“Maybe it’s because your social media never pays attention to what’s happening in the third world,” said jx.
The reporter was a little embarrassed by what he said.
Seeing this, Yan Yunzhuo finally couldn't help but said, "Why does he always criticize others?"
He Ling coughed lightly and said, "But what he said does make some sense."
"He's so mean," Yan Yunzhuo said. "Isn't it normal in African countries like Jamaica?"
"Uh, Jamaica is a Caribbean country..." He Ling reminded in a low voice.
When Yan Yunzhuo was about to ask, "Isn't the Caribbean Sea Africa?", Yingzi kicked her and she quickly shut up.
Although Yingzi didn't understand, she knew that the more she talked, the more her IQ would be exposed.
In the video, Chen Ya's voice came slowly:
"...Later, on Jamaica's 'celebration day' of breaking away from British colonial rule and becoming an independent country, their new president invited our band to sing reggae."
"What?" the reporter shouted loudly.
The eyes of everyone in the private collection also widened slightly.
National independence? A new president?
What did I miss just now? Why did it suddenly become so important?
"...So, their country's new capital has a street named after the band's lead singer," JX continued. "I'm a bit less prestigious. I only own a village called JX."
"What?" the reporter shouted even louder.
The video continued to play, and jx continued to narrate slowly:
"Because of this incident, I met a British record producer. I went to England with him. He has a useless nephew named Keith Moon, who always likes to blow up toilets..."
"Wait, blow up the toilet?" the reporter asked.
He gradually felt that there were so many complaints that he couldn't finish complaining.
"To be exact, it was about blowing up toilets," JX said. "His passion for combining explosives and toilets was beyond human comprehension, so I thought he was a genius and decided to use him as a starting point to create a band."
"Wow, wow," the reporter rubbed his nose. He didn't know what the connection was between blowing up toilets and music, but he seemed to have heard rumors about it. "I think I heard that one of the bands you brought here likes to blow up hotel toilets..."
The "British band blows up American toilets" incident made headlines at first, but then it became nothing new.
That weird band always makes a mess of the hotel they stay in every time they have a concert.
The room was covered in flour and the television was thrown into the swimming pool.
The most hateful thing is that they would use explosives they got from somewhere to blow up toilets.
It is said that they spent more than 500,000 US dollars just on repairing toilets in dozens of performances in the United States.
"Yes, that's them," JX said. "That's the band that everyone later came to love, 'The Who.'"
“The Who.”
The reporter repeated the name.
He actually didn't need to repeat himself.
This band is already one of the most popular and hottest bands in the United States.
The reporter leaned forward, his face full of curiosity: "What happened next?"
"At first, I took them to perform underground shows in the UK, and the band gradually became more and more popular," JX said. "During a proper concert, Keith Moon secretly put ten times more explosives in his drum than usual. As a result, it accidentally detonated prematurely and knocked himself out..."
“…”
The reporter didn't know what to say.
"...After carrying that kid away, the band members asked the audience if anyone thought they were good at drums and wanted to come up on stage and help play..."
The reporter smiled bitterly: "Usually in this situation, the band will choose to stop the performance..."
"It turns out there is one." said jx.
"ah?"
"A drummer named John Bonham came up and played the rest of the set with the band, and he played drums just as well as Moon, maybe a little better."
"...Awesome." The reporter flipped through his notebook. "Keith Moon and John Bonham, these two seem to be called great drummers by the media..."
"They are the two best drummers in history." jx corrected.
"The two best drummers ever," the reporter repeated. "There are two of them."
"Yes, there are two best drummers in history, that's normal."
JX put his hand on his chin and said, "You said, this John Bonham is a college student, just graduated, and works as an assembly worker in a car repair shop. Tell me, such a talented person, can I miss him?"
"How did you do it?" the reporter asked.
"I plan to recruit this person into the band, but a band doesn't need two drummers," said jx.
At this point, the reporter had actually already guessed the answer.
“So, I started another band,” he said.
"This band is..."
"Because the band was born out of Keith Moon blowing himself up, he also came up with the name of the band. The band is called Led Zeppelin."
The reporter tactically retreated.
If he were to go out now and ask anyone on the street if they knew about Led Zeppelin, he would be met with a blank stare.
This band is so famous now.
"I never expected that the Zeppelin airship would be assembled in this way," the reporter exclaimed.
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