The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1292 Comprehension

The collision and entanglement of string sounds are stirring in the air, light and cheerful, bright and sad. The notes that flow freely and endlessly collide with each other, sparks bloom proudly, and the whole world begins to spin, like the hem of a skirt flying up with the dance steps, fluttering freely.

Everything is so simple and so pure.

Standing in the crowd, Hunter couldn't help holding his breath and staring at the surveillance screen intently, afraid of missing any details; but between the rush and bloom of the music, he slowly closed his eyes and listened attentively, feeling the melody jumping on his skin with his ears, heart and soul.

Lightness. Carefreeness. Joy. Happiness——

Just for the enjoyment of the performance.

Bitter. Sad. Sigh. Helpless——

The complexity hidden behind the melody slowly spreads out on the tip of the tongue.

This is the magic of music.

Hunter would not say, this is Johnny Cash. He knew and clearly identified that this was not Johnny Cash. However, truly excellent music has soul. It is inherited from Johnny Cash and blooms proudly with his own soul as the soil, interpreting and performing a new and unique charm.

Maybe, it's not Johnny Cash, but it's good music all the same.

A feeling of warmth and emotion surged in my chest.

In fact, Hunter was going to raise an objection.

Are the crew amateurs? Didn’t they conduct an in-depth investigation?

Johnny went to Sun Records for an audition, but gospel music was rejected. However, he still impressed the legendary Sam Phillips with a self-written song.

That song was, "Cry, Cry, Cry," another legendary track and Johnny's first single released on Sun Records.

Not “Folsom Prison Blues.” That song was released in 1955, two years before now, and it kicks off Johnny’s peak.

Hunter could understand why the crew chose "Folsom Prison Blues". This song played a very important role in Johnny's career and was also an important coordinate that defined Johnny's career and was widely circulated. However, the crew did not respect the facts or Johnny. In Hunter's opinion, this was a pity.

If Hunter doesn't know, then forget it.

The point is that this is not a secret among Johnny Cash's fans, and many people know about it.

Hunter believes that the film will be met with a lot of criticism after its release.

No respect for facts.

If the creative team arbitrarily changes the lives of real people and fabricates stories, then why bother making a biographical film?

Let’s not talk about other people for now. Hunter was not happy anyway. He didn’t like others to casually change Johnny Cash’s life, at least the part he knew.

but now?
Hunter fell silent, lost in the melody, and let his thoughts flow.

Those melodies, those performances, even without singing, can still feel the passion and enthusiasm between the strokes of the strings, which makes one's blood boil.

In a trance, Hunter understood something.

Everything, as Sam Phillips said, he longed to see Johnny Cash's edges and colors. If this was the most important song in Johnny Cash's life, if this was the song Johnny Cash presented to God, if this was the song that defined Johnny Cash as a singer -

Then, it should be "Folsom Prison Blues". In this song, not only Johnny's musical talent is displayed, but also Johnny's courage and faith, and also the world that Johnny saw during his growth process -

We always habitually resist those painful and dark memories, but the cruelest and most absurd fact in reality is that it is precisely these pains that make us who we are, polishing and carving out our own edges bit by bit; at the same time, the best soil for artistic creation is also those pains and sorrows.

Happiness often does not give birth to true masterpieces of art.

Only suffering. Suffering is the breeding ground for art.

Therefore, Johnny Cash dared to face his own wounds and darkness, which gave birth to the most beautiful and moving works in his career.

It is for this reason that the "Walk with the Song" crew chose this song as Johnny's audition song, not because it is the most famous and important, but because it can show the real Johnny.

Moreover, this was an important turning point in the first half of Johnny’s musical career, representing his maturity and transformation in terms of his creative process.

Everything happens for a reason.

What's more, the performance before his eyes was so moving and sincere that Hunter couldn't help but immerse himself in it, unable to extricate himself from the melody.

It has been six months since Johnny Cash passed away, but for Hunter, it is still a fact that is hard to accept. He misses Johnny's performances, he misses listening to Johnny's songs live, and he misses the times when Johnny used music to soothe his soul.

Until this time.

Those notes, those melodies, flowed along the ravines of the heart like a trickle, gently and delicately healing the wounds hidden in the corners. The slight pain made Hunter's eyes well up with warmth, and he seemed to have rediscovered the emotion of listening to Johnny Cash live.

Hunter looked a little embarrassed.

He quickly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, wiped his cheeks to hide his embarrassment. He could not betray Johnny Cash. How could an actor's performance be compared with that of his idol?
Hunter noticed Cody's gaze inadvertently and noticed his embarrassment.

Hunter quickly looked away, looking to the side and around to hide his embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Hunter noticed that the people around him had all quieted down. There was no noise, no irritation, no impatience, nothing. Everyone was staring at the monitor intently. Even if they couldn't see the screen clearly, they pricked up their ears and listened attentively, immersed in the music.

Those faces don't lie.

The world was silent, with only the melodious and moving melody coming from the Sun Records.

Time flows by, but it is hard to tell whether it is flowing forward or backward. In a trance, it seems to have returned to half a century ago.

On an ordinary morning, a salesman put on his black shirt and nervously and stiffly went to Sun Records. He had his own musical dream but was too shy to speak it out. He gave himself a chance and stood in front of a complete stranger to perform his own creation.

Before this, he had never performed for any strangers, including his wife and his best band members, but he finally took the step.

The rest, is history.

It is conceivable that on that morning half a century ago, no one noticed this scene, and even if they did, they would not have cared; but on this morning half a century later, people stood beside the long river of time and witnessed the birth of history with their own eyes. The magic and beauty made their hearts surge uncontrollably.

The melody is still playing.

The performance continues.

Unconsciously, the boundary between reality and drama has completely disappeared. No one notices or cares whether it is a movie or life.

(End of this chapter)