Chapter 193

The young man named Langley stepped onto the stage and sat down in the middle of the stage, with a light smile on his mouth, jokingly said, "thank you for ED's introduction, thank you for his praise. But I don't think you're here tonight to watch "American Idol."

In the "American Idol" live week, such a link was once set, two singers performed the same track, and then scored high and low.

Langley's ridicule obviously made the audience laugh, but George didn't like it any more: Glib! It's not like a singer, it's more like a talk show actor. It's ridiculous.

"Tonight is Monday, just after a weekend of noise and revelry, now it's time to relax." With his guitar in his arms, Lan Li relaxed and was in a happy mood. This is a stage he is most familiar with. The pleasant and relaxed environment of the scene made his mind completely relaxed, and his words were more casual. "Then I will perform a tune, hoping to add a smile to this night."

George's brow is frowning again, minor? Ballad minor? The creation of this kind of minor is more difficult. In fact, the so-called minor is a handy etude. What this kind of minor reflects is the accumulation and precipitation of the creator. Maybe the sense of massiness is not enough, but the inside information is more abundant. Absolutely not any creator can claim that "I wrote a minor", otherwise it is just overpowering himself.

George scoffed.

Sitting on the stage, Lan Li lowered his head and gently hooked the strings. The clarity and thoroughness of the guitar strings were like a clear stream in the strong atmosphere of the bar, and the noise gradually calmed down. However, the lightness, laziness and freehand brushwork floating in the air were leaping between the melody scores, and the casual melody was like the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon of midsummer, The air is filled with moist water vapor and dry dust, which is comfortable and comfortable. It's so beautiful that people can't help wandering in it. Involuntarily, the curve of the corner of the mouth rises slightly.

This made George a little dazed for a moment.

"Los Angeles, she's a lady, dressed up for a riot." Lan Li's voice with a shallow smile, just like the butterfly on the bud, lightly dancing wings, the moving trembling with a milk like aroma, the atmosphere of the whole bar can not help but become idle, "do not forget to put your hands on the remote control, she is a mobile station... Enjoying the endless flow, the vast flow."

Simple melody, simple lyrics, all the emotions seem to be understated, just like the simplest white shirt, but the real experts know that white shirt is the most exquisite. George really tasted the deep meaning from it, and could not help describing such a wonderful picture in his mind

The enchanting lady, dressed up in the riot crowd, quietly looks at the people coming and going in front of her and the changes in the world. Her long hair is like a black waterfall, with a bright red flower in the back of her head, which complements the flowers full of skirts. The peace in the chaos and the vicissitudes in the agitation vividly outline the power of time.

"In Seattle, she's lonely, standing in the woods in the north, waiting quietly, soaking in the wet shade, sipping the strong coffee."

The white shirt seems to have just been washed. The fragrance of jasmine is dense in the dry sunshine fragrance. Even the way of singing has no modification. The indifference and indifference in the straightforward narration seem to watch the tide rise and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable, making the smile casual.

George couldn't help but close her eyes. The woman in the white dress, standing on the edge of the boundless birch forest, looks lonely. The continuous drizzle makes the air moist, and the endless green becomes fresh and tender. But in the aroma of coffee, she is alone, waiting for her lover, waiting for her family, waiting for her friends, Or... Waiting for yourself. Loss and loss of the few, like water vapor general dense diffusion.

The jump of the guitar string becomes light in the milky yellow halo, but there is a kind of free and uninhibited bard. The whole world is peaceful, but the noise in the ear is more and more turbulent. This huge contrast makes people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves, as if trapped in a world that only they can listen to. Lonely, lonely, sad, lost... Gently floating in the chest.

"New York, New York, she's weathered, wandering, laughing and dancing in the street lights and laughter..." her eyes were a little hot, and the sudden pain was so turbulent, as if she was in such a big New York City with a huge crowd, but she was alone. This loneliness in the laughter and excitement easily defeated all the defense lines, Hard hit in the depths of the soul, can not help but listen to the voice of the vicissitudes of life, singing, "... Waiting for the dawn with a smile, she is waiting for the dawn with a smile."

New York, their New York, unique New York, she is like a carnival figure, always smiling, always dancing, always lonely, never really into the world. That is the most unique temperament of New York. Only when you really roam around and taste it with your heart, can you catch the fleeting sadness.

Without warning, all of George's agitation settled down.

"San Francisco, she is wearing a fishing net, stepping on the high and long heels..." the gentle voice rising gently makes the smile of the corner of her mouth fly up, as if the whole world is gradually bright up, "vermilion lips slightly open, as if she is sighing, back to the East, slowly walking down the long street..."

The graceful figure, the charming high-heeled shoes and the ragged shawl are like Bohemian vagrants walking on the edge of history. They are wandering all the way to the west, slowly, slowly towards an unknown future. Life can never settle down. They are always walking on the road. The unstable wandering has been rooted in their blood, In every corner of the world.

"The heart is in the palm of the hand, the face is facing the ocean."

The understated lyrics are as beautiful as poetry. The wisdom and philosophy hidden between the lines seem to have gone through the vicissitudes of the world and experienced the vicissitudes of the world. This is a true tune. After years of polishing, time precipitation, social impact and soul tempering, it turns those complicated emotions into the simplest melody. It seems that it's just a tune hummed casually when accompanied by a glass of beer at dinner, but it's a witness of a period of life and years.

George slowly opened his eyes and looked at the still young and tender face in the middle of the stage. He always had a smile on the corner of his mouth, just like a bird flying in the wind with its wings spread out. He freely embraced the blue sky and the earth, and recklessly flew over the mountains and the sea. A shallow smile was enough to light up the world.

Then he whispered, "heart in the palm, face... Facing... The ocean."

The state of mind and artistic conception of facing the sea and blooming in spring walk through the light musical symbols. The slightly elevated song then glides through a mellow track and falls down again. It is as light as the feather in Forrest Gump's story that can never fall down. It shuttles through time and space and floats gently in the heart.

George's eyes fell on the figure. For a long time, he didn't want to leave. In his body, you can see the natural and uninhibited as a minstrel, and the indulgence and casual as wandering around the world. The power of time seems to slip through his fingertips quickly, and then leave a trace that people can't see.

George was so excited that he almost wanted to jump up. You know how many big waves he had seen, and he was on the same stage with Bob Dylan at the beginning. Even if he was not a respected old man in the industry, it was not far away. But it's been a long time. He can't even remember the last time he was so excited. Did he hear Norah Jones' first album? Was that 2001 or 2002?

What really excited George was not the song, but the talent and talent revealed by the melody. To be honest, this song is not as good as "Ophelia" just now, and maybe even worse than the completion of "top class". But, this is a minor, casual minor, a few simple chords plus a few simple groups of lyrics, in a simple way to perform, but so wonderful that the language lost color.

Although it's only one song, George is willing to visit in person with only one song. Tonight, he agreed to Stanley's invitation. He thought it was a vain trip, but now he found a rare treasure, which made George's mood a little unbearable.

What's more, George won't forget his prejudice just now - the inferiority of age and the vicissitudes of the song form an absolute contrast, just like Leanne REMS and Nora Jones, who are young and famous geniuses. They are so amazing. When Nora was born with the album "come away with me", jazz also needed voice, talent and talent, which successfully excited the whole North American music world. Now, did he find a second Nora?

In a flash, the impression took a 180 degree turn.

Although he overturned his own judgment, George did not feel embarrassed at all - what if he could meet a real musical genius, just a little humiliating?

George is a pure music lover, with no distractions, no attention, and even more concentration than Stanley. Not only was he not embarrassed, but he was excited. He could not help sitting up straight and looking at the stage with bright eyes. He was highly concentrated and had a strong interest in the follow-up performance.

Note: Los Angeles - pushstart wagon