Chapter 21 God-level scene
A song for myself.
Lights converge on the stage of "Cloud Song Club".
The large screen in the background displays the five-character song title in artistic fonts.
In the center of the field, Zhang Xiyang held a microphone and lowered his head under the gaze of thousands of spectators.
With the cooperation of the live band, the prelude of the song sounded, and the piano sound advanced slowly and low with an inherent graininess. Under the colorful follow-up lights, the past seemed to emerge in front of Zhang Xiyang's eyes like running water.
“I want it but can’t get it…”
Zhang Xiyang opened his mouth, and his voice seemed a bit deeper than the publicly released studio version, so much so that the second line of the lyrics was almost read out.
“Why are you born?”
This act of suddenly losing the melody is handled without any sense of abruptness, just like a dialogue and communication, as if asking yourself, and as if asking the audience.
next moment.
Zhang Xiyang seemed to be asking and answering his own questions, and raised his voice slightly: "I can't bear to let go of it. I just keep talking about the past..."
There were people at the scene encouraging me to cheer for the first two sentences.
At this sentence, the scene had become quiet.
“By the time you realize that time is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices. Love is just a high fever, and missing you is a cough that will not get better..."
The audience was suddenly in a trance.
Many people have not noticed that there are differences between the live version and the publicly released version. Not only the sentence fragments are different, but the intonation has also changed.
If what comes out of the recording studio is a refined version, this scene has a primitive feeling. The less the singer's singing skills are used, the stronger the emotion.
The eyes of the audience gradually changed.
Rather than saying that Zhang Xiyang is singing "Song to Myself", it is better to say that this is just an uncle telling a period of his past on the stage, and he can't restrain himself when his love is strong.
In a trance.
The eyes of the older audience members began to turn red. There was no dust at all, but many people's eyes were captivated.
“It is unforgivable
But it can’t be stopped
Hate climbs over the wall at night
It is empty
but buzzing
Who is playing dirty tricks on you? "
The audience, who already felt deeply for this song, gently sang along with Zhang Xiyang, and their eyes got wet a little while singing. Perhaps it was because most of these people were old and felt the song very deeply.
Zhang Xiyang's words seemed to be like sudden cold shots, shattering the dusty memories and opening doors in the heart.
“The oath of old love is like a slap in the face
Get a slap in the face every time you remember a sentence
Then I couldn’t smell it for several years
Can’t smell the fragrance of a woman…”
In the simple lyrics and the slightly hoarse singing voice, the melody is slightly offset from Zhang Xiyang's voice, but there is no disharmony at all. On the contrary, it highlights a kind of helplessness, with a sob like a cry.
The keyboardist and drummer in the back row exchanged glances.
The band heard the singer's intention and understood each other's intention. The melody actually changed slightly, with some elements of live performance, matching Zhang Xiyang's vicissitudes of singing:
“The past is not like smoke…”
He pulled the microphone close to his mouth, almost as if he had forgotten that he was singing, and just spoke softly, his voice mocking himself and sighing:
“Yes, it is not a virtue to be nostalgic in love.”
In the enlarged image of the singer on the screen behind him, Zhang Xiyang shook his head slightly, but his eyes were red.
The scene became increasingly quiet, and the audience’s eyes were focused on the lights. Although many people had heard this song before, they had a completely different feeling at this moment.
In a flash of thought, everyone finally realized the difference in this version.
Zhang Xiyang's murmurs are his own personal emotions, which are very different from the previously publicly released studio versions. The former is for the public, while the latter only opens his heart and confesses some experiences.
The distance between the singer and the audience is suddenly very close.
And the distance that suddenly narrowed was some young audience members in the audience. They also felt like they were hit at this moment, as if they suddenly understood the song -
It seems that people will always encounter such songs in their lives.
Mingming didn’t think it was anything special when I first listened to it, but when I tasted it again, my mind was swaying until I got deeper and deeper and couldn’t extricate myself.
“It’s a pity that falling in love is not like singing
No matter how serious you are, it will never become your style. Let me ask you, who have you ever let go of missing someone?
Whether you are a repeat offender or have never had a criminal record
The only ones I know are those who are together for a long time
Just like drinking a glass of mild wine, Du Kang's throat was filled with light clouds and the wind was gentle. When he looked back, his eyes were drunk and blurred. More and more viewers had strange expressions, until their eyes were red and tears were streaming down their faces.
“Don’t rush the years
I will not reject what should come
I will give what is due..."
Zhang Xiyang’s voice was very long, and his body was shaking along with it. His shoulders were obviously shaking slightly, but the next voice became shorter and more powerful, as if he was walking through the fog and walking out of a long period of confusion:
“Don’t rush the years!
I won’t chase those who wander away!
I just want to find out the whole story..."
When the singer once again spoke the lyrics in the form of reading and singing, these emotions had infected almost all the audience. Those who were aggrieved, confused, and puzzled gradually got a vague answer.
Just a moment.
Zhang Xiyang's voice rose a little higher again, singing almost word for word: "Her love has been buried in her heart and wiped out for several years, but it still has some power!"
Like the heart, like the long-awaited dew after death;
Like the sunshine after the haze has been swept away;
When the last word echoed, the long vibrato finally shattered the defenses of everyone present. In this colorful moment, no one could remain indifferent.
In the shock of the scene.
Zhang Xiyang's every word is like a progression of emotions, until finally everything breaks down, leaving only the determination to move forward:
“It is unforgivable but unstoppable
Love climbs over the wall at night
It’s empty but buzzing
Who is putting a cold gun in your heart?
The oath of old love is like a slap in the face
Get a slap in the face every time you remember a sentence
Then I couldn’t smell it for several years
Can’t smell the fragrance of a woman
Then I couldn’t smell women’s fragrance for several years…”
The fragrance of a woman turns a thousand times, and the band's coordination has almost reached its peak. There is no need for the singers and musicians to discuss it in advance. The sound of the keyboard suddenly becomes very heavy, and the bass in the same cut follows closely behind, almost performing a harmony. A completely different version of the recording studio.
This is the charm of the scene!
Zhang Xiyang has never been a singer who follows the rules, and the band has never been willing to be a yes-man for the singer. The fierce collision of art is often so unexpected. The sound of the piano and several other electronic instruments are combined together, and the huge emotional impact is strong. , it’s obviously the same song, but it sounds completely different!
Dong dong dong!
The stage exploded with dense drum beats, all the sounds merged and dispersed, the emotions were pushed to the highest peak, and then fell hard from the sky.
Before the song ended, the accompaniment suddenly stopped. Zhang Xiyang raised his head and looked clearly at the audience, but his eyes were unfocused. No one knew who he was looking at.
But not available
Where do you live?
Zhang Xiyang breathed out gently, and the colorful lights reflected on his face. His eyes gradually became focused, but the emotion in his voice was no longer strong and deep. It was like a sentence of relief after seeing through, so light and so heavy:
“In love, there is no one who is wise.”
There was a tear sliding down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away, but subconsciously lowered his head to avoid it, but he didn't avoid the camera's capture of the moment.
The accompaniment sounds again.
It is as low and slow as the prelude, but it has a different flavor that makes people listen carefully to the lingering sound, and it is still full of meaning.
The scene was silent for a few seconds.
Countless viewers in the audience had tears in their eyes.
Under the flickering light, someone subconsciously tried to wipe it with their hands, but their two wrists turned in mid-air amidst the sudden boiling sound. Then hundreds of palms slapped together, gathering like a tide, and then the waves surged.
Backstage.
The manager also clapped his hands red and made a cry with no specific meaning, but in his ears was the host's complicated emotion:
“God-level scene…”
This is indeed an undisputed god-level scene.
If the public version of "Song to Myself" is sung to all audiences, then this version is in the true sense, Zhang Xiyang's song to himself, but when he sang it to himself, he inadvertently moved everyone, no matter who they were. Did you like this song or not?
That night.
Even before "Cloud Song Club" ended, a video suddenly circulated crazily in countless chat groups inside and outside the industry.
Video title: Zhang Xiyang’s god-level scene! !
The content of the video is surprisingly the live version of Zhang Xiyang's "Song for Myself".
Many classic old songs are not popular, but suddenly a singer contributes a god-level performance or a special version, and then sings this song extremely popular, with elements of adaptation, emotion and atmosphere. and the elements of the singer’s personal play, which ultimately led to these achievements.
(End of this chapter)