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Simple and pure, so clean that there is no modification, the vicissitudes of life and hoarse voice are softly humming moving poems, there are no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, no storms, just a faint emotion, a little sadness, a little bitterness, a little regret, A little sigh...like an elf with flapping wings, flying up and down between the verdant forest and the dazzling sunshine, caught off guard, and hit the softest part of the heart so fiercely, not yet Before he could react, his vision was blurred.
Everyone can sing, but not everyone can tell stories with singing, and not everyone can touch their souls with singing.
The performance of a song was over, Lan Li held the guitar and sat quietly on the chair without speaking. The entire recording studio also became quiet, and the tranquil mood slowly spread in the air, as if time had lost its meaning.
"...Very good." The man sitting in front of the sound console opened his mouth, his voice was a bit hoarse, and some nasal sounds could be heard faintly, but he immediately realized his mistake-Lan Li couldn't hear him. He quickly pressed the red button on the desktop, and said into the microphone, "Very good. I mean, very good." The same words were repeated several times, a little confused, he released his right hand, but immediately followed Pressed again, "Len Li, when was this song composed?"
"Not long ago. A song written by a parent to a child." Lan Li's voice was slightly lost, as if he fell into his own memories.
The inspiration for this song came from Derek and Ally. In them, Lan Li saw the shadow of Ding Yanan.
Parents are always like this, carefully caring for their children, waiting for them all their lives, but because they are too sincere, they are at a loss, lest they make a mistake, they will never be able to recover. One day, it suddenly became clear that life cannot be planned, and the future is unpredictable. Instead of being restrained and standing still, it is better to fly the children’s wings, wait carefully behind them, and use both hands to support them in a stable world and keep them in the storm. Soaring in the middle, injured, tired, and lonely, still able to find a habitat to escape the squalls of the world.
In the last life, after the doctor pronounced the result of high paralysis, he began to blame his mother, hate her, and blame her. He refused to eat, refused to open his mouth, refused to talk, and even refused to open his eyes. He was like an ostrich, trying to bury his head under the sand, but closing his eyes was his only way out.
In the face of his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up. She waited by the hospital bed without any regrets, taking care of his daily life, silently bearing the grievances and pain emanating from him until he was tired. , Tired, figured it out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want to drink water." It was the first time in a month that he spoke to her. It was hard and it was not warm at all.
She silently prepared warm water, plugged in the straw, and served him after drinking the water. She wanted to leave but didn't dare to go far, and finally just walked to the window sill. Gritting her teeth, letting the tears fall, she just cried so quietly. It was the first time he saw her fragility after the car accident. She hugged her arms tightly, and her thin shoulders were almost about to be affected. The dazzling sunlight swallowed, crying so much that he couldn't help himself, but there was no sound at all.
Heather is like this, so are Derek and Ally. Their greatest wish is that Heather can recover, but this wish is difficult to reach the sky. The only thing they can do is to build a shelter for Heather with both hands, hoping that smile and happiness can return to Heather’s face. On this thorny road of life, firmly move towards the future every day.
People are always like this, trapped in their own world, unable to get rid of the fog, only when they are lost can they know how to cherish. But everything is too late. Father, like son.
"How many times have I crossed boundaries just to get close to you. No one loves you so much like I do. Listening to this melody from the heart, no one loves you so much like I do."
This is the song that Lanli gave to Derek and Ally, it was also the song that Lanli gave to Heather, and it was also a song for every child in Mount Sinai Hospital. In the previous life, he missed it, so he doesn't want to see others miss it again this time.
Herbert Jones opened her mouth, with tears in her eyes, she was really embarrassed, "Lan Li...you, are you sure you are only twenty-one?" A song written by a parent to a child? Does Lan Li have children now?
The astonishing question immediately made the atmosphere in the recording studio relaxed, and everyone couldn't help but smile.
Then Herbert heard a voice behind him, “It’s not only time that leaves a gift.” In addition to time, there are books, newspapers, and articles. The reason why people want to read is not just for the sake of Career is not just for food and clothing, but also for wisdom.
Everyone turned their heads, and then they saw the stranger standing at the door. Nathan couldn't help but blurted out in exclamation, "Roy! Why are you here?" Everyone suddenly understood. This seemed to be Lanly's. friend.
Lan Li was still sitting in the recording studio, waving his hand at Roy as if he had said hello, and then said to the microphone again, "Herbert, focus, focus, so what needs to be corrected just now? We are recording now, not talking in a tavern."
"Yes, yes." Herbert reacted immediately, took a deep breath, cheered up again, and started a discussion with Lan Li.
Roy walked into the recording studio and closed the door. His eyes fell on the strange faces of the three people on the sofa, but none of them said hello. Roy looked at Nathan, and so did Nathan. Shrugged, his eyes were secretive, and he couldn't explain clearly for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
Roy walked to the side, sat down next to Nathan, and explained in a low voice, "I just happened to be fine today. I want to come over and take a look." But the outside of the line of sight still fell on the two people. Without hiding the meaning of other people, it always proceeded at a normal volume.
"How? How do you feel?" He was talking about an old man in a checkered shirt and bow tie. He was still dressed like this in the hot June. At first glance, he knew he was a rigid and conservative person.
Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man who is about forty-five years old. The hairline has receded to the back of the forehead, revealing the shiny Mediterranean Sea. There is not much remaining hair trying to manage, but it is still curled. Looking up, such small details can tell that you should usually be a rough or informal person. The simple gray t-shirt with jeans also proves this point.
"Wow, it's really good." The middle-aged man gently closed his jaw. Compared with simple words, the appreciation between the eyebrows is much more sincere. "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor. But few people know that he is still a good singer."
"In my opinion, he wasted his role as an actor. The singer is his real talent." The old man made no secret of his sneer, said openly. The middle-aged man sitting next to him did not refute or agree, but just watched with a smile. The old man immediately asked, "What do you think? Now we have recorded sixteen songs, each capital is a boutique, more than enough to make an album, if you want, you can listen to the mother of the entire album. band."
"Sixteen songs?" The middle-aged man wrinkled his brows slightly, seemingly like a murmur, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask questions after all, making people unable to understand his mind. Then he changed the subject, "George , You should know that there is no market for such songs. Now in North America, no record company dares to make folk songs. Even Jason Mayez is just as difficult. If you want to make folk songs, you still have to go to England."
"But what about'Cleopatra'? You don't know it, do you?" The old man said without panic, with a firm expression, "What's more, Lan Li is not a casual singer, he is now everyone High-profile actors. Just a simple publicity, there is definitely a chemical effect. As long as someone pays attention to this album, then we have confidence that word of mouth can spread, and the sales will naturally not worry about it."
"You also said that he is an actor, not a singer." The middle-aged man also refused to give up and smiled and retorted, "Of course, I believe this is an excellent album, and may even win the applause of those music critics. . UU reading www.uukanshu.com"
"But", there will always be a "but" behind such words. As expected, the middle-aged people's conversation turned, "But, you should know that the best sellers now are those popular, electronic, dance music, and listeners. We all know that these are saliva songs. We forget after a while. They have no connotations. They are just enjoying enjoyment in nightclubs and bars. But, they don’t care, this is what they need. Now is the fast food era, compared to word-of-mouth In terms of quality, fast consumption and simple entertainment are the magic weapon to win."
Roy couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. His eyes always remained sincere. There was no high pride. Instead, he could hear a trace of regret and helplessness in his tone.
"Excellent singers and excellent albums do not mean excellent sales. We all hope to find more balance between art and business, and we don't want to lose quality, but, George, you should also be aware of it. As I know, this is an album with only artistic features and no commercial features. During the production process, you abandoned all commercial features and focused on art. I admit that this is really courageous. Then, you too We can’t be extravagant. Companies like us are still willing to pay for art.”
The words of the middle-aged man were like the last straw that crushed the camel. Roy could clearly see that the old man’s back and shoulders had collapsed, and the spirit of fighting spirit seemed to be like this little by little. The earth dissipated, and let people breed a sense of sadness and loneliness.
Roy considered his tone and intonation, and said, "It is not difficult to make a commercial album; but it is not easy to make an art album. Commercial albums can be made by everyone, but art albums are not. ."
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Simple and pure, so clean that there is no modification, the vicissitudes of life and hoarse voice are softly humming moving poems, there are no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, no storms, just a faint emotion, a little sadness, a little bitterness, a little regret, A little sigh...like an elf with flapping wings, flying up and down between the verdant forest and the dazzling sunshine, caught off guard, and hit the softest part of the heart so fiercely, not yet Before he could react, his vision was blurred.
Everyone can sing, but not everyone can tell stories with singing, and not everyone can touch their souls with singing.
The performance of a song was over, Lan Li held the guitar and sat quietly on the chair without speaking. The entire recording studio also became quiet, and the tranquil mood slowly spread in the air, as if time had lost its meaning.
"...Very good." The man sitting in front of the sound console opened his mouth, his voice was a bit hoarse, and some nasal sounds could be heard faintly, but he immediately realized his mistake-Lan Li couldn't hear him. He quickly pressed the red button on the desktop, and said into the microphone, "Very good. I mean, very good." The same words were repeated several times, a little confused, he released his right hand, but immediately followed Pressed again, "Len Li, when was this song composed?"
"Not long ago. A song written by a parent to a child." Lan Li's voice was slightly lost, as if he fell into his own memories.
The inspiration for this song came from Derek and Ally. In them, Lan Li saw the shadow of Ding Yanan.
Parents are always like this, carefully caring for their children, waiting for them all their lives, but because they are too sincere, they are at a loss, lest they make a mistake, they will never be able to recover. One day, it suddenly became clear that life cannot be planned, and the future is unpredictable. Instead of being restrained and standing still, it is better to fly the children’s wings, wait carefully behind them, and use both hands to support them in a stable world and keep them in the storm. Soaring in the middle, injured, tired, and lonely, still able to find a habitat to escape the squalls of the world.
In the last life, after the doctor pronounced the result of high paralysis, he began to blame his mother, hate her, and blame her. He refused to eat, refused to open his mouth, refused to talk, and even refused to open his eyes. He was like an ostrich, trying to bury his head under the sand, but closing his eyes was his only way out.
In the face of his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up. She waited by the hospital bed without any regrets, taking care of his daily life, silently bearing the grievances and pain emanating from him until he was tired. , Tired, figured it out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want to drink water." It was the first time in a month that he spoke to her. It was hard and it was not warm at all.
She silently prepared warm water, plugged in the straw, and served him after drinking the water. She wanted to leave but didn't dare to go far, and finally just walked to the window sill. Gritting her teeth, letting the tears fall, she just cried so quietly. It was the first time he saw her fragility after the car accident. She hugged her arms tightly, and her thin shoulders were almost about to be affected. The dazzling sunlight swallowed, crying so much that he couldn't help himself, but there was no sound at all.
Heather is like this, so are Derek and Ally. Their greatest wish is that Heather can recover, but this wish is difficult to reach the sky. The only thing they can do is to build a shelter for Heather with both hands, hoping that smile and happiness can return to Heather’s face. On this thorny road of life, firmly move towards the future every day.
People are always like this, trapped in their own world, unable to get rid of the fog, only when they are lost can they know how to cherish. But everything is too late. Father, like son.
"How many times have I crossed boundaries just to get close to you. No one loves you so much like I do. Listening to this melody from the heart, no one loves you so much like I do."
This is the song that Lanli gave to Derek and Ally, it was also the song that Lanli gave to Heather, and it was also a song for every child in Mount Sinai Hospital. In the previous life, he missed it, so he doesn't want to see others miss it again this time.
Herbert Jones opened her mouth, with tears in her eyes, she was really embarrassed, "Lan Li...you, are you sure you are only twenty-one?" A song written by a parent to a child? Does Lan Li have children now?
The astonishing question immediately made the atmosphere in the recording studio relaxed, and everyone couldn't help but smile.
Then Herbert heard a voice behind him, “It’s not only time that leaves a gift.” In addition to time, there are books, newspapers, and articles. The reason why people want to read is not just for the sake of Career is not just for food and clothing, but also for wisdom.
Everyone turned their heads, and then they saw the stranger standing at the door. Nathan couldn't help but blurted out in exclamation, "Roy! Why are you here?" Everyone suddenly understood. This seemed to be Lanly's. friend.
Lan Li was still sitting in the recording studio, waving his hand at Roy as if he had said hello, and then said to the microphone again, "Herbert, focus, focus, so what needs to be corrected just now? We are recording now, not talking in a tavern."
"Yes, yes." Herbert reacted immediately, took a deep breath, cheered up again, and started a discussion with Lan Li.
Roy walked into the recording studio and closed the door. His eyes fell on the strange faces of the three people on the sofa, but none of them said hello. Roy looked at Nathan, and so did Nathan. Shrugged, his eyes were secretive, and he couldn't explain clearly for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
Roy walked to the side, sat down next to Nathan, and explained in a low voice, "I just happened to be fine today. I want to come over and take a look." But the outside of the line of sight still fell on the two people. Without hiding the meaning of other people, it always proceeded at a normal volume.
"How? How do you feel?" He was talking about an old man in a checkered shirt and bow tie. He was still dressed like this in the hot June. At first glance, he knew he was a rigid and conservative person.
Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man who is about forty-five years old. The hairline has receded to the back of the forehead, revealing the shiny Mediterranean Sea. There is not much remaining hair trying to manage, but it is still curled. Looking up, such small details can tell that you should usually be a rough or informal person. The simple gray t-shirt with jeans also proves this point.
"Wow, it's really good." The middle-aged man gently closed his jaw. Compared with simple words, the appreciation between the eyebrows is much more sincere. "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor. But few people know that he is still a good singer."
"In my opinion, he wasted his role as an actor. The singer is his real talent." The old man made no secret of his sneer, said openly. The middle-aged man sitting next to him did not refute or agree, but just watched with a smile. The old man immediately asked, "What do you think? Now we have recorded sixteen songs, each capital is a boutique, more than enough to make an album, if you want, you can listen to the mother of the entire album. band."
"Sixteen songs?" The middle-aged man wrinkled his brows slightly, seemingly like a murmur, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask questions after all, making people unable to understand his mind. Then he changed the subject, "George , You should know that there is no market for such songs. Now in North America, no record company dares to make folk songs. Even Jason Mayez is just as difficult. If you want to make folk songs, you still have to go to England."
"But what about'Cleopatra'? You don't know it, do you?" The old man said without panic, with a firm expression, "What's more, Lan Li is not a casual singer, he is now everyone High-profile actors. Just a simple publicity, there is definitely a chemical effect. As long as someone pays attention to this album, then we have confidence that word of mouth can spread, and the sales will naturally not worry about it."
"You also said that he is an actor, not a singer." The middle-aged man also refused to give up and smiled and retorted, "Of course, I believe this is an excellent album, and may even win the applause of those music critics. . UU reading www.uukanshu.com"
"But", there will always be a "but" behind such words. As expected, the middle-aged people's conversation turned, "But, you should know that the best sellers now are those popular, electronic, dance music, and listeners. We all know that these are saliva songs. We forget after a while. They have no connotations. They are just enjoying enjoyment in nightclubs and bars. But, they don’t care, this is what they need. Now is the fast food era, compared to word-of-mouth In terms of quality, fast consumption and simple entertainment are the magic weapon to win."
Roy couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. His eyes always remained sincere. There was no high pride. Instead, he could hear a trace of regret and helplessness in his tone.
"Excellent singers and excellent albums do not mean excellent sales. We all hope to find more balance between art and business, and we don't want to lose quality, but, George, you should also be aware of it. As I know, this is an album with only artistic features and no commercial features. During the production process, you abandoned all commercial features and focused on art. I admit that this is really courageous. Then, you too We can’t be extravagant. Companies like us are still willing to pay for art.”
The words of the middle-aged man were like the last straw that crushed the camel. Roy could clearly see that the old man’s back and shoulders had collapsed, and the spirit of fighting spirit seemed to be like this little by little. The earth dissipated, and let people breed a sense of sadness and loneliness.
Roy considered his tone and intonation, and said, "It is not difficult to make a commercial album; but it is not easy to make an art album. Commercial albums can be made by everyone, but art albums are not. ."
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Simple and pure, so clean that there is no modification, the vicissitudes of life and hoarse voice are softly humming moving poems, there are no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, no storms, just a faint emotion, a little sadness, a little bitterness, a little regret, A little sigh...like an elf with flapping wings, flying up and down between the verdant forest and the dazzling sunshine, caught off guard, and hit the softest part of the heart so fiercely, not yet Before he could react, his vision was blurred.Everyone can sing, but not everyone can tell stories with singing, and not everyone can touch their souls with singing.The performance of a song was over, Lan Li held the guitar and sat quietly on the chair without speaking. The entire recording studio also became quiet, and the tranquil mood slowly spread in the air, as if time had lost its meaning."...Very good." The man sitting in front of the sound console opened his mouth, his voice was a bit hoarse, and some nasal sounds could be heard faintly, but he immediately realized his mistake-Lan Li couldn't hear him. He quickly pressed the red button on the desktop, and said into the microphone, "Very good. I mean, very good." The same words were repeated several times, a little confused, he released his right hand, but immediately followed Pressed again, "Len Li, when was this song composed?""Not long ago. A song written by a parent to a child." Lan Li's voice was slightly lost, as if he fell into his own memories.The inspiration for this song came from Derek and Ally. In them, Lan Li saw the shadow of Ding Yanan.Parents are always like this, carefully caring for their children, waiting for them all their lives, but because they are too sincere, they are at a loss, lest they make a mistake, they will never be able to recover. One day, it suddenly became clear that life cannot be planned, and the future is unpredictable. Instead of being restrained and standing still, it is better to fly the children's wings, wait carefully behind them, and use both hands to support them in a stable world and keep them in the storm. Soaring in the middle, injured, tired, and lonely, still able to find a habitat to escape the squalls of the world.In the last life, after the doctor pronounced the result of high paralysis, he began to blame his mother, hate her, and blame her. He refused to eat, refused to open his mouth, refused to talk, and even refused to open his eyes. He was like an ostrich, trying to bury his head under the sand, but closing his eyes was his only way out.In the face of his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up. She waited by the hospital bed without any regrets, taking care of his daily life, silently bearing the grievances and pain emanating from him until he was tired. , Tired, figured it out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want to drink water." It was the first time in a month that he spoke to her. It was hard and it was not warm at all.She silently prepared warm water, plugged in the straw, and served him after drinking the water. She wanted to leave but didn't dare to go far, and finally just walked to the window sill. Gritting her teeth, letting the tears fall, she just cried so quietly. It was the first time he saw her fragility after the car accident. She hugged her arms tightly, and her thin shoulders were almost about to be affected. The dazzling sunlight swallowed, crying so much that he couldn't help himself, but there was no sound at all.Heather is like this, so are Derek and Ally. Their greatest wish is that Heather can recover, but this wish is difficult to reach the sky. The only thing they can do is to build a shelter for Heather with both hands, hoping that smile and happiness can return to Heather's face. On this thorny road of life, firmly move towards the future every day.People are always like this, trapped in their own world, unable to get rid of the fog, only when they are lost can they know how to cherish. But everything is too late. Father, like son."How many times have I crossed boundaries just to get close to you. No one loves you so much like I do. Listening to this melody from the heart, no one loves you so much like I do."This is the song that Lanli gave to Derek and Ally, it was also the song that Lanli gave to Heather, and it was also a song for every child in Mount Sinai Hospital. In the previous life, he missed it, so he doesn't want to see others miss it again this time.Herbert Jones opened her mouth, with tears in her eyes, she was really embarrassed, "Lan Li...you, are you sure you are only twenty-one?" A song written by a parent to a child? Does Lan Li have children now?The astonishing question immediately made the atmosphere in the recording studio relaxed, and everyone couldn't help but smile.Then Herbert heard a voice behind him, It's not only time that leaves a gift. In addition to time, there are books, newspapers, and articles. The reason why people want to read is not just for the sake of Career is not just for food and clothing, but also for wisdom.Everyone turned their heads, and then they saw the stranger standing at the door. Nathan couldn't help but blurted out in exclamation, "Roy! Why are you here?" Everyone suddenly understood. This seemed to be Lanly's. friend.Lan Li was still sitting in the recording studio, waving his hand at Roy as if he had said hello, and then said to the microphone again, "Herbert, focus, focus, so what needs to be corrected just now? We are recording now, not talking in a tavern.""Yes, yes." Herbert reacted immediately, took a deep breath, cheered up again, and started a discussion with Lan Li.Roy walked into the recording studio and closed the door. His eyes fell on the strange faces of the three people on the sofa, but none of them said hello. Roy looked at Nathan, and so did Nathan. Shrugged, his eyes were secretive, and he couldn't explain clearly for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"Roy walked to the side, sat down next to Nathan, and explained in a low voice, "I just happened to be fine today. I want to come over and take a look." But the outside of the line of sight still fell on the two people. Without hiding the meaning of other people, it always proceeded at a normal volume."How? How do you feel?" He was talking about an old man in a checkered shirt and bow tie. He was still dressed like this in the hot June. At first glance, he knew he was a rigid and conservative person.Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man who is about forty-five years old. The hairline has receded to the back of the forehead, revealing the shiny Mediterranean Sea. There is not much remaining hair trying to manage, but it is still curled. Looking up, such small details can tell that you should usually be a rough or informal person. The simple gray t-shirt with jeans also proves this point."Wow, it's really good." The middle-aged man gently closed his jaw. Compared with simple words, the appreciation between the eyebrows is much more sincere. "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor. But few people know that he is still a good singer.""In my opinion, he wasted his role as an actor. The singer is his real talent." The old man made no secret of his sneer, said openly. The middle-aged man sitting next to him did not refute or agree, but just watched with a smile. The old man immediately asked, "What do you think? Now we have recorded sixteen songs, each capital is a boutique, more than enough to make an album, if you want, you can listen to the mother of the entire album. band.""Sixteen songs?" The middle-aged man wrinkled his brows slightly, seemingly like a murmur, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask questions after all, making people unable to understand his mind. Then he changed the subject, "George , You should know that there is no market for such songs. Now in North America, no record company dares to make folk songs. Even Jason Mayez is just as difficult. If you want to make folk songs, you still have to go to England.""But what about'Cleopatra'? You don't know it, do you?" The old man said without panic, with a firm expression, "What's more, Lan Li is not a casual singer, he is now everyone High-profile actors. Just a simple publicity, there is definitely a chemical effect. As long as someone pays attention to this album, then we have confidence that word of mouth can spread, and the sales will naturally not worry about it.""You also said that he is an actor, not a singer." The middle-aged man also refused to give up and smiled and retorted, "Of course, I believe this is an excellent album, and may even win the applause of those music critics. . UU reading www.uukanshu.com""But", there will always be a "but" behind such words. As expected, the middle-aged people's conversation turned, "But, you should know that the best sellers now are those popular, electronic, dance music, and listeners. We all know that these are saliva songs. We forget after a while. They have no connotations. They are just enjoying enjoyment in nightclubs and bars. But, they don't care, this is what they need. Now is the fast food era, compared to word-of-mouth In terms of quality, fast consumption and simple entertainment are the magic weapon to win."Roy couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. His eyes always remained sincere. There was no high pride. Instead, he could hear a trace of regret and helplessness in his tone."Excellent singers and excellent albums do not mean excellent sales. We all hope to find more balance between art and business, and we don't want to lose quality, but, George, you should also be aware of it. As I know, this is an album with only artistic features and no commercial features. During the production process, you abandoned all commercial features and focused on art. I admit that this is really courageous. Then, you too We can't be extravagant. Companies like us are still willing to pay for art.The words of the middle-aged man were like the last straw that crushed the camel. Roy could clearly see that the old man's back and shoulders had collapsed, and the spirit of fighting spirit seemed to be like this little by little. The earth dissipated, and let people breed a sense of sadness and loneliness.Roy considered his tone and intonation, and said, "It is not difficult to make a commercial album; but it is not easy to make an art album. Commercial albums can be made by everyone, but art albums are not. ."Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Three heads mobile version read the URL:
