192 impression reversal
The young man named Renly walked onto the stage and sat down in the center. With a slight smile on his lips, he said jokingly, "Thank you Eddard for the introduction just now, and thank him for the compliment. But I think everyone today Came here late, obviously not to watch 'American Idol'.”
During the live broadcast week of "American Idol", there was once a session where two singers performed the same song and then competed against each other..
Renly's ridicule was obviously mocking this matter, which made the audience burst into laughter, but George disliked it even more: glib! This doesn't look like a singer, more like a talk show actor. It's really funny..
“Tonight is Monday, after a weekend of hustle and bustle, now it’s time to relax and unwind." Renly hugged his guitar, looking relaxed and happy. This was the stage and live environment he was most familiar with. The comfort and ease made him completely relax, and his words became more casual, "Then I will perform a little tune, hoping to add a smile to this night.".”
George's brows wrinkled again, a minor tune? Folk tune? The creation of this kind of minor key is more difficult. The so-called minor key is actually an etude that can be picked up at hand. This kind of minor key reflects the accumulation and precipitation of the creator. It may not be heavy enough, but the background is richer. It is definitely not that of any creator. Anyone can claim, "I wrote a minor tune", otherwise they are just overestimating their abilities..
George sneered a little.
Renly, who was sitting on the stage, lowered his head and gently played the strings. The clearness and penetration of the guitar strings were like a clear stream in the rich atmosphere of the bar, flowing out slowly, and the noise gradually calmed down. down, but the lightness, laziness, and freehand floating in the air are jumping between the melody scores. The casual melody is like the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon in midsummer, with moist water vapor and dry dust floating in the air. , refreshing and comfortable, so beautiful that people can't help but linger in it. Involuntarily, the arc of the corner of the mouth slightly rose..
This made George a little stunned for a moment..
“Los- Angeles, she is a lady, dressed up for a riot." There was a slight smile in Renly's voice, like a butterfly resting on a flower bud, dancing its wings lightly, the touching With a milky and honest fragrance, the atmosphere in the whole bar couldn't help but become leisurely. "Don't forget to put your hands on the remote control. She is a mobile station... Appreciate the endless flow, the endless flow.".”
Simple melody, simple lyrics, all the emotions seem to be understated, just like the simplest white shirt, but true insiders know that the white shirt is the most exquisite, and George really understands it. The taste has a profound meaning, and I can't help but paint such a wonderful picture in my mind：
The enchanting lady stood in the crowd of rioters dressed up, quietly watching the people coming and going and the changes in the world in front of her. Her long hair like a black waterfall was tied behind her head, with a bright red flower stuck in it. It complements the flowers full of skirts. The tranquility wandering in the chaos, the vicissitudes passing through the restlessness, vividly outline the power of time..
“In Seattle, she stood lonely in the woods in the north, waiting quietly, soaked in the moist green shade, sipping the fragrant coffee..”
That white shirt seemed to have just been washed. The fragrance of jasmine was lingering in the dry sunshine. Even the way of singing was not modified in any way. The indifference and indifference in the plain and simple speech made it seem like quietly watching the rise and fall of the tide. The falling and rolling clouds are as comfortable as the clouds, lazily making the smile become casual.
George couldn't help but closed his eyes. The woman in the white dress stood lonely on the edge of the endless birch forest. The continuous drizzle made the air humid, and the endless green became fresh and dripping. But in the aroma of coffee, she was alone, waiting for her lover, family, friends, or... waiting for herself. The confusion and loss spread like water vapor..
The jumping of the guitar strings became brisk in the milky yellow halo, but it had the freedom and uninhibitedness of a bard. The whole world became peaceful, but the noise in the ears became more and more turbulent. This huge The contrast makes people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves, as if they are trapped in a world that only they can hear. Loneliness, loneliness, sadness, loss... are floating gently in the chest..
“New York, New York, she has been weather-beaten, wandering among the street lights and laughter, laughing, dancing..." Her eyes couldn't help but heat up slightly, and the sudden sadness was so intense, as if she was in the huge New York City, with the huge crowds, But I was alone. This loneliness in the midst of laughter and bustle easily defeated all defenses and hit the depths of my soul. I couldn't help but listen to the sparse and vicissitudes of life singing, "... Smiling and waiting for the dawn to come, she smiled and waiting for the dawn to come.”
New York, their New York, the unique New York, she is like the back of a carnival, always smiling, always dancing, always lonely, never truly integrated into the world. That is the most unique temperament of New York , only by truly wandering in it and savoring it with your heart can you capture the fleeting desolation..
Without warning, all of George's annoyance settled down.
“In San Francisco, she is wearing a fishing net and walking on tall and long heels..." The gentle voice rising slightly caused the smile on the corner of her mouth to rise, as if the whole world was gradually getting brighter, "Red lips Opening slightly, as if sighing softly, he slowly walked down the long street with his back to the east.……”
That graceful back, those flirtatious high heels, and that ragged shawl are like Bohemian vagrants walking on the edge of history, always wandering, heading west, slowly, slowly, slowly towards an unknown future. , life has never been able to settle down, and it is always on the road. The unsettled wandering has been rooted in the blood and remains in every corner of the world..
“The heart is left in the palm, and the face faces the ocean.”
The understated lyrics are as beautiful as poetry. The wisdom and philosophy hidden between the lines seem to have gone through the vicissitudes of the world and experienced the vicissitudes of the world. This is a real ditty that has been polished by the years and passed by. The precipitation, after the impact of society, and the tempering of the soul, turned those complicated emotions into the simplest melody, as if it was just a tune casually hummed with a glass of beer at dinner, but it is a period of life and a period of time. Witness of the years.
George slowly opened his eyes and looked at the still young and immature face in the center of the stage. There was always a smile on his lips, just like a bird that spread its wings and soared in the wind, embracing the blue sky and the sky freely. The earth flies uninhibitedly over the mountains and the sea, but a shallow smile is enough to light up the whole world.
Then he sang softly, "The heart is left in the palm, and the face... faces... the ocean.”
The mentality and artistic conception of facing the sea and blooming spring flowers travel between the brisk musical notes. The slightly higher singing voice then slides along a rounded trajectory and falls back to the ground, as light as the one in "Forrest Gump" A feather that can never fall to the ground travels through time and space, floating gently in my heart.
George's eyes fell on that figure, and he didn't want to leave for a long time. In him, you can see the unrestrained and unruly like a bard, the indulgence and spontaneity like a wandering world, and the passage of time. The power seemed to slip through his fingertips quickly, leaving traces that no one could see..
George's heart was surging, and the uncontrollable excitement and excitement almost made him want to jump. You know, he has seen many storms, and he even shared the stage with Bob Dylan. Even if he is not a highly respected veteran in the industry , that’s not far off. But it’s been so long that he can’t even remember the last time he was so excited. Was it when he heard Norah Jones’s first album? Was that 2001 or 2002?？
What really excites George is not this song, but the talent and talent revealed in this melody. To be honest, this song is not as good as the "Ophelia" just now, and may even be better than the "Top" one. The degree of completion is slightly inferior. However, this is a minor tune, a minor tune that I picked up by chance, with a few simple chords and a few simple sets of lyrics. It is performed in a simple way, but it is so beautiful that the language is lost. color.
Although it was just a song, George was willing to visit in person just because of this song. He agreed to Stanley's invitation tonight. He originally thought that the trip was in vain, but now he has discovered a rare treasure, which makes George feel a little emotional. Can't stand it.
What's even more commendable is that George will not forget his prejudice just now - the disadvantage of age and the vicissitudes of the song form an absolute contrast, just like geniuses such as LeAnn Rimes and Norah Jones who became famous at a young age, it is amazing. It makes people tremble. When Nora came out with the album "e-Away-With-Me", jazz was also a genre that required voice, talent and talent at the same time, and it successfully excited the entire North American music scene. Get up. Now, has he discovered a second Nora?？
In an instant, the impression took a 180-degree turn.
Although he overturned his own judgment, George did not feel embarrassed at all - if he could meet a real musical genius and it was just a little embarrassing, what would it matter?？
George was a pure music lover. He was undistracted, focused, and deaf to what was going on outside the window. He was even more focused than Stanley. Not only was he not embarrassed, but he was excited. He couldn't help but sit up straight, with bright eyes. Looking at the stage, I became highly concentrated and became very interested in the subsequent performances..
Note: Los Angeles (Los-Angeles-Pushstart-Wagon）
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