Chapter 363 Lobbying Walt

"Ondon, ondon, ondon..."

"Dy, dy, dy..."

In the deep-sea recording studio, Fergie, who just got the song, couldn't wait to start recording. Song Ya stayed for another day. As the producer of this song, she still needed some guidance. She pressed the intercom, "OK, Fergie, put the two The words are sung simultaneously."

"At the same time?" Fergie still didn't get it right, "ondondy, ondondy, ondondy..."

"No, no, no." Song Ya stopped her, "Speak out at the same time, superimposing the sounds of the two words together, Lunding, Lunding, Lunding... like this."

"Lundin, Lundin, Lundin?"

"Yes, continue."

"Lunding, Lunding, Lunding..."

"Start over from the beginning of this paragraph."

"Hverndonnadon..."

Fergie took off her earphones in the middle of singing, "You were inspired by this song when we were in London, right?" she asked.

"Hmm." The lyrics were obviously influenced by the British nursery rhyme Fergie sang at the time, so Song Ya had no choice but to admit it.

"You bad guy, you've been hiding for so long!" Fergie gave this side a blank look.

"No way, the right to sample can't be negotiated." Song Ya could only say so.

She continued to record the song excitedly. With a little discernment, she knew that the quality of the song was very good. She continued to sing while twisting her body to the accompaniment.

"Add your milk sound at the end of the sentence." Song Ya instructed again.

"Don't you think my milk voice hasn't been eliminated?" Fergie asked.

"It's good to add some personal style. After all, you are the first white female rap singer. Be a little bit more flirtatious." Song Ya replied.

"It's all up to you." She obediently followed the instructions and changed her singing style.

Dion Wilson beside him took the opportunity to compliment, "You are such a genius us, this song is very suitable for Fergie, and it will definitely be a hit. Apart from the metaphors in that aspect, the lyrics themselves will not cause too much disgust. I praised her before Those few singles that were made were worth nothing in front of this song."

"Well, I'm going to New York for a few days, and you help me stare here."

Song Ya knows that the current black female rap singers, such as Latifah, have very pornographic and violent lyrics. Fergie's popular rap can be regarded as a clear stream among female rap singers, and the first white female singer is also very big. The gimmick, although it will definitely be displeased by the black community. He pressed the intercom again, "I'm going to New York for a few days, and then stay in Los Angeles until the end of the year. You can concentrate on recording songs."

"Okay honey." Fergie blew him a kiss.

Song Ya smiled at her and left the recording studio.

The contract was still signed, and Jin Songya mentioned 2 million when signing the contract, which will be paid when her rookie contract expires in 1993. There are also conditions such as matching various assistants, bodyguards and installation fees of the bist singer. Fergie also agreed The most controversial liquidated damages is sky-high price, which means that she will be bound to A+ Records until 1998. At the same time, Song Ya also disbanded the brokerage company under Aunt Susie's name to completely eliminate this hidden danger, and let Jimmy become her independent broker.

The negotiation process at Chuck's house was not pleasant, but Fergie didn't have the capital to fight with her current self. She didn't dare to really turn around and fly solo, and at the critical point when her first album was about to come out.

After signing the alliance under the city, she was very unhappy, but after Song Ya took out e, she immediately "smiles through tears", and she was sticky to herself again.

As Motura said, a business is a business, and after the business is done, we have plenty of time to slowly mend the relationship.

It's just... Can it really be 'repaired'? Song Ya looked through the door of the recording studio, glanced at Fergie who was happily recording songs inside, pursed her lips, left her record company, and set off for New York.

"Walter, how are you doing?"

He went straight to Walt's exclusive room at Sony's Columbia Records headquarters. As Roberto Clivell said, Walt's life was very simple and boring. He locked himself in a small space and composed music to the piano when he had nothing else to do.

"Hey,

Us, why are you here? Sit anywhere. "

Walter put his hand off the piano, "Give me some advice?" He handed Song Ya the score on the piano.

"Uh...you write yours. I don't have any desire to touch composition recently. You know, I've been busy with the announcement of my first single recently." Song Ya made an excuse to decline.

"Don't get lost in it. Many singers fall silent after releasing their first single. It's because they have accumulated too much fatigue during the arduous publicity process, and then spend money to enjoy it in retaliation, and they will never go back." Walter is very happy Sincere reminder.

He didn't know that he had already revealed a lot of songs, "I won't, thank you Walter." He sat down and watched Walter start to play the piano again, and kept writing and drawing on the score. Adjustment.

"This guy doesn't ask me what's the matter with him..." Song Ya complained in her heart, and caught a chance for him to pause and said, "Walter, I have something to do."

"Please tell me." He didn't turn his head.

"You wrote a song for Gloria, didn't you?"

He likes Walt's character very much, and he helped him when he first cooperated with Sony Columbia Records. Not counting his identity as a time traveler, he was purely a well-known small creator who had not released a song at the time. Well, Walt's help in his initial stage can almost be regarded as a kindness of knowledge.

So regarding the hero, Song Ya decided not to play tricks on Walt, but to speak directly.

Walter stopped being busy. He was straightforward, but it didn't mean he was insensitive to these things. His straight back became a little bent, and he was silent for a minute before asking, "Are you here for Miss Kelly?"

"Yes, ii told me that she likes that song very much, so I'll see if I can help her." Song Ya said.

"Actually, she doesn't have to do that much trouble."

Walter's tone was a little tired, he moved his body to face Song Ya, "She only needs to say hello to Mr. Motura, doesn't she? She has asked Mr. Motura to remove that song from the soundtrack of the movie Now, there is only one more procedure to go through, and the song is hers."

"But what about you? How do you think about it?"

Song Ya observed his words, and from his body movements just now, he felt that he still wanted to give the song to Gloria, and was dissatisfied with Motura's withdrawal of the song from the soundtrack of the movie.

"Is my opinion important? I'm just a composer who writes propositional compositions. I'm not the same as you. Do you know those oil painters in Europe?" he asked.

"Oil painting?" Song Ya didn't know how he got involved in it, "The kind of Rembrandt and Van Gogh?"

"No, in earlier times, painting an oil painting used to cost a lot, and painters could only serve nobles or monasteries. Whatever the nobles wanted, what the priests wanted, the painters would paint. , so the oil paintings that were handed down at that time were all portraits or Bible stories, and there was no room for self-expression. At most, painters secretly stuffed self-portraits into a corner of the scroll. I am like them now, and the songs are gone after they are written. Autonomy, Mister Motura can give it to whoever he wants..."

He was quite disheartened in his words.

Song Ya's brain was in a hurry, and she blurted out with a sincere face, "I can understand, Walter. It's really wrong for Miss Mariah Carey to want to steal this song. She told me that she knew you had an opinion on this matter, you You don't want to break your trust with Miss Gloria, right? So she didn't ask Mr. Motura to interfere violently in this matter, but asked me to talk to you. It's true that she wants this song, but she respects you. She will also respect your decision, and she cherishes the friendship between you."

"I see." Walter said lightly, then turned around and went back to fiddle with the score.

"So..." Song Ya felt uneasy.

"The hero is hers." Walter played the piano and continued to work.

Chicago 1990

Chicago 1990