"Can I sing any song or sing it however I want?"
"Of course not! You wanted to borrow a guitar, so of course you have to play the guitar and sing, and you have to sing one song related to my bar and another song related to Lhasa. How about that?"
The female boss's condition was simple: "Aren't you in a band? Let's see what you're made of."
She was to go on stage and sing two songs, songs with a Lhasa style and some connection to her Shambhala bar.
Singing isn't difficult, singing Lhasa-style songs isn't difficult either, but having something to do with this bar is what makes it difficult.
Liang Liang scratched his head.
This female boss is so cunning! She even sings songs that are connected to her bar. Where can you find such a song?
It's too late to find one now!
The female boss smiled as she looked at Liang Liang, who was frowning.
She didn't think Liang Liang was a liar; even liars wouldn't swindle guitars.
She just thought the kid was a braggart, especially since she'd seen plenty of people his age who could brag without batting an eye.
You've actually dared to brag to her face; I'll expose your charade.
Liang Liang frowned and thought of a song. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered a song and his eyes lit up.
"Boss! If I sing two songs, you'll lend us your guitar. Do you mean what you say?"
"If you can sing it according to my requirements, I'll lend you not only the guitar, but also that whole set of broken metal."
Liang Liang snapped his fingers: "Okay! It's settled then. Get your guitars out!"
The female shop owner turned around and shouted at the man who was selling alcohol, "Bring me your broken guitar."
The man turned his head and asked in confusion, "What are you going to do with it?"
"Just bring it when I tell you to, you're so fussy!"
The man turned and went behind the bar to take down the guitar that was hanging on the wall.
The man brought the guitar, which was covered with a guitar cover, to the woman.
"This guy said he's in a band and came to Lhasa to film something called 'V', but he didn't bring his guitar and asked to borrow yours."
The man's gaze fell on Liang Liang.
Liang Liang immediately understood the meaning in the man's eyes: You can borrow my wife, but you want to borrow my guitar? No way.
Haha! He only thought about it in his heart; he didn't dare to say it out loud at all.
"Him? Can he play?" The man didn't dare say what was in his mind, but asked this question instead.
"We'll know soon enough whether he can play or not. If he wants to borrow our guitar, he has to go on stage and sing two songs."
The man was relieved; after a couple of strums, the guitar wouldn't break. He placed it in front of Liang Liang and turned to continue his business.
This guitar has probably been hanging on the wall for a while now. Although it's wiped down frequently, you can still see some dust on the guitar case.
Liang Liang asked for a rag, wiped the dust off the guitar case, and then carefully took the guitar out of the case.
This is a Meisheng brand electric guitar made in Shanghai.
In the early 1990s, while foreign brands were not common, domestic electric guitar brands were also rare. Meisheng brand electric guitars were among the few electric guitars produced in China.
Meisheng Guitars is already considered one of the best domestic electric guitars, but compared with foreign brands, it is still at a low level.
This electric guitar shouldn't cost more than 1,500.
Liang Liang carefully touched the electric guitar and then began to tune it.
Domestically produced guitars do indeed lag significantly behind foreign products in terms of material selection, craftsmanship, and pickups.
Take Liang Liang's bel canto guitar for example. The sound after the 12th fret is not very accurate. This is a problem with the fretboard material. No matter how you adjust it, it won't help.
After adjusting the guitar for a long time, Liang Liang could only get it to a satisfactory level. For a musician of his skill level, it was just passable.
"Can I go on stage and sing now?" Liang Liang asked the female boss after tuning his piano.
"Of course! If you think you can, go up and sing."
The indoor stage at Shambhala Bar is a bit small; it would probably be big enough for a band with their instruments, and it doesn't even seem as big as a rich person's toilet.
Liang Liang pulled up a chair and sat in front of the microphone stand, then tested the sound again.
Once the microphone volume felt right, I plucked the strings and began to play.
The prelude was bland and didn't attract the attention of anyone except the man behind the bar.
The bar owner's brows twitched the moment Liang Liang sang the first note, and he involuntarily stopped what he was doing.
He could tell that this was someone with profound guitar skills.
"You can find all sorts of people in the Shambhala bar."
My beloved isn't here.
She told me she didn't love me.
Because I'm a person without money..."
At that moment, the bar fell silent; all sounds seemed to be paused, leaving not a sound.
This song was released in 2001 and became an instant hit in Lhasa. There weren't many people on the streets of Lhasa who didn't know how to sing it.
Even years later, this song is still a must-sing in many bars in Lhasa.
The original song was called "Lhasa Bar," but Liang Liang has now adapted it, changing all the places called Lhasa to Shangri-La.
It completely satisfied the female boss's requirements.
"In the Shambhala Bar"
They have all kinds of alcohol.
My barley wine is not available.
I won't get drunk even with one or two drinks.
Because I'm a big drunkard..."
The bar owner picked up a glass of wine, slowly brought it to his lips, closed his eyes, and took a small sip.
The female boss looked at her husband in surprise. He had stopped drinking since his band broke up, and it had been more than 300 days since then, but now he was singing again!
And he even had a blissful expression on his face.
What's going on?
This young man sang quite well, but it's not that exaggerated, is it?
"The outside world"
All kinds of songs are available.
There's just no song by me.
One or two songs won't make anyone famous
Because I'm a street singer..."
"This guy's been secretly writing songs again!" Xiao Yu whispered on the Blue Shark band's table.
"Although Liang Liang has written songs in various styles, this song doesn't seem to have been written with much care. It seems to have been written randomly and lacks depth!" Liu Yuyong commented.
"Why bother with depth? As long as it sounds good, that's enough. It's better than having lyrics that sound like poetry but a terribly awful melody!"
Wang Fan's pronunciation is always concise and to the point.
Xiao Yu glared at Wang Fan: "Shut up! If you can't speak properly, then say less!"
Wang Fan was displeased: "What I mean is Liang Liang's meaning. He's the one who said those words. If you're so capable, go and shut him up!"
"Liang Liang's intention? Does that mean that having sex with Guo'er was also Liang Liang's intention? Should I tell Liang Liang that you're in Shanghai with two Guo'ers...?"
Wang Fan quickly covered Xiao Yu's mouth: "Ten ice creams!"
"Twenty!"
"make a deal!"
Liu Yuyong was exhausted. Twenty ice creams? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea?
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