Chapter 1168 Wandering Song
Eee.
The back door of the bar opened, and the cold wind blew in with snowflakes. A warm heat wave hit my face, and my fingers and toes felt numb. I hurriedly closed the back door, and the world became quiet again.
"Good evening."
"Hey Anson, good evening, the weather outside is terrible today."
"Indeed, it was still sunny in the afternoon, but suddenly the whole world turned completely dark in the evening. It made people doubt the extent of the holes in the sky, and they didn't know how long the snow would last."
"God, I hate winter. But seeing you here gives me a little more balance."
"Oh, Jim, I'm well-groomed today, okay?"
"What kind of look? Tramp look?"
"It looks like you are not dressed up, but you are actually carefully dressed up."
"Who is the reference sample? The pigeon lady from 'Home Alone 2'?"
"Bingo. Correct answer. Looks like all my hard work paid off."
Back and forth, complaints were mixed with ridicule, and the atmosphere seemed particularly lively.
At this moment, standing in front was a young man in his early twenties, Jim-Colby, a bartender.
With a weird dog-nibble haircut, showing off the edges of his personality, and an impatient expression on his face, he is at the age where he hates the world.
Jim looked at it roughly and carefully, but he still couldn't believe it:
The man in front of him turned out to be Anson Wood.
A white T-shirt, a white collarless shirt, and a light gray plaid collarless shirt were layered together, with a dark gray knee-length cape jacket.
The messy short hair is comparable to a bird's nest. Each hair has its own idea and stretches out stubbornly; the scruffy beard covers half of his face, making him look aged and tired, and his face is submerged in the hair.
A pair of dirty boots recorded the medals of the long journey, and a black guitar case was carried on his shoulders, showing a dusty appearance.
He just stood in front of him calmly and generously, without any other cover.
However, Jim still doubted his eyes and could not believe his own judgment.
Anson Wood?
That famous Anson, actually looking so miserable and embarrassed?
"Haha."
Jim gave a half-hearted smile.
"But I can understand that you need to hide your true identity, otherwise if you are accidentally recognized, the bar will probably be flooded by the huge crowd."
Anson didn't believe it, "Are you sure?"
"I believe you should have told a few friends and spread some news."
Jim's eyes widened, "Are you doubting my character?"
Before Anson could speak, a girl with a ponytail walked into the kitchen and casually interjected, "Jim told his next door neighbor."
"I told my good friends too."
Jim:…
He stared at Anson blankly, unable to defend himself, and finally turned around and shouted helplessly.
"Rebecca!"
Rebecca-Jones smiled at Jim and said, "If the buffalo chicken wings at table six are not served, I don't know what I will say."
"And, Anson, you have five minutes to get ready to go on stage."
Without waiting for a reaction, Rebecca turned around and left the kitchen with two plates and four glasses of beer, refusing to stay too long without stopping.
Anson looked at Jim's twinkling eyes and guilty profile, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry."
"I mean, even if you spread the word, the crowd wouldn't be able to fill the bar."
"Either no one believes it, or my appeal is not strong enough."
"Or maybe people came here to search carefully, but couldn't find the real person. They turned around and left angrily, thinking you were talking nonsense." "I believe Edward should also be spreading the news secretly outside."
"It's a pity that it doesn't help the bar business much. I don't know whether I should apologize for him or for me."
"Edward", the owner of this bar.
Jim couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
But then, Jim realized that he had been exposed and quickly controlled himself.
Clearing his throat, Jim remained serious, "I need to go out and help, otherwise Rebecca will really explode. Good luck tonight and best wishes for a broken leg."
After turning around, Jim still couldn't control himself and burst into laughter again.
Finally, it calmed down——
This is Lower Manhattan, New York, the East Village to be precise.
painting. music. writing. Performance. dance.
All kinds of art are nurtured here, including underground singers.
Once upon a time, in the 1960s, different music genres such as folk, country, rock, etc. sprouted and developed here and entered the public consciousness.
Including Bob Dylan. Including Johnny Cash.
They all performed in the taverns here and embarked on their superstar careers.
And, it continues to this day.
Although hip-hop, graffiti, vinyl, theater and other art lovers are now migrating to Brooklyn because of the high cost of land in Manhattan, the downtown area is still an important gathering place for underground art.
Anson was inspired by director Woody Allen——
Woody is a jazz lover, loyal supporter and fan, and he has been playing saxophone in a tavern in downtown New York.
Lasted for more than ten years.
No disguise, no mask, no pseudonym, just his own identity, going to the pub to attend jazz performances every day for ten years.
Of course, only once a week, after all, this is not his way of life.
If avid movie fans are interested, anyone can go to the tavern to watch the live performance and get up close and personal with the weird little old man.
This inspired Anson to perform in bars.
Along the way, Anson followed the footsteps of Johnny Cash and experienced the life of a musician in time and space, and he really benefited a lot.
However, he is always a bystander, like an outsider, watching from the outside without really entering that world and experiencing their lives firsthand.
Therefore, Anson hopes that he can enter the role and experience it for real.
Anson went to Warner Records to get an in-depth understanding of the bar performance ecology in lower Manhattan with professionals, and then went to visit on his own. Finally, he decided on this place and recommended himself to the bar owner——
He performs here for thirty minutes every night under the name "Le'Veon Davis."
Obviously, Anson was not prepared to use his name to promote the show, so the performance was scheduled for an early show in the evening, which was the warm-up position.
In the blink of an eye, a whole week passed, and the performance failed to stir up any waves.
Everything goes back to the time when the band toured the streets of Europe on August 31st; and this time, Anson was the only one on the stage.
Although the live show didn't make waves, Anson loved his time there.
If street performance is a wandering and adventure, then bar performance is about getting closer to familiar people and establishing a connection between the stage and the audience——
At least Anson became friends with the bartender and owner.
Life is swaying in uneasiness, but trying to move forward in chaos. This feeling allows Anson to open a gap and peek into the world of Johnny Cash.
Anson also gradually settled down, leaving the weirdness of Vanity Fair, feeling the contact between his feet and the ground again, and grasping the focus of life.
Next, it’s performance time again.
(End of chapter)