Chapter 1519: Bold ideas
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Hugo looked back in the trailer and found that his teammates were still immersed in their sleep. He closed the door lightly, stretched his waist, stretched his body, and then walked slowly along the trail of the camp. pace.
It was just after three o’clock in the afternoon. The sun in early May was not hot. The cold and humidity of spring in the air gradually disappeared in the light, mixed with the dryness and restlessness of early summer, making the mood leap slightly. , The light breeze brings the rustling fragrance of leaves and the crisp sound of the distant water rushing, the noisy contrasts the world more quietly and peacefully, and all the irritability quietly melts into the soft soil.
The sound of the wind was mixed with a vicissitudes of hoarse singing, resounding in the nature from far and near, Hugo involuntarily walked past the sound, just more than 20 steps away from where their trailer was. There is a caravan parked with a horse rein tied next to it. A soft-haired horse is sniffing. The colorful and rugged fabrics eye-catchingly occupy all sights in a lush green, vivid bohemia. The style is blowing. Then Hugo saw a man and a woman sitting on the rock in front of the caravan.
The woman is wearing a big red floral-fashioned cotton dress, and a colorful hollow lace cloak is draped over her shoulders. Her hands are covered with countless beads, leather ornaments, silver ornaments and bracelets, and her head wears a palm-wide knit. Fringed headwear; the man wears a dark brown leather waistcoat with an ivory linen shirt inside, a leather water bag and a compass hung on the bright brown sword bag belt at the waist, and the dark brown boots on the feet It's already broken.
At this time, the man is holding an acoustic guitar in his arms, his fingertips outlines a fresh and transparent melody, the melodious melody is flowing slowly; the woman is holding a tambourine, gently beating the rhythm, and the mouth is softly sounding Humming, "The Queen of Nine Days has been drunk and unconscious, for nine days or more, until her people are tired, they can no longer wait, they can no longer wait..."
While singing and singing, the hoarse singing tells the endless vicissitudes of life, as if time flows slowly between the guitar strings. Hugo knew that the woman who was singing at this time was the most famous "Queen of the Nine Days" Jane Grey (jane.grey) in the history of the British Tudor Dynasty. She was a chess piece of the court conspiracy, and the male power was greedy. A victim of desire, she was promoted to the throne for religious and political reasons, but also for religious and political reasons. After only nine days, she was deposed, and six months after her abdication, she was secretly executed. Sixteen years old.
In fact, Jane Grey is generally regarded as a martyr of Protestantism. Her life and death represent the political climate and religious fanaticism of Britain in the 1650s.
With just a few words of lyrics, you can hear the heritage and poetry of that era. This kind of unintentional vicissitudes reveals infinite charm in the concise and clear strings of men.
This is not the best stage. You can hear the sounds of birds, turbulence, engines, and other environmental sounds around you. You can also hear the slogans of new street sleepers arranged by the camp manager not far behind you. More than a dozen people surrounded this area with Hugo, everyone was whispering and talking in a low voice, even louder than a woman singing, making it impossible to hear the lyrics clearly.
This is not the best performer. It is obvious that men and women just sing casually. This is the nature of the Gypsies. During the wandering journey, they pick up their instruments at any time — they don’t even need instruments. , You can throw into the music. The two people in front of them don't know if they are Gypsies, but the strong bohemian style and the fresh and moving ballads outline the image of the bohemian bard in twos and threes.
However, Hugo couldn't help immersing himself in it, because in the soul of that music, he could smell the taste of freedom.
During this hike, Hugo met many bards. They may not be professional, they may not be top-notch, but there are fascinating stories in their singing, a melody, a section Lyrics and a piece of music represent a period of life.
This is the soul of music.
Although this is a folk song, Hugo can feel it. Deep in the soul of the folk song, there is the same uninhibited and unrestrained freedom as rock and roll, and the emotions that can touch the soft heart are the same.
"We used to do this before, didn't we?" There was a sound in his ear, interrupting Hugo's thoughts, he could not help but suddenly turned his head, and then saw Fujin standing beside him. Fujin seemed to perceive the doubt in Hugo's eyes, and repeated his words, "We used to wander on the road with musical instruments and bring musical notes to every corner."
Fujin was talking about the road tour that was first known to people from Glory to Death. It was those wandering years that forged a unique style that was glorious to death. "This kind of arbitrary performance always makes people excited." Hugo nodded, then turned to look at the two people again, and smiles appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Many times, they are not performing for performances, just like two people in front of them, a melody emerges in their minds, and then they directly interpret them, enjoying the purest and simplest happiness brought by music in the process of creation and performance. And happiness. Many of the tracks in "Almost Fame" and "Bath in the Morning" all sprouted during those years.
"If you want, we can try again now. Anyway, we are on the road now." Fujin shrugged and said casually. Fujin turned his head and glanced at Hugo and added, "Anyway. No one will recognize you like this."
Hugo now has a beard that covers half of his face, and usually wears a baseball cap. Almost the entire face is hidden. It is really difficult to recognize. At this moment, the performance of the two people just ended, and the scattered audience around clapped. The two people showed their polite smiles to express their gratitude to the audience, but then the two began to talk in a low voice, seemingly again. There are different new ideas.
Hugo smiled softly, "But you still recognize me easily." Yesterday, I was abstaining. At the entrance of the drug station, they had no doubt at all, so they determined that the person was Hugo, and he went on to say, "Of course, if we really want this, we can still do it, but the meaning is different."
Hugo didn't explain too much, but Fujin understood it all at once. Not to mention how well-known Hugo is now, even the other four members of Glory To Death have wide-ranging reputations. They continue to linger on the streets as they did before, and they will soon attract crowds to come and watch—no matter what Is it for their music or to join in the fun? This makes their performances tasteless and loses the randomness and freedom of the two Bohemians in front of them.
"People standing outside the circle always want to come in; but people in the circle look at the outside world with envy." Fujin sighed deeply. In the past six months, Fujin's feelings have been particularly profound, especially During the period after the Oscar, everything experienced by Glory to death, everything experienced by Hugo, has changed Fujin's understanding of music.
This is the siege.
"Have you talked with Henry? When do you plan to tell him about the band?" Fujin couldn't help lowering his voice, because the two people in front of him began to play again, this time playing a melancholy song Ban, they didn't seem to care about the noise around them at all, they were just completely immersed in the music world. "EMI Records should have been eager for us to enter the studio."
"It's not impossible to enter the recording studio now, but I don't want to." Hugo bluntly said his inner thoughts. Although Glory to Death has completed a breakthrough, although he has broken free from the shackles after creating "Navigation (, but the recording The room is like an iron box made up of copper and iron walls, completely cut off from the freedom, randomness, looseness, relaxation, and coziness of the entire world.
Fujin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn’t know whether it was a smile or helplessness. “You know EMI will not let us off easily. If you really don’t want to, let Henry pretend to be ignorant for the time being. Anyway, you disappear. For a month, no one can find you."
Neil and Foggin know the pressure from EMI Records best, because they have been the most dedicated people in the past year-of course, working behind closed doors also makes them even more depressing~www.novelhall.com ~ Since EMI signed a major contract with Glory to Death last year, everyone has been looking forward to the rewards of this contract. It is precisely this is the third watershed for rock bands. People are looking forward to it.
As time passed day by day, the pressure on EMI Records increased, Henry's pressure increased, and the pressure on the members of the Glory To Death band also increased.
Although Henry never complained to Hugo about these things, even if he would not mention them, Hugo can imagine the tension between EMI and Henry. Before, it was because Hugo had been busy with movies, and he didn’t have any clear ideas about the new album, so it was delayed again and again; but now it’s different. Hugo has adjusted the status and the band has recovered. So is it really okay to continue to postpone the album?
At this moment, the Bohemians were singing softly in front of them, “The last thing I heard from him was that it’s not far from the end of your life, poor boy, I will travel everywhere in this world. A corner..."
A bold idea suddenly popped up in Hugo's mind, "Why should we go back to the recording studio to record? Why can't we record in the city, in nature, in...any corner? We? Why can't we make our album on the road?"
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Hugo looked back in the trailer and found that his teammates were still immersed in their sleep. He closed the door lightly, stretched his waist, stretched his body, and then walked slowly along the trail of the camp. pace.
It was just after three o’clock in the afternoon. The sun in early May was not hot. The cold and humidity of spring in the air gradually disappeared in the light, mixed with the dryness and restlessness of early summer, making the mood leap slightly. , The light breeze brings the rustling fragrance of leaves and the crisp sound of the distant water rushing, the noisy contrasts the world more quietly and peacefully, and all the irritability quietly melts into the soft soil.
The sound of the wind was mixed with a vicissitudes of hoarse singing, resounding in the nature from far and near, Hugo involuntarily walked past the sound, just more than 20 steps away from where their trailer was. There is a caravan parked with a horse rein tied next to it. A soft-haired horse is sniffing. The colorful and rugged fabrics eye-catchingly occupy all sights in a lush green, vivid bohemia. The style is blowing. Then Hugo saw a man and a woman sitting on the rock in front of the caravan.
The woman is wearing a big red floral-fashioned cotton dress, and a colorful hollow lace cloak is draped over her shoulders. Her hands are covered with countless beads, leather ornaments, silver ornaments and bracelets, and her head wears a palm-wide knit. Fringed headwear; the man wears a dark brown leather waistcoat with an ivory linen shirt inside, a leather water bag and a compass hung on the bright brown sword bag belt at the waist, and the dark brown boots on the feet It's already broken.
At this time, the man is holding an acoustic guitar in his arms, his fingertips outlines a fresh and transparent melody, the melodious melody is flowing slowly; the woman is holding a tambourine, gently beating the rhythm, and the mouth is softly sounding Humming, "The Queen of Nine Days has been drunk and unconscious, for nine days or more, until her people are tired, they can no longer wait, they can no longer wait..."
While singing and singing, the hoarse singing tells the endless vicissitudes of life, as if time flows slowly between the guitar strings. Hugo knew that the woman who was singing at this time was the most famous "Queen of the Nine Days" Jane Grey (jane.grey) in the history of the British Tudor Dynasty. She was a chess piece of the court conspiracy, and the male power was greedy. A victim of desire, she was promoted to the throne for religious and political reasons, but also for religious and political reasons. After only nine days, she was deposed, and six months after her abdication, she was secretly executed. Sixteen years old.
In fact, Jane Grey is generally regarded as a martyr of Protestantism. Her life and death represent the political climate and religious fanaticism of Britain in the 1650s.
With just a few words of lyrics, you can hear the heritage and poetry of that era. This kind of unintentional vicissitudes reveals infinite charm in the concise and clear strings of men.
This is not the best stage. You can hear the sounds of birds, turbulence, engines, and other environmental sounds around you. You can also hear the slogans of new street sleepers arranged by the camp manager not far behind you. More than a dozen people surrounded this area with Hugo, everyone was whispering and talking in a low voice, even louder than a woman singing, making it impossible to hear the lyrics clearly.
This is not the best performer. It is obvious that men and women just sing casually. This is the nature of the Gypsies. During the wandering journey, they pick up their instruments at any time — they don’t even need instruments. , You can throw into the music. The two people in front of them don't know if they are Gypsies, but the strong bohemian style and the fresh and moving ballads outline the image of the bohemian bard in twos and threes.
However, Hugo couldn't help immersing himself in it, because in the soul of that music, he could smell the taste of freedom.
During this hike, Hugo met many bards. They may not be professional, they may not be top-notch, but there are fascinating stories in their singing, a melody, a section Lyrics and a piece of music represent a period of life.
This is the soul of music.
Although this is a folk song, Hugo can feel it. Deep in the soul of the folk song, there is the same uninhibited and unrestrained freedom as rock and roll, and the emotions that can touch the soft heart are the same.
"We used to do this before, didn't we?" There was a sound in his ear, interrupting Hugo's thoughts, he could not help but suddenly turned his head, and then saw Fujin standing beside him. Fujin seemed to perceive the doubt in Hugo's eyes, and repeated his words, "We used to wander on the road with musical instruments and bring musical notes to every corner."
Fujin was talking about the road tour that was first known to people from Glory to Death. It was those wandering years that forged a unique style that was glorious to death. "This kind of arbitrary performance always makes people excited." Hugo nodded, then turned to look at the two people again, and smiles appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Many times, they are not performing for performances, just like two people in front of them, a melody emerges in their minds, and then they directly interpret them, enjoying the purest and simplest happiness brought by music in the process of creation and performance. And happiness. Many of the tracks in "Almost Fame" and "Bath in the Morning" all sprouted during those years.
"If you want, we can try again now. Anyway, we are on the road now." Fujin shrugged and said casually. Fujin turned his head and glanced at Hugo and added, "Anyway. No one will recognize you like this."
Hugo now has a beard that covers half of his face, and usually wears a baseball cap. Almost the entire face is hidden. It is really difficult to recognize. At this moment, the performance of the two people just ended, and the scattered audience around clapped. The two people showed their polite smiles to express their gratitude to the audience, but then the two began to talk in a low voice, seemingly again. There are different new ideas.
Hugo smiled softly, "But you still recognize me easily." Yesterday, I was abstaining. At the entrance of the drug station, they had no doubt at all, so they determined that the person was Hugo, and he went on to say, "Of course, if we really want this, we can still do it, but the meaning is different."
Hugo didn't explain too much, but Fujin understood it all at once. Not to mention how well-known Hugo is now, even the other four members of Glory To Death have wide-ranging reputations. They continue to linger on the streets as they did before, and they will soon attract crowds to come and watch—no matter what Is it for their music or to join in the fun? This makes their performances tasteless and loses the randomness and freedom of the two Bohemians in front of them.
"People standing outside the circle always want to come in; but people in the circle look at the outside world with envy." Fujin sighed deeply. In the past six months, Fujin's feelings have been particularly profound, especially During the period after the Oscar, everything experienced by Glory to death, everything experienced by Hugo, has changed Fujin's understanding of music.
This is the siege.
"Have you talked with Henry? When do you plan to tell him about the band?" Fujin couldn't help lowering his voice, because the two people in front of him began to play again, this time playing a melancholy song Ban, they didn't seem to care about the noise around them at all, they were just completely immersed in the music world. "EMI Records should have been eager for us to enter the studio."
"It's not impossible to enter the recording studio now, but I don't want to." Hugo bluntly said his inner thoughts. Although Glory to Death has completed a breakthrough, although he has broken free from the shackles after creating "Navigation (, but the recording The room is like an iron box made up of copper and iron walls, completely cut off from the freedom, randomness, looseness, relaxation, and coziness of the entire world.
Fujin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn’t know whether it was a smile or helplessness. “You know EMI will not let us off easily. If you really don’t want to, let Henry pretend to be ignorant for the time being. Anyway, you disappear. For a month, no one can find you."
Neil and Foggin know the pressure from EMI Records best, because they have been the most dedicated people in the past year-of course, working behind closed doors also makes them even more depressing~www.novelhall.com ~ Since EMI signed a major contract with Glory to Death last year, everyone has been looking forward to the rewards of this contract. It is precisely this is the third watershed for rock bands. People are looking forward to it.
As time passed day by day, the pressure on EMI Records increased, Henry's pressure increased, and the pressure on the members of the Glory To Death band also increased.
Although Henry never complained to Hugo about these things, even if he would not mention them, Hugo can imagine the tension between EMI and Henry. Before, it was because Hugo had been busy with movies, and he didn’t have any clear ideas about the new album, so it was delayed again and again; but now it’s different. Hugo has adjusted the status and the band has recovered. So is it really okay to continue to postpone the album?
At this moment, the Bohemians were singing softly in front of them, “The last thing I heard from him was that it’s not far from the end of your life, poor boy, I will travel everywhere in this world. A corner..."
A bold idea suddenly popped up in Hugo's mind, "Why should we go back to the recording studio to record? Why can't we record in the city, in nature, in...any corner? We? Why can't we make our album on the road?"
Hugo looked back in the trailer and found that his teammates were still immersed in their sleep. He closed the door lightly, stretched his waist, stretched his body, and then walked slowly along the trail of the camp. pace.It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun in early May was not hot. The cold and humidity of spring in the air gradually disappeared in the light, mixed with the dryness and restlessness of early summer, making the mood leap slightly. , The light breeze brings the rustling fragrance of leaves and the crisp sound of the distant water rushing, the noisy contrasts the world more quietly and peacefully, and all the irritability quietly melts into the soft soil.The sound of the wind was mixed with a vicissitudes of hoarse singing, resounding in the nature from far and near, Hugo involuntarily walked past the sound, just more than 20 steps away from where their trailer was. There is a caravan parked with a horse rein tied next to it. A soft-haired horse is sniffing. The colorful and rugged fabrics eye-catchingly occupy all sights in a lush green, vivid bohemia. The style is blowing. Then Hugo saw a man and a woman sitting on the rock in front of the caravan.The woman is wearing a big red floral-fashioned cotton dress, and a colorful hollow lace cloak is draped over her shoulders. Her hands are covered with countless beads, leather ornaments, silver ornaments and bracelets, and her head wears a palm-wide knit. Fringed headwear; the man wears a dark brown leather waistcoat with an ivory linen shirt inside, a leather water bag and a compass hung on the bright brown sword bag belt at the waist, and the dark brown boots on the feet It's already broken.At this time, the man is holding an acoustic guitar in his arms, his fingertips outlines a fresh and transparent melody, the melodious melody is flowing slowly; the woman is holding a tambourine, gently beating the rhythm, and the mouth is softly sounding Humming, "The Queen of Nine Days has been drunk and unconscious, for nine days or more, until her people are tired, they can no longer wait, they can no longer wait..."While singing and singing, the hoarse singing tells the endless vicissitudes of life, as if time flows slowly between the guitar strings. Hugo knew that the woman who was singing at this time was the most famous "Queen of the Nine Days" Jane Grey jane.grey in the history of the British Tudor Dynasty. She was a chess piece of the court conspiracy, and the male power was greedy. A victim of desire, she was promoted to the throne for religious and political reasons, but also for religious and political reasons. After only nine days, she was deposed, and six months after her abdication, she was secretly executed. Sixteen years old.In fact, Jane Grey is generally regarded as a martyr of Protestantism. Her life and death represent the political climate and religious fanaticism of Britain in the 1650s.With just a few words of lyrics, you can hear the heritage and poetry of that era. This kind of unintentional vicissitudes reveals infinite charm in the concise and clear strings of men.This is not the best stage. You can hear the sounds of birds, turbulence, engines, and other environmental sounds around you. You can also hear the slogans of new street sleepers arranged by the camp manager not far behind you. More than a dozen people surrounded this area with Hugo, everyone was whispering and talking in a low voice, even louder than a woman singing, making it impossible to hear the lyrics clearly.This is not the best performer. It is obvious that men and women just sing casually. This is the nature of the Gypsies. During the wandering journey, they pick up their instruments at any time they don't even need instruments. , You can throw into the music. The two people in front of them don't know if they are Gypsies, but the strong bohemian style and the fresh and moving ballads outline the image of the bohemian bard in twos and threes.However, Hugo couldn't help immersing himself in it, because in the soul of that music, he could smell the taste of freedom.During this hike, Hugo met many bards. They may not be professional, they may not be top-notch, but there are fascinating stories in their singing, a melody, a section Lyrics and a piece of music represent a period of life.This is the soul of music.Although this is a folk song, Hugo can feel it. Deep in the soul of the folk song, there is the same uninhibited and unrestrained freedom as rock and roll, and the emotions that can touch the soft heart are the same."We used to do this before, didn't we?" There was a sound in his ear, interrupting Hugo's thoughts, he could not help but suddenly turned his head, and then saw Fujin standing beside him. Fujin seemed to perceive the doubt in Hugo's eyes, and repeated his words, "We used to wander on the road with musical instruments and bring musical notes to every corner."Fujin was talking about the road tour that was first known to people from Glory to Death. It was those wandering years that forged a unique style that was glorious to death. "This kind of arbitrary performance always makes people excited." Hugo nodded, then turned to look at the two people again, and smiles appeared at the corners of his mouth.Many times, they are not performing for performances, just like two people in front of them, a melody emerges in their minds, and then they directly interpret them, enjoying the purest and simplest happiness brought by music in the process of creation and performance. And happiness. Many of the tracks in "Almost Fame" and "Bath in the Morning" all sprouted during those years."If you want, we can try again now. Anyway, we are on the road now." Fujin shrugged and said casually. Fujin turned his head and glanced at Hugo and added, "Anyway. No one will recognize you like this."Hugo now has a beard that covers half of his face, and usually wears a baseball cap. Almost the entire face is hidden. It is really difficult to recognize. At this moment, the performance of the two people just ended, and the scattered audience around clapped. The two people showed their polite smiles to express their gratitude to the audience, but then the two began to talk in a low voice, seemingly again. There are different new ideas.Hugo smiled softly, "But you still recognize me easily." Yesterday, I was abstaining. At the entrance of the drug station, they had no doubt at all, so they determined that the person was Hugo, and he went on to say, "Of course, if we really want this, we can still do it, but the meaning is different."Hugo didn't explain too much, but Fujin understood it all at once. Not to mention how well-known Hugo is now, even the other four members of Glory To Death have wide-ranging reputations. They continue to linger on the streets as they did before, and they will soon attract crowds to come and watchno matter what Is it for their music or to join in the fun? This makes their performances tasteless and loses the randomness and freedom of the two Bohemians in front of them."People standing outside the circle always want to come in; but people in the circle look at the outside world with envy." Fujin sighed deeply. In the past six months, Fujin's feelings have been particularly profound, especially During the period after the Oscar, everything experienced by Glory to death, everything experienced by Hugo, has changed Fujin's understanding of music.This is the siege."Have you talked with Henry? When do you plan to tell him about the band?" Fujin couldn't help lowering his voice, because the two people in front of him began to play again, this time playing a melancholy song Ban, they didn't seem to care about the noise around them at all, they were just completely immersed in the music world. "EMI Records should have been eager for us to enter the studio.""It's not impossible to enter the recording studio now, but I don't want to." Hugo bluntly said his inner thoughts. Although Glory to Death has completed a breakthrough, although he has broken free from the shackles after creating "Navigation , but the recording The room is like an iron box made up of copper and iron walls, completely cut off from the freedom, randomness, looseness, relaxation, and coziness of the entire world.Fujin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn't know whether it was a smile or helplessness. You know EMI will not let us off easily. If you really don't want to, let Henry pretend to be ignorant for the time being. Anyway, you disappear. For a month, no one can find you."Neil and Foggin know the pressure from EMI Records best, because they have been the most dedicated people in the past year-of course, working behind closed doors also makes them even more depressing~www.novelhall.com ~ Since EMI signed a major contract with Glory to Death last year, everyone has been looking forward to the rewards of this contract. It is precisely this is the third watershed for rock bands. People are looking forward to it.As time passed day by day, the pressure on EMI Records increased, Henry's pressure increased, and the pressure on the members of the Glory To Death band also increased.Although Henry never complained to Hugo about these things, even if he would not mention them, Hugo can imagine the tension between EMI and Henry. Before, it was because Hugo had been busy with movies, and he didn't have any clear ideas about the new album, so it was delayed again and again; but now it's different. Hugo has adjusted the status and the band has recovered. So is it really okay to continue to postpone the album?At this moment, the Bohemians were singing softly in front of them, The last thing I heard from him was that it's not far from the end of your life, poor boy, I will travel everywhere in this world. A corner..."A bold idea suddenly popped up in Hugo's mind, "Why should we go back to the recording studio to record? Why can't we record in the city, in nature, in...any corner? We? Why can't we make our album on the road?"
