FYN Chapter 62 As expected of Yao Feng's disciple
Chapter 62 As expected of Yao Feng's disciple
"But in the chorus, I wanted to add some more powerful elements."
"Using electric guitar strumming instead of acoustic guitar allows for a more robust drumbeat."
"For the interlude, you could add a short, clean guitar solo."
Chen Lang explained his thoughts little by little.
This arrangement approach is basically an adaptation based on the original version.
It retains the warm and intimate melody of the song, while adding some bright pop-rock elements.
It possesses both the clarity of a child and a subtle sense of control that transcends age.
Yao Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter after hearing this.
As soon as Chen Lang said that, a picture immediately came to mind.
"Can!"
"This is an excellent idea!"
"It retains the warm core of the song while making it more powerful and fashionable."
"We'll do as you say!"
"Truly worthy of being my disciple, Yao Feng's disciple!"
He boasted a little, patted Chen Lang on the shoulder, and looked pleased.
"So, do you need your uncle's help?"
Chen Lang shook his head with a firm look in his eyes.
"Uncle, I want to do it myself this time."
"From the complete arrangement and instrumentation to the final mixing, I want to do it all by myself."
It was, after all, his first work of this era, so he had to handle everything himself.
After he finished speaking, he smiled at Yao Feng again.
"When we're recording the accompaniment, I'll need my uncle and a few of my mentors to come and help."
"I'm most proficient at the drums and guitar."
"Pianos and basses are best suited for professionals like you."
Yao Feng laughed and vigorously rubbed Chen Lang's head.
"no problem!"
"When the time comes, I'll call all your masters over!"
"Let them see what my nephew is capable of!"
He secretly wondered what kind of shocked expressions Yu Deshen and Wang Sen would have when they saw Langlang's original work.
Just imagining that scene is exciting.
Dinner ended in such a warm and lively atmosphere.
Everyone felt genuinely happy and proud of Chen Lang's growth.
This eight-year-old child has brought endless surprises and hope to this family with his talent.
His musical journey has only just begun.
The whole family was filled with excitement because of this song.
Looking at the son she had raised, Liu Xiaoli's eyes were full of tenderness and pride.
Grandma knew that her grandson-in-law had written a song that even his uncle praised.
The smile on her face never stopped.
I'm already planning to have a good chat with my old girlfriends tomorrow.
At the dinner table, Yao Feng picked up the manuscript again.
He pointed to the date written by Chen Lang in the lower right corner of the manuscript.
September 23, 1994.
He praised it with a look of satisfaction.
"Not bad, at least you know to leave a receipt."
"This is a good habit; keep it up."
As he spoke, he took a pen out of his pocket and signed his name and the date below the original date.
"Yao Feng, September 23, 1994."
He handed the manuscript back to Chen Lang.
"I've put it away."
"From today onwards, this manuscript will be your song."
"If anyone dares to use it in the future and claims that he wrote it, this will be the most direct evidence."
Chen Lang solemnly accepted the manuscript and nodded with a smile.
He understood what his uncle meant.
At that time, copyright protection in China was just beginning and riddled with loopholes.
A proper copyright registration system will not be officially launched until next year.
For professional musicians like them, being plagiarized is a common occurrence and also the thing they hate the most.
Therefore, they also have a set of methods for determining the ownership of works.
Original manuscripts like these, bearing dates and witness signatures, are among the most important.
From this moment on, this thin piece of paper took on a different weight.
After dinner, the family moved to the music room next door.
Chen Lang played the drums, Yao Feng played the piano, and Yao Beina and Liu Yifei stood in front of the microphone. The three children sang this song that belonged to them for the first time in its entirety.
When the words "You are my sister, you are my baby" were sung by the two girls.
All the adults in the music room smiled knowingly.
Over the next few days, Chen Lang's life settled into a regular and fulfilling rhythm.
During the daytime classes, Liu Yifei would hold an English-Chinese dictionary, her little mouth occasionally moving slightly.
Chen Lang spread out his sheet music notebook and started writing and drawing on it.
He is perfecting the arrangement of the song "Sisters".
This task wasn't actually too difficult for him.
With the original complete structure in his mind as a foundation, what he needs to do is fill in and adjust the details.
For example, in which measure should arpeggios be added to the guitar?
In which section should the drum rhythm be made denser and more dynamic?
How should the melody of the guitar solo in the interlude be written to be both technically impressive and not too cheesy?
He already had countless plans for these things in his mind.
What he needs to do now is to put the most suitable one on paper.
After school, it's time for the arts troupe to rehearse.
Chen Lang and Liu Yifei will go to the rehearsal hall behind the auditorium.
For the chorus and dance, they were just following along and getting familiar with the process.
Most of the time, Teacher Wang Hao would give them extra lessons, reserving a separate practice room for them so they could practice their pieces.
Chen Lang would sit at the piano and play the musical arrangements he had written during the day for Liu Yifei.
Liu Yifei took the lyrics and practiced along with his piano playing, over and over again.
She has a good memory and learns songs very quickly.
After a few days, she had memorized the melody and lyrics of the entire song perfectly.
I got home and had dinner.
The music room became Chen Lang's personal laboratory.
He expressed all his thoughts from the day through musical instruments.
Sometimes it's a guitar, sometimes a drum set, and sometimes a piano.
Record the performance segments using that TASCAM multitrack recorder, then listen to them repeatedly and revise them over and over again.
In the dance studio next door, Liu Yifei was doing a split with her feet propped up on foam bricks, lying on the floor mat, her hands supporting her chin as she watched him work.
Yao Feng would come over almost every night.
He moved a small stool and sat in the corner of the music room, listening and watching quietly.
He watched Chen Lang, sometimes focused, sometimes frowning, and sometimes with a look of sudden realization.
He could hear Chen Lang's ingenuity in the arrangement, as well as his hesitation and struggle in certain details.
On several occasions, he noticed some minor flaws in Chen Lang's arrangement, some places that, in his opinion, could have been handled better.
But he remained silent.
Just as he himself said.
This is Chen Lang's own work; it's his first song.
Whether it's good or bad, it's just the beginning.
This process must be completed independently by him.
Any interference from others is a desecration of this purity.
Yao Feng listened silently, feeling the joy of watching his nephew grow up, his heart filled with the satisfaction of a father.
Suddenly, I couldn't help but curse Shen Jingfang in my heart again.
I've raised your son so well, why don't you entrust him to me?
When you get back, I'll show you what I'm made of...