Chapter 1291 Integrated whole
It turns out that melody also has emotions.
It turns out that songs can also carry stories.
Quietly, all the eyes of the audience were focused on that figure——
Dressed in black, Yushu faces the wind, his broad and stiff shoulders gradually open and stretch, and the confidence radiating from the inside out runs through his spine.
The person is still the same person; but the performance is no longer that performance.
There was a little playfulness in Sam's eyes, as if he could finally see the real flexibility hidden behind the sacred halo of gospel songs, peeking out quietly.
Anticipation began to surge.
"When I was a baby, my mother said, kid, be a good boy and never play with guns."
"But I shot a guy in Reno and watched him die."
Obviously, the lyrics are impactful; however, Johnny's performance is not so heavy and clumsy, but has a wandering wantonness and spontaneity.
Running wildly and laughing loudly seems to be able to hide the complexity and vulnerability in the heart.
Larry, feeling it——
Just like what I felt in the studio with August 31st.
Casual and free, open and gorgeous, listen carefully to the sound deep in the soul, follow the jump and excitement of the heart, and gently pluck the strings.
Thumb, thump.
Luther plays not an ordinary cello, but a double bass, with a deeper and richer sound, firmly grasping the center of gravity amidst the hustle and bustle.
Again and again, the vibration of Luther's plucked strings collided and intertwined with Johnny's guitar strings, causing ripples in his heart.
On the side, the smile on Dan John's lips could not help but rise slightly.
There is no need to be nervous or worried, they have already experienced this scene in the recording studio, so just let down your guard and enjoy the music.
No matter what performance or role you perform, it no longer matters at this moment. Just immerse yourself in the world of music, and the boundary between reality and illusion completely disappears.
Marshall looked at Luther. Although he did not pluck the guitar strings in his arms for the time being, he stared intently at the flying movements of Luther's fingertips. His jaw also swayed up and down in accordance with the rhythm, and his eyes showed a bright light.
However, Johnny's singing did not continue to be passionate, but instead became low. Even the guitar strings disappeared, and only the sound of Luther's double bass stirred in the air.
He hummed softly, like a whisper in his ears.
"When I heard the siren sounding, I bowed my head and cried."
The moment of fragility in the midst of strength, the moment of sadness in the midst of joy, everything is fleeting. When the guitar strings play, joy returns, and the ups and downs, ups and downs of the performance are delicately touched between the twists and turns. To the deepest corners of the soul.
"I bet rich people are eating in fancy restaurants. They're probably drinking and smoking cigars. I know I deserve it. I know I'm not free."
Snap.
With his fingertips, he pressed the guitar strings, and once again only the strings of Luther's double bass were left plucking in the air.
Johnny raised his head and looked directly into Sam's eyes.
The anger and sadness burned so wantonly and unrestrainedly in the depths of his pupils.
This is the real Johnny Cash.
Deep in his soul, there is a fire burning, his enthusiasm, passion, publicity and dreams, stirring among the melodies.
Then Johnny stared at Sam and hummed softly again.
"But those people keep coming and going, and that's what tortures me." Boom!
Emotions explode!
However, Johnny gave no time to react and turned to look at Marshall, and the two exchanged glances. The corners of the mouth are both raised.
Not joy, but immersion and relaxation, no more tension and no baggage, as if they were back on the porch at home. They were just a few guys who loved music. They used their spare time to play instruments and music, and hummed their inner feelings with melodies. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
That's all.
Marshall looked at Johnny, and Johnny looked at Marshall. The guitar strings of the two people rushed to each other, flying down three thousand feet like a waterfall.
Luther saw this scene and joined in not to be outdone. The three string sounds presented three levels, entwined with each other, chasing each other and resonating with each other.
Melody, excitement——
Yes, he just shot; yes, he just killed; yes, he just lost his freedom,
Yes, a life just disappeared; yes, a crime just happened before our eyes.
However, no one cares.
Those rich people are still drinking and smoking cigars and enjoying the good night. They don't care about the blood and bones under their feet. They don't care about life and death and the rise and fall of the world. They continue to come and go, they continue to sing and dance, and they continue to live in drunken dreams.
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This is what he really cares about.
Even if his hands were covered in blood and he strangled lives, he still couldn't arouse the slightest attention from those rich people.
Therefore, he is about to rot in prison with those people, like a pile of garbage and mud, completely abandoned and forgotten. With his "disappearance", those problems will also disappear.
But, is it really?
His sadness, anger, and struggle are all revealed at this moment in the collision of turbulent and passionate strings, and they are vented wantonly.
The whole world is stirring together.
Johnny was unfamiliar like this, and yet, he was shining.
Dressed in black, he looked like the God of Death emerging from the dead after a bloody battle. He raised the scythe of justice high and waved it towards those indifferent and aloof figures.
He is not without edges and colors, he is just carefully hidden.
Sam was completely stunned, staring at Johnny intently, his focus collapsed, and his thoughts were completely lost in the echoes and spirals of the melody.
Unknowingly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the satisfaction and happiness firmly filled his entire chest.
He knew he had found a treasure.
However, Johnny didn't notice.
To be precise, he didn't care.
This is the first time that he bravely shows his true self. His edges and sharpness are no longer the submissive marionette in the shadow of his father or wife. Instead, he bravely expresses his voice and faces himself calmly and generously. of reality and embrace it with open arms.
That wantonness and joy were like a midsummer rainstorm, pouring down from his brain, but he didn't care.
This time, he did not hide under the eaves and watch the heavy rain cautiously. Instead, he threw off his shoes, barefooted, and rushed into the storm that filled the sky, singing wantonly in the humid and sultry mist.
The sound of the guitar strings was surging and flamboyant, passionate and turbulent. Even Luther and Marshall completely threw away their burdens and played with sweating profusely and flushed faces.
There was no discussion, no rehearsal, everything was created on the fly, but the three people released all the inspiration deep in their souls, colliding with each other wantonly, waiting for the chemical reaction to burn in the air, the blossoming sparks igniting the enthusiasm in an incredible way, and then they started again. There is no way to stop it from unfolding in an all-round way.
It was majestic and vigorous, detonating the whole place.
Involuntarily, it makes people's blood boil.
(End of chapter)