Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 837 The King of Avant-garde Rock

Bian Lang is not a prophet, and there are no external signs that he needs to use this song to help the Rolling Stones prove something.

The reason why I chose David Bowie as the ending of this show is that I personally think that David Bowie is the most suitable for the city of London and the current musical style of the Rolling Stones.

After all, people cannot define David Bowie's music as any type of rock music, but this does not prevent people from realizing how unique, gorgeous, shining and intelligent David Bowie is.

Although Bian Lang can't handle Bao Ye's makeup, he is absolutely confident in the field of pure music. Maybe from Bao Ye's perspective, Bian Lang is Ziggy Stardus.

As for why I chose this song, it was probably because it was the song that Bian Lang listened to the most during his last time on the original Earth, and it is also one of the songs that is most likely to make people burst into tears.

This is also a song that Bian Lang believes has lyrics that are comparable to the artistic conception of Chinese rock music!

The word "Suicide" is in the song title, so naturally the fans' attention is different. The word "suicide" at the beginning of a rock song is so unbelievable that no one would believe it if they said it didn't have some hidden meaning or was not planned.

But there haven’t been any similar scandals exposed in the rock industry recently…

While everyone was discussing this, I put down my G-Force and replaced it with an Ovation. I directly borrowed a line from a former Earthling's comment on David Bowie as my opening remark: "Close your eyes, and what you hear is the cry and hum of loneliness, like a smear of paint on the face."

Then the strumming sound of the electric guitar, like the opening gong of a big opera, tore through the air of the theater, and the notes began to flow and echo.

It's like a flame that lights up in the dark. After lighting a cigarette, wait for someone to enjoy the rich aroma.

The spotlight made Bian Lang's heroic face, which was as sharp as a knife and an axe, look like a marble sculpture. Then, his old voice, which seemed to have been precipitated by years, sang with the accent of the eastern suburbs of London tens of thousands of kilometers away:
"Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth...You pull on your finger, then another finger, then cigarette...The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget..."

(Time handed you a cigarette, and then you put it between your lips and savored it carefully, twirling it with your fingertips, and finally you took the cigarette off, facing the empty wall, you seemed a little hesitant, and finally chose to forget...)
The distorted sound from the electric guitar in Dili's hand makes the atmosphere more like the monologue of a person who has experienced it all and has gained enlightenment.

"Ohhh how how how..." accompanied by the sound of the bass drum, a recitation that is like a warning to the world, following the "smoke", completely blends into the air: "you're a rock 'n' roll suicide..." (Oh dear, you are committing suicide in a rock style)

Although he had said it many times, Olaf still muttered again in the gap between sweeping lines: "It's ok that Chinese lyrics can be used as poems, but now you even use English."

Of course, Thor didn't know Bian Lang's Chinese lyrics that were as beautiful as poetry, but when he heard these lyrics, he was thousands of times more shocked than Olaf: "Wave is also a poet?"

Regman beside him also nodded with a wry smile: "Based on these few sentences, I feel that playing music may have delayed his winning of the Nobel Prize in Literature!"

If his colleagues from the original Earth were here, they would probably add, "We're just getting started! Bob Dylan, the real Nobel Prize winner and big shot, hasn't even shown up yet!"

At this moment, Thor saw Bian Lang's eyes sweeping towards them and continued to sing: "You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it...And the clock waits so patiently on your song...You walk past a cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long..."

(You are getting old and it is hard to let go, but you are powerless to venture out. The clock keeps ticking, waiting for you to finish singing this song... You pass by a coffee shop but have no appetite because you have lived too long)
These heart-breaking truths were something that Thor and the other three old men would never hear said to their faces. Even if they occasionally heard words or songs, they would just pass by and not stay to get angry.

But at the scene today, Bian Lang's evil voice could not be blocked or driven away, and it is estimated that its aftereffects will certainly be considerable.

At the moment when the sublimating drum and electric guitar sounds stopped, Bian Lang paused for a beat and then said like an old friend chatting: "Oh, no, no, no..."

As a result, Thor and the other two subconsciously laughed bitterly and sang along to themselves: "You're a rock 'n' roll suicide..." (Oh, no no no, you are a rock 'n' roll suicide)
Faced with this musical style that he himself found difficult to judge, the poetic lyrics that spoke so truly from his heart, and the feeling of indifference to life and death that completely transcended his age when Bian Lang sang, Thor felt like he was back in the 70s when he started playing rock and roll.

Thor believed that he couldn't be wrong about this unique accent that only old songs and old rock musicians could exude!

“But why is it that Wave is only in his 30s, but as soon as he started singing this song, I felt like he was an old friend in the industry that I had forgotten for many years!”

When the strumming sound started again, the cheers from the fans in the venue livened up the atmosphere again.

Many old rock fans have the same idea as Thor. Although they also can't tell how to classify this style, it sounds like the old-school rock music of the last century.

Before the cheers faded away, the jazz drum beats and the long notes of the saxophone began to play along with the atmosphere of the old times.

Bian Lang's voice became more interesting: "Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road, But the day breaks instead so you hurry home...

Don't let the sun blast your shadow, Don't let the milk float ride your mind, They're so natural - religiously unkind...

(When you stumble across the road, the brakes of the Chevrolet roar so sharply, and the dawn comes suddenly in a hurry. You should go back to the house early, don't let the sunlight shatter your figure, don't let trivial things like the milk truck dominate your thoughts, you are unpretentious, unkind in the religious sense...)
After singing this line, a template for the image of any frustrated person is formed. The following words are somewhat inflammatory and persuasive, as if paving the way for an upcoming climax.

Be it the lyrics, the pronunciation or the gradually rising pitch, they are always reminding the fans to be ready for the climax.

Of course, Bian Lang will not disappoint everyone, with his smoky voice, he does not leave any room for cover singing:

"Oh no love! you're not alone..."
It is this sentence "you're not alone" that has brought tears to the eyes of many fans of the original Earth! In a sense, this sentence "you're not alone!" sounds more realistic than "I sigh that everything in the world can be hoped for, but true love is the shortest..."
This may be the reason why many Chinese people on Earth do not like to follow Chinese rock. Some metaphysical things are too metaphysical and ignore the impact that real emotions can have on the audience.

Therefore, Bian Lang's shouting at the top of his lungs is also an outburst of real emotion: "You're watching yourself but you're too unfair...You got your head all tangled up but if I could only...make you care..." (Even if you are a critical soul, don't be so harsh. Your thoughts are in a mess, but how can I make you change your mind...)
When he was singing in high spirits, Bian Lang took off his electric guitar, removed the microphone, walked to the edge of the stage, and roared like a general making the final mobilization before the battle: "Oh no love! You're not alone..."

Along with the roar of the waves, there are also several chorus singers singing in different tones, just like a group of generals behind the general, all using their lives to assure you: "Dear, you are not alone!"

"No matter what or who you've been, No matter when or where you've seen, All the knives seem to lacerate your brain, I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain..."

(No matter who you have become, no matter what hardships you have experienced, even if those blades seem to be cutting your brain, I know what to say to you, I believe this can help your pain...)
After putting down his guitar, Bian Lang no longer looks like a rock singer, but more like a speaker fighting for a certain belief.

His every move, every look, every wave of his hand, even the moment when veins popped up on his face, all touched the hearts of the 2000 fans present!
This might be something called personal charm that only exists in a small group of people...

At the moment when the accompaniment was in vain again, Bian Lang pointed at all the fans in the audience and said in a deafening voice: "You're not alone..."

Before the tail note faded away, the two circles of light shining on Dili and Strauss suddenly increased a bit. The two great guitarists of the Rolling Stones began the final epic chorus accompaniment with two main parts that seemed to be the lead singer and the chorus.

Hearing the opening chord, Thor blurted out, "I have a feeling this interlude will..."

Before he could even utter the next word, Bian Lang's "speech" that sounded like a pre-war mobilization began again:

"Just turn on with me and you're not alone, Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful)..."

(Let us face it together, then we won’t feel that kind of emptiness. Please give me your trust, and you will never feel lonely again.)

Facing such a wave of excitement on the stage, and looking at the fans who were "incited" and almost crazy, Kyle blurted out something that someone like him shouldn't say in public:

"If Wave stops singing rock music and becomes a politician in the US, and uses this song to campaign or give speeches, there will probably be no chance for that white-haired gorilla!"

Adams nodded in agreement and said, "No wonder CAA is so nervous. If my DGM is also a tool of someone, then I must be more decisive than CAA!"

"Hahaha! Adams, this is really confusing. CAA doesn't know this yet! I'm looking forward to seeing how they respond after seeing this."

This is also what Sharma was thinking in his heart. Faced with such a wave of criticism, how should CAA deal with it?
With this kind of song, if it were played in the United States, where the air is filled with the sweet scent of freedom, it might be a bit difficult to kill a white-haired gorilla, but it should be no problem to create a general circumference or something.

Of course, Bian Lang's performance is absolutely worthy of their comments, and the enthusiasm he continues to give is only stronger than those success lecturers who make hundreds of millions of dollars in one go!
“Let's turn on and be not alone (wonderful), Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)…” (We will fight side by side, go to the other side together, give me your hands, you are really perfect…)
Watching Bian Lang's passionate performance on the stage, Chen Shuting had some bad thoughts in her mind: "If Bian Lang were to engage in CX or host a pig-killing scheme, how many people would go bankrupt with his infectious power!"

No wonder she thought this way, it was the reaction of the fans at the scene that gave her this wrong illusion!

At this moment, the fans in the audience were all excited and raised their hands to perform the metal salute. With their limited strength and hoarse voices, they followed the subtitles on the screen and screamed:
"Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)......"

Especially the last sentence “wonderful”. Even a lecturer with 20 years of experience in successful sales promotion could not have the expressiveness and appeal that Oh Bianlang has now!

As Hatter and the others followed suit and shouted, an inexplicable urge rose in their hearts...

That is, as long as Bian Lang gives an order, no matter what they are told to do, they will rush forward without hesitation! And it is not the kind of obedience that a superior gives orders to a subordinate, but a desire to follow and believe from the bottom of their hearts...

Let’s work together to achieve higher and farther ideals!

It may not be an exaggeration to call Bian Lang the spiritual leader of rock at this moment!

After all, this is the work of a man whose posthumous work won five Grammy Awards!
In the 70s, Bao Ye was awesome in the field of art rock, not inferior to Pink Floyd. Ziggy is not in vain, Heroes>The Wall.

Bao Ye's performance declined in the later period, but he was still able to produce "Outside" (1995). The style of this album was too weird, which led to commercial failure, but the quality itself was very good.

"Blackstar" (2016) is an excellent album. If the Beatles and the Velvet Underground are the highest mountains in rock music, then Bowie may be the longest river.

However, Bao Ye suffers from his not-so-good voice, so his commercial performance has not been very good. In terms of album sales alone, glam rock is far inferior to Queen, and art rock is far inferior to Pink Floyd. The lead singers of these two bands have really good voices.

For ordinary listeners, few of Bao Ye’s songs are good if you only listen to the vocals, but his arrangements, concepts, lyrics, etc. are all quite sophisticated, and they are also the existence that transcends an era.

In addition, although Bao Ye's music is quite avant-garde and alternative, his three best friends Lou Reed, Iggy Pop and Brian Eno are still better in terms of avant-garde and alternative.

It feels like almost all avant-garde alternative music after the 70s has to recognize these four people as their ancestors.

So at this moment, Bian Lang, who is possessed by Bao Ye, is completely the leader of this scene, the king of avant-garde rock music!

So, at this moment, Bian Lang also stretched out his hand to all the fans in the audience and sang: "Oh, gimme your hands..."
(End of this chapter)