Chapter 552 The Nameless Fatty
Lily was puzzled and called out, "Anson..."
The reason why their music is difficult to produce is because they have been trying to try new things. In the past They have never been favored by record companies. In the final analysis, they have not found a balance point. This shows the difficulty of production. It is the same now when they enter the album production stage. They have to cross the river by feeling the stones.
Perhaps, the only one who can be believed is Anson. After all, everything originated from Anson, and the band, album, etc. evolved into reality.
Naturally, Anson is the soul of the band, and only Anson can give the answer to the dispute between Miles and Dustin.
But now Anson was leaving such a discussion to a random stranger?
It’s not that they’re worried about leaking secrets or anything, the main thing is that they don’t think a fat guy can say anything good.
Is this really good?
The little fat man hesitated for a moment——
Should he speak?
Or should I politely express that I know nothing and then quietly become invisible?
For a moment of hesitation, the little fat man saw the encouragement and expectation in Ansen's eyes. He was a little surprised, but before he could distinguish it, an impulse emerged from his cocoon.
Like a butterfly.
“Why not try to use the cello as the main instrument?”
Subconsciously, Miles looked at Anson. Obviously, the little fat man had exactly the same idea as Anson, but Miles still looked at it. Xiang Fatty continued.
"However, this will completely change the style of the song. It will not be rock or pop by then. To be honest, I don't know what genre it will be."
The little fat man scratched his head, having just summoned up the courage. Feeling discouraged again——
In Timbaland's producer studio, he is not only an assistant, but also has been learning the knowledge of arranger, lyricist and producer.
But the point is, almost two years have passed and he is still a small assistant. In the process of assisting Timbaland's producer, his opinions are not always heard. This made him suspicious.
Perhaps, he is not as gifted and talented as he thought.
It's the same thing in front of me.
He is an outsider and a stranger. It would be offensive to point fingers here. When he encounters a little doubt, his heart becomes more and more shaken.
So, should he continue?
Subconsciously, he still responded.
“I, I don’t know either.”
"I just thought about using strings as the main melody to increase the quality of the rhythm. I could even use the piano playing as the beat of the drum set to run through it. While ensuring the simplicity of the arrangement, I would also use the characteristics of the instrument to achieve resonance, and finally create a more beautiful song. Dramatic auditory effect. ”
“Of course, keep the chords simple to avoid destroying the emotional conveyance of the song itself.”
This is indeed a new idea——
But as the little fat man spoke, he became less and less confident and emboldened. As he spoke, he observed the expressions of everyone in the recording studio, fearing that if he accidentally said the wrong thing, he would be kicked out on the spot.
What about his latte?
Miles and Dustin exchanged glances. Countless thoughts were colliding in their minds, and they didn't know how to express them for a moment.
Finally, Miles looked at Anson.
Anson shrugged lightly, "I think so, why should I put shackles on myself? Rock? Pop? Folk? Or something else?"
"From the beginning, Our band's style is to try to break the framework, but in the end we put the shackles on ourselves, so why bother?"
"I mean, others are always trying to define us and simply label us. label, when we break the mold, we become a 'break the mold' band, so much so that we have to break the mold every time, but why?”
"Our music is a genre. Whether we break the routine or follow the routine, we should insist on completing our creativity according to our own ideas and not be blocked by any shackles."
"We have some ideas and creativity. , then try it boldly, this is the reason why we met, and it is also the reason why we are standing here."
"What do you think?" There was some silence in the recording studio, and everyone looked at each other.
Dustin murmured carefully: Don’t be trapped in the routine of “dare to break the routine”.
Thoughts, surging.
When I looked up at Anson again, I had a better understanding of this young man, and a long-lost excitement and excitement surged and burned in my chest.
"Then let's try it." Dustin said.
Anson agreed.
Then, Anson looked at the little fat man, "Are you in a hurry?"
The little fat man was a little confused, unable to keep up with the rhythm at all, and shook his head in confusion.
Anson smiled and said, "If you don't mind, we can try it together. Have you ever produced an album?"
The little fat man nodded again and again, and then shook his head again and again, "I have participated in it. Some, but all in an assistant way, Jennifer Lopez, Beyoncé, etc., I know how the studio work works."
Slightly nervous, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube. Revealing all their old secrets——
However, Miles and others all showed surprise, because the names that the little fat man mentioned casually were not unknown people.
Sure enough, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the City of Sound.
"Wood. Anson Wood."
The little fat man looked at Anson's generous right hand, blinked his eyes, and was stunned for a full second before he realized what he was doing, and stood up quickly——
When he was about to shake hands, he took back his right hand and wiped the sweat on his pants. Then he took Anson's right hand with both hands and greeted him solemnly.
“Ryan-Tedder.”
In 2000, Ryan Tedder won the national television songwriting competition, which strengthened Ryan's belief in pursuing music. At the age of 21, he dropped out of college, joined a record company, and began preparing an album.
While recording the album, he studied under Timbaland to become a producer.
In the future, everything is bright.
Until the day we hit a wall.
The record company declared bankruptcy.
This is the entertainment industry. Companies are established every day, and more companies close down every day. Countless dreams and lives are forever buried in the dark ruins.
The album that Ryan spent two and a half years producing and recording was stillborn and never saw the light of day.
In the past two and a half years, I have had no extra income, relying entirely on Ryan to write lyrics and music for others, and working as a producer assistant for Timbaland, barely making ends meet, and I have been stumbled along the way until now.
I can’t see tomorrow or the future, I’m just holding on reluctantly.
"Two and a half years" is easy and simple to say, but only by experiencing it every day and night can you realize what kind of pain it is; but in a blink of an eye, two and a half years of Just say no if you try hard.
Overnight, I hit rock bottom.
Everyone says that opportunities are everywhere in Hollywood, the key is whether you can seize them.
Until today, Ryan has never believed:
Looking at Anson with a smile in front of him, Ryan still has no sense of reality. His steps are deeper and shallower, as if he is standing in the clouds. It is difficult to distinguish between the two. Is it a dream or reality, but I didn’t have time to sort out my thoughts, so I followed Anson’s footsteps and opened another door to a whole new world.
(End of this chapter)