equal loudness curve

"Shata" didn't give much time, and Bie Han waited until he had almost rested before starting to mix.

He generally doesn’t have a bunch of songs waiting to be mixed at any time. The mixing and recording are all selective, either because the other party is already very well-known and has had good works, or he prefers the works he brings. , or the two parties have cooperated happily many times, or the other party is willing to pay a high price to buy his time.

It is very realistic, and it should be taken for granted. In short, it often depends on the mood.Doing worthless work is worse than learning more things.

The whole room was filled with low frequency. Tang Moyan held his heart when he opened the door without doing anything, and said, "Yaoshou, the speed of this bass drum at 70 will overlap with my heartbeat."

Bie Han ignored him, and he glanced over again and asked, "What are you doing?"

Bie Han thought it was funny, and pressed pause to answer him: "Isn't it obvious?"

"From "Shata"?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Tang Moyan sat on the sofa at the back bored, "It's almost time for Tang Zhuo to sing that song. I'll send it to you later, and you can forward it to him for me."

"Ah."

Tang Moyan glanced at the colorful tracks on Biehan's computer screen, and said "Tsk", "When will you teach me how to mix?"

"Tuition fee." Bie Han didn't hesitate.

"Fuck me, are you going to cheat me?" Tang Moyan felt that Bie Han was a bad person, living under the same roof every day, teaching was a matter of convenience, and he still had to charge a tuition fee?

But Bie Han was so realistic, he didn't give Tang Moyan a chance to eat, and turned his head to continue messing with himself.

After allocating the frequency band and sound field of each instrument, just entering the stage of building low-frequency instruments, only the kick drum and bass linger alternately in the whole room, reflecting in the air. Tang Moyan felt a headache after sitting for 2 minutes, and suddenly felt that he was getting old It may not be suitable for mixing, so I ran away.

In the evening, the finished product came out, and Bie Han sent it to Tang Zhuojian, but Tang Zhuojian didn't reply.

The sequelae caused by drinking too much disappeared in less than a week.

Until a week later, Bie Han sent Tang Zhuojian another WeChat message: [When are you free?Tang Moyan's song. ]

Tang Zhuojian remembered such a thing only now, and saw news that had not been seen before.

[anytime. ]

[I'll send you the demo, send me a message before you come. ]

[it is good. ]

Tang Zhuojian was still in class, but there was no one in the seat next to him, so Xiao Hui skipped class.

I thought he wouldn't come today, but after more than half an hour of class, Xiao Hui slipped in dejectedly, sat next to Tang Zhuojian, and sighed continuously.

"What's wrong with you?" Tang Zhuojian raised his head and glanced at him, "Did you step on shit?"

"Fart!" Xiao stared back at him, and fell into a listless look again.

Tang Zhuojian nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, did you fart and shit?"

Xiao Hui wanted to fight back, and after thinking about it for sure that he would not win in the end, he was too lazy to struggle. He struggled for a while, approached Tang Zhuojian, and whispered: "I went to the professional class yesterday, and there is someone in the piano room of Mr. Li. They seem to have something to do. So that person didn't leave when I was in class. After the class was over, that person suddenly said that he thought I could do it, and asked me if I would consider signing with a company. Then the teacher said that person was someone like a scout in their company. They seemed to be Recruited a group of trainees, and said a lot of preferential treatment."

"Oh." Tang Zhuojian didn't care about it. Li Shirui had offered him an olive branch countless times, but he didn't want to accept it, so he let it go.

Tang Zhuojian thought about it and said, "It's not his job to recruit trainees, why is he fussing around here every day?"

"How do I know?"

Seeing Tang Zhuo frowned, he turned his head to look at the teacher on the podium, and found that the teacher didn't pay attention to who was speaking, so he continued: "So?"

"So I agreed." Xiao Hui closed his eyes, looking hopeless.

Tang Zhuojian sneered: "I agree, so why are you still unhappy? I don't want to go because I really don't want to enter that line of work. I don't feel free, but it doesn't mean that they are really hungry. Being able to see you shows that you are really with potential."

Hearing this, Xiao Hui didn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy, so he could only comfort himself that his strength was recognized, and he frowned again: "Then I followed their company and looked at their company, and I think it's really good. So professional and awesome, the dance practice room is super big, there are many recording studios, such a big building, but the person told me that he is not enough alone, and someone will come to the assessment, but no matter what, I The first thing to do must be to lose weight! I am a fairy! How can I lose weight! I am so tired!"

This remark made Tang Zhuo laugh. He didn't want to lose weight for a long time. After looking at Xiao Hui, Tang Zhuo smiled and said: "Fortunately, small base, it's not fat or thin."

"It's rare to lose weight with a small base, okay? Damn it's a lot!" Xiao Hui wailed, he thought this was a good opportunity, he didn't want to waste it, and felt that losing weight was really painful, that's why he was so sad.

Tang Zhuojian patted him on the shoulder, and smiled: "Okay, brother, I wish you all the best in the future, with announcements and fame, and a better life than Nanshan."

Xiao Hui was annoyed: "Is there someone from you who is tender and blessed? Can't you choose a few correct words of blessing?"

"Do not want to."

Tang Zhuowian continued: [smiling].

"I'm really a fucking dog." Xiao Hui scolded.

The ridicule was all ridicule, Tang Zhuojian still warned him very seriously: "If they ask you to sign a contract, you must read every item of the contract clearly, and think about the weight in your heart, so that you don't get sold and help Count the money, what benefits you can bring to them, how much benefits they can repay you, the treatment when you are a trainee, courses, performances, debut, etc., everything is optimistic."

"Yes, I understand, evildoer, Tang, public mother, true knowledge, insight."

"Climb for me!"

Xiao Hui was about to sign a contract, but Tang Zhuojian still didn't want to. No one knew what he was stubborn about, but he was stubborn and refused to compromise.

At first he thought about it, but every time he saw the contract of eight years or at least five or six years, and the sky-high liquidated damages, he flinched.He knows what he will be like when he enters. He has no style or character of his own. Everything is set up by the company. He sings in a style he doesn't like, does things he doesn't like, and there are a lot of troubles.Especially after Li Shirui threw olive branches coldly over and over again, he was even more repelled to sign the company.

Sometimes he doesn't know where his future is, but he is definitely not in this muddy entertainment circle.

When Bie Han arrived at Bie Han's place, Bie Han was talking with Tang Moyan about a new movie soundtrack, and Wen Haishan was also listening attentively. Tang Zhuojian hesitated for a moment, and walked forward to wrap rice with the five chicken wings in his hand lift it up.

"Sorry to bother you, this may taste better while it's hot."

The three of them turned their heads one after another. Bie Han and Tang Moyan thanked him after receiving it. Wen Haishan became excited: "I just dreamed last night that I bought chicken wings with rice! Brother! You are my lucky star." ah!"

Tang Zhuojian patted his head, looked at Bie Han and Tang Moyan: "There are still lollipops, I put them on the table over there, just come and get them later, sorry, you guys go ahead."

After he left the room, Tang Moyan whispered, "Don't Han, tell him, there's really no need to buy something to eat and play every time you come here, it's unnecessary!"

"Got it, I will tell him." Although I actually said it.

Tang Zhuojian walked to Bie Han's room, took out his earphones and started learning songs.

The entire recording studio is divided into two parts. The entrance is a lounge similar to a living room. The nearest door on the left is opened to form a part. There are three doors inside, almost all of which are Biehan’s place alone. Inside a recording studio, There is also a foley room in a place where the cold is often present.Going to the right from the living room, there is still a small open space inside. There are two doors, one belongs to Zhu Qunfei and the other belongs to Tang Moyan.

Tang Zhuojian himself has a good sense of music and learns songs very quickly. He liked this song very much as soon as he heard it. It is a typical Icelandic neo-classical style, similar to the soundtrack style of Olafur Arnalds, and the whole is cold, desperate and lonely.

In addition, there are not many vocals in the whole story. For about 2 minutes, the melody tends to be repetitive, and the next 3 minutes are full of soundtracks.

The most important thing is emotion.

So Tang Zhuojian made himself depressed. He ran to Biehan's foley room, turned off all the lights, didn't even need a stool, found a corner and sat on the carpet, with his back against the wall, and listened quietly with headphones on. .

Absolutely sealed and absolutely dark, it is hard to tell whether to close your eyes or open them, and indulge in another world full of heavy snow.

Bie Han and Tang Moyan didn't see Tang Zhuojian after the discussion ended. He looked around to make sure there was no one there. If it wasn't for the five lollipops on the table, he almost wondered if he was hallucinating just now.

"Hey, where's your daughter-in-law?" Tang Moyan also followed, he knew that Tang Zhuojian should be here, but he didn't see anyone when he came.

Don't give him a cold look: "You can eat carelessly, but don't talk carelessly."

Tang Moyan looked up at the sky: "Hey? You didn't do that yourself. Anyway, he's not here, just calling for fun."

"Are you colluding with Zhu Qunfei? Can this be called for fun?"

"Why not? You have the physique of your husband, you are Tang Zhuojian's husband, or a piece of candy husband, tsk." The word "scumbag" came to Tang Moyan's mind.

The "husband" Bie Han replied coldly: "What's the comparison? Tang Zhuojian is the air conditioner, and a piece of candy is the external unit of the air conditioner, okay?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes." Tang Moyan rolled his eyes, feeling strange.

Everyone is the same. They have been suppressed for a long time, and they always want to seize the opportunity to mock him. Before Bie Han has officially opened his eyes, Tang Moyan changed the subject in time: "I think this young man is really good, and he can sing well." Not bad, we should see each other often in the future.”

Bie Han glanced at him: "What? In the future, you plan to sing all related songs to him?"

"Of course, he is young, has unlimited potential, and is very malleable. The most important thing is that he is still a student. To put it bluntly, he is cheap labor. He is happy to earn extra money, and we are also happy to take more." Tang Moyan said, long-term The nature of the businessman who contracted outreach for the recording studio was immediately exposed.

Don't laugh coldly: "Age and seniority are not excuses, don't let me find out that you didn't pay him for what you hired him for."

"Fuck, my master, when did you get the problem of protecting your shortcomings?" Tang Moyan was speechless, no way, it's only been a few days, why did you get it, then wouldn't it take a long time? God?

Bie Han raised his head slightly, with a half-smile: "Then tell me, when did I agree with you to do such a thing?"

Then he calmed down his expression and said lightly: "It's not to protect his shortcomings, do you think he needs protection? It's the same with anyone, you get as much as you give."

"Cut!" Tang Moyan dismissed it. After thinking for a while, he leaned closer to Bie Han and whispered, "But seriously, look at this Tang Zhuojian, he is highly malleable, has a good personality and good looks, otherwise we will establish a relationship with him." Long-term cooperation, if there is any song that can be given to him, ELC doesn’t have a singer anyway, the songs we usually write are just a bunch of scores, and we can let him sing, a good singer, even if we only sing demos, it will have a miraculous effect on our development .”

"Think too much." Bie Han directly vetoed it.

"Okay." Tang Moyan ran into a wall and ran to the sofa to sit lazily.

The future of ELC is unpredictable, it is really unpredictable, he has told Bie Han many times, but Bie Han remains indifferent.

But in fact, Bie Han, who directly denied Tang Moyan's proposal, shook his head as if enlightened at that moment.After all, I am not as familiar with Tang Zhuojian as I imagined.

Not long after, Tang Zhuowian came out of the foley room, glanced at the two people sitting outside who were not speaking, and said coldly, "I've finished singing, may I record it now?"

"En." Bie Han let him into the recording studio by himself, and no longer led him to tune it for him, but let him figure out the proper height of the microphone and adjust the position.

"What's wrong with him? It feels strange all of a sudden." Tang Moyan was puzzled. He didn't understand what the cold temperament and sense of distance lingered around Tang Zhuo's body at the moment he saw it. Could it be that the conversation just now was overheard?Impossible, he is in the foley room, once the door is closed, he may not be able to hear the disco outside.

"I don't know." Bie Han didn't want to know either.

But when Tang Zhuojian started singing, both of them understood what was going on.

"A genius..." Tang Moyan said in a daze.

The setting of Tang Moyan's song is to sing close to the ear. In a completely quiet environment, it seems that there is a person singing close to the ear, without any reverberation at all, pure dry sound, and the distance is drawn very close.Death in the distance has come, one's last carnival.

After trying a few times and changing the distance between the mouth and the microphone, I finally chose the position Tang Moyan was most satisfied with.

After singing incompletely twice, Bie Han was still not satisfied. After thinking about it, he suddenly turned on the microphone and asked him, "What do you think of this song?"

Tang Zhuojian was immersed in his emotions, and his tone was very indifferent: "It's quite special."

"What's so special?" Bie Han also asked a little aggressively, his voice was very cold, sounding like two enemies.

Tang Zhuowian pondered for two seconds: "The weaving texture is very special, and the emotion expressed is very subtle."

"What season is it?"

"winter."

"Where?"

"glacier."

"Is it common?"

"uncommon."

"Have you seen it?"

"never seen it."

"Have you met many people?"

"It shouldn't be much."

The two of them asked and answered, Tang Moyan's heart skipped a beat, what the hell was the conversation between gods, why did he feel like he couldn't keep up.

When giving the demo before, Tang Moyan gave Bie Han his singing request, and then sent it to Tang Zhuojian together. Tang Zhuojian understood the artistic conception that the lyrics and music wanted to express, but he didn't expect Bie Han to be dissatisfied.

Tang Zhuojian stood in the recording studio without speaking for a long while.

So Bie Han played the sub-track to him alone, and then asked him how he felt and what were its characteristics.

Finally, Bie Han said indifferently: "You think the arrangement of this song is very special, why do you express it in such a normal way of singing?"

Tang Zhuo understood instantly.

"Others can always remember you because your singing has characteristics. The premise of having characteristics is that you have heard others sing. If you want to express an unconventional song, you must first know what the convention is."

Tang Zhuojian has the habit of printing out the lyrics. The score is placed in front of him. He will record every tiny detail, the strength of a certain word, and the time of breathing. This is especially important in this kind of song, because he needs to sing Almost exactly the same twice.

Temporarily changed some singing methods and techniques, Bie Han was satisfied, Tang Moyan was dumbfounded.

"What the hell did you say? I just realized it. How did he understand it in seconds?"

"I didn't say anything, the same surname is Tang, he's just more talented." Bie Han said truthfully.

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