Chapter 168 168 Rock Party

Looking at the group of young people in front of him, Hugo remembered the scene when Glory was working hard to the death. They need to go to different cities to perform cave performances. Since they have no means of transportation, they have taken the green leather train and walked with a car of poultry. The truck container box is already a very good choice. They have also walked on foot for fifteen years. Kilometers of mountain roads, of course, random hitchhiking on highways is also a common thing.

The five mates in their band, in addition to their own instruments, often need to take the drum kit apart, and the other four help each other out so they can hit the road together. Then everyone laughed and joked with each other on the road, carrying heavy musical instruments on their backs as if they were ascetic and walking north and south of the river, laughing and laughing all the way.

In fact, life at that time was very hard. Although it was not enough to take care of the last meal, but the meager income made them always struggle on the line of basic living needs. This can be said to be the status quo of underground rock. It can be said that the gap between dream and reality. But they enjoyed these days very much. Even if they quarreled, fought or were depressed, they never gave up hope.

To put it a bit harsher, they are living with a passion, and then waiting for an unknown future, maybe they give up their dreams and return to reality, or maybe their dreams come true and become famous overnight, no one knows what the ending will be. It was during this process that Hugo understood that not all dreams can come true, not all struggles can bear fruit, and not all geniuses can succeed. But even so, they still relied on such a passion to let Glory go through a decade, from fifteen to twenty-five years old, the most brilliant decade.

Someone once questioned Hugo like this, "Is it worth it?" In fact, the parents of every band member said the same thing, because this is an incomprehensible thing for most people, and chasing a dream is not enough. It's hard to understand, but after ten years of perseverance and still getting nothing but not giving up, this is stubbornness.

Hugo remembered that the lead singer Su Zinan replied, "It's not worth it, and I regret it now. But I know, I haven't experienced it, I'll never know this, so if I go back ten years ago, I would They will still make the same choice, and then stand in the position ten years later, and regret it again." If they follow the secular arrangement and live step by step, they may be able to build their own career in these ten years, and even live A good life, but such a life does not necessarily mean happiness.

Youth only comes once, if you miss it, it will be gone. Even at the age of twenty-five, Hugo would still make the same choice when he was twenty-five years old, because this is youth, impulsive, regretful, wanton, regretful, and unruly.

Now standing on the streets of Los Angeles, looking at the cheerful joy on the faces of these young people, Hugo's smile couldn't help but bloom. He misses such moments, which is different from an actor who is standing in front of the camera and playing another unfamiliar role, experiencing a life that he may never touch; but the singer is himself, completely his own reality In life, every melody, every line of lyrics, every note, is an emotional release from the bottom of my heart. This is the most authentic self without any discount.

Therefore, Hugo missed such a moment, and stood on the street excitedly and anxiously with his friends, waiting for the passing truck to be able to take a ride, or looking forward to the performance that was about to start in the evening, on the one hand, worried about whether the performance could be successfully completed. On the one hand, he is looking forward to his music being appreciated by more people. This kind of mixed taste makes people so nostalgic.

"Hey, guys, is there a party at night?" Hugo raised his voice and asked. His voice was blown over by the sea breeze and the sun, attracting the attention of the group of young people in front of him.

The young people looked back, whispered a few words, and then began to laugh lowly, one of them raised his chin and said, "Brother, we don't dance ballet." After that, all the friends around The hall burst into laughter.

Hugo looked down at his outfit. Today, he was wearing a white shirt, black jeans and a pair of black high-top Vance skate shoes. In fact, this kind of outfit is quite street. If you change to a loose T-shirt, Then there is no problem. The point is that Hugo chose a relatively formal white shirt today, and his coat was also a long trench coat. It was indeed more like a high-end person entering a concert hall to enjoy an opera or ballet—just a little younger. Dressing like this has nothing to do with underground music.

Hugo couldn't help laughing too, because he remembered that Glory to the Dead bandmates laughed at others the same way. It's not that they are too aggressive, but that the underground music circle has not been accepted by the mainstream, even excluded and discriminated against, which makes them must unite, otherwise they may be drowned in the torrent of the city's hustle and bustle at any time.

So Hugo didn't fight back, but answered loudly, "Are you talking about this?" After that, Hugo stood on tiptoe, awkwardly learned ballet poses, and made a standing turn.

Of course, Hugo is not professional at all. He has nothing to do with ballet, so he looks very clumsy and his movements are ridiculous. So, of course, all the young people burst into laughter. The youthful laughter was mixed with the whistling sound of the engine, like clear and transparent waves hitting the asphalt road, blooming one by one. .

After two turns, Hugo spread his hands and shrugged, "If that's the case, I think I should reconsider my plans for tonight."

The group of young people were softened by Hugo's humorous counterattack, and the young man who spoke first took two steps forward, "So, a leisure time? Born in Wall Street, playing garage music?" The young man is slender. Toned, like an agile leopard, his wheat-colored skin glowed faintly in the sun, and he carried a huge black bag on his shoulders, the shape of which could be inferred from the shape of a guitar or a bass. The young man looked at Hugo through his flowing sea of ​​black curly hair, with some seemingly non-existent provocation.

"Wall Street? If it's true, that would be great." Hugo raised his right foot and showed his sneakers to the young people in front of him. Business people on Wall Street would not choose such a pair of sneakers. It's not so easy to make a career on Wall Street at such a young age. So Hugo responded with the most direct irony. "Don't you know that the Beatles played rock too?"

Young people have been ridiculing Hugo for wearing a shirt, like a businessman, but in fact, many Britpop bands wear shirts and ties, and the Beatles are one of them. So Hugo hit back, and he went on to say, "Just because I'm not dressed like Kurt Cobain doesn't mean I don't know anything, does it?"

The young man was attacked twice in a row by the opponent, and he was also counterattacked by the opponent once. He looked like an insider. The young man was a little unsure, and looked up and down again. man. Hugo noticed the young man's undisguised gaze, spread his arms, and said calmly, "I hope tonight's party is best worth it."

A joke was blown into the ears of the group of young people behind, and there was another burst of laughter, and someone shouted, "Pepe, tell him. He's not a spy."

Hugo lifted his windbreaker with a smile, "Look, I didn't bring out my police badge and gun."

The young man named Pepe in front of him finally couldn't hold back, and his smile bloomed directly. The smile from the bright sunshine on the beach of the coastline was dyed from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes. The young man lowered his head and took out a flyer from his pocket, hesitated, and handed it to Hugo. He said casually, "Old guy, I hope there will be no raids at night." Then he turned and left neatly.

In the end, the young man was actually making fun of the "police" joke just now, but Hugo knew that many underground rock parties were relatively private, and there were often many minors at such parties, plus alcohol ,poison. Product confusion, so the police. The inspector is very fond of surprise inspections—provided, of course, that he gets a tip. So it is understandable that they would be so careful.

Seeing the young people gather again, chatting with each other with laughter, Hugo waved the flyer in his hand, said "thank you" aloud, and then took the flyer in front of him and looked at it. This flyer is actually very simple, it is a black and white print, with the words "AL. Bar, December 23, 1992, 8 pm" in the center, and then surrounded by this line of fonts, surrounded by dense The names of many singers or bands are written on the ground.

Taking a quick look, Hugo saw several familiar names, The. Cranberries, Green. Day, Rancid... These are all familiar bands in the future. name; in addition, there are some familiar local Los Angeles band names like At. The. Drive-In. It can be seen that this is a carnival, and the scale is not small.

In fact, in the city of Los Angeles, music flows slowly in the pulse of the city, but Hugo has never had the opportunity to contact before this, because this circle is relatively closed, and people without access are destined to be outside. Not to mention getting into it.

Unexpectedly, Hugo unexpectedly got such a rare opportunity today, which made Hugo quite excited, not to mention how exciting it is to see those familiar bands, just to reintegrate into the local rock circle. One thing, enough to make Hugo jump.