Chapter 1015 1015 Poetic Ballads

Just a crude guitar, without any other decoration and accompaniment, Hugo just gently outlines the strings, bringing the music back to the beginning. At that time, music was not art, it was just a medium for folk people to express their emotions. They didn’t pursue the tediousness of melodies, nor did they think about the profoundness of lyrics. The trembling of the soul.

Maybe, the music at that time was so simple and rough, but that was the beginning of music: simple, but moving.

"If I had wings like Nora's dove, I'd fly over the river to my lover's arms, and cherish goodbye, my love, cherish goodbye. I have a tall man who moves like a cannon, Treasure goodbye, my love, treasure goodbye."

Hugo lowered his head slightly, looked at the strings in his hands earnestly, and sketched gently. The vibration of the guitar strings stirred up pieces of dust, fluttering gently in the cream-yellow light, and the invisible notes had wings. , wandering around in the halo, but dancing on the heartstrings of every listener, ripples in circles.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Hugo's clear voice with a little hoarse voice was like clear spring water, galloping happily in the sun, caressing the rounded pebbles, passing through the budding green, passing through the dense The fog that echoed the birds and insects... made all the noise and noise around him settle down, as if the whole world was only vibrating with that simple guitar string.

"I vaguely remember that night, when the torrential rain poured down, my heart was torn to shreds by pain, cherish goodbye, my love, cherish goodbye. The turbid river is surging, the flamboyant wind is raging, and you abandoned me. Unborn child, cherish goodbye, my beloved, cherish goodbye. Just like birds are destined to soar in the sky, life without a loved one has no meaning, cherish goodbye, my beloved, cherish goodbye."

Everyone in the death canyon looked at Hugo quietly. Hugo did not raise his head to communicate and communicate with them, but the clear and smooth singing made them feel closer than ever before, and the melodious and moving guitar in their hearts The strings trembled slightly, and the whisky in his hand reflected a charming halo in the dim light. Even though the alcohol still stayed in the glass, the intoxication on the tip of the tongue had gradually quieted the brain. Alcohol is not intoxicating and people are self-intoxicating, which is probably the case.

Hugo didn't deliberately provocative, just sang in a low voice, but that mellow voice exuded a fatal charm. The lyrics are so simple, so straightforward, yet so poetic and so beautiful, that the dry eyes inexplicably begin to warm, and the melancholy, sadness, nostalgia and regret hidden in the lyrics are just in the guitar strings. poured down in it.

In the small space of Death Canyon, only Hugo's voice and guitar strings echoed. All the more than 30 guests stopped their movements, including the bartender. On the stage, I focused on Hugo, who was one person, one guitar, one world. At this moment, this space is a life.

Folk songs, rich in national colors, are called folk songs. Folk songs have a long history, so their authors are mostly unknown, and the content of folk songs is rich, ranging from religion, love, war, work, drinking, dancing, memorial services, etc., with catchy tones, unique emotional style and Simple and sincere emotions have become the reason for the spread of folk songs.

The song "Fare. Thee. Well" that Hugo is playing now is not his creation, but a famous ballad in American history, whose origins can be traced back to 1904, when a famous The ballad singer named John Lomax performed the track for the first time.

John Roe Marx is known as the founder of American folk music.

As a country that has only existed for more than two hundred years, the lack of American history and culture has been criticized by people. In the first hundred years or so, American pop music can be said to be a complete copy of Europe. But at the beginning of the twentieth century, a group of American scholars realized that they had immigrated from Europe to the North American continent for a long time, and they had developed their own culture, including folk music. As a result, these scholars began to collect folk songs in the southern mountainous areas where American farmers gathered. John - Luo Marx is the representative of this group of scholars.

According to John, the song, "Goodbye," is a ditty hummed by an African-American woman doing laundry when her life is about to fall apart and everything is on the line, but her man betrays her, letting her Her life fell apart completely. But the woman was not crushed, but hummed a brisk little tune and took the pace of life again.

After the "Goodbye" was sorted out by John, because the African-American woman was called Dink, the song was first circulated under the name of "Dink's. Song", but with time With the passage of time, John's son Alan - Lomax (Alan. Lomax) re-recorded, re-arranged, but accidentally made the song famous.

A generation of folk poet Bob Dylan also sang this song, and he also relied on this song as inspiration to create a song "Farewell", which is very important in his music career, so that the original song "Farewell (Farewell)" Fare. Thee. Well)" was widely circulated throughout the sixties.

The song "Treasure Goodbye" is about a woman's melancholy and sadness after losing her beloved, but the philosophy of life contained in the song has received responses from countless people. Surprisingly, most of the singers who later performed the song were not female singers, but male singers, especially during the heyday of folk music in the 1960s.

At the beginning, there were countless folk singers, and it was not easy to stand out from them. Many folk singers were looking for opportunities to realize their dreams in displacement, but more often they were submerged by life. The dream, after all, betrayed these singers. Therefore, the song "Treasure Goodbye" has been given a deeper meaning and has been widely circulated.

Hugo sang this song to flow through the clouds. The melody and singing are like transparent sunlight, lightly sketching the shape of a dream and depicting the appearance of life, making the listeners burst into tears involuntarily.

Dan-Dern listened to the clear string sound, his heartbeat slowed down like this, and before he realized it, tears filled his eyes. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Hugo's singing had nothing to do with it. It is decorated without any bells and whistles, but such an unpretentious singing voice contains the most sincere emotions and awakens the softest part of the heart.

Perhaps, this is the real music, the kind of music that cannot be understood without experience, vicissitudes and precipitation.

Dan glanced at his teammates, Brown, Jonathan and the others bowed their heads in shame, which made Dan a little disappointed. Although it is said that if Brown loses control in anger, it will make the situation terrible, even out of control; but relatively speaking, they don't even have the courage to face Hugo, which is even more for a rock band. fatal blow. Perhaps, this is also doomed that the new day will not reach the height of glory to death.

Dan turned his attention to the stage again, looking at Hugo who was casual and calm. Hugo seemed to have an eye-catching charm. Even without any spotlight embellishment, it still made people unable to take their eyes off. Dan turned his head to look at Fu Jin, who was sitting in the corner, and at this moment, he was suddenly envious.

After Hugo sang the song "Goodbye to Treasure", he sat on the spot holding the guitar and sang in a low voice, "Goodbye to Treasure, my love, Goodbye to Treasure." Then he closed his mouth, leaving only the air in the air. His voice kept echoing.

It seemed that after a long time, applause suddenly broke out at the scene, breaking the silence. Looking back, Dan actually started to applaud. Brown, Jonathan, and Blake sitting next to Dan panicked, and Clay also joined Dan's group. The ranks, applaud together.

In an instant, everyone in the bar turned their attention, and Fujin and the others were no exception. Then, Fokin saw Brown.

Brown is an alcoholic, and this has not changed so far. At the beginning, Brown joined Jonathan and Blake to kick Fokin out, and another player, Aaron Day, also voluntarily quit the team under pressure. Fukukin didn't expect that his reunion with Brown would be such an occasion.

Brown noticed Fu Jin's sight, and his first reaction was to stare back, but he only had time to look at Fu Jin, then cowardly withdrew his gaze and lay directly on the table, trying to cover up his actions . Jonathan and Blake became flustered when they saw Brown's actions, and quickly lowered their heads. They didn't forget Laradan and Clay, and asked them to lie down too, which made them both very helpless.

In fact, the guests just turned their heads and glanced, then turned back to the stage, and then everyone applauded. The applause of more than 30 people was not grand, and they did not try their best to applaud. Everyone kept clapping politely, but the real emotion in those eyes was the most beautiful. Let this The humble stage looks so wonderful.

Fukukin just glanced at Brown. He already knew that they would meet. After all, the rock circle is a place with a big palm. Even if it is not today, it will meet at a certain music festival or a certain tour in the future. In fact, Fu Jin once imagined that when he saw a new day again, could he let out a sigh of anger? Although he didn't care, although he had bid farewell to the past, the band he built by himself fell into the hands of others. Makes Fujin very uncomfortable.

However, when he really saw the new day, Fu Jin felt a little sighed in his heart. He hoped that the new day would rise strongly and confront the glory to the death. He wanted to have an upright confrontation, not to defeat the opponent, but to Seeing that the band you've built can also be successful. But now... Brown didn't even dare to look at himself, this fact did not make Fu Jin complacent, but made him a little regretful.

On a brand new day, the band built by Fujin seemed to be like the song Hugo sang just now, and it had completely become a yellowed memory in Fujin's mind. The past has become the past, and now Fu Jin is honored to die.

Treasure, goodbye. My dear love!