Chapter 1470 Emotional thrill
Anson understood that it was impolite to interrupt the conversation in half and then penetrate into his own world; but the feeling was too surging and surging, the whole heart curled up, and the roar in his mind continued, hovering like a tsunami, losing control.
He needs catharsis, he needs record.
The moment the fingertips touched the black and white keys, the hot and hot emotions evolved into notes, turning into storms, and venting them endlessly.
From intermittent, bumpy to flowing water, the notes flowing from the fingertips are so surging, so full and so passionate, the emotions are overflowing, strong and hot, and almost burning the black and white keys, and the heart is uncontrollably involved in this storm.
The faster you jump, the stronger you jump.
"The setting sun is like blood, escaping into the night. You are not here, you are by your side. I take my guard down, you retreat, and I gradually get used to being the person I once loved."
Syllables, rhythms, vocabulary, and emotions burst out with strength between the upper lip and the lower lip, lonely and desolate, painful and despair, and finally evolve into shouting.
Once, it is still not enough, so again.
"The setting sun is like blood, escaping into the night. You are not here, you are by your side. I take my guard down, you retreat, and I gradually get used to being the person I once loved."
That loneliness and confusion stirred between the lips and teeth.
Full of hope, mustering up the courage, bravely revealing oneself and delivering trust again, but once again, he was scarred and finally became the person he "had ever loved".
The sighs and sighs contained in the sentence "I once loved" are too heavy to make people breathe.
It is precisely because of this that we must shout, roar, and we must vent our emotions heart-wrenchingly, otherwise we will disappear in endless pain.
It was just a few short sentences, but it was not prepared or brewed. It released its emotions at once and pushed to the extreme without reservation. It was completely different from the previous performance. Not only was the emotional tension "one hundred", but it was also suddenly pushed to "one hundred" from scratch, shock and impact pouring in.
The power of notes and words hit the head and face.
Mike and Dustin were both stunned and stared at Anson blankly, unable to react for a while. Who would have thought that while talking about work, an emergency brake appeared in front of him, such a storm of emotions, just like a heavy rain in the midsummer afternoon—
It was fast and urgent, leaving no room for breathing.
However, it was fleeting and had not even found a place to hide from the rain. The sky was clear again. Looking at the cloudless sky, I couldn't help but stare blankly. If I hadn't been soaked all over, the rain just now would have seemed to have never happened, and the feeling in front of me was the same.
Everything came surgingly and retreated even more surgingly. Finally, the heart was hanging in the air, neither up nor down, and in a dilemma, shock and excitement were breathless after wave; but at the same time, excitement and excitement were like surging tides, and they were stuck in their chests, and they actually forgot to vomit.
On the contrary, Anson stopped playing by himself and sat in front of the piano and thought about it seriously.
"I don't like it."
Mike:? ? ?
Dustin was even more anxious and couldn't believe his ears, "...what were you saying?"
Anson repeated again, "I don't like it."
Dustin blinked and almost forgot to breathe, "But why?"
In one breath, he stuck in his chest. Dustin himself did not realize it, and moved forward uncontrollably, trying to get closer to Anson.
"This song just now is even more impactful than the one in the previous song..."
Anson interrupted Dustin, "Yes, it is because of this reason that it is stronger, more fierce and more ostentatious. This is more in line with the music that the market likes now. People need strong things, and no one likes the mediocre sound..." Dustin choked, "Isn't this a good thing?"
Anson looked at Dustin's nervous face and immediately realized that they had misunderstood themselves, "Yes, this is a good thing, don't misunderstand me, I have no malicious intentions towards the market, I have no intention of showing my personality in an independent and innovative way."
"Relax, please relax, the vase has no personality."
The casual teasing made the air in the room relax again, but neither Mike nor Dustin smiled, and still stared at Anson intently, as if he was afraid that he would blink. The person in front of him might disappear out of thin air like Peter Pan, only Anson himself did not notice it.
"Let me think about how I should explain myself."
Ansen looked into the sky, "The emotions are too strong. I mean, love is always worrying, they give birth to countless classic works; but is that all?"
Mike, “Ha?”
He can understand every word, but why can’t he understand it if he is combined?
Anson, "I mean, repeating love over and over again is a bit boring, and the vision is too limited."
Mike's eyes widened, "Is it because of what I just said?"
Mike was a little anxious, "Are you worried that the media would keep lyrics? What kind of love did Anson Wood experience without people knowing?"
"Ha." Ansen laughed out loud, "No, I'm not worried about this."
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How to face the media has never been something Anson needs to worry about.
But how should he express his feelings?
The melody, lyrics, and inspiration all come from Chris Evans and Jessica Bell, but the song behind is slightly different from "Hold me tight while waiting". It is not entirely based on the story of Chris and Jessica, but the unknown extended from this starting point.
Since it is just a starting point, it should not be bound by the unknown ahead.
"I always think that lyrics are also an indispensable part of music. This is also a very important part of the difference between pop music and classical music. If the lyrics are not meticulously crafted, they are just a bunch of nonsense, or meaningless words pile up, and the music created in the end is no different from DJs."
"It's not just the melody, I hope the lyrics can be well crafted. But the content is always limited to the topic of love, which is not the correct way to open it."
Apart from the band's musical form, Anson has been thinking about how a person should fill the stage-
The "Don't Be Justified" stage at the Grammy Awards Ceremony at the beginning of the year brought some inspiration, and the experience of "Walking with Songs" as Johnny Cash also brought some inspiration, and finally Anson's attention fell on the lyrics.
From another perspective, for Ansen, who is from the journalism department, this is also a return to the field he is good at.
However, this is not easy.
Art comes from life and is higher than life, but the real difficult part is often here, because most art comes from life but cannot be higher than life.
Now, Dustin can finally breathe, "Then, switch to one angle."
"In life, there is not only love separation, but also birth, old age, sickness and death. No one can get rid of us or resist it. The final end is the same."
"Death. You see, everyone knows that the ending of life is already there, but the magical thing is that few people are willing to discuss this."
(This chapter ends)