walk with jimmy

It's a bit unethical to say that though.

But when people are unlucky, if they see others are more unlucky than themselves, they will often get a different kind of comfort.

So, when James saw Stewart's sad look, he immediately relieved: "I can't be so cranky like him! I have to think this way... I can still sing, I have a band, I don't have a terminal illness, and There is no possibility of accidental death, why the hell am I sad?"

When he thought about it, he had the energy to care about his little friend again: "Stu, I heard that you were fired, but what happened? You are the lead singer!"

"I don't know, it was Oakland who said I was fired. Then, he abandoned me and took the band on tour." Stewart rested his head on his hands tiredly, looking a little dazed, but his warm brown eyes were filled with A little hurt to talk about his previous experience: "I actually don't remember exactly what happened. I was drunk for a while, and it probably looked too bad. So, I let Oakland down. He probably thought I didn't Saved, turned into a total alcoholic. But I was, I did drink, but I wasn't an alcoholic, I just, I just couldn't figure it out..."

He continued to reflect in confusion: "I always thought that I was reshaping British culture and music and contributing to the country, but in the end, it was more like a marketing. Many people accused my music of being narrow, extreme, and excessive. Too nationalistic, and maybe they're right, I'm so out of place."

The joy of reuniting after a long absence and meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land disappeared in an instant.

James looked at him dully, silently swallowing the idea of ​​"hugging and crying with his friends, and yelling at the guitarist as a slut" in his stomach. How can there be such a thing in the world that keeps reflecting on his own mistakes, Torturing yourself fool?

Stuart continued to torture himself.

Sometimes he said, "I shouldn't have brought up such an immature idea of ​​British music", and sometimes he regretted saying, "But the existence of British music is right, and the person who interpreted it should be wrong." Three seconds later, it became "But I'm still not doing well enough'.

James looked impatient.

He knew that Stuart was a good person, but the thing that bothered him the most was that he had nothing to think about.

People should think.

But if you just sit there and think about it for three days and three nights, there is no result!

Therefore, James quickly blocked all of Stewart's remarks automatically, and followed his own thinking mode.

Here's what he thought: "I'm going to sing without Lance! Wait, Stu's guitar seems to be pretty good too..."

So a logical invitation: "Shall we sing together, buddy?"

"What?" Stuart was a little stunned.

"I remember you can also play the guitar, why not come to the planet and sing with me." James said casually.

But after he finished speaking, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a good idea. Although Stuart was occasionally stubborn and silly, he was not annoying, and he was also talented. He was definitely a good collaborator.

But Stewart was a little confused by the invitation.

He didn't know how this topic came to him: "Huh?"

"Ah what? A singer not singing is like a dog not barking."

"Forehead……"

"I want to make music without Lance. Don't you want to make music without Oakland?"

"Of course I do, it's just..."

The actionable James didn't give him any more time for self-pity and hesitation.

He stood up directly, took Stewart's hand, and walked towards the outside of the nursing home

Stuart panicked: “Wait, Jimmy, we, shall we go now, now?”

"That's right, I took a taxi from here to the city for 10 minutes. I just found a place to have lunch. I accompanied me into the recording studio in the afternoon. There is a song that has been lingering in my mind for a long time." James answered naturally.

"What? This is too fast." Stuart probably has never seen such a ready-to-do person. He was a little dazed, and was dragged forward: "We just met and chatted In less than half an hour, my luggage has not been confiscated..."

"What kind of luggage do you bring? Maybe you'll come back in a few days!" But James said naturally, pulling him along and running all the way.

Nursing home staff:  …

When Stuart had eaten and drank enough and stood in the recording studio, he still felt like he was dreaming.

James, who was so powerful, didn't give him the chance to continue thinking wildly, and hummed a melody excitedly: "Come on, let's expand it, and then change the details. This tune has been lingering in my head for several months. It's almost written."

"Hey, that sounds good." Stuart's eyes lit up immediately.

Although he has been in a low ebb for a while, the instinct as a musician still exists: "Bring me the lyrics."

James grabbed a tissue and started writing lyrics on it.

But when he passed the tissue over...

Stuart's expression was indescribable: "Are you usually writing songs so casually?"

James was taken aback, and suddenly realized that the habit of writing songs everywhere was caused by Lance, and he was a little disappointed for a while.

However, Stewart did not intend to continue to pursue the matter.

He lowered his head to read the lyrics, but after reading it for a long time, he asked a little embarrassedly, "What do these words say?"

James looked at it, and was embarrassed to find that he had spelled the letters of several words wrong.

In the past, Lance knew about his dyslexia problem, and when he saw these typos, he could draw conclusions with random reasoning, so he never mentioned it directly to him.

"Wrong." James embarrassedly admitted the mistake.

He scratched his head and changed it again.

This time it's all right.

But Stuart laughed while watching: "God, Jimmy, do you really want to sing this song?"

"What do you mean? Is there a problem?" James asked with innocent green eyes.

"It's okay, but it's too obvious, it looks like..." Stuart paused, and kindly didn't make much sense.

But James blinked and said, seemingly indifferently, "Looks like you're scolding Lance?"

Stuart smiled embarrassedly and didn't speak.

James gave an affirmative answer very happily: "Yes, that's right, I just wrote it to scold him."

Apart from smiling, Stuart didn't know what expression to make.

Next, when the outside world was speculating whether the Planetary Band would disband, the two began to hang out together.

The process was unexpectedly fun.

Creating with Stewart is a completely different feeling from Lance.

These two people are comparable in musical talent, but in character, they are one heaven and the other underground.

Stewart has a good personality and is also a very patient person.

For a simple example, if one day, James said, 'I have an inspiration, but I can't remember it'.

Lance usually simply says: 'If you can't think of an inspiration, it's not an inspiration';

Stewart will patiently say: 'Come on, Jimmy, let's go have a cup of tea and think about it slowly', and then he may take James to recall the scene when the inspiration arises, what he is doing, and think about it. What things, what to eat, what songs to listen to, until the inspiration can be found naturally, or James himself gives up completely.

Musically, though, James doesn't quite resonate with Stewart the way he does with Lance.

But from a creative point of view, this is the first time he has become an equal creator.

In the past, Lance was the songwriter of the Planetary Band, and most of the songs were created by him, while James usually provided advice from the perspective of a singer, and occasionally participated in the creation. I have some ideas, you can use it if you can use it, and forget it if you can’t use it’.

But it's different now.

Speaking of cooperation, Stewart will not randomly grab the dominance, but will help James perfect the song together, and the final song style will definitely not be "Stuart-style", but James' original flavor.

In this way, watching that song after song, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

James wrote several more songs enthusiastically, and this positive state in turn infected Stewart, allowing Stewart to write several more songs.

Under the virtuous circle, the two actually wrote several songs together.

Then, James simply called drummer Abe and bassist Sanderson into the recording studio, and the four of them played back to improvisation together.

James learned the guitar from Lance. After so many years, his level is considered average. He usually plays and sings by himself, and it is no problem to go out to perform.

Stewart's guitar and his guitarist Oakland are from the same school, and the two of them found a teacher back then, so the technical level is actually the same.

But then when we formed a band...

Stu said: "Because Oakland thinks I look better, I became the lead singer and he became the guitarist."

James: "Who stipulated that the lead singer must be prettier than the guitarist?"

But in any case, the current Planetary Band is equivalent to having 'two' lead singers and 'two' guitarists.

So, they tried several performance methods.

In the dual guitar mode, two people play and sing with the guitar at the same time, or switch roles, taking turns being the lead singer and taking turns being the guitarist.

A variety of possible collocations, the performance of a variety of music forms.

The members discuss, argue, and joke with each other every day, and from time to time they get inspired and immediately come to an impromptu performance!

James was suddenly excited: "I'm fucking alive again!"

"This is the vibe I want!" he thought to himself, "I like collaborations, I like hilarious collaborations, I like getting responses, I like getting real responses, not fake responses with a purpose !"

During this time, they made a lot of songs.

Maybe these songs are not as classic as before, but they are all very happy.

One day, Abel, the band's manager, ran over worriedly to check on the situation of the band. First, he was surprised to find that Stuart was here?And then found those new songs...

He couldn't help asking: "Why don't you just put together an album?"

"An album? Let's test the waters with a single first."

James nervously handed him a sample tape: "Come on, listen to it."