Chapter 228 One Meter of Sunshine
Miles-Anderson was a little frustrated.
Since childhood, he has studied classical music, specializing in cello, and has made some achievements in the field of classical music. He has won some competitions and has also appeared on the stage of Carnegie Hall, although he is not the best among the best. , but also has a promising future, with a foreseeable future in the field of classical music.
But Myers has always been thinking that classical music should not be highbrow, nor should it be limited to a small group of people enjoying themselves in isolation from the world. Young people should also discover the beauty of classical music, and classical musical instruments should also Integrate into the times and be accepted and familiar by a wide range of people.
The times are always progressing. They should not abandon tradition, but they should not cling to tradition and refuse to move forward.
Whether it is classical music or pop music, they are all music and melody. No one is nobler than the other, and no one is more artistic than the other.
Miles found a group of like-minded friends who embraced music dreams and believed they could use their own power to change the world and culture. He hoped to integrate various classical instruments such as cello, violin, harp, etc. Pop music, leading a new musical direction.
What a pity.
Now it seems that he was too hasty. For two years, they were unable to make ends meet, and their music was still ignored. The expensive pressure of New York made the band members breathless.
He does not blame the band members for their collapse, because he lives at home. Although his parents do not understand or support him, at least he does not need to face the pressure of rent and living expenses; but this is not the case for the band members. In this day and age, To survive in a frozen society, they need more support.
Miles couldn't help but think that maybe, it was all his fault; maybe, without him, the band would have found their chance in the past two years to realize their dream; maybe, from the beginning, he wouldn't have Such an idea should be proposed; perhaps, it is just his extravagant hope.
Feeling guilty and lost.
Myers' heart slowly sank. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how to say it. Any words he said seemed like a cunning excuse.
"I'm sorry, can I enjoy another piece of music?"
A voice came from directly in front of me. Miles looked up suddenly, his heart flew to his throat, and then he saw a A smiling face.
Subconsciously, Miles looked at the other two band members, staring longingly, but did not dare to speak.
Lily-Watkins arranged her long red hair behind her back, took a deep breath, "Sorry, the show is over."
Myers' His eyes suddenly darkened.
But Lily didn't notice, and she didn't have the mind to pay attention. She turned and looked forward, barely showing a smile, "Today's performance is over."
Slightly surprised, she stood in front of her It was a young man who didn’t look like the type who stopped specifically for street performances. After all, in this steel forest, everyone seemed busy, extremely busy, so busy that there was no time to stop, let alone enjoy the street. Performed.
The man smiled and said, "One piece. Just one piece. It won't take up too much of your time."
Next to him, Connor-Jenks, who was preparing to dismantle the drum set, stopped. He made a few movements, looking honest and honest with some freckles on his nose, and said in a gentle tone, "Lily, it's just one song."
"Have you forgotten our original intention, to play music to everyone who needs it? Now someone in need has appeared."
Lily was stunned, her shoulders slumped, and she glanced at Miles, who was silent but couldn't hide the expectation in his eyes, feeling a little annoyed and helpless, "Even though. I do, but we don’t have a guitar or a vocalist, so what should we perform, pure music?”
All eyes were focused on the lonely, forgotten and abandoned guitar.
The atmosphere is a bit bitter.
However, a voice came from the side, "If you don't mind, I can join."
Russily, all three people looked at the man standing in front.
The smile on the corner of the man's mouth was so light and so bright, "Wood. Anson Wood."
The three people looked at each other, and for a moment they forgot to speak. In the midst of exhaustion and anxiety, their brains were spinning so fast. There was a noticeable slowdown and no one knew how to react.
Anson didn't rush forward and still stood there, "I just listened. You guys were probably trying to integrate the cello into the melody, but they never found a suitable way, right? I have an idea that you are willing to try. Take a look? "
Connor showed surprise and glanced at Miles. He could immediately sense that Miles was about to make a move, but he couldn't speak because of guilt - Miles really couldn't ask them. Try again.
Connor couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted, "Lily!"
Lily hesitated to speak. She didn't want to play the bad guy, but now she was in a complicated mood. Full of irritation, I finally couldn't hold it back and said, "We tried."
"Not just once or twice."
Lily was also a little frustrated.
"It's not that we don't cooperate well, nor that we don't have talent. In fact, we have made countless attempts and gone through countless practices, but..."
"I think, we It’s too ahead of its time, and the public still can’t accept it.”
“Linkin Park has just shown the market that rap can also be a part of rock, and we are already eager to integrate classical into rock. Who are we kidding? This is too advanced, and no one can accept it in the current market. ”
“Do you know how long Linkin Park struggled in its obscurity? ”
—Anson, yes.
This is the truth.
Seven years, seven years from when Chester-Bennington set out on the band’s path to when Linkin Park emerged this year.
In fact, Linkin Park still has not "come forward". They are still frustrated and hit a wall because they were continuously rejected by the record company. They released the single "One-Step-Closer" online out of anger, but it failed. The accident sparked heated discussions on the Internet.
Thousands of comments flooded into the Yahoo fan forum in just one week, which made Warner Bros. Music Records see the potential and signed the contract.
Currently, Linkin Park is still preparing for their first studio album, which has not been released yet.
In other words, there is still a long road ahead for the general public to accept the changes in music.
But at the same time, Anson also knows that change has come. From Linkin Park to Nora-Jones, the world's music landscape is quietly changing.
Maybe, if they change the focus slightly, instead of using the cello as the protagonist, the general public will not be bound by stereotypes and imaginations just because they notice the cello at first glance, and they will subtly feel the charm brought by the so-called classical instrument of the cello. Things may be slightly different. .
Of course, Anson had no answer. He was not sure whether his idea would work in 2000 -
At least, it was worth trying.
The bohemian and lawless Ansen in his previous life before he was twenty-five years old seems to be waking up little by little.
Anson shrugged lightly, "Since I have tried ninety-nine times, there is nothing wrong with one more time. It only takes an extra thirty minutes anyway."
"Before you choose to give up, give yourself another chance in thirty minutes. I think dreams are worth such an opportunity."
A smile rose at the corner of the mouth.
A ray of sunshine breaks through the heavy clouds and falls across the reinforced forest, lighting up an inconspicuous corner of the city. Life seems to have hope again.
Lily looked at the man in front of her and couldn't help but froze. She nodded mysteriously, "Okay."
Fourth update.
(End of this chapter)