Volume 825 Gao Xiaosong Joins~Happy Birthday to Boiler Fenghou

For this group of people who have dreams and pursuits in music, but are still struggling in unknown places, Gao Xiaosong's patchwork recording studio is their firm goal. ??

Today, this recording studio ushered in a very different person, a person who is not in the music circle at all, and he is also the best actor of a very high-end literary film.

This aroused the curiosity of all the underground musicians, and those who had nothing to do and heard about it rushed over from all directions towards their previous gathering place.

At this time, Gao Xiaosong was helping Qin watch the music. After seeing the song that Qin Guan was about to sing on the Spring Festival Gala, he was in a bad mood?

‘Is this the song you want to sing on the Spring Festival Gala? '

'yes! '

'What is the tone of the family names? '

‘Yeah, isn’t that what’s written in the song? If you don't understand, they also provided a numbered notation. '

'This is simply an insult to the family names. With such an accent, it doesn't sound like a nursery rhyme! '

‘It’s like noodles boiled in water, without any ups and downs. Is this going to be performed with the old accent that I often go home to watch? '

‘It’s also given to stars from Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan to sing. It’s a shame to throw it at grandma’s house, right? '

Well, for the orthodox underground music scene where rock music and folk songs are the norm, the score of "Hundred Surnames" in Gao Xiaosong's hand at this time is a little bit ugly.

But this kind of ballad with the main theme is just for singing at the Spring Festival Gala, and its audience is not those small crowd.

Therefore, resistance is useless, I am here to let you help to listen to the level of singing, not to let you arrange the music.

Naturally, Gao Xiaosong, who was cursing, was kicked out of the recording studio under Qin Guan's punch and two kicks. Under the command of the other party, he put on the headset, turned on the microphone, and started the first live performance monitor.

'The heaven and earth, the king of the earth, the upright Chinese heart, the incense is flourishing, and my country of China...'

'Among the hundred surnames, your surname is Li, and my surname is Zhang. The Yellow River and the Yangtze River flow through your bones and blood'

Qin Guan inside sang very seriously, but the people outside laughed because of this singing.

This lyrics is so high and famous, and it is so incompatible with the atmosphere of this circle of people, it is extremely strange.

And these crowds who came from all directions to watch the excitement, besides those singers who rushed to the stage, there were also some successful singers.

Wang Feng, Pu Shu and other gossip-loving old men left their work at hand and rushed over as if to join in the fun.

As a result, I saw this person and heard this song.

These days, after all, there are many good people. Gao Xiaosong over there laughed because he couldn’t take care of himself, and Wang Feng over here helped himself with his glasses: “Don’t tell me, CCTV really knows how to choose people. No one can sing, it doesn't have that patriotic flavor! '

‘If people from any village with a long history can sing this song directly into the soil, then Qin Guan is suitable! '

Looking at Wang Feng with a serious expression, Fatty Gao couldn't listen anymore. He spat at the bottom of Wang Feng's feet, bah, he knew how to pretend to be a literary artist. Now it's hard to see a literary artist. The face of this rocker No more.

Well, Qin Guan is Wang Feng's idol, a rough rocker with a delicate heart, which is not a big mistake.

When everyone turned their attention back to Qin Guan, the people in the recording studio had already sung it.

And Gao Xiaosong said into the loudspeaker inside: 'Qin Guan, in fact, you just need to write down the lyrics of this song, and don't sing out of tune. '

'Is it live broadcast? '

Qin nodded.

'Is there a big dance in the back? '

Qin Guan nodded again.

‘Is anyone else singing with you? Didn't it mean that Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan will perform together? You just need to be more handsome than them on stage! In this way, the camera will be all on your body. As for whether you sing well or not, whether you sing a flower or not, it doesn't matter. '

'What's more, it's not a flower'

Qin Guan thought about the scene. Even if he hadn't had a second rehearsal, he probably understood the scale of that large party.

There is really no purpose in capturing the shots. Whoever is famous will be given a little more. Everyone will sing a few lines and then sing together.

Thinking of this, Qin Guan in the recording studio was not so anxious.

My photographic memory and on-the-spot experience will never let me forget my lines, so what I should worry about most is the problem of intonation.

However, a group of professionals on the opposite side did not express any opinion on this, so it can be seen that my singing is still in tune.

Qin Guan, who was relieved, walked out of the recording studio, and had time to chat with this group of most familiar strangers.

And as the invisible rich man who has been perfectly leaked out by Forbes, he is naturally confessed among the poor and tinkling singers.

However, with the rampant piracy industry and the increasingly sluggish market environment, Qin Guan can't get it back no matter how much money he invests.

Therefore, Gao Xiaosong, who is building relationships, is very smart. He does not start with a company, but with a person as the starting point.

If you are optimistic about this buddy, he has records, commercial performances, and concerts, we will participate in the stock together and regard this person as the object of investment.

Such investment can see a clear return, and with the help of Qin Guan, more people will get out of the predicament, and finally contribute better works to the public.

Since it was a win-win thing, Qin Guan naturally agreed readily, and the small piece of music that the studio divided for Huang Bo alone could also be filled with more fresh blood.

This small company, which only had the smiles of Qin Guan and Huang Bo at the beginning, has now occupied 67% of the model resources in the fashion circle, and today's decision also allows his studio to have music in the future. Bole's title.

Of course, this is all a long time ago, now Qin Guan bid farewell to Gao Xiaosong's many days of laughing and pointing, and Shi Shiran came to the scene of the CCTV studio hall.

Today, it is still the venue built after the demolition and reconstruction of the west wing building of the TV station, and it belongs to the prosperous area of ​​Fuxingmen Street.

Because of this rehearsal, the already busy internal parking lot became even more dazzling.

On the large bus is the logo of the Central National Song and Dance Troupe. When the door is opened, a string of beautiful dancers get off.

This group of giggling girls who looked like delicate flowers in winter, because of the large number of them, made Qin Guan, who had finally found a parking space, get stuck in the middle. (To be continued.) 8