"Did you all hear that? This guy said there's not much difference between rock and pop."
Han Lin suddenly shouted that.
That shout threw the bar into a bit of chaos.
"Who said that? Aren't they afraid of their words being exposed?"
"You can tell just by listening to nonsense. How can rock music be the same as pop music?"
"This is obviously from an amateur. Only an amateur could say such idiotic things."
A jumble of noises emanated from every corner of the bar.
Liang Liang was speechless. Whether it's rock or pop, you have to sing with your mouth, right? Am I wrong to say there's not much difference?
Although this explanation is somewhat unethical.
"Have you ever been exposed to rock music?" Liu Yuyong asked again.
"I've had some exposure to it, but I don't know much about it," Liang Liang said modestly.
What about musical instruments?
"I can strum a few notes on guitar and bass, and I can manage the drums to the point that I'm not an expert, but my skill level is just average, only at the beginner level."
Liang Liang became even more modest.
"Then why did you form a band?" another young man who hadn't spoken up earlier interjected.
"Of course, I don't know how to do anything else, just to make a living."
"Hehe! Xiao Liang! I'm not trying to discourage you, but this rice really isn't very tasty."
"I know! I think I can do it."
"Haha! Did you guys hear that? He said he thinks he can do it!" Han Lin laughed heartily.
It's this guy again. What have I ever done to you?
“You think you can do it? What makes you think you can?” Ling Hongbing chimed in.
The girls around them laughed scornfully and frivolously, looking at Liang Liang as if he were an idiot.
One of the girls even blurted out, "Wang Fan, did you bring this idiot here?"
Wang Fan wiped his face, somewhat regretting bringing Liang Liang here.
This person has really embarrassed himself.
However, Liu Yuyong did not laugh, even though he wanted to.
Youth is wonderful; one truly knows no bounds.
He was once so confident, but then life lashed him down.
With just a guitar, supporting a wife is out of the question, let alone supporting oneself.
Now he can only make a living by running a training class during the day, and can only continue his hobby at night.
Like Wang Fan, rock and roll has been downgraded from an ideal to a hobby.
But that wasn't the reason he didn't smile. He didn't smile because he saw a kind of confidence in Liang Liang's eyes, a powerful confidence he had never seen before.
"You seem to have a good voice, given your confidence. Why don't you go on stage and sing a song, preferably one of your own compositions?" Liu Yuyong suggested.
"There's no need for that! What's the point of listening to someone who sings pop songs? Besides, what songs could he possibly have of his own?" Zhang Hai said.
"Didn't he say he'd dabbled in rock music? Was it Xiao Liang?"
Liang Liang nodded.
"Then sing a rock song or something with a rock style. I'll lend you my guitar so I can see how good you are at it."
Liu Yuyong handed his guitar to Liang Liang.
This is also an Ibaner electric guitar, but it's a step down from Liang Liang's and not as expensive.
Qin Wenju bought him the best guitar she could find in Lianwan City.
Liang Liang took the guitar and tested the sound.
The pitch is very accurate.
Liang Liang walked onto the small stage, looked around, and mainly looked at the drum set.
"You know what, they're really putting on a show of respect." Someone chimed in.
"If you don't open your mouth, just stand there, and you wouldn't believe it if you said you were a rock singer."
After watching the performance, Liang Liang said, "Hello everyone! My name is Liang Liang! I come from Yahe. I am sorry to embarrass myself by coming on stage. My singing is not very good and my skill level is not high. Please bear with me."
"Sing already! Let's see what your skill level really is."
Liang Liang adjusted the microphone stand; the original height was a bit too low.
"I have a small request before I start singing: could you take the bass drum off and bring it to my feet?"
Liang Liang's words stunned everyone in the bar.
"You're going to play the bass drum yourself to accompany yourself?" the bar owner asked.
Liang Liang nodded.
He noticed that the bass drum on the drum kit was separate and not attached to the tom-tom, so it could be removed and used independently.
Holy crap! There's this kind of thing? Playing guitar and kicking the bass drum at the same time!
"I don't know how good he is, but he's got a lot of problems to deal with." Han Lin said in a strange tone again.
Liang Liang frowned and gave Han Lin a cold look.
This guy was playing bass on stage just now.
The bar owner thought for a moment and then instructed the waiter to remove the bass drum and move it to the microphone stand to secure it.
You can't step on the drum with both feet unless you're sitting down.
If he's sitting down, there's no need for him to bring the bass drum to the front.
The main issue is that sitting down isn't suitable for showing off.
Liang Liang doesn't usually like to show off, but he felt he should do so in this situation.
Liang Liang stepped on the bass drum and chose the best posture.
He didn't introduce what song he was going to sing, and then he started playing the guitar.
Thump! Thump thump! Thump! Thump thump thump thump!
The guitar intro begins.
Liu Yuyong's expression immediately turned serious.
Although the intro is almost entirely based on open notes on the 2nd and 3rd strings, which doesn't explain much, the guitarist played it very accurately, and the glissando at the moment the song started was clear and natural.
Based solely on these performances, this guy's guitar skills are definitely more than just beginner level.
Even beginners can't play such a steady melody.
Silent birds flew across the sky.
It has neither a tongue nor feet.
There is nowhere for me to rest and stay.
Nobody heard my chirping.
This is Xia Yue's "Grey Bird" more than a decade later.
The simple and straightforward lyrics, combined with the weathered singing style, made him a hit on the 2014 "The Voice of China" program.
"Holy crap! This isn't pop, this is authentic rock!" Wang Fan recognized it immediately.
"It is indeed rock music, and the skills are very profound," Liu Yuyong agreed.
The laughing and joking expressions on Zhang Hai and the others' faces gradually faded.
The neon lights of the city flicker with desire
I will no longer sing with my soul.
They can't see the paradise I want.
Because their expressions are all the same.
The bar was very quiet at this moment, and everyone's eyes were on the young man on stage who was holding an electric guitar and playing a rhythmic bass drum.
"His voice is good, but I don't quite understand how he, who looks to be only eighteen or nineteen, can sing with such a sense of vicissitude? It's definitely not an act."
Some people have raised questions.
"Don't speak, just listen to this!"
The song has reached the chorus.
So I…
As soon as Liang Liang finished singing those three words, the guitar in his hand and the drums at his feet stopped instantly.
Then he stomped on the bass drum, and the singing started at the same time as the drumbeat.
Wandering!
This roar was like the desperate cry of a lone tiger in the winter wilderness, or like a beam of light illuminating the world in the dark night.
Liang Liang's voice was a full octave higher than the original singer's, a blend of softness and deep roar, which, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startled several people sitting calmly in the audience.
"Holy crap! I felt like this guy threw a whole bunch of grenades at me!"
"But I have a feeling this guy came carrying a bomb!"
Someone jumped up from their seat, still shaken.
Wander! Fly!
Is there anyone like us?
Wander! Fly!
flapping wings under a cloak of ridicule
Wander! Fly!
Goodbye, my hometown!
Wander! Fly!
To burn the steel wall
Wander! Fly!
Is there anyone like us?
Wander! Fly!
Spread your wings in the face of ridicule...
With a resounding drumbeat, the singing abruptly stopped.
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