The lead singer of Nirvana committed suicide by shooting himself on April 5th, reportedly due to unbearable depression.

These people in the capital are commemorating the deceased on May 16th, which is a full month and a half late.

What kind of spirit is it for a group of Chinese people to commemorate a foreigner?

In Liang Liang's view, this was the spirit of being a fool, but it seemed to be quite normal in that era.

Liang Liang didn't count how many bands from Beijing participated in the memorial event. Anyway, one band would go on stage every now and then, say a few words of condolence, and those who could speak English would sing a Nirvana song, while those who couldn't would leave the stage after their speech.

After joining forces with the Ouwu Ge and Face Band, they also prepared to go on stage and say a few words.

Dou Wei had nowhere to go and didn't seem very interested in the activities on stage. He turned around and saw Liang Liang and five or six people standing against the wall in a corner, so he came over.

"Dude! Got a cigarette?"

Liang patted Han Chui on the shoulder, and Han Chui took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, looked at it under the light, and was about to hand it over, asking casually, "Do you smoke domestic or foreign cigarettes?"

"I'm not used to domestic cigarettes, I don't like foreign ones."

It sounds a bit awkward that people in Beijing aren't used to smoking foreign cigarettes. Aren't Chinese cigarettes, like foreign ones, a blend?

"Give him a nice box," Liang Liang said.

Han Chui's satchel contained several kinds of cigarettes, ranging from a little over one yuan to a little over six yuan.

This guy is willing to carry it, probably for his own convenience when smoking.

Han Chui then pulled out another box of Yuxi cigarettes and tossed it to Dou Wei.

"Holy crap! Smoking Yuxi cigarettes! What a big spender!"

"Brother Dou! Where are you working now?"

"Sigh! Don't even mention it!" Douwei opened the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and handed the pack back to Liang Liang.

Liang Liang took it and casually stuffed it into Dou Wei's pocket: "A pack of cigarettes! Keep it!"

"Thank you! I'm currently performing with a song and dance troupe, singing David's songs and sometimes English songs."

"That sounds interesting."

"It means nothing."

"If it's not fun, why are you still hanging out here? I see you've grown your hair so long, are you planning to go rock and roll?"

"We're in the process of forming a band with a few like-minded people. The band is almost complete, and we've rehearsed some performances. We'll be looking for a place to perform in the next couple of days."

"Oh. The band is already formed? Can you tell us their name?"

"A small band, with no secrets, called Dream!"

Dreaming Band!

Holy crap!

Although he was no longer involved with the Black Panther band, the Dreaming Band made a comeback.

Does this mean that "Light of Hope" is going to reappear?

Besides his original songs from the Black Panther era, Liang Liang also really likes Dou Wei's songs, such as "Light of Hope". As for the songs he sang after leaving the Dream Band, such as "Black Dream" and "Sunny Day", which have no metal flavor, although he likes some of them, he is no longer so obsessed with them.

In the later stages, as Douwei was trying to become an immortal, he basically gave up on works with fewer and fewer lyrics.

If you don't understand, you can always just stay away without pretending, right?

In this life, since time and space have already gone wrong and many things have been distorted, he doesn't want Douwei to play with those experimental things anymore. Or you can experiment, but you have to sing. What kind of song is it if you don't sing?

Of course, if his experimental compositions become as valuable as Van Gogh's paintings after his death a hundred years later, Liang Liang will be helpless about it.

Even so, he still wouldn't make it.

"You know that Mr. Su Ennan is going to hold a concert in Beijing, right?"

Douwei nodded: "Of course I know, he's a popular singer now."

"He's looking for a local band to start his concert. Anyone interested in checking it out?"

Douwei was stunned on the spot, blinking for a long time as if he hadn't reacted.

"Huh? You want us to fill in the gaps? You're not a scammer, are you?"

Liang Liang chuckled: "Brother Dou! Even though your surname is Dou, you're not a fool. If I were a conman and wanted to scam you, at least you'd have to have something to offer me. What would I scam you for? You can't even afford a pack of cigarettes, what's there for me to scam?"

Douwei thought about it and it seemed to make sense: "Then how did they find me?"

"Isn't this just a lucky coincidence? Maybe it's fate. But if you don't want to do it, then just pretend I didn't say anything. We'll go to the Palace of the Rainbows tomorrow night and find another band."

"No! We'll do it. It's just a warm-up song, right?"

"If you have any good songs, you can sing two. You won't be paid for them; you'll get fifty for each one."

Douwei felt like he'd struck gold today, thinking he'd made a fortune.

The conversation then entered a more heartfelt and sincere phase.

A name that Dou Wei mentioned caught Liang Liang's attention.

Meng Xiangshun?

Which Meng Xiangshun? Could it be Meng Xiangshun from the Flying Fire Band?

"Meng Xiangshun? Wait! Isn't the Meng Xiangshun you're talking about the lead singer of a band called Flying Fire?"

Douwei asked in surprise, "How do you know the Flying Fire Band?"

"Last year, it was either July or August, or September or October... I can't remember exactly which month. We saw them performing on the streets of Guangdong, and that's how we met."

"The Flying Fire Band has now disbanded. The drummer and keyboardist of Flying Fire felt that there was no future in playing this game, so they went to perform with a theater troupe. Meng Xiangshun and bassist Xiao Tong picked up a keyboardist and I joined them to form the Dreaming Band."

"We're having a rehearsal on the 19th. Come over then, let's all get together."

Meeting the Flying Fire Band in Beijing was like meeting old friends in a foreign land.

The two parties exchanged contact information.

As soon as Su Ennan entered the club, his friend pulled him aside and whispered among himself.

Liang Liang didn't know Su Ennan's friends, so he didn't go over to join in the fun.

The commemorative activities on stage continued, but they took a different turn, feeling more like a concert.

It would be hilarious if a commemorative party turned into a concert.

When a fat man goes on stage and sings "I pray for love without pain," the nature of this party truly changes.

Liang Liang recognized the man singing "I Pray" on stage; he would become a big brother figure in Beijing's rock scene more than a decade later.

However, at this time, apart from his age, he was not yet considered a senior figure, nor had he become famous yet; becoming famous was a matter for next year.

After Su Ennan and his friend finally finished their conversation, his friend left and Su Ennan returned to Liang Liang's side.

"Brother Nan! Let me introduce you. This is Dou Wei, the lead singer of the Dreaming Band. He's the band I found to fill in the show."

"Ah! You've found another opening act band!" Su Ennan exclaimed.

Liang Liang felt that things seemed to have gone wrong. Why did Su Ennan use the word "again"?

Did he also hire a pre-show band?

This seems to have gone completely wrong!