This star is from the earth

Zhang Zishang was in a daze as he sat and watched Han Jue compose the song on the spot. He had to hold onto the bench with both hands to keep himself from falling.

No matter before Zhang Zishang became famous or after he became famous, he could always hear that a certain song was written in one go in just how many minutes. Some are 20 minutes, some are 15 minutes, and some are 10 minutes. It seems that the faster the song is written, the more powerful the song will be.

Zhang Zishang, like most ordinary people, after reading those anecdotes, went back to listen to those songs with a feeling of amazement, and really felt that those songs had become much more powerful.

Now, Zhang Zishang has stepped into the entertainment circle as a whole, and he more or less knows such a story, and there is another layer of story behind it. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, refers to the writing of the lyrics and music, not including the arrangement, nor the singing, and the subsequent operations.

That's already a big deal.

However, Zhang Zishang would never have imagined that today he witnessed how a song plus arrangement and singing was produced in the shortest time.

At first, Zhang Zishang was very happy when he saw that Han Jue was going to write a song live. Because this is the program component.

It's just that Zhang Zishang looked at Han Jue's operation, and the more he watched it, the more he became suspicious, and felt that Han Jue's operation was very wrong.

Zhang Zishang knew how a song emerged from nothing. When a normal musician creates a song, he first records the melody or lyrics that flashed through his head, expands it, verses, choruses, and pre-choruses, so that the tune fits the format and is carefully crafted, and then It's the composition.

Sometimes the state of a musician is like a godsend, and the music and lyrics emerge together.

But the arrangement should not be placed at the top anyway, because composition and arrangement are different.

Composition is to write out the [melody line] and [harmony], while arrangement needs to structure all the instruments used.

Han Jue started with arranging.

Zhang Zishang was very surprised to see Han Jue cut directly from the arrangement, but he didn't dare to say anything to Han Jue.

Before he picked Han Jue's songs, Han Jue didn't beat him up, but actually changed him one by one. Zhang Zishang already felt that today was his lucky day. But if he was to disturb Han Jue when he was creating, Zhang Zishang would never dare to die.

When Han Jue started creating, it was as if he was in no man's land. Neither hum the melody nor write the lyrics, but just silently adjust the timbre of the electronic organ, imitate some musical instruments, and play one after another boring and unsounding soundtracks.

Zhang Zishang had to suspect that Han Jue had premeditated such a non-mainstream show operation like Han Jue, and the so-called [temporary song writing] was just for pretending.

I saw Han Jue crackling, operating on the computer almost without hesitation, repeating and merging the written arrangement. In the end, I just finished my meal and drank a glass of water, and simply finished the arrangement.

"Okay, let's do this first, and it will take a while to do the details." Han Jue arranged the splicing and splicing of the sound tracks, picked up the cat, and announced the completion.

Zhang Zishang looked at the time, only ten minutes had passed since Han Jue put the cat down.

[It's too much acting! Teacher Han! ] Zhang Zishang bared his teeth, thinking that Han Jue's acting was a mess. Just like the last time we recorded in the dessert shop, Han Jue buried his head in playing the table for ten seconds, then raised his head and said he had an idea.

It is simply the idiom itself of [too much is not enough], it is best to explain it.

But when Han Jue worked hard for more than ten minutes on the stereo in the studio, Zhang Zishang's attention was gradually attracted.

Even though it was an unfinished arrangement, from the moment Zhang Zishang heard the first note, he thought that the quality of the song would not be bad.

First, the violin played in the stereo, soothing and relaxed, with a sense of religion. But after half a minute, the tone changed, the piano sound alternated between light and heavy, and a tense, depressive, gloomy, and suspenseful black atmosphere was created. This sense of danger is particularly evident in the production room dominated by black and red tones. Then the guitar, piano and drums come together.

Listening to such a tune, people have pictures in their minds.

However, all the pictures in his mind eventually turned into Han Jue in front of him.

Han Jue sank into the boss chair, crossed his legs, stroked the black cat in his arms with one hand, rested his elbow on the armrest with his other hand, and gently covered his lips with his fingers. open. In line with the black and red tones in the surrounding production room, it is dangerous and calm, like a dozing lion.

All those who saw this scene suddenly felt that the music being played on the stereo seemed to have appeared specifically for such a scene.

When half of the song was played, Han Jue woke up from his contemplation. Others also woke up.

"It would be better to add harmony," Han Jue took out the vocal recording equipment after making some modifications on the computer, "but now it's just a simple singing, you can just listen to it."

[Listen roughly...] Zhang Zishang swallowed.

When Han Jue leaned into the microphone and began to speak in a low voice, Zhang Zishang realized that he didn't understand even a few words.

"Mr. Han... which language do you sing? I... I can't!" Zhang Zishang immediately stated that his education level was not as high as he imagined after Han Jue stopped after reading a strange sentence. , don't overestimate him!

"Italian," Han Jue stared at the screen calmly, "Don't panic, this is the prelude."

When Zhang Zishang heard that it was just a prelude, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

After finishing the operation, Han Jue turned around and played the song again. But this time, in the prelude that was holy and then suspenseful, Han Jue's Italian whispered.

When the talk was over, Han Jue's newly added synthetic voice sounded, four sharp synthetic voices.

Listening to it this time is completely different from the previous time.

When Zhang Zishang heard this, the hairs on his arms stood on end.

Before Zhang Zishang could reflect on the intention of the four screaming voices, he heard Han Jue holding the recording device and saying:

[Cool morning dew, wet black dress, foggy stone road, father whispering...]

...

...

【My merciful father, I have fallen and cannot see the kingdom of sin. Please forgive my conceit...】

Han Jue still sang halfway through the song, then stopped.

"How do you feel?" Han Jue asked, while combining the vocals recorded just now under the accompaniment without any waste.

"Good good good good good good!" Zhang Zishang stood up and applauded, very excited. Zhang Zishang was like a native repeater, he always said yes with excitement after listening to a song.

Whether it's Han Jue's coherent singing or the quality of the lyrics and music of this new song, they are all excellent works. Judging by Han Jue's appearance, it could be even better. I don't know what the finished version looks like.

The choreographer downstairs is also satisfied. I feel that Han Jue's live arrangement, live lyrics and composition (doubtful), and live singing clips today are already well-earned, and the trip is not in vain.

Han Jue turned a deaf ear to Zhang Zishang's praise. He has already figured out the context of Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang kept saying [OK], but just like the most difficult Party A that Han Jue had encountered in his previous life, he grumbled, dissatisfied with this part of the work, and had requirements for another. Not happy, not happy.

So Han Jue ignored Zhang Zishang's full of praise, and said directly: "The rhythm of this song is a bit fast, but the requirements for singing skills are not very high. It is just a little demanding for rhythm and musicality."

As expected, Zhang Zishang began to talk about the conditions again, so he asked cautiously: "Is there no song with a slower rhythm, a more cheerful atmosphere, and a lower requirement for singing skills?"

Quite unexpectedly, Han Jue nodded and said, "Yes."

"Yes? That's great!" Zhang Zishang beamed with joy.

"Nursery rhyme." Han Jueping said flatly.

Zhang Zishang turned pale with shock, and immediately stood up from the bench and continued to walk around like hiding his skills: "No nursery rhymes, no nursery rhymes!"

There's another chapter coming soon.