A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

The camera showed Li Mushang, he finally moved away, looked at the bass in his hand, and started to play.

This is a melody variation, which is quite difficult, but he did it very well.

If you look at the title of the song and think it is a relaxed, happy or literary song, in fact, it feels a little helpless when you listen to it.

Ordinary viewers are fine, but as an industry insider, they feel a little uncomfortable.

The seniors feel powerless and can no longer carry the banner of Chinese music.

Young musicians feel that time is too tight, and there is no time for precipitation and improvement.

According to the normal arrangement, this should enter the climax of the chorus. If you want to drive the emotional adduction and then the explosive rhythm is definitely essential.

When the interlude was over and Chen Jia struck the drum, the drumstick did not fall again.

Uncle Mu Yang and Lao Yang's guitar and keyboard also stopped, the lights dimmed, and their figures disappeared into the darkness.

Only Li Mushang's dim yellow light remained on the stage, which seemed to be going out at any moment.

Disappearing without warning, only the pad melody remained, and Li Mushang swept the strings of the bass with his hands, making a low and uncomfortable sound.

He raised his head high, looked ahead and opened his mouth to sing.

"What is black is not the night, but the long loneliness.

"Look at the darkness under your feet, and the bright stars above your head.

"Sighing that everything in the world can be expected, but true love is the shortest."

"What is lost will never come back, and what is preserved in the world will be returned now."

In the darkness, various instruments gradually joined in again, first drums, then guitars, and keyboards.

There seemed to be a pair of hands behind Li Mushang, dispelling the darkness and giving him strength.

The singing here is quite shocking, the whole tune is the same, high and continuous, almost in the form of shouting.

If there is no iron voice and iron lung, there is no way to sing.

The melody of the accompaniment began to become richer, but Li Mushang's singing did not end, and he put down his hand to play the bass.

The left hand is raised high, the index finger is close to the middle finger, this is his exclusive gesture.

"The enthusiasm of waving the flag and shouting is drifting away with time.

"In the world, there are tragic, joyful and bad dramas, which are continuously broadcast day and night.

"Amorous men and women flying around, love and hate love and parting."

"A generation will eventually grow old, but someone will always be young!"

This chorus is really shocking. The lyrics written by Li Mushang have a high intention, and it can be seen how many dark moments he has gone through, and he is still strong and has a childlike innocence. It is really not easy.

There is trouble in life, but there is more poetry and distance.

Settle the depression in the world, put your dreams in the clouds, look up at the starry sky, and travel to the sky.

The lyrics are gorgeous and have a clear logic and structure. Every sentence has been pondered over and over again. It doesn't look gorgeous.

The last paragraph shocked the soul again and again!
Echoing for a long time, it is unforgettable!

He seems to be telling everyone that rock and roll never dies, it just fades away!

Unconvinced, do not admit it!
But in this era, there are only a few faint stars left!

But just this little bit of starlight can still form a prairie fire, and it will still be bright when the time comes.

This is what Li Mushang wants to express.

After singing, Li Mushang's mood finally changed. He started to play the bass crazily, as if this was the tool for him to express his voice.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to play faster.

Unknowingly, she walked in front of Chen Jia.

This was a segment that was completely absent in the private rehearsal. At this time, Chen Jia was very focused and serious, constantly waving the drumsticks to beat the melody.

The two began to play together in this way, and the speed became faster and faster, and even under the lens of the camera, only the afterimages of their hands could be seen.

This melody echoed the previous part, and Li Mushang did not continue singing.

Singing such lyrics once is enough to penetrate the hearts of the people, and there is no need to sing repeatedly to increase the memory of the audience.

At this moment, Li Mushang realized that something was wrong with the bass in his hand, and the strings got stuck at a critical moment.

He had changed the strings of the guitar before he came on stage, but the bass in his hand belonged to Lao Yang, who is notoriously lazy, and has never maintained it since he bought it.

When it got stuck at a critical moment, Li Mushang only heard a crisp bang, and the strings in the treble part broke.

The voice changed instantly, a little abruptly.

Uncle Mu Yang was the first to notice, and turned to look at Li Mushang, with a worried look in his eyes.

I am constantly praying in my heart, and you must hold on to it at critical moments!
Li Mushang reacted very quickly, and immediately switched parts and chords, stopped playing the high-pitched part, and the second string collapsed.

Now he really wanted to cry, and he scolded Lao Yang countless times in his heart.

At this time, Yang Jinxin also noticed that something was wrong, and the two looked at each other and nodded.

Li Mushang took off the bass that was already bouncing in his hand, stood far away and threw it to Lao Yang, who was not to be outdone, and threw the guitar over as if he was taking revenge.

The audience didn't know that there was an accident on the stage, they thought it was an arranged little Easter egg and they were ecstatic.

Several seniors in the super fan area knew that there must be something wrong with the bass, but the interactive exchange of instruments between the two of them had to be said to be very fast.

Li Mushang took over the familiar guitar, lowered his head, and played it again. Since the bass was silent, he used double strumming, strumming and double-note.

The difficulty of playing has increased by more than one level in an instant. At such a fast speed, the other musicians are scared from ear to ear.

The song enters the final part, the melody begins to fade, and the instrumentation and percussion begin to slow down.

Li Mushang felt that his heart was blocked, the mistake just now made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't find a way to vent it.

After the guitar was removed, at the end of the melody, he suddenly picked up the guitar and slammed it heavily on the brake of the drum kit, with a bang!
The show is officially over.

The four returned to the center of the stage and bowed to express their gratitude. The audience all stood up and made the iconic mockingjay gesture.

The Internet users who watched the live broadcast have already been conquered, and their strength is the best evidence to prove themselves.

If this song cannot be called punk rock, then there will be no punk in China.

The taste is too positive!

The faces of Li Mushang and others on the stage were not very good, and Lao Yang said in a low voice with self-blame all over his face, "Old Li, I'm sorry!"

Li Mushang sighed and patted Lao Yang on the shoulder, signaling him not to feel uncomfortable and blame himself.

It's a pity that it didn't have a perfect performance.

But this is also the charm of the music scene. It is precisely because of its imperfection that people can remember it deeply.

Four people are a team, no matter how something goes wrong, we will carry it together.

The super music fan who spoke this time is the rock queen Siqin Ge Rile, whose fame should be the lowest among Cui Ye, Zhang Yadong, and Ding Wu, but everyone should have heard her songs.

That is "Folk Songs Are Like Spring River Water", which was popular all over the country and even drove the tourism development of a city.