Chapter 430 Not a Hero
Bass, four strings, low frequency, stable.
In a band, the bassist cannot stand under the spotlight like the lead singer, nor does he have the guitarist's turbulent strumming, nor the keyboardist's dazzling operations, or even hide behind the shadows. The drum beats of the rain hitting the beach can easily arouse emotions.
Because of this, the presence of the bass is not strong in the band. It seems that it is more difficult to show off his skills and cannot blow up the scene. Even if he stands under the spotlight, he cannot resonate with the audience. This makes the bass's status seriously underestimated. underestimate.
In many bands, no one is willing to take the position of bassist, so they switch to keyboard or guitar to take the position, but this is obviously a misunderstanding.
In a band, the bass is the core of the rhythm.
Nick-Mason, the drummer of Pink-Floyd, once said that the essence of the band is actually a drummer and a bassist, plus some novelties Performance.
In modern music, drumbeats are very important, especially in bands where they play an indispensable role. They can control the speed and rhythm of the entire song; at the same time, the sound of drums is very domineering and is the most powerful of all instruments. An instrument suitable for expressing rhythm, it can provide both high and low frequencies, and has outstanding penetration.
So, why do professionals often say that in most music, drums must also have bass, and the two are inseparable partners?
Because the shortcomings of drums are obvious:
It has no fixed pitch and cannot produce sustained sounds.
The bass plays exactly this role, providing pitch and complementing the continuation sound. The two instruments work together to create beautiful rhythmic lines.
For a band, the guitar is the skeleton; the drums are the muscles; the keyboard is the skin; and the bass is the blood——
Perhaps, blood cannot be seen with the naked eye. It flows, but that doesn’t mean it’s unimportant.
That’s it before you.
After "Wake Me Up" surprised everyone with its cello opening technique, the band in front of them opened with a fretless bass that was unheard of.
Everyone’s attention fell on Connor.
Connor lowered his eyelids and concentrated all his attention on the bass. His fingertips gently plucked the strings, and the low and heavy string sounds gently rippled with an ancient charm and melodiousness, warmth. The notes are scattered all over the ground like moonlight.
Involuntarily, I held my breath.
Far away, lightly and transparently, the guitar strings sounded.
It's Anson.
Anson held the guitar pick in his mouth and stared at the strings intently. The clear sound of his fingertips hitting the strings gurgled out like a cold stream, flying around the bass strings that firmly grasped the heartstrings. Dancing, different timbres sometimes collide and sometimes intertwine, firmly grasping the heart.
Buzz, buzz buzz.
Wait, that's...the cello.
Myers’ bow slowly pulled on the G string, and the graceful and delicate string sound came out instantly with a little vicissitude and tenderness. Notes of different levels and frequencies instantly filled the corner of the ear. Every corner, unknowingly, the whole heart is filled with sadness and broken coldness.
Then, the tinkling wind chime melody jumped lightly between the strings.
Lily made no special movements and joined in the performance quietly, like a breeze blowing against her face.
Close your eyes and involuntarily wander into the notes and fly high——
Sitting in a pickup truck, driving on the straight Route 66 , open the car window, let the breeze carry the green trees, soil, streams, goshawks, blue sky, and cornfields from all over the world to fill the entire car. The pain and troubles of life slowly recede amidst the crushing of the wheels, and endure I couldn't help but stretch out my right hand to catch the traces of the wind, carefully feeling the vicissitudes of time slipping through my fingertips, and my heart, riddled with holes, relaxed bit by bit.
People always think that everything in life is fine. They are so busy day by day that they have no time to be sad, no time to suffer, and no time to think; but one afternoon, they are quietly in a daze with a cup of hot tea. , took a short breath, and was hit hard by the note without any warning——
In fact, I am not good.
Those pains, sufferings and scars have not disappeared, they are just temporarily hidden in the corners of memory, penetrating and eroding the soul bit by bit.
Only you can understand what you have experienced.
Then, I fell into the gap of time. A gurgling melody. So simple, so light, yet so rich.
The sense of layering, the sense of picture, the sense of reality, just wrap the heart gently and tenderly, and pull it again and again. Before I realize it, I have slowly fallen, fallen into the long river of time, and fallen into memory. In the mouth, the bitterness of the five flavors spreads on the tip of the tongue.
Blair was stunned, just stunned.
Without warning, helplessly.
My eyes were slightly warm, as if I could see the golden notes flying out from the instrument, vibrating their wings, and finally falling carefully on my eyelashes.
Can’t help but hold my breath.
Slowly, the performance calmed down, and the entire studio was silent, even breathing and heartbeat disappeared.
The whole place fell into ruin before the singing even started.
A spotlight fell on Anson, quietly and brilliantly, outlining the outline of his face bit by bit. His long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow, and his eyes were quietly hidden in it.
Ding.
Anson gently plucked the strings, and all the other instruments looked at Anson quietly——
Just like their agreement before the performance started.
There is only a guitar, just a guitar. The clear and translucent string sound removes all impurities and complexity, returning to nature and restoring the simplest and most essential appearance of music. The eyes of the whole world fall on Anson.
He hummed softly.
"Let me go."
The breeze comes, carrying the water vapor of the stream, the dryness of the sun and the fragrance of the grass, so I embark on the journey, running towards everything of unknown.
"I don't want to be your hero, I don't want to be a big shot, I just want to live a serious life like an ordinary person." (Note 1)
Light and casual humming, no special skills , is just a guitar and a voice, and it seems that you can still catch the gently raised corners of the mouth from the singing. It is the indifference and calmness after going through many vicissitudes and washing away the glory. The bright voice quietly hides the fragmented sadness.
Fingertips fly above the guitar strings.
Anson hopes that the New York boy can watch this program. He hopes that the boy can hear this song, and then bravely turn around and leave, take steps, chase an unknown, and don’t let the past The pain and darkness bind your hands and feet, don't slowly suffocate in your life day after day.
He doesn't need a hero or become a hero, he can still save himself.
He can still have an ordinary life.
Run, Jack.
Lifting his eyes, Anson looked at the camera and smiled. His eyes were slightly warm, but he still bravely looked directly at the camera and hummed softly.
"I don't want to be a part of the show off at your masquerade. Everyone should have the opportunity to grow alone."
Run, Anson.
he said.
Note 1: Hero (Hero——Family-of-the-year)
(End of this chapter)