Chapter 1234: Unique
Quietly, gently, Anson sang softly.
Just a guitar.
There is no other accompaniment or other modifications, but it returns to its original nature and pushes the power hidden in the melody and lyrics to the extreme, slowly releasing it.
Until the chorus was sung, Anson was not in a hurry to enter the second part. His fingertips flew lightly above the strings, and the melody jingled between bumps and bumps, and each note was warm. And it falls gracefully on the heart and dances gracefully, and the mood is soaring involuntarily.
Then Miles showed up -
with his cello.
This scene is eye-opening.
The cello is relatively bulky and not so convenient for daily movement. When watching a performance, the cello is often already in place.
But the point is that it is rare to see the cello "really" appearing on the Grammy stage; in some grand performances with orchestral music, the symphony orchestra including the cello is often hidden under the stage or behind the scenes. , they were never the focus.
All the way to the eyes.
The cello appeared just like this, and it was still moving slowly, like a snail moving.
This scene is absolutely visually impactful.
No one is an exception.
Exactly two years ago, Anson, Myers and others appeared on the "Tonight Show" and brought brand-new music with a novel performance method, sweeping North America in a mighty way.
In the eyes of professionals, this is nothing more than a gimmick. The same method is surprising once, wonderful twice, and mediocre three times. It has no reference value-
Not worth mentioning.
However, tonight?
Shocks, shocks, accidents, and surprises are endless.
The entire Staples Center was completely manipulated. No one was an exception. They were all involved in this storm, immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.
Miles carried the cello to the position that the staff had just arranged, and sat down with the cello in his arms, his eyes shining brightly.
There was no time or energy to pay attention to the gazes of the audience. The eyes of astonishment and curiosity completely hit Anson and Miles; but Miles just adjusted his breathing and looked up at Anson.
A vision crosses.
Myers found an opening, pulled the bow, and the cello's iconic mellow and melodious strings gently meandered into the gurgling stream of guitar strings.
Two string tones, one high and one low, one clear and one mellow, one cheerful and one long, intersect and collide with each other to weave a new texture.
It is obviously a slightly sad and bitter emotion, but it has a tough and tenacious strength, just like the childhood Forrest Gump in "Forrest Gump" -
Scarred, submissive, and ignored by other children He was bullied but didn't know how to fight back, and was considered a monster because he wore a polio brace; but he continued to run while stumbling, running wildly, and finally broke free from the shackles of the braces and ran stubbornly and focused.
A little bit, and a little bit more, the sun fills the entire chest.
Maybe, this is life.
Full of helplessness, despair and frustration, people always go round and round in search of answers, but often come back in vain and are trapped in their own cage; but they never give up, refusing to surrender. Refuse to give up, hold on to the glimmer of hope, and run with all your strength.
It is unbelievable that such a complex and profound emotion can be expressed in the performances of Anson and Miles.
Anson looked at Miles.
Miles looked at Anson.
They looked at each other, and the strings in their hands continued to flow and collide, creating a real roar.
Before I realized it, my blood began to boil, my heart began to beat wildly, and an indescribable excitement and enthusiasm burst out.
At this time, amid the roar and excitement, Anson began to sing again. "Recalling past events, withdrawing from reality, unable to stand; in the kitchen, an empty chair belongs to your place, oh." (Note 1)
Gently, slowly , quietly, concealing sadness.
"It's natural that you are furious, it's unfair; just because you can't see it, it doesn't mean that he doesn't exist."
Those who have passed away, those who have disappeared, it seems that they can no longer be Redemption is like a dandelion, it has been scattered to the end of the world with a gentle breeze.
Then, no one cares anymore.
Archie has experienced too many such things.
They exist, but it’s as if they don’t exist; they disappear, but no one cares at all.
They shouted their voices hoarsely, but they were still too weak to awaken any attention.
In fact, they have always been there, but in the real world, in the daily life of mainstream life, they are like ghosts, completely ignored.
Just like tonight.
In the crowd, no one cared or cared about his existence. He appeared at the scene but seemed to have never been seen before.
Because of this, all his friends persuaded Archie to give up and there was no need to waste energy.
Not only will their appearance not be seen or heard, it may even become a reason for others to attack, adding to the many scars.
But Anson saw it.
Not only did he see it, but he also understood it. Anson truly understood their beliefs and their persistence.
"If they say, who cares that another light is extinguished, under the billions of stars in the sky, it is twinkling and twinkling."
It's just a cello and a guitar, but that The string sound pulled out the fragility and sadness hidden in Anson's voice, so deep and so turbulent.
No one knows what Anson has experienced, but Archie is willing to believe that Anson can truly understand their struggle and pain, and can also understand the nightmare in the endless darkness.
Singing is not perfect.
Without any embellishment or any backing vocals, Anson lays himself bare, with all his strengths and weaknesses on display.
Those slightly trembling codas inevitably reveal a bit of struggle, and those transitional connections uncontrollably hide a bit of fragility.
However, it is precisely these imperfections that achieve perfection, like a meteor, hitting Archie's heart hard.
"Who cares about the end of someone's time? If we are just a drop in the ocean, let's hurry up and hurry up."
Quiet, but noisy.
Small, yet magnificent.
The power of notes is unleashed in Anson’s singing.
Archie raised his chin slightly and stared at the big screen quietly and stubbornly, watching the stage become busy again.
The staff came and left. They blatantly set up the stage in full view of everyone, and then turned around and left after finishing their work.
This time, they added microphones to Anson's right hand side and Miles' left hand side, and of course, a keyboard to Miles' left hand side.
Connor was the first to appear, holding the bass in his arms, a little reserved and nervous, but without a buffer, breaking into the light.
Lily, a little slower, walked briskly to the keyboard, looking at Anson and Miles with bright eyes, obviously she was ready.
"Who cares about another light going out? Yes, I care."
Note 1: One-More-Light——Linkin-Park
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