walk with jimmy

On the day the single was released, countless curious people rushed to the video store and bought this inexpensive single.

At the same time, James also took the Planetary Band to board a music program that regularly recommends local British bands.

The host of this show greeted him warmly when he came onto the stage: "Hello, Jimmy, I haven't seen you much recently."

"Too much pressure, I digested it at home." James said truthfully: "After the concert with tens of thousands of people, I took a full rest for more than a month."

"Because of Lance's withdrawal?" The host inevitably mentioned this question.

"Yes, he doesn't play with me anymore." James replied quite casually.

"Why doesn't he play with you anymore?" The host asked in pursuit of the effect of the program.

"Then you have to ask him." James retorted.

The host smiled carelessly, and continued to ask: "Tell me, what do you think?"

James rolled his eyes: "I didn't think about it, why don't I find someone else to play with me again?"

The host then asked, "So, you called Stewart?"

"Yes." James answered as a matter of course, and waved to Stuart.

The show was filmed on location with two adjacent stages.

On one side of the stage are sofas, coffee tables and drinks for the host and guests to talk and communicate together; on the other side, the stage is full of musical instruments and audio equipment, which is the place for the band to perform in each session.

At this time, James and the host stood together, making a relaxed beginning for this program.

The other three members of the planetary band, including Stewart, stood on another stage, waiting for a while to perform...

At this point, James mentioned Stewart...

The cameraman of the program group immediately turned the camera, shot towards the stage over there, and even gave a special shot.

Stewart, who had completely different styles from James, smiled and stopped paying attention to the camera.

He lowered his head to adjust the guitar straps on his own.

So, the camera turned back to the host.

At this time, the host stopped chatting with James.

He started a passionate introduction to the camera: "The audience friends in front of the TV and the audience at the scene, you have seen that the new generation of Planetary Band has embarked on the journey again. This time, they have an extraordinary New member Stewart. Tonight, it's their debut! They will perform live for us their new single <Don't Get Misunderstood>, please... Planet!"

During his introduction, James also returned to the stage used for the show.

He high-fives drummer Abe, then hugs bassist Sanderson, and finally, standing next to Stewart, pats him on the shoulder: "How does it feel to be on stage again?"

Stuart laughed: "Very good."

Following his words, the lights in the hall went out, and it was time for the performance again...

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The sound of drums and guitars sounded abruptly and continuously and repeatedly, creating an unusual sense of urgency.

James grabbed the tambourine on the side drum stand, held it high above his head, and shook it vigorously.

His beautiful blond hair was messily scattered on his forehead, and he stared forward blankly, shaking the tambourine with one hand, while holding the microphone tightly with the other hand, he came up with a roar: "You said you It's like a bolt from the blue when I'm leaving! I'm lying in bed thinking, what's so great about you?"

The drums beat faster and faster.

Abe swayed from side to side exaggeratedly on the stool, 'knocking hard' as James instructed, swinging his arms into windmills.

Bassist Sanderson followed the drums closely, using the bass bass to enhance the melody of the whole song.

The blond lead singer stood motionless in front of the microphone, green eyes staring straight ahead, and continued aggressively, "I want to see you again and talk to you! Don't-mis-yes! I just wanted to fucking ask You, what's so great about you?"

The sound of the guitar broke in, and a burst of strong riffs strengthened the questioning tone of the lead singer, as if they were also questioning:

What's so great about you?What's so great about you?What's so great about you?

James grabbed the microphone and started walking up and down the stage.

The audience who were lucky enough to come to the scene had already attracted all their attention by the fierce prelude, and waved their arms vigorously on their seats, trying to attract the attention of the blonde lead singer.

"When I sing this song, I think of you."

James sang nonchalantly, shaking his tambourine, but at the next line, he rolled his eyes at the ceiling visibly: "Baby, don't get me wrong!"

— Memories are so fucking bad.

- You're a piece of shit.

—I was just wasting my time.

- You're a piece of shit!

A stormy swearing, the blonde lead singer suppressed his voice, deliberately making his voice hoarse and tearing, to create the anger in the song, and, obviously, in daily speech, he was always ambiguous and could not change it. The lost Liverpool dialect can sing this song, but the pronunciation of each word is extremely accurate, and each word seems to be extremely powerful.

After cursing this paragraph, the blonde lead singer showed a bright and dazzling smile under the light.

To the accompaniment of guitar, drums, and bass, he shook his tambourine, looked into the distance with green eyes, and sang in a slightly sweeter tone than the previous curse: "Honey, you really Think you're some kind of world-beating guitarist? Don't--get it! You're the worst! Honey, you're way behind the times."

This is too straightforward!

Many spectators couldn't help booing and stood up, raised their arms high, and waved them excitedly.

The blond lead singer blinked and swayed to the music.

At the same time, he raised his hand holding the tambourine slightly in front of his chest, and gestured a middle finger in disdain, with a look of disgust on his face, but he raised the microphone with his other hand and continued to sing: "I'm tired of it!" With you. When you leave, I'll definitely be with another guitar player. Kelvin is better than you, Oakland is not bad; even Stewart is infinitely better than you at guitar! I'm really tired of it to be with you."

Jimmy, how much you hate Lance!

He even wrote songs specifically to scold people?

Compared to the spectators who join in the fun...

Many die-hard Planet fans watching TV were a little speechless.

To Jimmy, feel sorry for Lance;

Looking at Lance... Seeing Jimmy's furry appearance made me feel a little distressed.

In the end, because the melody of the music was so powerful, I scolded happily again!

Soon, everyone couldn't help shaking their bodies, temporarily throwing the conflict behind them.

The blonde lead singer was still singing viciously and repeatedly:

—I am so happy to hear you leave!

—I cheered for joy when I heard you leave!

— When I heard you leave, I forgot all about you!

There was a series of heavy beatings from the drums.

The guitar is also strumming vigorously.

James started running wildly around the stage.

He ran from left to right, from right to left, and even ran to the front row of the stage, stretched out his arms, and used the tambourine to knock on the hands of the audience stretched out towards him...

These interactions made the audience even more excited.

The cameraman gave the host a shot, but even the host was there clapping along with the music.

An excellent lead singer of a rock band often requires not only singing skills, but also stage performance ability, and James is undoubtedly the best in this regard.

When he was seriously involved and tried to get the audience to get high with him, it was like using some black magic (Doyle's evaluation), and the recording scene of the whole show was like a pot of hot soup visible to the naked eye Boil completely.

In such a fiery atmosphere, he gripped the microphone tightly, jumped onto the speakers, and sang the last verse vigorously: "I heard you leave, and I forgot all about you! I forgot all about the way you played the guitar." !All-forget-forget! After you get out, I will definitely be with another guitarist! Together!!”

He threw the tambourine to the ground, stood on the speaker, looked down at everyone, and remained silent for a long time.

The drums gradually diminished, and the bass sound was very low, revealing a faint feeling of depression.

Instead, Stuart lowered his head calmly.

He hugged the guitar, plucked the strings gently, and played beautiful and quiet notes one by one.

After a long time, James raised the microphone again.

Amidst the beautiful guitar sound, he sang the last line of lyrics casually and nonchalantly: "In my dream...well, I thought so in my dream."