Flammable and explosive.
The title of the song sounds like a very restless song, even if it is a rap song.
"It's not rap, it's rock," Zhang Yiman asked.
"Not really."
Han Jue pondered for a while and said.
Chen Li's style is too difficult to define, and it can be said that it has its own style, which belongs to the kind that does not need to be explained and classified.
Han Jue wrote the lyrics, pondering for a moment from time to time.
Because the interpretation of the original work is different from the present, some lyrics have to be scrutinized, and some lyrics with vague memories have to be recreated.
The cameraman came to the front of Han Jue and Zhang Yiman and pointed the camera at them.
Han Jue was in front of the camera, sitting upright, like a non-reflective porcelain bottle, warm and silent.
With his right hand, he writes beautiful calligraphy like a cloud, and a strand of hair is bent down and hangs down in front of his forehead.
Zhang Yiman sat next to him and pursed his lips, looking at Han Jue who was focused for a while, and looking at the paper in front of Han Jue for a while.
It's very close.
Zhang Yiman held Han Jue's shoulder with one hand, and his face was against Han Jue's arm that was not holding a pen, like an interested kitten, his eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.
The producer of Aidu was very discerning and did not come up to disturb.
The cameraman looked at him pitifully, and occasionally gave him the lens, and the producer held his hands on his chest and looked at Zhang Yiman with a smile.
The director doesn't make a fuss, it's just sorry for his girlish heart.
So the program team stuffed two blush on Zhang Yiman's cheeks, and the surroundings were covered with pink clouds, regardless of where the two protagonists put their minds at this time.
In short, it is forced to send sugar.
As Han Jue wrote, the complete effect of the finished song was already ringing in his head, as if this unique song couldn't wait to appear in this world.
So the lyrics are written in a very rhythmic way, little by little.
In the eyes of Zhang Yiman and fans, what is this It's a spring of inspiration.
In the eyes of Han Hei, who still refuses to admit that Han Jue has creative ability, Han Jue has properly entered the play.
Tut-tut, the performance template is a talented lyricist and composer, and he is not afraid of pulling eggs when he takes such a big step.
Han Jue quickly wrote it and took it in his hand with satisfaction.
Han Jue finished writing before he smelled the faint fragrance next to him, and when he turned his head to look, he found that the stupid girl was so close to him.
He watched the silly girl clinging to half of his body, indulging in the score, chanting words in his mouth, and he didn't notice how ambiguous the posture was.
So he quietly put the paper on the table, and then slowly pressed the lyrics on the table, and moved it diagonally above the end of the silly girl.
Zhang Yiman was like a cat attracted by infrared rays, his eyes chased the paper, stretched his neck, let go of his hand, locked on the paper, and pounced.
"This song is so good, I like it so much."
Zhang Yiman said with the paper in his hands, his eyes bright.
"Hmm."
Han Jue stretched his waist, as if a person who had been at the desk for a few days had finally completed a masterpiece.
"I like this song so much," Zhang Yiman repeated again.
"Thank you."
Han Jue nodded calmly.
Zhang Yiman's eyes rolled, he simply held the piece of paper in his arms, looked at Han Jue with watery eyes and said, "Ah, I like it so much" "I know you're very discerning."
Han Jue was unmoved.
Zhang Yiman saw that this stupid uncle was dumbfounded, her face was so angry that she didn't speak, she just looked at Han Jue and was deadlocked.
Han Jue deliberately didn't look at Zhang Yiman, turned sideways, and drank water by himself.
Zhang Yiman saw Han Jue drinking water, he didn't know what he thought, he quietly unscrewed a bottle of water, and then rushed over to clink glasses with Han Jue, and said quickly: "Uncle, sing this song to me" "Click."
Plastic bottles of mineral water collided violently and were deformed and distorted.
"Cough, cough, cough" Han Jue was drinking, and the stupid girl suddenly bumped into it, and the water poured into Han Jue's nose.
Zhang Yiman knew that he was in trouble, and hurriedly patted Han Jue's back.
After Han Jue came to his senses, he looked at Zhang Yiman helplessly.
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"It's not perfect, but the ending is good."
Zhang Yiman laughed embarrassedly.
Han Jue clenched his trembling fists.
Of course he knew what it meant to be a silly girl.
Singers have two pursuits, one is a good song, and the other is a bosom friend.
It is normal for Zhang Yiman to like this flammable and explosive song.
The original singer of this song was a female voice, and it was not buried to let Zhang Yiman sing it, originally Han Jue had this intention, but he just wanted to tease the silly girl, but it turned out to be okay, and he forgot that small animals are not teased.
Taste of your own medicine.
"Okay, okay, I'll sing it to you later."
Han Jue kneaded the napkin, looked at the stupid girl's stubborn gaze, and had the idea of fighting a protracted battle if he didn't agree, so Han Jue could only reluctantly agree.
"What other instrument do you know besides the piano, will the violin" Han Jue stood up and walked towards the producer.
"I know violin, cello, piano, harmonica, guitar" After hearing that he could sing this song, Zhang Yiman excitedly said all the instruments he knew like a resume.
"Okay, okay, enough is enough."
Han Jue also admired the wide variety of musical instruments of the Silly Girl Club, and if it was not stopped, there might be instruments such as allegro and triangle bells in the future.
The producer is glad that he was not forgotten by Han Jue.
The three of them began to discuss the production of this song, but Han Jue only made suggestions this time, and did not make a specific decision.
In the end, it was agreed that the accompaniment would be electronica, violin, supplemented by piano and drums.
These were recorded by Zhang Yiman and the producer respectively.
The real recording process is quite long, but it only takes a while to cut it out.
The flammable and explosive production process is not as serious as the woman who made it, and the purpose is clear.
Because Han Jue's level of arrangement is not so high, to produce a pop song, the required arrangement structure framework has to be professional. previously silently acted as a producer of passerby A, and the sense of presence is finally reflected in this song.
Although it is only some shots, the producer's high-spirited face and professional words still let the audience know that this is not a dry meal.
Otherwise, the audience thinks that the production of songs is like Han Jue, left and right, it is very simple.
When the audience saw this, they found that Han Jue was not as "arbitrary" and "confident" as before, and he didn't do it all over again, so Han Hei on the Internet shouted again.
Although there are fewer Han Hei who speak than not long ago, those who can stay and continue to fight are the elites of Han Hei.
Han Jue's fans saw that Han Jue had a tendency to become a background board, and only said a word occasionally, and they were inevitably a little worried.
Because pop songs and rap are still different, it is easy to judge whether the song catches the ears or not, and the requirements of the lyrics must also be concise and concise.
If in normal times, Han Jue made a mediocre pop work, then it would be a topic, but now on this occasion, with the previous song, the woman raised the audience's expectations, then, mediocrity is wrong.
So although Han Jue also wanted to listen to Zhang Yiman sing this song, it was better for him to sing this song by himself for the first time, and he wanted to express something in this way.
The original song is Chen Li's statement and expression of the pain between emotions, but Han Jue intends to use the topic to play.
Although these people on the Internet are attacking the predecessor, it can be said that Han Jue knows the person in the world, or the first friend in this world, is the predecessor.
The predecessor has a difficult brain and a stupid mouth, so he feels that he needs to say something for the predecessor.
Han Jue walked into the recording studio with the lyrics.
Unlike in the past, when he had to think for a long time before he spoke, this time Han Jue took the microphone and practiced alone in the corner of the recording studio for a while, before he walked back to the microphone, exhaled, and signaled outside that he was ready.
Zhang Yiman waved his fist at Han Jue outside the glass and pumped up.
The audience also saw whether Han Jue raised his head to fight in this battle, or completely blew through the cowhide.
The producer pressed the button.
The studio is lit up with an eerie electronic prelude, cold and dangerous, attracting attention.
A few seconds later, when the violin sounded, Han Jue also leaned in front of the microphone and spoke: I hope I'm crazy and I don't want to live alone, I want me to be cold and glamorous, and I want me to be frivolous and cheap If you want me to be sunny, I want my style not to shake, I cry and laugh without a master, and my heart is like a dead wood Han Jue's singing voice is gorgeous and playful.
The song is framed by a string structure, in which the violin replaces the drum beat, pulling out one rhythmic sonic pattern after another.
The lyrics in it are even more calm to take a cruel thing to the sun to dry.
Give me dreams and wake me up quickly, and sleep with me and have no mercy with me Love me purely, love me naked, watch me play and sing by myself, and watch me heartbroken Han Jue's voice had a kind of helplessness, like the repetition and impermanence given to him by the people around him, and finally forced him to the brink of collapse.
It is ironic to look down on the past of what has been given and demanded.
After the first interlude, Han Jue advanced with vocals, and then added the drum beat.
After the second interlude, the piano was added, and the sound of the piano meandered into a rushing stream.
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Enriched with a relatively single singing voice.
For me to be sultry and for my eyes to lose my mind, to show my love and to make my eyes ecstatic eloped with me and didn't do anything with me, praised me for waiting to be released, and praised me for wanting to cover up Han Jue opened his eyes and looked at the camera in front of him, his eyes staring directly at thousands of people through the screen.
Weng Nanxi's face was hot and hot.
Please be charming and please let me be sexually permeable, like me blooming or like I am hypoxic and perverse I am beautiful or I am greedy and fascinated, complaining that I am 100 years old and carefree, and complaining that I have tears in vain Complete.
Although there is no half-sentence blame and complaint in the whole flammable and explosive song, the lyrics with a great sense of conflict before and after, combined with Han Jue's progressive emotional outbursts, are joking and satirical about recent events, which sounds enjoyable.
At the same time, people felt that they heard what Han Jue wanted to say: even if he is used, insulted, and trampled on, he will not be defeated or crushed.
Like it or not, but there's no doubt that it's impressive.
"Wow" After Han Jue came out, Zhang Yiman applauded and greeted him.
Just now she listened to Han Jue's singing, imagining that she sang like that, and then she knew that this song was a difficult point to breathe, there were many words and short pauses, and it was easy to have a car accident on the scene, but Han Jue sang very completely, and she can be praised as her founding disciple, her singing skills have really improved, and it is not in vain for her occasional telephone remote teaching.
Han Jue felt very cool after singing, and felt that singing was quite interesting, of course, provided that he had a good voice.
When he saw the stupid girl who was eager to try, he winked at Zhang Yiman and said with a smile: "Do you want to go in and try it?"
Zhang Yiman nodded like pounding garlic and smiled brightly.
Immediately ran to the side, threw down his coat, rolled up the cuffs, and went in with high spirits.
Through the glass, Han Jue and Zhang Yiman looked at each other and smiled. t21902181t21902181