only interested in ancient music, pop music and folk songs, and there aren't many folk songs and ancient songs, and I personally feel that I can only write less than a hundred, well, fifty or sixty songs. There are more pop music, and personally, I can almost make a hundred. In fact, I am quite distressed, some songs I can think of songs, but the lyrics can think of some but can't think of it, maybe because of lack of experience and too few books, Chinese vocabulary is not enough, always can not express the meaning of the lyrics. "Lin Ming's NetEase Cloud Song List basically only has these three types, because I listen to it every day at work, and I listen to it in the car when I get home from work, but after a few years, I only remember so much.

More songs, like he just said, forgot quite a lot of lyrics, only remembered the melody. So in this regard, Lin Ming is actually in urgent need of a clever lyricist to help. Just like Dong Chou met Fang Wenshan, a clever lyricist and his own half-hung composer are likely to copy the popular songs of later generations that he only remembers half of in 02. Because Lin Ming can't completely memorize the songs at present, there are probably only thirty or forty of them, and more of them are the kind of songs that are incomplete. Either forgot the beginning or forgot the end, and some even only sang the climax, as if there was only one head left in the body, and it was so crippled.

This is also the reason why Lin Ming's notebook only has more than thirty pages.

Many times we think that we can sing a lot of songs, but out of the era of copying lyrics in a notebook, and becoming a digital music world that can be listened to all the time with headphones, you will find that your memory seems to have regressed a lot, and even your favorite songs cannot be sung.

This is not to say that our memory is really degraded, but that the convenience of life has made us too lazy to memorize lyrics. Even if you go to KTV to sing, the inscription board and the familiar melody are enough for you to get excited.

So the songs that Lin Ming can think of are really very few, as a life close to thirty years old, there are less than thirty songs that can be completely memorized in his life, which is really a failed life. This is still the result that Lin Ming likes music very much and spends a lot of time listening to it every day, ordinary people in such a situation, unless they deliberately memorize and train a certain song, otherwise, they just listen to some of their favorite songs every day, and it is great to be able to memorize the five capitals. It is precisely because there are many good songs in later generations, and Lin Ming can memorize very few completely, that he needs an excellent lyricist to help. Because he has recorded too many very beautiful song melodies in his head, with these melodies, plus some broken lyrics and lyrics for the climax, he can make the original song out with the help of the lyricist and the context. This principle is a bit like a question in Chinese, which allows you to choose what to write about the missing parts of the essay according to the context.