Seeing the appearance of the two long-haired youths, Liangliang gained a better understanding of the word "confusion." Their expressions at that moment were indeed quite bewildered.
The two long-haired youths clearly knew Wang Fan, and they mechanically nodded at him without stopping playing their instruments.
"Good morning!" Wang Fan greeted them and found an empty seat to sit down.
"We're a bit early, let's sit down for a while."
Wang Fan took out a cigarette and handed one to Liang Liang. This cigarette should be the same pack of Shilin cigarettes that Liang Liang had given him that morning.
Liang Liang shook his head: "I don't smoke!"
"Don't smoke? There isn't a single rock musician who doesn't smoke."
"I might be the exception."
"I forgot to ask you, what style do you play? Punk? Psychedelic? Metal or folk?"
"Me? I'm nothing, just a fake rocker."
"Fake rock? What kind of rock is this?"
The term "pseudo-rock" is still in a state of ambiguity, and its final definition should be closely related to the songs "Flowers" and "Midnight".
After the Flowers Band terminated their contract with their first company, they were exhausted and lost. A man named Zhang Wei started studying various big data and discovered that playing authentic rock music could lead to starvation.
With his quick wit, he combined rock and pop, and from then on, the Flower Band's style changed dramatically, taking an alternative path and rising again.
Although their work deviates far from the path of authentic rock, their quality of life has genuinely improved.
Another representative band is Zero Point. Since the release of their first album in 1996, their rock style has been somewhere between rock and pop. This made them very popular and they made a fortune. Of course, they were also rejected by people in the industry and were given the nickname "pseudo-rock".
There is another representative figure in the fake rock group, namely Leather Pants.
When Leather Pants realized that playing authentic rock music had little future besides playing for money, he also chose to take the commercial route, which led to the later statement that the entire rock music scene earns less than he does alone—a truly tragic statement.
With such a living example before him, Liang Liang wouldn't bother with any authentic rock music. He'd prioritize improving his quality of life first. Without a solid material foundation, ideals are just castles in the air.
Although these words were a bit negative, they were a true reflection of Liang Liang's heart, which is why he said he was a fake rocker.
Wang Fan, however, interprets pseudo-rock as not playing rock music at all.
"Playing with trends?"
Liang Liang is the lead singer of a makeshift band, so it would be reasonable for him to sing pop music.
"I guess so," Liang Liang said without denying it.
"What's the point of being trendy? Playing that game is so low-class."
There's a hierarchy of disdain in the music industry: classical musicians look down on jazz musicians, jazz musicians look down on rock musicians, rock musicians don't take electronic musicians seriously, and electronic musicians, in turn, look down on pop musicians.
Of course, those who follow popular trends also have their targets of disdain. Below them are those who do rap, and later, shout-rap was added.
"Hehe! Although people in the industry look down on fashion, fashion allows you to afford expensive cigarettes costing tens of dollars a pack, hire a powerful bodyguard team, and travel by plane instead of squeezing onto a train."
Although this may sound snobbish, societal development doesn't allow you to slack off. The future trend is that without money, you are nothing.
As for integrity, Liang Liang didn't take it seriously at all. Those who play rock music seem to have integrity, but I haven't seen them create any timeless classic works.
All day long, besides playing with marijuana and gambling, I haven't seen them do anything productive.
This guy dares to call himself principled?
Even if they exist, they are merely feigning integrity.
Liang Liang thought Wang Fan would refute his point of view, but to his surprise, he did not refute it and seemed to be deep in thought.
People gradually entered the Lost Bar. Almost all of them had long, flowing hair and carried guitars, basses, or similar instruments. Many of them were accompanied by girls.
By six o'clock, there were already thirty or forty people in the bar.
This bar, with an area of less than 300 square meters, immediately felt crowded and lively.
Looking around, Liang Liang realized that he was the only one with a buzz cut in the entire bar; even Wang Fan's hair was neck-length.
This made him seem unusually different.
Two girls dressed in flashy clothes came to their corner.
"Brother Fan! Why are you sitting here all alone?" a girl said in a sweet, coquettish voice, and sat down to Wang Fan's right.
That's such a lame thing to say. Am I not human?
"Shall we keep you company?" Another girl sat down to Wang Fan's left, reached out and hooked her arm around his, rubbing her protruding breasts against his arm.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Fan was surrounded by women on both sides, while across from him stood a lonely, foolish old man.
Liang Liang is definitely not a man's type; it's more appropriate to describe him as a custard egg.
The two girls glanced at Liang Liang almost simultaneously, their eyes sweeping over his short, flat head before ignoring him completely.
He doesn't look like someone who plays rock music.
"Brother Fan! Aren't you on duty tonight?"
"I work the 4 AM shift tomorrow."
The two girls immediately perked up.
"Brother Fan! Buy me a beer, and I'll go to the beach with you tonight to see the night view."
Are they getting ready to have sex on the beach?
"What's so special about the seaside scenery? My parents went to Harbin for vacation, and no one's home." Another girl retorted, her words carrying a strong implication.
"Damn it, Xiao Yao, are you going to compete with me?" The girl looking at the night view glared at her.
"Fine, let's fight! I'm not afraid of you!" The girl, who was alone at home, showed no weakness.
Their gazes, separated by Wang Fan, crackled with electricity.
These two girls are actually getting into a fight over a guy.
The two girls were about the same age as Liang Liang, and at most they were no more than eighteen years old.
Liang Liang shook his head.
He was no stranger to these girls; he had seen them when he played in a band in his previous life, and for a time he even tried to become obsessed with them.
But now, seeing these fruits, he felt only pity.
What are they after?
Liang Liang has never quite understood this problem, not even from his previous life to the present.
If you just want to have some fun, being a prostitute would be great. You could see all sorts of cameras and make money too.
What do they get out of following these rock musicians? Sometimes they can't even afford instant noodles, so where would they get the money to give them?
It's good if you don't lose money.
Is the longer image more appealing?
The problems with their eyes must be so serious that even plastic surgery couldn't fix them.
It's not that Liang Liang looks down on the looks of these people in the rock music scene.
The rock music scene is part of the entertainment industry, but compared to the entertainment industry full of handsome men and beautiful women, the rock music scene is full of ugly men, with almost none of them being presentable.
To paraphrase Liang Liang, these rock musicians know they're ugly and don't have the looks to attract girls, so they desperately play music hoping to win women's favor through their music.
That's what Liang Liang thought. Besides that, he couldn't think of any other reason why there were so many ugly men in the rock scene.
Although some famous girls in Beijing's rock scene later became top-tier figures in the music and film industries, and some even became famous directors, that was a matter for later.
Without role models or references, what are they after?
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