Chapter 1634 1634 Alien Dreams

"I need a little more to dream and a little to live; I need a little more light in that darkness. You'll never see the tears in my heart, so go to hell! You can cry until you're full of tears and let me go. You It's who you love, not the way others love to see you (You. Are. What. You. love, Not. Who. Loves. You), in a world surrounded by 'yes' cries Inside, I heard a roar: No, no!"

In Hugo's mind, a slow, steady but passionate drum rhythm resounded. The surging emotions were like huge waves hitting the rocks on the coast. The rhythm was not fast. , under the blue sea and blue sky, waves of sound oscillated, causing the whole world to start to shake gently.

This is a complicated world full of countless disputes. People always reject heterogeneity because the unknown represented by heterogeneity often makes people panic. Tribunal condemned as "heretic" and burned to death in Rome's Campo de' Fiori.

This is the case with every new thing that comes along.

When rock and roll first appeared in the late 1940s, it was considered a product of moral decay; in the mid-1970s, when punk first appeared, it was considered the beginning of the destruction of rock; in the late 1980s, when the Internet appeared, it was considered the greatest Threats; when grunge appeared in the early 1990s, it was considered to be garbage music without a problem...and more, once women were considered to be invisible accessories, once black people were low-level creatures without human rights, once caught a cold It is a disaster that can take lives, once homosexuality was a heresy that needs to be sentenced to death, once flying was a dream that was considered impossible to achieve, and once landing on the moon was considered a ridiculous wishful thinking...

This is a social necessity. Too many people are comfortable with life, too many people dare not dream, any dream that is a little bit bigger seems to be regarded as the product of destroying life, and will make their "peaceful life" fragmented, and everyone is willing to be ordinary , trying to hide themselves from the general public of society, lest any little heresy would make them the second Giordano Bruno.

But if everyone does this, society will not progress; if no one dares to take the first step, the dream will not come true. How big the dream is, how far the future is. Once upon a time, outer space was considered an impossible dream, but now it is within reach; now, people think that beyond the Milky Way is too illusory, but who knows, the future One day, will that become something as simple and ordinary as going out for shopping?

We need to dream a little more and live a little less; we need a little more light in this boundless darkness to guide ourselves forward. We cannot restrict our dreams, smooth our individuality, and restrain our edge just because of the ordinary and ordinary society. This is a road full of thorns, and no one can deny this. It may be very simple and casual in the eyes of others. It seems that "personality" represents wanton and free will, but the fact is exactly the opposite.

It is precisely because this society excludes heterogeneity that individuality becomes the representative of heterogeneity, and people will concentrate all their strengths to exclude heterogeneity. This makes every footprint of the aliens extremely difficult, just like the gender of the workplace after more than half a century of fighting for "equality between men and women". Discrimination still cannot be completely resolved; after black people fought for their rights, decades later, the "Ferguson Incident" that shocked the world still occurred in 2014.

The aliens need to put in more effort and struggle on the boundless road ahead. What is even more terrifying is that they embrace their dreams, but they have no idea what the end of their dreams is, because they are the pioneers who open up the road, and they can only Fumbling forward by myself, bearing the rejection and pressure of the whole society, I took a step forward. But the funny thing is that no one can see the tears in the hearts of aliens, and no one wants to see them.

So, go to hell! Those so-called mainstreams can turn tears into oceans, but please grant me freedom.

"You are who you love, not the way others love to see you (You. Are. What. You. love, Not. Who. Loves. You)", you are the way you make love, keep doing it Don't change yourself because of other people's expectations, prejudice, discrimination and exclusion of you, because everyone is so different, and we become who we are precisely because we are special. Everyone is an independent individual, not a cookie-cutter Barbie doll. We have no responsibility or obligation to change ourselves according to other people's expectations.

So... in a world full of "yes, yes, yes", that "no" filled with all this anger rose to the ground!

Hugo once thought that his small dream was impossible to achieve - he wanted to plant the seeds of rock and roll faith again, and water the shoots to make them thrive. This is an unfulfilled dream, because the historical trajectory that Hugo knows clearly proves it, but Hugo made his choice without hesitation, even knowing that he would be bleeding and bruised, even knowing that he would work hard The result is still empty, even knowing that the end of the dream is an abyss... but Hugo still took a firm step.

But now, all this is no longer an ethereal fantasy. Because the great success of "Young. Volcanoes" told Hugo: the seeds of rock and roll faith have been successfully buried in the soil, although this is only the most insignificant first step, although the next is extremely long. The road to go, although this is a contest with the entire historical process and the entire society, but... he has already succeeded in the first step!

This small success made Hugo excited, and the unparalleled joy even surpassed the victory of the Battle of the Century, the achievements of "Young Volcano", and the glory created by "Independence Day". Because this makes Hugo firmly believe that his dream is not an invisible and intangible fantasy, and his life is shining infinitely in his own way. Maybe this is a road full of thorns, but he will still go on unswervingly.

The melody created at London's Heathrow Airport is stirring in Hugo's mind again today, stirring up the turbulent slow but enthusiastic surging, but Hugo still can't describe the whole music completely. , The huge dream and persistence in my heart vaguely appeared in my mind, but I didn't find a clear appearance.

What should this song be called? "Rock of Faith"? This theme is too vast, and Hugo is not confident to express it completely, but the core idea of ​​this song is indeed, so... maybe he can name it temporarily, and then wait for the whole song to be completed, and then Rethink a name.

This is indeed a good idea.

"Hugo, Hugo..."

The passionate drum beat and the excited guitar were still colliding in the blood, and the hot sparks made Hugo immersed in the world of music, which he recalled for a long time. Suddenly, Hugo felt someone slapping his arm, which made his eyes that had blurred focus and focus blinked, and then re-adjusted the focus. Only then did he see Joseph's helpless expression, and lazily leaning on him. Henry Bloom, who was about to fall asleep on the sofa.

"Oh, sorry, I lost my mind." Hugo blinked, let out a long breath, looked at Henry and Joseph, was about to speak, but hesitated for a moment, but he forgot what they were talking about, and then turned towards Henry and Joseph. Henry said "sorry", trotted all the way to the house, found a pen, looked around, but didn't see any paper, and finally just put it on the calendar on the wall and started to quickly record the inspiration just now. down.

Seeing this scene, Joseph and Henry exchanged glances, and then they all showed "you know I know" smiles.

After Hugo recorded everything, he trotted back again, "Sorry, where did we just say?" Samora next to him burst into laughter, but he stood up immediately. , ran to the calendar, carefully watching Hugo's creation just now.

As Hugo's assistant, what Samora enjoys most is that there are delicious food everywhere, and secondly, that she can witness the birth of countless outstanding music from Glory to Death up close. When Samora saw the lyrics, "You are who you love, not the way others love to see you", she was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the conversation between Hugo and Henry also resumed. Henry didn't mind Hugo's fragmentation at all. After adjusting to a more comfortable sitting position, he said casually, "We just... um, we were discussing. The touring company question, have you read the proposals given to you by the two touring companies?"

"Yes, the tour company!" Hugo also suddenly realized and nodded. Today Henry made a special trip here to ask Hugo's opinion about the tour company.

Glory to Death is about to start their second tour, and also their first tour worldwide. After the news was announced, there was a lot of discussion. Everyone knew it was going to be a grand show. And the craze of the Battle of the Century has made people realize that maybe this will be a tour that will change history: how high can the resurgence of rock and roll be? Maybe this tour will give some clues.

Therefore, while the market was boiling, the major touring companies also began to boil. Each company contacted EMI Records and Henry at the first time, hoping to win the tour contract of the glory to death. This tour is very likely to be a plan with a profit of over 100 million, so tempting. People's Xiangmo, no one wants to miss it.

Now, it's time for Hugo to make a decision.