Chapter 59

Chu Xiaoyi has always believed that he knows pop music very well. Its accurate concept should be commodity music, which is music created for the main purpose of profit. However, laymen always think that pop music is widely spread music. In fact, this is a very unscientific classification method. It is easy to divide the well-known songs such as the march of the volunteers, and it is easy to exclude some pop music that is not popular.

Literally, "popular" means easy to understand and "popular" means widely spread. Then only "commodity music" is the most scientific, reasonable and accurate concept, which is the "popular music" discussed in the music style. The saying of pop music comes from the translation of the word.

However, this is Chu Xiaoyi's confusion. It's reasonable that his music can be profitable, but he knows that pop music is at least the level of musicians such as Jay Chou. How can it slide to this point?

Chu Xiaoyi's song hasn't burst before. He just thinks his level is not enough, but this Christmas track burst unexpectedly, which made him fall into self doubt. He stared at the simplified repertoire in a daze and couldn't understand it: "is my song really well written?"

Chu Xiaoyi is convinced that the melody must not sound good. Even if Liang Shuangqi closes his eyes and blows Chu Xiaoxiao, the other party has a real evaluation in his heart. There is no difference in the melody between the two versions, that is, there are differences in chords, orchestrations and so on. He needs to repeat these things.

Chu Xiaoyi seriously fiddled with the computer. Now he is inexplicably successful. Of course, he wants to know the reason for his success.

He Xin saw that he was absorbed and said frankly, "in fact, I think the version you gave Xiao Xiao is quite brainwashing and makes people feel very comfortable. Your other version sounds a little strange. You can't say it doesn't sound good, but I've never heard it before..."

Chu Xiaoyi Tucao said: "because you think brainwashing is the chord of the rotten street, and you can't make complaints about it. You will feel familiar and comfortable, and your ears will always be immersed in this kind of voice."

He Xin was surprised and said, "really? But when I listened to that version, I thought the song was brand-new. I didn't think it was bad street. Is it plagiarism to use the chord of bad street?"

Chu Xiaoyi rubbed his temples with a headache. Now he misses Liang Shuangqi inexplicably. At least the other party is not a layman. He collapsed slightly and said, "well, not... But I really can't explain this problem to you laymen."

Chu Xiaoyi is now like a designer. He doesn't know anything about Party A and has to talk nonsense. His mouth is "colorful black", which frustrates his spirit.

He Xin was bumped against the wall at Chu Xiaoyi. He could only touch his nose reluctantly and didn't know what to say. A moment later, Chu Xiaoyi suddenly sat up straight. A flash of light came into his mind and suddenly asked, "you just said you think the song is new?"

He Xin: "yes."

Chu Xiaoyi simply wrote a paragraph now, still using techniques without nutrition. He played it to He Xin: "do you think it's new?"

He Xin nodded: "yes, and I think it's better than Christmas Song..."

The Christmas song uses the melody that Chu Xiaoxiao hums casually, but this paragraph is written by Chu Xiaoyi casually. The expert is always better than the layman.

Chu Xiaoyi successfully verified his conjecture. He suddenly learned the way to write pop songs, that is, to cater to the audience's routine aesthetics, which was easy for him!

Chu Xiaoyi and Liang Shuangqi are music learners. They have heard countless excellent music works. Naturally, they don't look at the bad routine. They just feel that the composer doesn't pay enough attention. However, outsiders such as Chu Xiaoxiao and He Xin have heard limited repertoire. They still don't understand the deeper things and can't tell the difference at all.

Chu Xiaoyi suddenly realized the business opportunity. He had to write music well for a long time, but once the routine can be mass produced, as long as He Xin and others can't hear the difference and save a lot of energy in an instant.

Chu Xiaoyi finished three tracks in one afternoon. Each capital can be praised by He Xin, and the other party thinks that each capital is different!

He Xin said happily, "I think these songs will be used for the next album. I have a hunch that there must be songs that can explode!"

Chu Xiaoyi had just started to work hard. He felt that the singer's dream was close at hand. He wrote three songs in a row, as if he saw the golden stage Avenue. Now, his excitement gradually cooled down. He looked at the songs on the screen and fell into a daze. Finally, he reached out to delete the three newly released songs and murmured, "forget it, I don't think it's very good..."

Seeing the deletion, He Xin hurriedly tried to stop it and said in surprise, "what's not so good? We all feel good!"

Chu Xiaoyi felt familiar powerlessness and rushed to his chest. He pondered for a few seconds and hung his head and lost his airway: "you don't understand. Of course, you don't think it's bad, but if I do, it's very mean."

Chu Xiaoyi certainly wants to set foot on a larger music stage, but he always feels that such a fool is like a thief taking a shortcut, which makes people's conscience uneasy. His new song has been promoted by fans. As long as he pleases the routine aesthetics a little, he will achieve good results, just like that Christmas song, but is this right?

He Xin patiently advised, "even if you don't write such songs, others will write them. What's mean? You said you wanted to make money from your music!"

Chu Xiaoyi sneered: "other musicians can't afford to eat. I earn money by acting and bring my own fans, but I take the lead in expelling bad money from good money. Is there any face to be confused when it comes out? Can I still raise my head in front of other musicians?"

Chu Xiaoyi believes that it's really a little shameless that he brought his own traffic and deliberately damaged the music market. Some musicians may make concessions for survival and can be understood. If they have no pressure to survive and set bad examples, they have no morality in the Jianghu.

He Xin looked strange: "but you said that pop music is commodity music. You want to make a profit!"

He Xin really doesn't understand music creation. Naturally, he is puzzled by Chu Xiaoyi's stubbornness. He didn't think making money was a despicable thing. Besides, Chu Xiaoyi didn't plagiarize and other stains. He was afraid of insiders gossiping about the songs he wrote with his ability? Even if they whisper in private, it is envy, jealousy and hatred!

Chu Xiaoyi sighed. He said helplessly, "I was too naive before. I may not be able to make this money. I can't pass this level in my heart... Even if it's money-making music, I always want the bottom line."

"You like songs like that. In the final analysis, it's our fault. We didn't create more excellent songs for you to hear and keep your bottom line lower. We can only accept the existing songs in the market..." Chu Xiaoyi whispered, "I'm only in my twenties. I believe I can write excellent and popular songs sooner or later. Such a music environment will change one day."

Chu Xiaoyi learned one thing from Chu Xiaoyi, that is, don't deceive yourself. He can deceive anyone, but he can never deceive himself. Now he makes money for pop music by opportunism. In the final analysis, he just lowers his composing level, which has no practical significance, let alone a long-term plan.

If the public is surrounded by excellent songs, they will naturally be able to distinguish the merits of songs and have higher aesthetic ability if they listen to enough songs. However, in order to make money and follow the trend, creators frantically write non nutritious songs, which is to destroy the good market and smash their jobs.

In the short run, some creators earn very high profits and seem to have achieved secular achievements; in the long run, all creators suffer deeply and the circle is completely destroyed.

The domestic music circle has been ruined, and the public will not be affected. Some listeners can still enjoy the music of Europe, America, Japan and South Korea. Only domestic musicians can't eat. Their practice is to force some listeners away in a disguised way, so that those who have the ability to appreciate domestic music lose confidence in domestic music.

Chu Xiaoyi will embark on the road of music because he heard countless excellent domestic pop music in his childhood. At that time, it was a hundred flowers blooming and dazzling, but now it is regrettable to wither. He can't run to compare with others because others are rotten. What kind of pursuit of dreams is that?

He Xin originally wanted to persuade again, but after listening to Chu Xiaoyi's sincere tone, he realized that the other party had made up his mind, so he had to say helplessly: "well, anyway, you don't do similar things once or twice, I just really feel a little pity..."

Chu Xiaoyi is an unconventional traffic star. He Xin has always been painful and happy to work with him. It is not the first time that the other party missed the opportunity of the so-called fire. If Chu Xiaoyi is really a regular star, he can't say so many stupid words.

Chu Xiaoyi saw his agent let go. He immediately relaxed and joked leisurely: "look what you said, as if I usually let you make less money!"

He Xin said weakly, "can I still find business cooperation for this Christmas song?"

Chu Xiao Yiyi said, "this is a gift from me to my sister. It is not created for the purpose of profit. Of course, it has nothing to do with money!"

Chu Xiaoyi can tolerate the existence of Christmas songs because its birth background is different, but if he wants to cash in this song and make money, it will change things in an instant. He thinks it's OK to write such songs to coax his sister. If he really wants to pursue his music dream, he still has to follow the old path step by step.

Chu Xiaoyi untied his heart knot and immediately felt suddenly enlightened. Anyway, he still had time, and music creation was not achieved overnight.

However, Chu Xiaoyi also has a headache about one thing, that is, Chu Xiaoxiao desperately plays Christmas music at home. She can't wait to listen to it more than ten times a day, which makes Chu Xiaoyi almost collapse. He was still complacent at the beginning, but it's really unbearable to accompany her to listen to his songs every day!

Chu Xiaoyi was not only happy with her sister's affirmation of her repertoire, but also helpless in her fanatical love of this song. He finally couldn't help saying, "Chu Xiaoxiao, can you listen to other songs? Many songs are better than this song."

Chu Xiaoxiao lay lazily on the sofa. She stretched out her small hand to play with the music box and cut the nail and cut the railway: "no song is better than this song."

Chu Xiaoyi has always been afraid of words. At this time, he was flustered in the face of his sister's high praise. He waved his hand and said: "... No, no, don't dare to be. There are really many songs better than it."

Chu Xiaoyi: even if he is shameless at ordinary times, he doesn't dare to say that his arranger is the best in the world!

Chu Xiaoyi simply used his mobile phone to play a work by the king of pop. He said sincerely: "listen to this song. I'm sure it's better than the song you play..."

Chu Xiaoxiao: "it doesn't sound good."

Chu Xiaoyi was speechless for a moment. He thought it might be that the song is old. He picked another divine song that has recently become popular overseas and patiently said, "then let's change another song. There is definitely something better in the world than this song..."

Chu Xiaoxiao is still stubborn: "it doesn't sound good."

Chu Xiaoyi was stunned. He was silent for a moment and finally collapsed and hugged his head: "why do you like this song? It's really not the best!"

Chu Xiao blinked. Holding her small chin, she said solemnly, "the songs you play are also very good, but they are not written for me. This song was written for me by Santa Claus. Of course, I think it is the best song in the world."

"Others may think the songs you play are better, but for me, Santa Claus's gifts are different. I can feel the special intention inside, which is not found in other songs."

Chu Xiaoxiao certainly knows that her brother plays songs by well-known singers, but what does that have to do with her? Even if the song written by Santa Claus doesn't sound good, she will be very happy to receive it. This is a song written for her, and this intention can't be replaced.

Chu Xiaoyi saw that she looked serious. If he was stunned by thunder, he suddenly realized that his sister might not understand music, but in her opinion, his mind is far more important than the song itself!

Of course she knows that there are many songs better than this Christmas song, but she still ranks it first with selfishness!

Chu Xiaoyi was about to cry for her sister's warm heart. Originally, he was worried that she had no music aesthetics, but when he learned the truth, he had mixed feelings and couldn't help picking up the little thing.

He was moved to purr, and his heart was healed in a second when he was severely hit by netizens. Holding her, he turned around and said solemnly: "I will write songs for you in the future..."

Chu Xiaoyi: it's not that my sister doesn't understand music. She just understands the heart behind music better!

"?" Chu Xiao didn't understand what he was talking about, so he was suddenly picked up by him and forced to sit on the human flesh roller coaster. She doesn't know why Chu Xiaoyi is so happy. This song was written by Santa Claus. What does it have to do with him?

She didn't understand his sudden madness. When she was raised, she felt dizzy again. She had to hold his hair angrily and screamed, "I'm going to vomit! Put me down!"

Chu Xiaoxiao's resistance had no effect. He was rubbed by his cruel and enthusiastic brother, just like a kitten forced by human beings. His face was unhappy but his struggle was ineffective. She still couldn't adapt to such extreme friendly expression, which made her feel like a glutinous rice ball to be swallowed by one mouthful and sadly Rua came to Rua.

Chuxiao: why can't I be a giant four or five meters high? Then I can press him on the sofa, Rua.

Chu Xiaoyi regained confidence in his sister. He happily ran back to the house and decided to create with joy. He felt that the inspiration in his mind was endless. She doesn't like his full version of Christmas songs, but his future full version of songs will definitely impress her. He firmly believes in this!

Chu Xiaoyi saw that Chu Xiaoyi finally left happily. She began to search secretly in the corner, input "how to grow tall quickly" into the search box, and planned to secretly implement the plan.

She has planted a small seed of revenge in the bottom of her heart. The cheap brother is now several as tall as her, so she can knead her wantonly by virtue of her advantages. When she grows as tall as several of him, she can let him taste the taste of strong Rua's ashes!