don't call me singer

Chapter 1062 I can finally let go of singing
Qin Qing's "Jian Jia" was originally a song in "The Book of Songs·Qin Feng", a ballad of Qin.

There are many possibilities for the origin of this song. Some say it satirizes Duke Xiang of Qin, and some say it pursues women, but there is no doubt that it is a very popular poem in the Book of Songs.

From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many people have composed music for this song "Jian Jia".

But just like when Gu Xiaobai brought the song "Yanyan" from ancient times to modern times, when Qin Qing sang this song "Jianjia", many people present had an inexplicable strange feeling.

It seems... this is the original "Jian Jia".

This tune, this way of singing, this voice...

It's like coming from time immemorial.

Qin Qing on the stage, using the dialect of the state of Qin, singing ancient sounds, using his F-level performance skills, hitting scattered and completely out-of-tune sound, accompanies himself, when he sings while knocking, this feeling It's already very strong.

I am used to full arrangements, arranged chords, this kind of primitive, simple, almost a cappella singing voice, why is it so nice?So wonderful?
Listening to Qin Qing's singing will give people a strong feeling.

The human voice is the most powerful musical instrument in the world.

Everything else is superfluous.

Music is alive, and living things always have a strange beauty.

Bright flowers are certainly beautiful, but in the desert, the cacti that grow tenaciously also have a breathtaking beauty that makes people suffocate.

Some people don't need to learn complicated music theory, arrange various harmonies, or even beautiful melodies. They just need to sing, and knowledge of harmony and music theory seems to be invalid.

Some people are completely contrary to common sense.

Backstage, after Jin Donghuan unplugged the microphone, there was only one feeling.

Damn it, luckily I pulled out his microphone!
Otherwise, wouldn't we be doomed?

Then, he saw Qin Qing smiling on the stage.

Hey, is this thing off?

Oh my god, I'm almost suffocating!

Since when did I, Qin Xiaosheng, be so quiet!

Qin Qing took a deep breath, his chest swelled like a drum, and his shabby green robe seemed to be full of air in an instant, automatically without wind, and in the next second, a huge sound wave spread wildly.

If before, Qin Qing's singing was like the earth rumbling, but now, his singing is like a huge planet smashing down head-on!
"The reeds are desolate, and the dew has not yet dawned. The so-called Yi people are in the river..."

Qin Qing's voice became louder and louder, as if there were invisible ripples spreading from his body. His hair, beard, and robe were all trembling in the ripples. Instead of sitting on the ground, he stood up, his eyes wide open, holding the cricket-like building in his hand, and waving it in the air along with the lyrics he sang. To be used as a performance prop.

Qin Qing raised his head while singing, and then narrowed his eyes, showing a look of enjoyment.

His voice spread out from the stage, and then reflected back from all directions in the studio hall.

The resonance and feedback of that voice was something he had never felt before.

In those days, where could one find such a huge unobstructed space that could produce such a completely unfettered echo?

So cool!

I finally had fun singing!
Resounding Ye Xingyun's singing suppressed the audience.

Backstage, all the Korean singers were stunned.

In a venue with thousands of people, without any amplification equipment, singing a song a cappella makes everyone's eardrums hurt. How does it feel?
There is no loudspeaker, just the voice of human beings. The sound field and timbre of the scene are completely different.

This is a completely different experience. Most people in this world may never hear such a singing voice or see such a singer in their lifetime.

That man, he was in tatters and slovenly, but when he sang, he was as gorgeous as a king coming, able to call wind and rain.

Ordinary S-level singers, when they sing, compare their skills, singing skills, and singing quotient.

But he opened his mouth.

That is the Tao.

That's the truth.

That's the bible of the low-mid range.

The people present did not know that the person standing on the stage may be one of the people closest to "becoming a saint through song" throughout the ages. If only in terms of singing talent, he may rank among all singers throughout the ages. in the top five.

Although limited by the times, his singing skills are not well developed.

Modern music theory is rich in knowledge, and modern vocal music theory is developing rapidly.

But modern people must sing better than ancient people?

Singing, in the final analysis, is a kind of talent of human beings.

For some people, he only needs to rely on instinct to go to the extreme of theory.

All the people present lost all their thoughts for a while, they only felt that their knees were going to be broken.

What the hell, what kind of guy is this?
Is this the national team going to the countryside to send warmth?

No, the national team is not so good!
This person can go to give warmth to the national team...

At the end of the song, Qin Qing looked towards the audience.

Everyone stared at him blankly.

Qin Qing thought about it and felt that everyone hadn't heard enough.

Heck, how can the audience not hear enough?

So he opened his voice again: "I will send Xue Tan to Weiyang. Why do you give it away? Take the yellow road car..."

Everyone off the stage was about to applaud, but stopped in a hurry, for fear of affecting Qin Qing's singing.

Sing again?Is this unfinished or something?
They didn't know it at all, but the song had already been changed long ago.

Qin Qing just didn't enjoy singing.

After all, they couldn't understand it. The Book of Songs was difficult to understand, and Qin Qing still used ancient sounds and dialects.

Fortunately, there are still people who understand.

Qin Qing was singing when he saw Tao Ran and Ye Weiyuan coming up from the side.

Two people, one on each side, grabbed his arm and dragged him down.

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai

The place was silent.

After a long, long time, the applause of "huahuahuahua" sounded.

In the studio, there was also a long silence.

"What did I just hear?"

"Trench digging! Awesome!"

"I'm running out of words, why am I not there!"

"Singing without a loudspeaker, it's amazing to be able to sing like this!"

"Convince me, today I have another idol!"

"There are such awesome characters in the Chinese music scene. Where did Uncle Hao find such a character?"

"How can you lose? If you want to lose, you can't lose!"

After arguing for a while, everyone suddenly thought of a problem.

"The microphone was unplugged just now, what we heard was far-field radio."

"Why is there even a problem with the microphone! What the hell are these Koreans doing!"

(End of this chapter)