Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 653 Blooming
Returning our attention to the music festival, after Liangzi and Ershou took their bows, the live performance was given to the Blooming Band on the Shanhai stage.

For this band, the live fans still have a certain fan base because of their impression of Shengkai. After all, the popularity of "Goodbye Jack" is not ordinary.

After coming on stage, Zhang Ting briefly explained the band's name change and then began to play.

As soon as Ding Tong's clear guitar sound came out, Bian Lang started to enjoy it.

After all, in the eyes of the rock music people of his generation on Earth, Jun Ge is:

I was young, whatever whatever whatever...I did a lot of bad things!

Suddenly: I'm old? Okay, whatever, I really like this kind of ruffian spirit.

Life is meaningless, so enjoy poetry and wine while you’re still alive!

I don't know who said that he was so handsome when he was young, but even if he just stood there and didn't say anything, girls would throw themselves at him.

His songs really give people the feeling that they will never get old!
He is also one of the few rock musicians who does not hide his true colors and still has his own unique style.

Things like "Everything on the rankings is shit!" and "Talent shows are the most fucking boring!" He is the only one who dares to say these things in public.

When the interlude of broken drums sounded, Bian Lang was already ready. He waited for the drum beat to end before singing along with Zhang Ting: "There is no forever, but there is still tomorrow. Maybe everything will change tomorrow... Don't worry, there will be no one to accompany you. I will always accompany you to the end..."

Hearing this kind of chicken soup that encourages people to enjoy life while they can, many rock musicians couldn't help but smile.

This is much more nutritious than what those bloggers say in their heartfelt short videos on the Internet. After all, whether it is the singers or the authors, they are all a group of such people.

"I am not the most beautiful flower, but I will bloom with joy for you, I will..."

When singing this part, Zhang Ting, who was behind the keyboard, jumped up on the stage to the rhythm: "Blooming!"

Then the three sisters sang together: "Blooming!"

Just these two simple words, repeated back and forth between Zhang Ting and the three sisters, sounded like a slogan or a duet of birds in the woods: "Bloom... Bloom... Bloom... Bloom... Bloom... Bloom... Bloom..."

Although it is a new song, with just two simple words, the fans in the audience immediately joined in the chorus after finding the pattern.

"When it comes to stirring up the emotions of music fans, Bian Lang is really good at it!" The commander and a few old friends sitting on the edge of the stage clinked their glasses and toasted the stage opposite.

Zhuanzi also laughed and said, "Really? Someone joked to me before that if we guys sign with the Rolling Stones, it means that the Rolling Stones will take care of us in our old age. But looking at the songs that Bian Lang has come up with, I don't want to get old in another 10 years!"

Pan Jianhu feels the same way: "When I was composing Nanyin, you all said that I was too ambitious. Later, I gradually felt that it was enough to ensure that everyone had enough food and clothing.

Now I wish I were 10 years younger so that I could bring the Rolling Stones to the world’s big stage with Bian Lang!”

After saying this, he stood up suddenly, crouched down, and shouted with Zhang Ting on the opposite stage: "Blooming..."

Du Juan, who was already drinking with him on the stage, glanced at her and said teasingly with a smile: "Virtue!"

Even though Lao Pan is an old rock musician, he rarely does such exciting things under normal circumstances.

At this moment, he seemed like he had been acting like a human for too long, and he longed for a release that was more real than perfect.

Whether on the original Earth or the Blue Water Planet, the post-90s generation likes Korean bands in high school where they take pretense as reality, likes folk music in college where they are in the midst of sad youth, and likes rock music more and more after they start working.

There are as many silent shouts in life and work as there are loud singing at rock concerts.

After listening to "Original Earth" by Wang Feng, I want to bloom; after listening to "Original Earth" by Pu Shu, I want to retire; after listening to "Original Earth" by Xu Wei, I want to go far away; after listening to "Original Earth" by Zheng Jun, I still want to love!

After listening to Cui Jian? Screw him, I can do whatever I want.

Rock music makes you contradictory and conflicted, yet also free and willful.

The older I get, the more I feel that people should live freely.

Watch a rock concert and scream at the top of your lungs. At that moment, you don’t care whether you are beautiful or not, handsome or not, whether you sound good or not, or whether you have a good image or not, because it is real and it is satisfying enough.

Just like the following lyrics: "I harvest happiness, but also harvest torture, everything I do is worth it... Smile brightly, make the world dim, even if you are sad, you must be extremely bright..."

From this Rolling Stone Music Festival to now, the songs created by Bian Lang range from mystery, anger, excitement, passion, youth, sadness... to the simple and pure happiness of today. The variety of his creative themes is really staggering.

Some of those who were still worried about Bian Lang's lack of talent at the Rolling Stone Music Festival last year were really convinced this time. But there are still people who are complaining, but they can't stop Bian Lang from blooming: "I am not the most beautiful flower, but I want to bloom for you, I want..."

"Blooming..."

It was the first time for the three sisters from the Nuzhen band to do this. Although they were not nervous, their bodies were still a little stiff at the beginning. But this time, the three girls have completely let go.

Looking at the images on the monitor, the cameramen were all sighing: "The Rolling Stones are really getting better and better now. They even have triplets for the backing vocals. How can you argue with that?"

After this round of chorus, a drum interlude flashed by. Zhang Ting looked up at the fluttering flags on the flagpoles below the stage with a devout face, and sang affectionately: "Share with you, your tears, your sorrow... your joy, your hope..."

This big guy was projected onto the big screens on both sides. Although Zhang Ting's appearance is far behind Jun Ge's, listening to his song at this moment, it is really the same as what the fans of the original Earth said: "I still want to love!"

After the three girls from Nuozhen sang "Aiya..." four times in unison, Ding Tong, carrying an electric guitar on her back, stepped forward and began to play a solo.

Although the electric guitar's wild, cool and awesome solo is not a lever as in other songs written by Bian Lang, it is still so beautiful and touching in this pop rock song with excellent melody.

Especially when combined with the unpredictable drum beats, the two production bosses at the main control desk started working on merging similar items again.

Olaf: "Elopement?" Liu Ziyang: "It's very similar, but I think it's more like All Good Things Must Come to an End!"

"Yeah, they are indeed very similar! I think we need to classify these songs by Bian Lang, which will help us work more conveniently in the future!"

Liu Ziyang was very supportive of Olaf's proposal, but how to divide it was a problem: "The key is what to call this classification? I think simply dividing it by style is too general... Just talking about punk, New Pants and Hedgehog have two completely different feelings. Metal is even more diverse..."

Olaf frowned when he heard Liu Ziyang's words. The subtext might be: "I was careless!"

But what came out was: "And hard rock and pop rock too..."

At this moment, Zhang Ting's singing voice was heard again.

The girls who were preparing for the performance on the Yunnan stage had already put down their work and waited for this moment to sing along with Zhang Ting: "I am not the most beautiful flower, but I want to bloom with joy for you, I want to...bloom..."

The song ends perfectly with the enduring sound of "blooming".

Looking back on the plastic surgery over the past few days, Bian Lang felt a sense of satisfaction that he had accomplished something great.

Yes, although it has not been a year yet, he has already brought the music of bands such as New Pants, Black Panther, Xie Tianxiao and Cold-Blooded Animals, Beyond, Second-Hand Rose, Mayuan Poets, Pink Floyd... to this blue planet.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad! However, this is far from enough. The recording of Summer of Music has not been completed, the Grammy Awards have not been announced, the Oscar for Best Original Score has not been planned, but the Golden Melody Awards should be no problem.

As for family issues, thinking of Dong Youbian who had been becoming more and more distant from him recently, Bian Lang turned around and waved his hand, scattering these troubles that he himself could not control into the May air.

"Goodbye, Jack... Goodbye my Kerouac..."

The lyrics rang out at this time, with both sides full of enthusiastic fans. Bian Lang was walking alone on the cable protection trough leading to the main control console, waving his hands, with flags above his head reading "Rock will never die" and "Forever young, always with tears in my eyes".

The moment she pressed the shutter, a feeling of discomfort far greater than the sense of accomplishment surged into her heart. Guo Li looked at the back of the man in the viewfinder and suddenly felt that the man she had been following for 10 months was so strange at this moment!

The strangeness was not the identity gap she felt between rock stars and ordinary people, but the sense of alienation that this man was incompatible with the whole world.

Although this music festival, these bands, music fans and workers all gathered here because of him to participate in this unique rock feast, Bian Lang, who should have been sitting on the throne enjoying the glory and applause, was walking alone on the opposite path.

"Damn it! This damn charm..." Although she is no longer at the age where she would be easily aroused, Guo Li still couldn't help but complain!
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When they arrived at the Yunnan stage, the girls from Compass were all ready. When they saw Bian Lang coming, the others were fine, but Yang Meng was quite surprised.

She has been with Rolling Stone for quite some time, but this was her first performance at the Rolling Stone Music Festival. She felt that Bian Lang came just to cheer her up.

The facts were exactly as she expected. After greeting all the girls, Bian Lang walked to Yang Meng. Looking at her slightly trembling left hand, Bian Lang patted her shoulder, then turned and walked towards Su Kan.

Looking at Bian Lang walking towards him, Su Kan asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Brother Lang, are you going to sing?"

Su Kan just asked casually, but she didn't expect Bian Lang to nod and say to her: "Make a violin sound for me..."

Hearing the violin, Su Kan was a little dazed and stayed there for a few seconds before he came to his senses and started tuning the violin for Bian Lang on the keyboard.

Seeing her serious look, Bian Lang thought for a moment and then shook his head and said, "Forget it, just pick up the guitar and play it." After that, he turned and walked towards the guitar stand, picked up the spare Gibson, found a place without wires, sat cross-legged, and began to tune the guitar while thinking about the melody that still lingered in his mind during the walk just now.

I feel like if I don’t sing this song quickly, I won’t be able to perform later tonight.

Of course, it is unlikely that he would perform a song that he has not yet polished with the band on this kind of stage.

A group of girls who all knew what Bian Lang was going to do quickly gathered over. Ding Ding even brought over a tambourine, waiting to assist Bian Lang.

Yang Meng had already taken out her cell phone, but when she saw the cameraman on standby put out his cigarette and ran over here, she thought there was no need to do anything unnecessary.

After Bian Lang tuned up the music, he didn't rush to sing. He asked someone for a glass of Xibiqi, and after taking a sip, he started chatting with the girls: "By the way, Mumian, what's going on with you and Lunzi now?"

For a moment, Mu Mian wondered if she was hallucinating. She felt that as a bassist, this was probably the second most visible time she had ever had when standing with the band.

The first one is naturally when playing the bass solo of "Cold Rainy Night"!
When she heard that Bian Lang actually cared about Mu Mian, although she didn't understand why, these sisters who lived with her day and night snatched away her few bright moments before she could even open her mouth.

Ding Ding: "I feel just like what you said, Brother Lang, stupid and unhappy!"

Su Kan: "Well, Kapok is unhappy!"

Yang Meng: "The wheels are not officially organized, right? Brother Lang, you should just make one for them!"

Mu Mian, who was about to explode with anger, started to curse at the top of her voice: "Why are you guys so gossipy..."

"Oh, Brother Lang is not an outsider! Didn't you say that without Brother Lang, you and Lunzi would be just best friends of the opposite sex at most!"

"Oh, woman!"

Looking at the group of girls chattering and making noise, the cameraman asked awkwardly: "Brother Lang, what is our rule now?"

Bian Lang didn't keep the secret any longer and said to the girls, "I don't mean anything else. I just want to tell you that Rolling Stone is neither a temple nor a nunnery. Don't just spend your days dating musical instruments. If you meet the right one, go for it. If you are bullied, come back and complain..."

The group of girls were confused by Bian Lang's words again. They had no idea what was going on in Bian Lang's wild and imaginative mind.

But when Bian Lang started singing, they all understood:

"This is a season for love... The air is filled with the smell of lovers... It is shameful to be alone..."

(End of this chapter)