I just want to copy books quietly

These four are already a mark of an era and a symbol of American music.

Even in war-torn Iraq, Somalia where there is not enough to eat, or in the tropical rainforest, people will listen to their music.

There are huge posters of them in the streets and alleys.

Walk into a small, fun café and you might see their photos on the owner's postcards plastered on the wooden walls.

Anyone who wants to write a biography of world pop music can't bypass the four of them.

I Wi aways Love you, Dont cry for me Argentina, My heart wi go on, My a, Hero, When you beve

As long as you are an adult with normal intelligence, you may not have heard all of the above songs.

But it is impossible not to have heard of all of them.

In addition to these four, although there are also some female singers who have won the throne, such as Janet Jackson, Sarah Brightman, Shania Twain, Britney Spears, Ady Gaga, Beyoncé, Taylor Swift special

These female singers are also world-renowned, known as the queens of the international music scene, and have many masterpieces that everyone is familiar with.

But compared to the above four, it is still inferior by more than one grade.

Although Duan Xiaochen is now well-known and extremely popular, and has basically dominated the bulletin boards in the past six months, there is still a big gap from the popularity of Britney Spears back then.

Well, to be fair, it should be enough to reach Adele Adkins' status in the music scene.

After all, Adele is also the one who has won the Grammy. She has won the "Best Pop Female Singer" more than once, and Duan Xiaochen has not yet been officially crowned.

Therefore, let alone comparing with those four legendary queens.

If you are more down-to-earth, Duan Xiaochen should actually aim for Adele, and at most Britney.

But Du Caige firmly believes that Duan Xiaochen has the strength to reach the height of Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston.

As a man after Duan Tian, ​​with such a perfect woman like an angel, she only has him in her eyes and heart, and she is almost overflowing.

But he couldn't give her his full feelings.

No matter how thick-skinned Du Caige is, he still feels a little guilty.

So he can only give her more boost in career to make up for his guilt.

At this time, although the cameras were all focused on Duan Xiaochen, everyone ignored Du Caige, but he didn't care much.

He didn't like to stand in the middle of the crowd, he didn't like to stand in the middle of the stage, and he didn't like to be surrounded by spotlights and microphones.

He just wants to quietly be a behind-the-scenes worker, watching his hard-working works be liked by others, and showing a satisfied smile.

In a sense, Duan Xiaochen is also one of his works, and one of his most outstanding works!

Finally, Duan Xiaochen took his arm contentedly and walked into the Staples Stadium.

Immediately a staff member guided them to the backstage.

Because their performance is at the opening, before the host gives a speech.

So time is not abundant.

At the backstage, they were firmly pressed on the seats by the makeup artist to touch up the makeup, then checked the musical instruments, and made the final communication with the choir and orchestra.

Until Abrams gave them the signal that it was time to play.

Chapter 623 It's Impossible

"Simon, here!" The Herald's senior reporter Gaspek waved.

Simon looked around for a while, quickly saw him, and squeezed hard to this side.

"Damn it, I bet this year's Grammys can set a new record: how many people were trampled to death before the official opening." Simon Songhua, a columnist for the Washington Evening Post and an independent music producer colored tie, complained.

He was a big man, 5-foot-4, 180 pounds, with a wide jaw and thick, curly brown hair that Gaspec envied.

The collar of the collar that was opened by loosening the tie revealed long black body hair.

His nose and ears are large, and his relative eyes are relatively small, giving him a somewhat comical appearance.

"You bet." Gaspek shrugged.

He is a Slav, and his ancestors also have Semitic blood.Almost pale skin, curly hair, deep-set eyes, handsome, strong physique.

"Hey, why did you say, 'you bet'? What does that mean?" Shao Yongshi asked in broken English.

"Emmmm, that expression means, of course, you're right." Gaspick laughed.

"Who is this?" Simon looked at Shao Yongshi.

Seeing that Shao Yongshi was short, thin and plain-looking, he couldn't help but look down a little, and quickly looked away.

"Here's my new friend, Shao. He's a great musician, I've heard his music, it's just amazing, I highly recommend you. You know, Simon, Shao is Hemingway's friend."

Simon showed a "spare me" expression. "Hi Shao, nice to meet you."

Shao Yongshi: "Me too."

After the perfunctory greeting, Simon complained to his friend: "All day today, what I hear in my ears is Hemingway, Hemingway, Hemingway. OH GOD, I'm getting bored to death! Let me slow down Bar!"

Gaspick laughed: "No, you don't have to slow down. The performance of Hemingway and Duan will start immediately. They will bring a new song in the opening performance, but I guess you already know it, after all, your The news has always been well informed."

Simon rolled his eyes wide.

He looked at Shao Yongshi again, "Shao, since you are Hemingway's friend, can you tell us what kind of work is that 'Star sky'? Although I will hear it soon, I am really curious."

Shao Yongshi had embarrassment written all over her face.

He just knew Du Caige, and asked Du Caige for his autograph. At most, he had a few words with Du Caige on the "Music New Power" program.

Usually they don't have any personal friendship, he doesn't even have Du Caige's private mobile phone number!At most, the only way to contact Du Caige's assistant, Brother Fang, is directly.

It’s just that this time he came to watch the Grammys live. He was introduced by a foreign student friend and met Herald reporter Gaspek.

Shao Yongshi borrowed to live on Gaspeck's sofa this time, not to save money.

Saving money comes by the way.

He just wanted to get a taste of the couchsurfing life.

Then, because he was afraid of being looked down upon, in order to pretend to be beeping, he bragged in front of Gaspeck that he and Hemingway were friends.

"When I asked him, he said to keep it secret." Shao Yongshi stammered.

Simon nodded absently: "Oh."

He told Gaspick, "I asked Garrison, and he said he heard a rehearsal."

"Which Garrison?"

"Staff at Staples Field, inspecting and maintaining electrical equipment."

"Oh, what's his comment?"

"He said he had only one word to describe it. 'Shocking.'"

Gaspick whistled, "WOW, I'm getting curious."

Shao Yongshi interjected: "Do you all like Hemingway's music?"

"Of course." The two said in unison.

Simon added: "Who wouldn't like that."

"Ha, speaking of which, I think of a joke," Gaspeck said, "There is a writer in our newspaper called Paulson. I mentioned him to you, do you remember?"

"Remember," Simon nodded, "what happened to him?"

"We chatted in the newspaper office. When we talked about Duan and Hemingway, Duan's voice was very nice. Hemingway is a talented musician. All of Hemingway's works are very nice. Brabla's. Do you know what Paulson said? "

"what did he say?"

"He said that Duan only has a pretty face, God is a girl is noise and garbage, and Hemingway is a dog, what kind of music do Chinese people know."

"Damn racist," Simon yelled, outraged.

It took a lot of effort for Shao Yongshi to understand, and his reaction was a beat slow, before he had time to express his indignation.

"Then I asked him, since you said you don't like Hemingway's music, which of the recent popular music do you like?"

"I bet he has bad taste," Simon said.

"No, on the contrary, I found him to have good taste." Gaspec laughed.

"What music did he say he liked?"

"He smugly said, like, 'Hero' is pretty good."

Simon was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing. "Ha ha ha ha!"

Gaspick threw back his head and laughed too.

Shao Yongshi followed this time and smiled knowingly. "Hero! I love this song!"

"Me too, buddy." Gaspek patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not over. He looked at me defiantly and said, 'What do you think of Hero?' I tried my best not to laugh and said, 'It's okay, is there anything better?'"

"'Yeah, Love story is pretty good too,' he said."

Shao Yongshi and Simon continued to laugh.

"'Not bad, any more?' I asked him."

"He said, 'Emmm, my wife has been listening to When you believe, Let it go and I have nothing, I don't know who sang it, but it's pretty good.'"

Gaspek smiled wryly. "'By the way,' he added at the time, 'I heard a song on the radio while I was in a taxi, and it was soul-stirring. I don't know. Knowing the title of the song, I only know a few lines in it: Every shalala every wo'wo, still shines. Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they're starting to sing, so fine. When they get to the part, where he's breaking her heart, It bsp; really make me cry, just like before, It's yesterday on bsp; more.'”

(Note: The above are the lyrics of "yesterday onbsp; more".)

"Oh God, please don't sing, please? Then you ruined a classic song like this." Simon complained.

Gaspek defended: "I can sing well, just now I was just imitating Paulson's vocals!"

"You sing like a troll, and Paulson sings like a slime," Simon commented.

"Oh, it hurts so much." Gaspek pretended to frowned and covered his heart.

Shao Yongshi was still laughing: "So that Paulson, he slandered Hemingway and Duan while he was slandering. However, his favorite songs were all written by Hemingway and sung by Duan, right?"

"Yeah," Gaspek shrugged, "I'm actually sorry that Hemingway didn't have all the great songs on one album. It should be released separately."

Simon nodded sympathetically: "Those songs are all eligible to compete for the 'Best Pop Song of the Year', or bring Duan the 'Best Pop Female Artist of the Year' crown. If these songs are released in four or five years, said Maybe she can win three or four best female pop singers of the year. It’s too wasteful to release it all at once.”

Shao Yongshi finally found a place to beep, he smiled inscrutablely, raised his index finger and shook, "NO, NO, NO, you are making a mistake."

"What went wrong?"

"Hemingway is not stupid. The reason why he put so many excellent songs in one album and released them all at once," Shao Yongshi said slowly, "is because he still has more excellent songs, which can be released every year." They all release an album with no worse quality than this one."

"This is impossible!" "So it is!!"

It was Simon who said it was impossible.

As a columnist and independent music producer, he knows how high the quality of these songs is.

It can be said that this needs to be "hands-on", the melody and lyrics are excellent, and it is by no means a saliva song that can be created casually.

That's why he said "it's impossible".

Gaspeck, on the other hand, blindly believed in Hemingway, "Hey, Simon, if it was someone else, it would probably be impossible. But he is Hemingway! Hemingway! Dude, trust me, Hemingway can really do it!"

Simon still shook his head: "It's impossible, absolutely impossible."

Gaspick was a little anxious, "How do you believe it?"

After pondering for a while, Simon said: "Unless, his and Duan Waiting's performance can really shock me."

Simon smiled confidently: "But it's impossible! I haven't heard any music? How could I be shocked casually."

"Let's bet," Gaspick said.

"Okay, just bet on the hardcover version of "A Song of Ice and Fire" signed by Hemingway in your collection." Simon said.

"Then if I win, I want the 'We will robsp; you' vinyl record signed by the four members of Ghostface that you snatched at the auction."

"Deal!"

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