walk with jimmy

James felt a little sorry for not being able to let Old John hear his own song.

After all, due to dyslexia, he always caused troubles at home because of a series of problems such as unable to write homework, unable to read texts in class, etc. in the early years.All kinds of incidents of asking parents are endless, often involving his own father and often being scolded by the teacher, so deep down in his heart, he really wants his father to be proud of himself.

It's a pity that this rare opportunity was ruined by his anxiety and hesitation early in the morning.

But it doesn't matter, he regained his spirits optimistically: "There will be new opportunities."

New opportunities come quickly.

Because, overnight, rotten strawberries became rotten high street.

Not derogatory.

It's just that this song is too easy to learn (Lance: Why do sarcasm have to be so complicated to vent their anger).

The melody is too simple, so that anyone can sing along after listening to it.

Especially after the radio station is over, the repetitive, brainwashing and magical passages may still surface in the brain over and over again, 'The strawberry is rotten, it is rotten, it is rotten!Your strawberries are rotten', at which point even an idiot can probably sing along.

And the funniest part is...

Although the song itself is easy to learn, if you want to sing the same feeling as the original singer, no one can do it.

Because the singing and voice of the lead singer are almost impossible to copy.

As a native of Liverpool in northern England, whether James speaks or sings, he has always had strong local characteristics. His accent is not the slow, clear, and elegant British official pronunciation that is most often heard, but A mouthful of the local Liverpool dialect, which is the legendary Scouse (chowder stew) Accent.

The main feature of this kind of accent is that the swallowing and abbreviation are very serious, and it is a fateful accent whether you can understand it or not.

Generally, when pronouncing, he will unconsciously save and skip, and he speaks fast, often with a long period of chattering, not to mention foreigners, even non-Liverpool English speakers from his country are not seen. You have to understand.The simplest example, what is normally what, but James often swallows the 't' habitually and just says wha?

So, even though he sings, he will deliberately control the articulation a little bit more clearly (that is to say English and Mandarin).

But if you listen carefully, you can still feel the unique style that is difficult for others to imitate. There will always be vague minor sounds and joint sounds between words, making this song sound vague, like an age The young boy simply pouted and sang because he was unhappy.

Moreover, since it is a serious studio version, it naturally lacks the sense of cheapness and temptation that is deliberately provocative during live performances, but instead brings a sense of casualness and laziness that the British are more accustomed to.Different from the violent impact brought by some popular songs with too intense and high-intensity rhythm, it is simply like a ditty hummed casually, without any aggressiveness or deliberate feeling, which makes people listen to "The Kid Next Door" with a helpless face. He murmured and complained, but apart from a knowing smile, he didn't feel the slightest resentment.

In addition, those who are knowledgeable may also notice that the melody of this song is simple but delicately set, and the drums responsible for the rhythm are played very technically. Although several sections are repeated, the drummer can The knocking is relaxed and unhurried, and it is skillfully handled on some extended beats, which is neither overwhelming, but also can be combined with the lead singer's voice just right; and the timing of each guitar sound is also quite eye-catching.

Therefore, after listening to the whole song, the soundtrack and the vocals are seamless, without any trace of carving or chiseling, and it is done in one go.

The brisk, catchy and easy-to-learn singing voice quickly won the welcome of a part of the audience.

Although at this time, music critics have begun to think that the song itself is mentally retarded and meaningless, with too many repetitive passages, so simple that it is almost boring.

But this still can't stop the public from singing enthusiastically about it.

When the Planets returned to London, almost anyone on the street could hum 'Your xx (alternative word) is rotten, rotten'.

At the same time, this single was also able to climb from the bottom of the hit list, like a tortoise racing a rabbit, slowly but without stopping one by one to No.40, and Still slowly continuing to climb upwards, the situation is very good.

To add to that, when the Planets had just returned to London, Abel came to inform them that they were going to be on TV.

Moreover, this guy who works vigorously but is indeed somewhat rigid sends everyone a copy of the information.

After Lance took the file, he didn't look down immediately, but took a step back unobtrusively, and asked in a low voice, "Can you help me?"

James gave him a grateful look, but shook his head.

Lance nodded understandingly and said nothing more.

It's so strange, knowing that he is a very arrogant person, but James can't control himself from time to time to have the illusion of 'he is very understanding'.

He didn't think too much about it, but looked down at the file that belonged to him.

Ever since he knew that he was not low in IQ, but was dyslexic, and that this symptom could be improved or even cured, he no longer felt nervous about reading and writing problems, although he still stumbled in this area, which was better than others It took a lot of effort, but at any rate, there was still some progress.

So, he put the cigarette to his lips, freed his fingers to press the words on the paper, read down word by word, and tried to solve all the problems by himself.

He looked at it with some difficulty and read: "Jimmy, I like red, who the hell said that? I like fish and chips, so it depends on what kind of fried fish it is! My brother's fried fish is usually黑糊糊的。乐队主唱，会吹口琴、摇沙锤……唔，口琴刚学没多久，沙锤这个没错。很爱队友，咦，我爱他们吗？其实，我每天都想揍他们一顿.Although I am not good at studying, I really like studying...Wait, who said this? Is Lance the one who likes to study? The reason why I am engaged in music and like to sing is that I have been fanatical about music since I was a child. Music can bring People are happy, I want to make more people happy like me, so I decided to drop out of school and chase my dreams? It’s so strange, am I fucking mentally retarded? If you want to make people happy, why don’t you go to the circus to be a clown, or to learn to talk Where is the host of the show?"

All the members of the band who were frowning and looking at the information burst out laughing.

They didn't read it at all, and threw the materials aside almost recklessly, commenting: "The whole article is nonsense."

At that moment, Abel's face turned pale.

It was only later that everyone found out that he spent a lot of money to find some powerful professional writers to help write these materials, and they were to be used for later publicity.

——If we had known earlier, our attitude towards him might be...

—better?

—No, let him go!It's a waste of money, what kind of stupid stuff is written!

Anyway, Abel was really angry this time.

There is absolutely no doubt about his love for the Planetary Band, but some characteristics of the band members made him disgusted and had a headache, the kind of laughing and cursing, reckless, too casual behavior, with the fearless arrogance of young people, Maybe those who love them will love them more, and those who hate them will hate them even more.

That does not work!

"Tomorrow, no smoking, no drinking, no swearing." Abel stood up abruptly and said.

He slapped the table hard, and shouted at them loudly: "Listen, memorize these materials, you will be on TV tomorrow, appearing on the TVs of countless people's homes. I will never allow you to do all kinds of things. Even if you want to pretend that you are amateurish and self-destructive, you have to pretend for me."

Everyone was a little stunned.

Because Abel was very gentle from the beginning, even a little docile and obedient, but now the sudden outburst is a bit scary.

"This, is this mad by anger?"

James bit his cigarette holder and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Don't, if you're crazy, what about the album we haven't released yet?"

It's a good thing Abel doesn't know what's going on in his mind...

Otherwise, you might be so angry that you vomit blood.

In short, the silence at this moment made Abel think that he had finally suppressed these bad boys.

He stood up proudly, walked over swaggeringly, took off the cigarette dangling from James' lips, and threw it into the trash can.Then, he patted the blond lead singer's face lightly and said softly, "Jimmy, be good! Be a good boy, understand?"

James looked at him with a strange expression, pursed his lower lip, and reflected the other's figure in his clear green eyes.

A few seconds later, he grinned and smiled angrily, with two small canine teeth looming on his lips: "Understood! Pretending to be good, right? Isn't it just pretending to be good? Tell me, you want to see me How do you behave? Do you want to lie down on the ground like a kitten? Roll on the carpet, revealing your little belly... Meow~ Meow~ Meow? How is it? Be good or not?"

He sure doesn't know how cute he is when he imitates a kitten meowing.

Abel was stunned when he saw it.

But the rest of the band didn't seem to be surprised by this, but laughed out of habit.

So, Abel calmed down, understood it as a joke, and tried to ease the atmosphere with a smile: "It's very interesting."

but in fact……

That was clearly a Jimmy taunt.

On the next day's TV show...

——Excuse me, you are still so young, how did you come up with the idea of ​​working in the music industry and forming a band?

—The angel called me to sing.

--what?

——Being dismissed by the school, no money, no job, no women, no musical instruments, and wanted to show off, so he formed a band as the lead singer.Damn great, all problems solved.

Fuck all problems solved!

The bastard boy!

In the company, Abel, who was following the TV program, seemed to be struck by lightning and smoke was coming out of his head.

He pointed at the TV with trembling Parkinson's hands and, for the first time in his life, yelled, "Fuck!"