Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

07:35.early morning.

get up.

Zhong Mingcan felt that he had been sleeping more and more badly in recent days, not because of his health.

There is an open space not far from the north side of the building where he lives. It has probably been there since the building of the community. The only thing that can be related to this place in my impression is that it turns green, yellow, and elongated with the seasons. A shortened expanse of wild grass.Three months ago, I don't know who the property suddenly got. They said on a whim that they wanted to renovate the appearance of the district, and planned to turn this wasteland into a small children's playground.

Zhong Mingcan was a little concerned at first. Having a playground means that there will be many children. How noisy will it be in the future?

But now, Zhong Mingcan's thoughts have changed, he wants to finish the project quickly, die early and be reborn sooner, the booming sound of the construction team is much harsher than the screams of children.

Logically speaking, this amusement park should have been completed last month.

It is said that the construction team here is paid according to the length of the construction period. That is to say, the longer the time is delayed, the better the deal for the foremen. Therefore, as soon as the construction team started, they organized and disciplined around the open space The tent was set up, and it seemed nothing at first sight. After two weeks like this, something suddenly felt wrong. There is a green belt near the tent, and there are two rows of sycamore trees, which will be sprinkled in patches in summer. In the shade, in autumn, the withered yellow leaves and dwarf holly form an interesting contrast, so that Zhong Mingcan still retains his good impression of summer and autumn when he recalls this residential area after several years.But now these sycamore trees are used for other purposes. A rope is connected between every two trees, and each end of the rope is hastily wound around the trunk a few times. Every day, you can see dark blue overalls hanging crookedly among the trees, and occasionally a few pairs of underwear that can’t be seen as gray or black shyly protrude from a certain gap.

Many passers-by will understand that this is a long line!

However, most of the residents in the residential area chose to turn a blind eye to this blatant sabotage. This is half of the city center, and the bustling commercial area can be reached after a few turns from the gate. Of course, the housing price will not be low.Those who come from well-to-do wealthy families will subconsciously have reflexive sympathy for those who work harder than themselves and make less money than themselves, although these judgments may not be objective and true.To be honest, Zhong Mingcan didn't think any of the workers in this group of construction teams made less money than himself.

Hard work is hard work.

Zhong Mingcan's eyes drifted to the "playground" that had been cut down and left a mess.At this time, the workers were busy carrying bricks and equipment, and they were busy and full of vitality.

Counting it all together, Zhong Mingcan reckoned that he hadn't seen this group of workers for more than a week. The tents were empty and the clotheslines were put away before. Workers are on vacation.This suddenly became busy again, and it made people puzzled all of a sudden.It was only later that he found out from his neighbor's aunt that an international conference would be held in Pingjing one month later, and an order had been issued from above that all construction periods, large and small, should be completed within this month.Either continue to build, or fill up the pit. The property has already invested part of the funds. At this time, I really don’t want to let go, and because the community’s amusement park renovation plan has been sneakily delayed for too long, rushing to work now means that every day Before dawn in the early morning, workers have to come to work.

Today, Zhong Mingcan woke up in a daze from the rumbling sound in the morning, thinking that he would not be able to fall asleep anyway, so it would be better to start a new day's work early.

08:27.Work.

Zhong Mingcan's private music studio is at home. It was originally two bedrooms and one living room, but one of the bedrooms was transformed into the current studio.The walls are covered with soundproof wallpaper, and the decoration team has been asked to block the windows before. Later, he found someone to install the air conditioner and air purifier himself, so as to ensure that he would not suddenly suffer from air poisoning while writing songs.

The time he lived here is very short, less than a year, but the equipment used to make music has gradually filled up the room. In fact, he is still considering whether to move to a bigger house.Some time ago, in order to make experimental music with friends, after buying a Jinggu and putting it in the house, the space on the ground suddenly became narrow. Now even if he is alone in the studio, it is a bit inconvenient to go in and out.

It's a great idea, but he doesn't have time to look for better listings right now.

Last week, Duan Fei urged him to accept an order from an idol boy group. He didn't ask for anything, he just said that it would be good to pass on a few demos. He thought that he had enough stock anyway, so he just found one that he used to use when he was in school. Just send the finished product for practice. After all, idol groups receive so many demos every day, I guess I just want him to fill up the number when I find myself.I sent it without thinking, but yesterday I received a call from a woman who told him to use this thing as their title song.

ha?

To be honest, he didn't even remember what the melody was.

But it was a rare time when things turned around, and he would naturally not refuse such a big good thing. Since people chose to trust him, he thought that both parties must be satisfied.On the phone, he told the company that he would re-arrange the song within a week and send it to them for review. If he felt that he passed the test, he would continue to contact.

The woman over there was silent for a moment, said hello, waited for another three or four seconds, and suddenly seemed to have made some decision, and spoke again: "My name is Yao Xi, I am the manager of the AIX group, and I am also the manager. Department Director... You can find the information about this group. I look forward to having the opportunity to cooperate with you. You are a very talented music producer. If you can, please save my mobile phone number for next time Just contact me directly."

The attitude is obviously much more sincere than before.

Zhong Mingcan was a little confused, what happened all of a sudden?

09:00.In front of the electric piano.

So what am I going to say with this song?

What do they want to hear?

Zhong Mingcan has developed the habit of composing and writing songs alone for a long time. When he does not create through natural inspiration, he will forcibly drag his thinking into a dimensional space that is quiet, empty, full of questions but has infinite possibilities, so that he can think conveniently. Or it is convenient for him to dig into the corner alone.

For this state, he never tired of it.

Music is like a hallucinogen to him, and whenever he steps into this field, he can enjoy anything.

Not only Yao Jia, many people have either true or falsely said that he is talented, and that he should eat music.However, perhaps it is not the illusory and dispensable "talent" that blesses him, makes him inadvertently emit a little light, and makes others notice him suddenly, but it is precisely this devotion to music that manifests itself.

10:30.Received a call from Duan Fei.

Duan Fei is Zhong Mingcan's college roommate. They are both from Pingjing, so they are easier to get close to than the other two roommates.After Zhong Mingcan returned to China last year, he got in touch again by chance. Duan Fei is an enthusiastic person, knowing that Zhong Mingcan has been studying abroad for the past two years, and his domestic connections are somewhat out of touch, so he introduced a lot of jobs for him.For example, what I talked about on the phone now is to make an ending song for a small-budget web TV series.

"Ming Charm, it's a bit tricky this time," Duan Fei spoke quickly, and the slightest bit of helplessness that was revealed was quickly left behind, "Didn't you say that you were recording today? But today you are forced to explain it to me. It’s going to be online this afternoon, it’s too late for mastering[Note], let me directly record the final effect! Isn’t this messing with me? Or you can come here today, you cut all these tracks, compared to me It saves time to search bit by bit like a headless chicken..."

"I'll be there in a while," Zhong Mingcan frowned, why is this web drama so unreliable? "Ask them, what level of final effect do you hope for? Is the singer waiting there? Have you heard how her singing skills are? At the very least, she must be able to pass the pitch. When the time comes, you can just fix it on the spot."

"Listen, it's okay." Duan Fei was anxious to confirm the matter with the person in charge of the web drama. Although the last step was missing to save their time, but the rewards for them must not be missed. "You can directly record the first episode when you come." It's the second section, what the hell is going on? I've never seen such an unreasonable and fucking awesome production team..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't answer, said "I'll see you soon" and hung up the phone, then hurriedly put on a coat and went out.

11:11.Recording studio.

"Mingcan, you're here, hurry up, the second quarter, the second quarter, I just recorded two sentences, can you listen to it, can you continue to record?" When he met Zhong Mingcan last year, Duan Fei still Always pointing here and there with an attitude of an elder, and after doing a few jobs with him, I slowly felt that Zhong Mingcan's aura has changed obviously. He is indeed a person who has eaten foreign food, but it is different .Duan Fei is actually a very pedantic person. He thinks that overseas returnees are decent people, that is, they can increase their social status, and Zhong Mingcan is not just a simple returnee?They are Berkeley double degree masters!He felt he had to give in at this point.After thinking about it that time, he became more polite to Zhong Mingcan, just like the current situation, it was very natural to ask Zhong Mingcan for advice.

After Zhong Mingcan finished listening to the prelude, as soon as the singer sang the first note, he immediately frowned and called a stop: "The first verse has been recorded?"

"Ah..." Duan Fei was a little startled by his expression, and his reaction was a beat slower, "Ah! Well, the recording is finished."

"Is this considered to be recorded?" Zhong Mingcan stared at Duan Fei and asked the second time.

"No...can't you?" Duan Fei panicked after being stared at by him.

"If it's at this level, I don't need to come over." Zhong Mingcan said very seriously, with a calm expression, but his tone was sure, and it sounded without any emotion, "Since you asked me to come over, I will treat it as you and me." Also, I don’t want to continue recording this kind of thing to deal with the boss casually, so we have unified opinions, right?”

"..." Duan Fei's brain was working fast, and he still turned the corner, "Ah, yes..."

"Okay then," Zhong Mingcan nodded, "I said I'm going to re-record."

"what?"

"It's too bad now." Zhong Mingcan turned his head to look at the current work progress, and said without mercy, "The singer's breath is obviously unstable, and his articulation is not clear enough...Why is my voice also recorded?"

"...That, that is," Duan Fei felt unprecedented embarrassment, and what made him even more concerned was that Zhong Mingchan's obviously sensitive nerves were now like a time bomb, "We thought it was your intention The ones left inside..."

"That's an audio track that the singer needs to record alone." Zhong Mingcan didn't look at him, and patted the editor's shoulder who was sitting silently, asking him to make way first, and then sat in front of the computer , tapped the keyboard with his fingers, cleared the track in twos and threes, and then pressed and held the microphone.Before the microphone switch was turned on, the singer in the recording studio could not hear any movement outside the glass window. At this moment, a pretty girl was holding a half bottle of mineral water, sitting on a chair against the wall with her hair buried in a daze.

"Hello?" Zhong Mingcan greeted the girls inside, "I'm Zhong Mingcan, the producer of this song, and I'm very happy to cooperate with you. The current situation is like this. I just had a problem with the computer and found that none of the tracks I recorded before could work. Use it, let's hurry up and fix the other parts now, but you have to re-record these few lines, can you?"

"Huh?" The girl still couldn't react.

"It may be that the computer in the recording studio is a bit old, or it may be that the audio source file is too large to carry." Zhong Mingcan's tone is very sincere, but with a little doubt, "Re-record, this time I guarantee that there will be no problems. ,May I?"

After all, the girl still has an unusual sixth sense. Her intuition was wrong, and she timidly asked, "Is it because I can't sing well?"

"No, you sang very well," it can't be seen on the surface, but in fact Zhong Mingcan's brain is also working at a high speed. He feels that he has not lied in his life for more than 10 minutes now, "It was our mistake, you Don't be nervous, just calm down to achieve the same effect as before."

Zhong Mingcan's tone was so sincere, if Duan Fei hadn't gone through the whole process of the conversation outside, he would have almost believed it.

After all, the girl was still shaken by his gentleness: "Okay."

Recording continues.The girl obviously believed Zhong Mingcan's words and calmed down, which was exactly the same effect as before.This also means that with Zhong Mingcan, the recording of the entire song has not progressed at all.The atmosphere gradually sank to freezing point. Even the girl's manager walked in. He wanted to see how long it would take to end, but as soon as he entered the door, he felt a sense of oppression. It was the man sitting in the middle brought.

"stop!"

"Stop! Do it again!"

"Again!"

"This one is good, keep it, and record another one!"

"Stop! Come again!"

"Okay! Continue..."

Zhong Mingcan's emotions were about to break through his limit, and he didn't know that he would become so sensitive.When recording the same section for the 32nd time, he finally couldn't help but aggravate his tone.In fact, the girl in the recording studio was already so tired that she wanted to cry. She repeated the same sound over and over again. She almost didn't know what she was singing. Now, when she heard Zhong Mingcan, she was still angry, and she felt wronged to the extreme in an instant, " "Woo", squatted on the ground covering his face and began to cry, panting while crying.

"I... I won't... I won't record..." The words were broken, "I won't record..., I want to go home..."

Zhong Mingcan saw that he suddenly became like this inside, so he didn't hold back his emotions at all. He threw the mouse in his hand on the table, cursed "Fuck", leaned back on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.He felt his blood rushing to the top of his head, and he could see the red light in front of him even with his eyes closed.

"Hey, hey," Duan Fei saw that the situation was not good, and wanted to quickly stabilize the situation, and immediately cut off the microphone, "Famous and famous, let's let her slow down by herself first, there is still time, don't worry, don't worry, You see, it's useless for you to be anxious, and you can easily get angry if you are in a hurry, don't you..."

The manager on the side didn't understand the situation, but he had been watching for many years, and knew that it was difficult for him to stand out in this situation, so he silently shrank aside, looking at her female artist through a layer of soundproof glass, unable to bear it.

"Either..." Duan Fei was trying to think of an idea, no one wants to spend the whole day here, and if it goes on like this, it may have to stay here all day and night to continue recording, "Either way, let's continue recording first, After recording, we will edit her vocal track alone, and we can synthesize the rest, which will not take a lot of time."

"..."

"Mingcan, do you think this will work?" Duan Fei saw that Zhong Mingcan didn't respond, thinking it was a sign of refusal, he was anxious to light up another fire, "There is not much time now, there are less than 24 hours to go." I have to send it to others, the money has already been taken, if I don’t hand over something to others, it will affect my reputation, and our future business will be difficult to do..."

"……"silence.

"Okay," just as Duan Fei was beating a drum in his heart, Zhong Mingcan, who seemed to have just woken up from a state of contemplation, suddenly said, still calm as usual, "Okay, then you guys continue to record. , I’ll go back first, I don’t want the money, and don’t sign the song, just remember to remove the vocal track I made and record it as her voice.”

"Hey, don't..." Duan Fei didn't expect the matter to develop to this point, and wanted to stop Zhong Mingcan quickly, but was stopped by Zhong Mingcan's light eyes, and immediately stopped in place.

The look in that look...

seem……

It's a disappointment.

The author has something to say: [Note] mastering: refers to mastering.In the music production project, the first thing is to record in separate tracks.A separate track was recorded for the vocals and each instrument (including each rattle for the percussion instruments), and then all the tracks were mixed down into one audio file and then mastered.Originally recorded, edited high-quality tapes or discs used to produce audio-visual products are called master tapes (master discs).A series of processing on the master tape includes EQ, compression, excitation, noise reduction, reverb, etc.

Simply put, it is a very meaningful finishing work to make the recorded sound sound more harmonious.

Of course, there will be songs released directly without mastering, and it cannot be said that other people's works are incomplete, maybe they are pursuing this effect.

But the group of beeps that Zhong Mingcan encountered was purely looking for something.

*Author popo: Little angel, you have to remember that this is the "time is coming" given to you by Ge Qiao~