At 9 a.m. Eastern Time (EST), it was just after 9 p.m. in New York, USA.
Axl, who had just hung up the phone, still had a smile on his face, but as the busy tone of the phone rang, it finally turned into a deep sigh.
"Alright, alright, guys, there's no time for gloom," Jeff stood up. "There are tens of thousands of people waiting for you outside!"
Everyone stood up, stretched, picked up their guitars, and turned the pockets of their performance clothes inside out and then back inside.
“Go! Go! Go!”
"Get high!"
The lights shone, and the sound of helicopter propellers drowned out the waves of people.
The platform rises in the center of Times Square, complementing the neon lights of the distant buildings.
On the big screen in the building, the golden letters of gunsroses were dazzling.
Below the platform, waves of people came one after another like swaying waves of wheat, and waves of cheers rose and fell like the tide.
Axl Rose slowly rose from the lift and entered the crowd's field of vision. He was wearing a black T-shirt on the upper body and red boxer briefs on the lower body, and his long, slightly curly hair fluttered in the wind.
A louder cheer drowned out the roar of the helicopter's propellers. The helicopter flew away, and the patrol cars on the ground stood ready.
"Just now, just now," the lead singer on the stage held the microphone, "JX's friends called us."
The audience below stared at the stage in confusion.
"JX, friends, JX!" The lead singer's droning voice is extremely penetrating. "Next you will hear 'November Rain' written by JX for us. It's dedicated to everyone!"
The audience seemed to understand what had just happened. Waves of screams were like waves hitting rocks, and the crowd took turns carrying the fainted person out of the field.
The piano and violin sounded together, the epic and majestic piano sound, and the melodious flute sound added in the middle, as if humming a long story.
"When I look into your eyes, I see suppressed love.
But, darling, when I hug you, do you know that I feel the same way?
Because nothing is permanent, and we understand that hearts can change."
The crowd swayed and rose and fell with the music.
This 9-minute song cannot be played on any radio station due to its length, because no radio station will spare the full 9 minutes to play this song.
But this song, with its strong strength, went straight to No. 30 on the Billboard Hot Singles, second only to "Don't Cry" on the same album.
It has been praised by many music critics as a "perfect masterpiece" and "a poetic symphonic rock."
At the same time, its MV won the MTV Best Cinematography Award and exceeded 100 million views on YouTube in just one month.
Because of this MV, owners of major music store were overjoyed, and monthly guitar sales tripled year-on-year.
Sh stood there with a guitar in his arms, like a lone wolf, strumming the guitar with his fingers. Many years later, this solo would be recorded in a documentary and become one of the "ten most exciting solos in rock history."
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"Were these albums also written by JX? Or were they just given to him by others?" Gao Xiaobai asked.
"Didn't the Guns N' Roses manager just say," Jiang Xinhai said, "that JX is a mysterious songwriter or something like that?"
"But..." Gao Xiaobai was a little crazy, "These songs are all hits in the European and American circles. Could he have written them all by himself?"
If it was just a hard rock song like Guns N' Roses written by jx, then he would be easier to understand.
But if pop rock songs like Maroon 5 and Linkin Park were also written by JX, then he would really be defeated.
For someone like Gao Xiaobai, if someone praises a song that's well-received but unpopular, he'll just laugh it off. After all, he also had "She at My Desk"—who didn't have a hit back then? No matter how good your writing is, are you as famous as me?
But if it was a song that was both critically and commercially successful, and even his mother and son were playing it on repeat, and it was said that it was written by JX, he wouldn't be able to accept it.
Why is the American people's aesthetic taste like this?
Jiang Xinhai shrugged.
She has no control over what Gao Xiaobai thinks.
She knew that Chen Ya was the kind of person who would only talk about seven out of ten things he did.
He said that most of the songs in his private collection are his, so that must be it.
If it was someone else's song, given his personality, he would probably have marked it like he did on Pink Floyd's previous albums, saying "I put this song in at their strong request. I didn't want to put it here originally."
If he says that others strongly requested it to be put in, then that's definitely true.
Chen Ya would never lie about such boring things.
Jiang Xinhai thought so, but others didn’t think so.
Not everyone knows Chen Ya as well as she does.
"These albums," Gao Xiaobai pointed at the bookshelves, "could you just throw out a song and at least hundreds of millions of people would have listened to it."
Yingzi frowned at him, thinking his words were scary. Yan Yunzhuo smiled and said, "Teacher Gao, you're exaggerating..."
"Exaggeration? I was being quite restrained!" Gao Xiaobai casually tapped the screen. "Take Maroon 5, for example. They have several hits that are also century hits."
As he clicked, the background music changed and a whistle sounded.
As soon as the whistle sounded, the expressions on everyone's faces became interesting.
"I've actually heard this one before, the super magical song, especially the whistle part." He Ling said with eyes wide open.
"'Moves Like Jagger,'" Gao Xiaobai said. "You see, this is also very popular in China, but people don't know it's from this band."
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