Chapter 1268 Simple and Pure
Connor. Lily. Myers.
They all came on stage one after another, but there was no rest or breathing time, no greetings or pauses. They just glanced at Anson in the recording room, then joined Anson knowingly, and entered his position with ease.
The recording room suddenly became crowded.
Not only crowded, but also chaotic, visual and auditory jammed with complex signals.
I was dizzy and couldn't figure out the north.
However, the band members seemed content and unmoved in the chaos and noise. They were each busy with their own affairs and concentrated on their work.
Ahead, Anson was still outlining the strings and playing the melody with concentration.
Myers, who was the first to prepare, looked at Anson, waited patiently, listened attentively, looking for an opportunity, and gently plucked the strings to join in the performance——
Myers holding the cello Instead of using a bow, Erls plucked the strings with his fingertips.
The string sound, deep and thick, supports the guitar melody like a drum beat. The ethereal and smart notes quietly wrap around the sides of the "drum beat" and fly. Branches seem to grow wantonly in the melody, making the impact of emotions clear and condensed. , the scattered thoughts quietly gathered in the performance in front of me.
Then, there is Connor.
When Connor joined in the performance, Miles changed the way he played. The addition of the bow allowed the cello to return to the essence of string music. The melodious and long strings traveled between the guitar strings like a clear spring. Instead, it forms a resonance with different parts of the bass's deep and thick strings.
One instrument after another, they show their personality and highlight their colors. They are completely different but complement each other. They collide harmoniously and lightly, creating sparks.
The gentle and sad, bright and fragile notes are like fireflies flying all over the sky, flickering brightly and dimly, sometimes disappearing, sometimes dispelling the darkness, turning the night sky into a hazy peacock blue.
Finally, there is Lily.
She did not rush to play the melody, but used independent and clear notes to stir up ripples. She used one-finger meditation like a beginner, without even a complete syllable, but relied on each note to create a melody. The harmonious melody brings a graceful and moving chemical reaction.
Clearly layered.
The noise and chaos gradually faded away, and the world became quiet again.
Everything seems quiet and magnificent.
Reese regained her composure.
She has always known that music is the resonance of the collision of different instruments. Unfortunately, contemporary pop music increasingly uses electronic synthesizers, so that it is often impossible to accurately distinguish the colors of instruments by relying only on the ears.
However, the scene in front of me allowed the timbre and personality of the instrument to emerge with unprecedented clarity and clarity. The resonance of notes and notes converged into a trickle, setting off a stormy wave deep in the soul.
It turns out that singers not only need to resonate with the lyrics and melody, but also need to connect with the audience and the musical instruments. Only by truly understanding the resonance behind the notes can the performance be given a vivid soul.
The truth seems not difficult; but it has never been easy to evolve from theoretical talks on paper to something that you can truly understand and apply.
In his sight, Anson was so focused and enjoying himself so much. He was so focused. Between the collision of his fingertips and the strings, he seemed to be able to see little bits of light flowing and venting. Finally, they gathered at his feet to form a sea of stars, quietly stirring, swaying, and wandering. , slowly falling freely from a high altitude, but there is no need to worry about being shattered into pieces, but crashing into a gorgeous scene.
Not only Anson, but also everyone else.
So, is this "another light"?
Reese didn't watch last night's Grammys, honestly, she wasn't interested.
But the afterglow of the awards ceremony was stirring, and the whole of Hollywood knew about it. Even Memphis heard the news, and the rumors continued.
However, Reese still didn't care too much -
That was a thing in the music world, she was an actress, and she needed to stay focused. But now... Reese is a little unsure.
Anson still didn’t sing, there were no lyrics or singing, just the melody; but when playing instruments, you can still feel the power of emotion and the layers of the song, returning to his original nature to show the charm of the melody.
So fragile yet so tenacious, so sad yet so clear, so slow yet so surging, those contradictory words blend together perfectly, making people immersed in it in a grand and grand way.
Unable to extricate myself.
When people talk about music, they often think that it must include singing; but even now, symphony still does not need to be accompanied by singing to create a surging effect that makes people look up to it.
Moreover, music can transcend languages and cultures and build bridges between different people. Its essence is not because of lyrics or singing, but because of the true feelings contained in the melody.
So, what role should a singer play when singing?
"Reese..."
Reese was immersed in her own thoughts, completely forgetting the passage of time, but was startled by the call, and the focus of her eyes moved hurriedly.
It turned out to be the recording engineer. He gestured towards Reese -
Anson was calling her with his eyes.
She?
What did Anson want to do with her? Is there something you need help with?
Reese looked around, her eyes blank, and she didn't understand Anson at all.
In the movie, a look seems to be enough to complete communication; but obviously it does not exist in real life. Reese watched Anson spread his hands.
Anson laughed directly.
However, Anson did not open his mouth to explain, but looked at the band members.
Play, switching seamlessly, starting with Miles' cello.
Miles seemed a little excited. He stood up, put down the bow, supported the cello with his shoulders, and began to draw the strings with both hands as if playing a harp.
Light, cheerful, with a typical swing style, it makes people dance gracefully. The performance has its own rhythm, and the feet dance uncontrollably as if wearing the legendary red dance shoes.
Tap, tap, jump, spin.
Even the musical notes danced happily.
Then, Anson and Lily exchanged glances. The guitar and keyboard played at the same time, and you could clearly see their fingertips jumping lightly, dazzled, and the flowing melody bounced on their hearts.
And, of course, Connor.
It could be seen that Connor was particularly happy. He took a step forward with his bass in his arms and swayed like a rock star. The roar and thickness of the bass sound unexpectedly became the protagonist, tugging at the heartstrings of the audience.
Reese was stunned, completely stunned, unable to react for a moment:
This... this is Joan Carter's classic song "Juke-Box-Blues" Blues)”!
A country-swing track with a clear and lively rhythm that is the highlight.
Joan Carter's original version highlights the presence of the guitar, relying on the bright and lightness of the guitar playing to emphasize the characteristics of the swing style; while Anson and the others use the strings of the bass to create a deep and heavy rock rhythm style, but at the same time still retain the lightness of the original song. It makes you want to dance to the melody.
The dancing gene is about to move——
Anson extended an invitation to Reese with a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)