Chapter 520 520 Official Debut

Neil looked at Pedro who was pacing nervously back and forth in front of his eyes, and occasionally turned his eyes to look at the surging crowd outside the window, "Pepe, are you worried that there are too few or too many spectators outside?"

The band arrived early on Amoeba Records, not a big-name band with a huge fan base, and naturally arrived ahead of time to prepare. Although more than 10,000 spectators gathered at the last stop of the previous tour at the Hollywood Bowl, it was a special occasion. Samora and other loyal fans called for the organization of the event. In fact, in normal times, the live performance of Glory to the Dead was performed at most once. There were only more than 300 people gathered, so they did not make any presets for the liveliness of the first day of the album's release.

To be honest, the fact that the band chose Berkeley, a city that has grown up around the university, as the first stop to promote their new album release is already a maverick in itself. Compared with big cities such as San Francisco and Los Angeles, Berkeley's attention has obviously dropped by more than one grade.

But unexpectedly, when the band arrived at the record store, fans were already waiting at the door. It's only 20 minutes later, and the crowd outside has completely blocked the door of the record store. It is estimated that there will be classes in the school today. People are going to take a detour.

Pedro gave Neil a gloomy look, opened his mouth to express his nervousness, but couldn't say anything. Of course, he is not worried about the size of the audience, but is worried about the next performance. Although he has experienced so many performances before, he is inevitably filled with excitement and nervousness before each performance. Today, this emotion is special. obvious. Faced with the fact that the first album is about to be released, it is inevitable that there will be fluctuations in the mentality.

Neil looked at Pedro's depressed eyes, laughed lowly, Nuzui gestured to Hugo, who was discussing with the clerk next to him, "You should look at Hugo, that guy is like entering heaven. generally."

Not only Pedro, but Alfonso and Fujin next to him also looked up at Hugo, only to see Hugo excitedly holding a vinyl record, discussing enthusiastically with the clerk, and then tightly. He held the vinyl record in his arms as if he had found a treasure.

Fu Jin muttered beside him, "I think he is eager to move the whole store home."

"He has the financial resources now, so he can buy this store." Henry stood impatiently with his shoulders slumped, seeing that there was no place to lean on or sit comfortably around him.

Fu Jin pouted, "He just wants to bring all these records home, and the record is the key." As a teammate and neighbor, Hugo's love and dedication to vinyl records, Fu Jin can't understand better, he once When I entered Hugo's room, I saw that the entire simple bookshelf was filled with vinyl records and classical literature books, which looked magnificent. Many of them were found in various places by Hugo when the band was on tour.

At this time, not only Pedro, but Alfonso's expression also seemed a little nervous, and his smile became a little stiff; Fukuin didn't change much, but his constantly wandering eyes also showed that he was a little absent-minded; Neil also did the same , he is forcing himself to divert his attention and use his words abnormally to calm his inner emotions. If it was normal, standing in such a treasure trove, he and Fu Jin must have started rummaging for the album they wanted to collect. , but now both of them have no such mind.

Even Henry was like this. On the surface, Henry seemed impatient because he had no place to sit, but in fact his tense shoulders and stiff muscles betrayed his mixed emotions.

In any case, today is the day of the release of the first album of Glory to the Dead. Whether it is the success of the previous tour or the recognition of underground rock music, it is still up to the market to decide. Simply put, it's album sales. If album sales don't meet EMI's expectations, the band's future is uncertain. Maybe there will be a next album, but everything is even more unpredictable; maybe there will be no next album at all. .

Many bands are dismissive of business, believing that "pleasing" the market is an insult to music. But the fact is that music does not need to please the market, but it must be recognized by the market. Even if it is only a narrow market of 10,000 people, it must be recognized by a specific group, and music can survive. Otherwise, a kind of music that no audience is willing to appreciate at all, can't even sell 10,000 sales, what is the future of it?

Therefore, whether it is a band member or Henry Bloom, the inner anticipation, nervousness, and hesitation all surged up in an instant. Will those fans who like the music of glory to death be willing to pay for the album? Or are they just joining in the fun? What kind of evaluation will their music receive? Will professional music critics abandon it, and will professional fans applaud it? All this is uncertain, and the beats of the heartbeat are involuntarily disordered.

Only Hugo, after entering the record store, Hugo fell into a kind of ecstasy and excitedly stepped into this sea of ​​music. At first, he greeted his teammates to discuss together, and then he simply abandoned them, from time to time. I cheered because I found my favorite vinyl record.

In fact, Hugo is also uneasy in his heart. After all, this is an important turning point in his pursuit of rock and roll for eleven years. When a hobby has become a job, when an inspiration has become an album, and when a hobby has become a career, everything was originally just his own music. The things in it must now be tested by the market and by professionals. Even if they will not change themselves because of market demand, nor will they shrink back due to criticism from professionals, the anxiety is still indescribable.

But Hugo is no longer the same as when he just crossed. At that time, Hugo was like a fox walking on the ice. He had to move carefully, always worrying about whether the ice under his feet would suddenly crack. open, and then fall into the infinite cold darkness; now Hugo has enough experience and enough courage, he is nervous, he is nervous, he is even afraid, but he can face it all calmly.

What's more, these vinyl records are precious enough for Hugo to offset all negative emotions. Hugo is now holding in his hand is John - Waite (John. Waite) released in 1984 the classic vinyl record "Missing You (Missing. You)".

John was the lead singer of the famous hard rock band The. Babys in the 1970s and Bad. English, a short-lived band in the late 1980s, although neither band survived very long, but They have appeared in many classic songs, and John Waite, as the lead singer of these two bands, has no doubts about his strength.

This "Missing You" is a classic British rock song. It has a warm melody with a touch of sadness, which is unforgettable. It is also one of John's most famous songs as a solo singer.

Hugo rubbed the cover of the vinyl record with his palm, and his eyes were full of love and nostalgia. Although digital music in the 21st century is very convenient, the preservation of music quality is far less than that of tapes, let alone black. It's a vinyl record, this is the most authentic music. Hugo used to dream that he could have a special study, or studio, with a whole bookcase full of books and countless vinyl records. At leisure, playing a vinyl record on a gramophone, holding a book, and spending an afternoon with a cup of coffee is simply paradise.

"Hugo, there is a person there who said he is your assistant, but he doesn't have a job card, can you confirm that?" The voice of the staff next to him interrupted Hugo's obsessed eyes.

"Assistant?" Hugo raised his head suspiciously, and then saw Samora standing at the door of the record store, waving at him with an excited and anxious expression on his face. Extraordinarily conspicuous. This made Hugo very surprised. He thought that Samora would not be able to start work until this weekend. Why did Samora show up on Thursday today, "Oh, yes, he is my assistant, but..."

Hugo still held the vinyl record in his hand and didn't want to let go, and walked directly towards the door, "Hey, Samora, why did you show up?"

After the staff at the door got a signal, they put Samora in. Samora turned around and explained a few words to Eli, Liam, Andy and other familiar faces, and then ran in happily, "I discussed it with my family, and I will come to work early today. I don't want to miss it. This historic moment."

Pedro, Neil and others also came over and greeted Samora affectionately, Hugo gave Samora a big hug, "That's the best, I think Henry will be very happy ." Hugo looked back at Henry, and greeted Henry's slightly puzzled eyes, Hugo quickly explained, "This is my assistant Samora Caswell, who will take over from today. However, the band's affairs are also You can tell him everything, I think you will be a lot more relaxed in the next period of time. Samora, this is my music manager, Henry Bloom, there will be many things in the future to follow his orders, and then feedback to me of."

Henry showed a satisfied smile. He has always been critical of Hugo's lack of an assistant, which was very troublesome for his work, and now it has finally been resolved, "Just in time, you can go out and communicate with the sound engineer and the others. Come on, are you ready? Then tell the fans in the audience that the show will start in five minutes."

Just after the introduction, Henry started to call. But Samora didn't mind at all. He was eager to get into work earlier, "Five minutes? That's great!" Samora walked out of the record store only two minutes later, excitedly.

Then Henry turned around and looked at the excited and nervous band members, "Don't worry, the stage is your own world, you can handle it." He comforted the members in such a lazy and simple way, not like It was a spiritual shout, but the effect was very obvious. Then Henry pointed to the vinyl record in Hugo's arms, "Leave it to me, I'll give it to your assistant in a while."

Hugo smiled and handed the vinyl record to Henry, then formed a circle with the band members. Everyone overlapped their hands and shouted in unison, "Performance time! Glory to death!"