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George stared at Lan Li, but he didn't know what to do with Lan Li.
He is a stubborn personality, never knowing to turn, he would rather hit his head and bloody, but he would not hesitate; but obviously, Lan Li is the same.
In this face-to-face confrontation, George finally lost the battle, lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, and took a sulky sip from his wine glass. All the sharpness seemed to disappear in an instant.
This was only the second meeting between Lan Li and George, and each meeting was very short. It might not be more than a quarter of an hour to add up, but he could still feel the loss of George, and the lion with its teeth and claws suddenly became excited. It makes people feel unbearable to feel depressed.
However, Lanly does not intend to compromise because of sympathy and compassion. He is not **** Christ.
Lan Li raised his head and looked at Neil. "Did Ed come over to the bar recently?"
"..." Neil opened his mouth in time, before his voice came out, he was severely cut off by George, "If you care, please contact Ed directly."
George is not so easy to be defeated, otherwise he would not stubbornly wait in Pioneer Village for four months. He turned around and looked at Renly again persistently, "Ed will come to perform every once in a while. , Accumulating experience in live performance, but also drawing inspiration for creation. He is not a genius creator, but he is an excellent narrator. This is his strength."
Lan Li nodded in agreement.
But then George changed the conversation, "I don't understand, why you just don't want to record an album?" After only two sentences, George still didn't hold back and went back to the original point.
Lan Li couldn’t help but laughed and met George’s gaze with a smile, "I don’t think I’m a genius. For me, music is just a hobby. This is New York. There are countless outstanding indie music. I believe. , You will find many great singers who love music."
George could hear that Renly was serious. This made him feel a strong sense of frustration, and it was really uncomfortable. The anger of hating iron and steel was violently stirred in his chest. If he was ten years younger, he would directly raise his fist and teach him a good lesson. The young man had a meal.
"Because what I want to make is your music." George said earnestly, his voice even a little anxious, because he was too anxious, the whiskey in his hand spilled some, and the amber alcohol was spilled on the table, but he didn't have any. He noticed the general, staring at Lan Li with scorching eyes, "Your music has a vicissitudes of life and moving power, just like..."
George thought about it seriously, trying to find the right words, "If you see through the meaning of time and space, it's as if you have regained life after experiencing death. That kind of power is innate, and so is it. The reason why music is moving is that it is different from other art forms. It shows the color from the soul. It cannot be created out of nothing, and it cannot be forced to eliminate."
Rebirth.
However, Lan Li's heart trembled slightly, and the fingers holding the beer glass became slightly moist. He put the beer glass to his mouth and took a big sip. The smoked alcohol became bitter on the tip of his tongue. It turns out that music really comes from the sound of the soul.
George didn't notice the subtle abnormality of Lan Li, and said sincerely and attentively, "If you are willing to record an album, I promise that I will not let those commercial elements corrupt your music."
"In this market, there are already too many music that compromises with the times, bows to the trend, and moves closer to profit. You are not more than you are, and you are less than a lot. I hope that what I record is real and pure. , A voice from the heart." George’s turbid eyes flashed with eager anticipation, "So, there will be no commercial publicity, there will be no sales pressure. It's just a genuine production of an album."
In George's body, Lanly saw Stanley Chalson and also saw himself.
For Lan Li, music is just an interest. Apart from leisure, the interest in passing the time and expressing the mood has been the same since childhood. Even though "Cleopatra" has achieved such excellent results on the bulletin board, Lan Li didn't care too much. It was a gift to Stanley.
He is not a singer, and he will not be. He is an actor, always an actor.
He is willing to lie in the coffin for eight hours in order to be "buried alive". That is his insistence on performance; but he will not inject such strong and passionate emotions on any other hobby.
George and him are the same kind of people.
Lan Li knows exactly how rare George's promise is. It's like "Love is crazy." No company is willing to invest, even independent film companies, because they need to make money. Like Drake, in order to fulfill his promise, he not only needs to use his own contacts, but also needs to pay out of his pocket, just to realize his dream.
Lan Li also knew clearly that for four months, four months of persistence, rain or shine, he could even see George’s long and magnificent life-not to win Grammys, not to sell albums, nor To revive music, just to protect the last piece of pure land deep in my heart, and to live for music.
Lan Li knows more clearly that such a pure dreamer has no room for survival in this cruel reality.
More precisely, Renly saw his future in George. At least, he hopes that it is his own future. He can persevere unswervingly, even fanatically, and stubbornly. On the path he chose, he will walk to the end of his life and burn out the last bit of enthusiasm in the soul. , And then return to silence.
When he stops loving his dream, it is the end of his life. Only freedom and dreams cannot be disappointed.
For him, acting is a dream; for George, music is a dream. The difference is nothing more.
"Good." Lan Li nodded and agreed.
George was stunned, staring straight at Lan Li. He didn’t seem to hear Lan Li’s answer clearly, but he didn’t even ask. He just stared at Lan Li intently, lest he could say something, that would destroy the magical moment just now. .
This look became fragile because it was too long-lived, it began to doubt because it was too excited, and it was motionless because it was too happy, the emotion was too turbulent, and it pressed heavily on Lan Li's chest. He doesn't know whether he can afford this rich and hot dream, but he knows that he has never been alone on the road to chasing dreams.
That was the case in Sundance; so was George in front of him.
Originally, Lan Li only agreed impulsively, but now, he became sure. "I just said, good." Lan Li repeated it again with a smile.
An ecstasy swept over him, and George was a little at a loss. He looked around in a panic, picked up the wine glass and wanted to take a sip, but put it down directly. That dazed look, so sincere, so pure, It's so touching again.
Lan Li took a sip of beer again, the bitterness of the smoke remained, but after swallowing it, the slightest sweetness appeared.
"What do you want?" George finally remembered, his eyes widened, his face bursting into an unprecedented look.
"Copyright sharing? Rejection of commercial activities? Rejection of unreasonable demands from producers? Right to participate in music creation and production? Prohibition of commercial use? Prohibition of excessive commercial packaging? Reasonable recording schedule? I know, I know, you As an actor, I will arrange my time reasonably and will never disturb your normal work."
As he talked, George was immersed in his own world, chattering like a child, and then he raised his head again and looked at Lan Li seriously, "What do you want? I will be satisfied if you say it. you."
Lan Li couldn't help but laughed, raised his hand, half of the hollow beer glass, and flipped it gently, "I thought it was all about music."
George was stunned, and then burst into laughter, "Yes, yes." Nodding repeatedly, "It's all about music."
He just wanted to make a real folk song album, putting aside all commercial considerations, putting aside all marketing plans, and focusing on music with one heart and one mind. Even if a copy can't be sold after the recording is completed, he doesn't care.
He just wants to rediscover his inner passion for music. This feeling is really long gone.
"Please give me the manager's business card, the specific contract ~ www.novelhall.com~ and trivial matters such as record companies, I will contact him directly." As a senior producer, George is naturally about the production process. It couldn't be more clear. It can be seen that Lan Li is also a very pure person and would not be interested in these delicate and peripheral things.
Lan Li lifted the beer glass towards George, showing a big smile, "That would be great."
George also picked up his wine glass, gestured to Lan Li, looked up and poured the whole glass of whiskey directly, after drinking, he placed the glass heavily on the bar, so proud and energetic.
Lan Li also drank the beer altogether, and George's eager voice came in his ear, "Then when can we enter the studio?"
Sure enough, it was impatient.
"Uh... I'm not sure, after the Oscar." Lan Li really has no idea. He is on vacation recently and has no urge to disrupt the plan. Next, he will be busy with a series of awards season banquets, and then the Oscars ceremony. Therefore, in the short term, he really has no ideas.
George couldn't help choking, but this time, he didn't get angry, but comforted himself in a low voice, "Recording an album requires preparation of tracks, and it needs to take time."
For a musician like Lan Li who insists on his own originality, recording an album really can't be too hasty. It takes enough patience to choose the tracks alone.
"Have you insisted on recording the repertoire now?" George changed a topic, but he saw Lanley's paused expression at random, he knew immediately, the answer must be negative, which made George feel very heartbroken. Stop, "Didn't I tell you the last time? The songs you have created are best recorded! Didn't you do this?"
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George stared at Lan Li, but he didn't know what to do with Lan Li.
He is a stubborn personality, never knowing to turn, he would rather hit his head and bloody, but he would not hesitate; but obviously, Lan Li is the same.
In this face-to-face confrontation, George finally lost the battle, lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, and took a sulky sip from his wine glass. All the sharpness seemed to disappear in an instant.
This was only the second meeting between Lan Li and George, and each meeting was very short. It might not be more than a quarter of an hour to add up, but he could still feel the loss of George, and the lion with its teeth and claws suddenly became excited. It makes people feel unbearable to feel depressed.
However, Lanly does not intend to compromise because of sympathy and compassion. He is not **** Christ.
Lan Li raised his head and looked at Neil. "Did Ed come over to the bar recently?"
"..." Neil opened his mouth in time, before his voice came out, he was severely cut off by George, "If you care, please contact Ed directly."
George is not so easy to be defeated, otherwise he would not stubbornly wait in Pioneer Village for four months. He turned around and looked at Renly again persistently, "Ed will come to perform every once in a while. , Accumulating experience in live performance, but also drawing inspiration for creation. He is not a genius creator, but he is an excellent narrator. This is his strength."
Lan Li nodded in agreement.
But then George changed the conversation, "I don't understand, why you just don't want to record an album?" After only two sentences, George still didn't hold back and went back to the original point.
Lan Li couldn’t help but laughed and met George’s gaze with a smile, "I don’t think I’m a genius. For me, music is just a hobby. This is New York. There are countless outstanding indie music. I believe. , You will find many great singers who love music."
George could hear that Renly was serious. This made him feel a strong sense of frustration, and it was really uncomfortable. The anger of hating iron and steel was violently stirred in his chest. If he was ten years younger, he would directly raise his fist and teach him a good lesson. The young man had a meal.
"Because what I want to make is your music." George said earnestly, his voice even a little anxious, because he was too anxious, the whiskey in his hand spilled some, and the amber alcohol was spilled on the table, but he didn't have any. He noticed the general, staring at Lan Li with scorching eyes, "Your music has a vicissitudes of life and moving power, just like..."
George thought about it seriously, trying to find the right words, "If you see through the meaning of time and space, it's as if you have regained life after experiencing death. That kind of power is innate, and so is it. The reason why music is moving is that it is different from other art forms. It shows the color from the soul. It cannot be created out of nothing, and it cannot be forced to eliminate."
Rebirth.
However, Lan Li's heart trembled slightly, and the fingers holding the beer glass became slightly moist. He put the beer glass to his mouth and took a big sip. The smoked alcohol became bitter on the tip of his tongue. It turns out that music really comes from the sound of the soul.
George didn't notice the subtle abnormality of Lan Li, and said sincerely and attentively, "If you are willing to record an album, I promise that I will not let those commercial elements corrupt your music."
"In this market, there are already too many music that compromises with the times, bows to the trend, and moves closer to profit. You are not more than you are, and you are less than a lot. I hope that what I record is real and pure. , A voice from the heart." George’s turbid eyes flashed with eager anticipation, "So, there will be no commercial publicity, there will be no sales pressure. It's just a genuine production of an album."
In George's body, Lanly saw Stanley Chalson and also saw himself.
For Lan Li, music is just an interest. Apart from leisure, the interest in passing the time and expressing the mood has been the same since childhood. Even though "Cleopatra" has achieved such excellent results on the bulletin board, Lan Li didn't care too much. It was a gift to Stanley.
He is not a singer, and he will not be. He is an actor, always an actor.
He is willing to lie in the coffin for eight hours in order to be "buried alive". That is his insistence on performance; but he will not inject such strong and passionate emotions on any other hobby.
George and him are the same kind of people.
Lan Li knows exactly how rare George's promise is. It's like "Love is crazy." No company is willing to invest, even independent film companies, because they need to make money. Like Drake, in order to fulfill his promise, he not only needs to use his own contacts, but also needs to pay out of his pocket, just to realize his dream.
Lan Li also knew clearly that for four months, four months of persistence, rain or shine, he could even see George’s long and magnificent life-not to win Grammys, not to sell albums, nor To revive music, just to protect the last piece of pure land deep in my heart, and to live for music.
Lan Li knows more clearly that such a pure dreamer has no room for survival in this cruel reality.
More precisely, Renly saw his future in George. At least, he hopes that it is his own future. He can persevere unswervingly, even fanatically, and stubbornly. On the path he chose, he will walk to the end of his life and burn out the last bit of enthusiasm in the soul. , And then return to silence.
When he stops loving his dream, it is the end of his life. Only freedom and dreams cannot be disappointed.
For him, acting is a dream; for George, music is a dream. The difference is nothing more.
"Good." Lan Li nodded and agreed.
George was stunned, staring straight at Lan Li. He didn’t seem to hear Lan Li’s answer clearly, but he didn’t even ask. He just stared at Lan Li intently, lest he could say something, that would destroy the magical moment just now. .
This look became fragile because it was too long-lived, it began to doubt because it was too excited, and it was motionless because it was too happy, the emotion was too turbulent, and it pressed heavily on Lan Li's chest. He doesn't know whether he can afford this rich and hot dream, but he knows that he has never been alone on the road to chasing dreams.
That was the case in Sundance; so was George in front of him.
Originally, Lan Li only agreed impulsively, but now, he became sure. "I just said, good." Lan Li repeated it again with a smile.
An ecstasy swept over him, and George was a little at a loss. He looked around in a panic, picked up the wine glass and wanted to take a sip, but put it down directly. That dazed look, so sincere, so pure, It's so touching again.
Lan Li took a sip of beer again, the bitterness of the smoke remained, but after swallowing it, the slightest sweetness appeared.
"What do you want?" George finally remembered, his eyes widened, his face bursting into an unprecedented look.
"Copyright sharing? Rejection of commercial activities? Rejection of unreasonable demands from producers? Right to participate in music creation and production? Prohibition of commercial use? Prohibition of excessive commercial packaging? Reasonable recording schedule? I know, I know, you As an actor, I will arrange my time reasonably and will never disturb your normal work."
As he talked, George was immersed in his own world, chattering like a child, and then he raised his head again and looked at Lan Li seriously, "What do you want? I will be satisfied if you say it. you."
Lan Li couldn't help but laughed, raised his hand, half of the hollow beer glass, and flipped it gently, "I thought it was all about music."
George was stunned, and then burst into laughter, "Yes, yes." Nodding repeatedly, "It's all about music."
He just wanted to make a real folk song album, putting aside all commercial considerations, putting aside all marketing plans, and focusing on music with one heart and one mind. Even if a copy can't be sold after the recording is completed, he doesn't care.
He just wants to rediscover his inner passion for music. This feeling is really long gone.
"Please give me the manager's business card, the specific contract ~ www.novelhall.com~ and trivial matters such as record companies, I will contact him directly." As a senior producer, George is naturally about the production process. It couldn't be more clear. It can be seen that Lan Li is also a very pure person and would not be interested in these delicate and peripheral things.
Lan Li lifted the beer glass towards George, showing a big smile, "That would be great."
George also picked up his wine glass, gestured to Lan Li, looked up and poured the whole glass of whiskey directly, after drinking, he placed the glass heavily on the bar, so proud and energetic.
Lan Li also drank the beer altogether, and George's eager voice came in his ear, "Then when can we enter the studio?"
Sure enough, it was impatient.
"Uh... I'm not sure, after the Oscar." Lan Li really has no idea. He is on vacation recently and has no urge to disrupt the plan. Next, he will be busy with a series of awards season banquets, and then the Oscars ceremony. Therefore, in the short term, he really has no ideas.
George couldn't help choking, but this time, he didn't get angry, but comforted himself in a low voice, "Recording an album requires preparation of tracks, and it needs to take time."
For a musician like Lan Li who insists on his own originality, recording an album really can't be too hasty. It takes enough patience to choose the tracks alone.
"Have you insisted on recording the repertoire now?" George changed a topic, but he saw Lanley's paused expression at random, he knew immediately, the answer must be negative, which made George feel very heartbroken. Stop, "Didn't I tell you the last time? The songs you have created are best recorded! Didn't you do this?"
The heart hurts so much that I can't breathe. ()
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George stared at Lan Li, but he didn't know what to do with Lan Li.He is a stubborn personality, never knowing to turn, he would rather hit his head and bloody, but he would not hesitate; but obviously, Lan Li is the same.In this face-to-face confrontation, George finally lost the battle, lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, and took a sulky sip from his wine glass. All the sharpness seemed to disappear in an instant.This was only the second meeting between Lan Li and George, and each meeting was very short. It might not be more than a quarter of an hour to add up, but he could still feel the loss of George, and the lion with its teeth and claws suddenly became excited. It makes people feel unbearable to feel depressed.However, Lanly does not intend to compromise because of sympathy and compassion. He is not **** Christ.Lan Li raised his head and looked at Neil. "Did Ed come over to the bar recently?""..." Neil opened his mouth in time, before his voice came out, he was severely cut off by George, "If you care, please contact Ed directly."George is not so easy to be defeated, otherwise he would not stubbornly wait in Pioneer Village for four months. He turned around and looked at Renly again persistently, "Ed will come to perform every once in a while. , Accumulating experience in live performance, but also drawing inspiration for creation. He is not a genius creator, but he is an excellent narrator. This is his strength."Lan Li nodded in agreement.But then George changed the conversation, "I don't understand, why you just don't want to record an album?" After only two sentences, George still didn't hold back and went back to the original point.Lan Li couldn't help but laughed and met George's gaze with a smile, "I don't think I'm a genius. For me, music is just a hobby. This is New York. There are countless outstanding indie music. I believe. , You will find many great singers who love music."George could hear that Renly was serious. This made him feel a strong sense of frustration, and it was really uncomfortable. The anger of hating iron and steel was violently stirred in his chest. If he was ten years younger, he would directly raise his fist and teach him a good lesson. The young man had a meal."Because what I want to make is your music." George said earnestly, his voice even a little anxious, because he was too anxious, the whiskey in his hand spilled some, and the amber alcohol was spilled on the table, but he didn't have any. He noticed the general, staring at Lan Li with scorching eyes, "Your music has a vicissitudes of life and moving power, just like..."George thought about it seriously, trying to find the right words, "If you see through the meaning of time and space, it's as if you have regained life after experiencing death. That kind of power is innate, and so is it. The reason why music is moving is that it is different from other art forms. It shows the color from the soul. It cannot be created out of nothing, and it cannot be forced to eliminate."Rebirth.However, Lan Li's heart trembled slightly, and the fingers holding the beer glass became slightly moist. He put the beer glass to his mouth and took a big sip. The smoked alcohol became bitter on the tip of his tongue. It turns out that music really comes from the sound of the soul.George didn't notice the subtle abnormality of Lan Li, and said sincerely and attentively, "If you are willing to record an album, I promise that I will not let those commercial elements corrupt your music.""In this market, there are already too many music that compromises with the times, bows to the trend, and moves closer to profit. You are not more than you are, and you are less than a lot. I hope that what I record is real and pure. , A voice from the heart." George's turbid eyes flashed with eager anticipation, "So, there will be no commercial publicity, there will be no sales pressure. It's just a genuine production of an album."In George's body, Lanly saw Stanley Chalson and also saw himself.For Lan Li, music is just an interest. Apart from leisure, the interest in passing the time and expressing the mood has been the same since childhood. Even though "Cleopatra" has achieved such excellent results on the bulletin board, Lan Li didn't care too much. It was a gift to Stanley.He is not a singer, and he will not be. He is an actor, always an actor.He is willing to lie in the coffin for eight hours in order to be "buried alive". That is his insistence on performance; but he will not inject such strong and passionate emotions on any other hobby.George and him are the same kind of people.Lan Li knows exactly how rare George's promise is. It's like "Love is crazy." No company is willing to invest, even independent film companies, because they need to make money. Like Drake, in order to fulfill his promise, he not only needs to use his own contacts, but also needs to pay out of his pocket, just to realize his dream.Lan Li also knew clearly that for four months, four months of persistence, rain or shine, he could even see George's long and magnificent life-not to win Grammys, not to sell albums, nor To revive music, just to protect the last piece of pure land deep in my heart, and to live for music.Lan Li knows more clearly that such a pure dreamer has no room for survival in this cruel reality.More precisely, Renly saw his future in George. At least, he hopes that it is his own future. He can persevere unswervingly, even fanatically, and stubbornly. On the path he chose, he will walk to the end of his life and burn out the last bit of enthusiasm in the soul. , And then return to silence.When he stops loving his dream, it is the end of his life. Only freedom and dreams cannot be disappointed.For him, acting is a dream; for George, music is a dream. The difference is nothing more."Good." Lan Li nodded and agreed.George was stunned, staring straight at Lan Li. He didn't seem to hear Lan Li's answer clearly, but he didn't even ask. He just stared at Lan Li intently, lest he could say something, that would destroy the magical moment just now. .This look became fragile because it was too long-lived, it began to doubt because it was too excited, and it was motionless because it was too happy, the emotion was too turbulent, and it pressed heavily on Lan Li's chest. He doesn't know whether he can afford this rich and hot dream, but he knows that he has never been alone on the road to chasing dreams.That was the case in Sundance; so was George in front of him.Originally, Lan Li only agreed impulsively, but now, he became sure. "I just said, good." Lan Li repeated it again with a smile.An ecstasy swept over him, and George was a little at a loss. He looked around in a panic, picked up the wine glass and wanted to take a sip, but put it down directly. That dazed look, so sincere, so pure, It's so touching again.Lan Li took a sip of beer again, the bitterness of the smoke remained, but after swallowing it, the slightest sweetness appeared."What do you want?" George finally remembered, his eyes widened, his face bursting into an unprecedented look."Copyright sharing? Rejection of commercial activities? Rejection of unreasonable demands from producers? Right to participate in music creation and production? Prohibition of commercial use? Prohibition of excessive commercial packaging? Reasonable recording schedule? I know, I know, you As an actor, I will arrange my time reasonably and will never disturb your normal work."As he talked, George was immersed in his own world, chattering like a child, and then he raised his head again and looked at Lan Li seriously, "What do you want? I will be satisfied if you say it. you."Lan Li couldn't help but laughed, raised his hand, half of the hollow beer glass, and flipped it gently, "I thought it was all about music."George was stunned, and then burst into laughter, "Yes, yes." Nodding repeatedly, "It's all about music."He just wanted to make a real folk song album, putting aside all commercial considerations, putting aside all marketing plans, and focusing on music with one heart and one mind. Even if a copy can't be sold after the recording is completed, he doesn't care.He just wants to rediscover his inner passion for music. This feeling is really long gone."Please give me the manager's business card, the specific contract ~ www.novelhall.com~ and trivial matters such as record companies, I will contact him directly." As a senior producer, George is naturally about the production process. It couldn't be more clear. It can be seen that Lan Li is also a very pure person and would not be interested in these delicate and peripheral things.Lan Li lifted the beer glass towards George, showing a big smile, "That would be great."George also picked up his wine glass, gestured to Lan Li, looked up and poured the whole glass of whiskey directly, after drinking, he placed the glass heavily on the bar, so proud and energetic.Lan Li also drank the beer altogether, and George's eager voice came in his ear, "Then when can we enter the studio?"Sure enough, it was impatient."Uh... I'm not sure, after the Oscar." Lan Li really has no idea. He is on vacation recently and has no urge to disrupt the plan. Next, he will be busy with a series of awards season banquets, and then the Oscars ceremony. Therefore, in the short term, he really has no ideas.George couldn't help choking, but this time, he didn't get angry, but comforted himself in a low voice, "Recording an album requires preparation of tracks, and it needs to take time."For a musician like Lan Li who insists on his own originality, recording an album really can't be too hasty. It takes enough patience to choose the tracks alone."Have you insisted on recording the repertoire now?" George changed a topic, but he saw Lanley's paused expression at random, he knew immediately, the answer must be negative, which made George feel very heartbroken. Stop, "Didn't I tell you the last time? The songs you have created are best recorded! Didn't you do this?"The heart hurts so much that I can't breathe. Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Reading URL of Biquge Mobile Version:
