Chicago 1990

Chapter 271 April 29

"Nice job, Dion, put it in."

Dion Wilson re-arranged the remixed Remix version of Remember The Name, weakening the rock elements in the song, making the song more R&B and softer. After Song Ya listened to it, she felt that it was okay, not as good as the original version, but it was an attempt at another style.

"Your first album is all done, nine singles plus two extra versions of Beautiful Girls, Dion's Remember The Name Remix, and I Feel It Coming, Feel It Still, Want to Want Me, Trumpets The dance music remix version of four songs and the studio version of I Feel It Coming have a total of 17 songs. Among them, Beautiful Girls and Want to Want Me, which were completed in the deep sea studio, used DTS surround sound technology.”

Hayden handed over a document: "Sony Columbia Records has also finished the album cover, do you still have to wait? APLUS, it has been more than a year since your debut single I Feel It Coming."

The background of the album cover is the dilapidated blurred street scene in Chicago's south city, and then there is a silhouette of Song Ya alone, with the word APLUS in capital letters on it. Song Ya does not intend to make any gimmicks, and will release the first album of the same name like most singers.

"Can we talk about it after the Rodney King case is over?" Song Ya pointed to the white shirt on her body. Later, the four police officers who beat Rodney King will be sentenced in Los Angeles. Not surprisingly, Chicago will There was a protest, "Didn't I set a schedule? If I can't come up with a new song in mid-May, I will put in the two guava () songs I recorded to make up the number."

"Alright alright."

Hayden was very anxious, "You know, Kris Kross, a rap group composed of two thirteen- and fourteen-year-olds, is gaining momentum. Their Jump was the top single on the Billboard last week, and it will continue to be the No. 1 single next week without any surprises. You There’s no title for the youngest hip-hop talent right now. And they belong to Sony Columbia Records, which is closer than you are to Sony Columbia Records.”

"Um……"

Of course Song Ya knew about this, and the sudden rise of two half-grown black boys singing authentic old-style and popular rap made all the auras of talented teenagers on him fade a lot.

Their MV also brought about a trend of black clothing, including reverse jeans, waistbands that are about to slip down at any time, fat trousers, and tops that are a few sizes larger than their own body shape...

For example, my brother Tony is now wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt whose hem almost reaches his knees.

"Tony, people only have the effect of children wearing adult clothes. Why do you imitate them?" Song Ya complained.

"Don't you think this will make you look thinner?"

Tony pointed to the jeans underneath, the trousers were loose and heavy on his sneakers for several layers, "Muffler!" He called for Muffler, and the two dressed like brothers, "JUMP! JUMP!" They carried loose The waistband of the trousers is broken, and the Kris Kross group in the MV is singing and bouncing.

Song Ya rolled her eyes helplessly.

Taraji in a white shirt walks in, "Taraji, aren't we cool!?" Tony asked her.

"Not bad." Taraji responded, her expression was very serious, "The verdict came out. At 3:15 p.m., all four white police officers were acquitted."

"FXXK, those damn NAZI juries," Tony cursed.

"Whoa, great fun."

Song Ya stood up, "Let's meet up with the peace rights organization, mobile phone."

He rushed out with Taraji and others, "Hey, Cooper, what are you doing?" He called Eskub.

"Those white guys are all fucking gang! I'm going to give a speech right outside the recording room, it's a declaration of war! FXXK!" Eskub's side was a mess of voices and noise.

"Calm down." Song Ya hung up the phone, and before getting into the car, she took another opportunity to report the news to the BET staff. Previously, Escube, Dre, Sugnett, 2PAC and others put on a show. They brought together the three major black gang leaders (actually small roles) in Los Angeles It was announced that they would stop attacking each other, and the response was very good, and the audience's antipathy towards Dre was also reduced a lot. Song Ya also disclosed this matter to BET.

Calling Fergie, a group of people drove to the door of Pastor Allison's church. The protest team had begun to gather. The identity of the mayor's assistant Michelle was not suitable for this kind of activity, but her boyfriend came.

The police officers were on the verge of an enemy, and several police motorcycles that were about to clear the way stopped not far away.

"Although Rodney King was at fault, it is too much to say that all the police officers who beat people were not guilty. Do you want this?"

The organizer, Pastor Allison, hadn't sent a signal yet, and Michelle's boyfriend gave Song Ya a cigarette.

Song Ya, who had never smoked, took it casually.

"I don't know much about this, but I trust you, you are a professional." The two hid in the corner, the other took out a lighter, put their heads together and lit it, and began to puff.

"It's impossible to be completely innocent." Michelle's boyfriend said.

"I think so too." Song Ya echoed, Rodney King must have asked for the beating, but the beating police officer did use excessive violence.

The two waited until the protest team gathered. Song Ya held him in his left hand and Fergie in his right. He walked in the forefront with Pastor Allison and others. Taraji walked in the second row behind him. Old Mike, Tony and others Scatter around for protection.

Chicago is very calm, and the parade is sparse. After arriving at Grant Park at 6:30 in the afternoon, "the task is completed." Song Ya, who was photographed enough by the reporters, shook hands with the organizers one by one, "call again if necessary I."

"Thanks, good boy." Pastor Allison thanked happily.

Before getting in the car and leaving, Song Ya heard a burst of cheers from the crowd, "What's wrong?"

The old Mike turned on the radio, and the local Los Angeles radio station broadcast: "The Los Angeles police announced that the dispersal of the African-American demonstrators at the intersection of Florence and Normandy Street has temporarily failed..."

"Ho!" Taraji raised his hands in celebration.

"What's there to be happy about?"

Song Ya called Song Asheng, "Tell Chicago Chinatown to be careful and close early."

"It's already closed." Song Asheng rapped: "The reaction from Chicago is not as strong as expected."

"Wait until the news of the 'role models' from Los Angeles arrives."

Song Ya knows very well that it is a normal reaction for the vast majority of African Americans to immediately celebrate when they hear the news of the police's deflation, like Taraji.

Back at A+ Records, everyone gathers in front of the TV.

The interview helicopter of US national television filmed a group of black people dragging a white truck driver out of the vehicle at the intersection of Florence and Normandy. Some people beat the driver lying on the ground like animals. All the looted items were taken away, and the white driver was lying motionless on the ground after the crowd dispersed. Not long after, another driver was attacked by the same means. The helicopter circled for a long time, but the local police were not seen.

This shocking picture seemed to encourage the local blacks. Later, more and more blacks began to take to the streets. At 8:30, sporadic fires in the city could already be seen from the aerial view of the helicopter.

"All interviews are rejected."

Song Ya was a little irritable. After thinking about it, she called Escube again, "The direction of things seems to be going wrong, Cooper."

"Uh..." Escouber didn't seem to have expected it, "It's all the fault of those Mexicans, they mixed in the crowd to take advantage of the fire!"

Obviously black people are burning and looting on TV, "Then do you want to continue to participate?"

"Uh... um..." Eskub stammered, "I'll probably wait and see in the recording studio for a night."

"That's the best, keep in touch."

Song Ya hung up the phone.

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