Liang Liang had no idea how much a Zha Nianqin was worth, but she felt that Guo Wang definitely wouldn't lose money on it.
The 1,300 yuan that Liang Liang didn't want could definitely be more than enough to buy a Zha Nianqin.
At Guo Wang's request, Liang Liang copied the lyrics and music of the song "Lhasa Bar" onto paper and officially renamed it "Shambhala Bar".
Guo Wang picked up the sheet music and began humming the song.
Zhuoma now knew who these people were. Her husband always played those two cassette tapes in the bar, and because of that, she also knew what the Blue Shark band did.
Liang Liang said that Zhuoma was no simple woman, and she was indeed no simple woman.
Once she found out who the other party was, Zhuoma immediately started making arrangements, getting the Blue Shark band to sign autographs for her, and even taking out her family's point-and-shoot camera to take several photos with the Blue Shark band.
They brought out the best wine from the Shambhala Bar for the Blue Shark Band to taste, and promised that Shambhala would cover the Blue Shark Band's food and lodging during their stay in Lhasa.
Of course, Zhuoma also put the more than 1,000 yuan tip into Liang Liang's pocket without any pretense. Her only request was that Liang Liang would also make her a song.
“When I was young, I sang much better than him. What kind of rubbish did he sing? If I had been the lead singer of that band, I might be famous by now.” Zhuoma didn’t hold back just because Guo Wang was her man and made her very blunt comments.
It seems a bit inappropriate to say in front of outsiders that your man sings terribly.
But Guo Wang didn't seem angry at all; instead, he was all smiles.
This couple is quite interesting.
Liang Liang didn't mince words; he picked up his guitar again and began to play and sing.
Zhuoma quickly brought over the tape recorder and pressed the record button.
Liang Liang skipped the preceding backing vocals and started directly from the verses.
You have a flower name
Beautiful girl Dromala
You have a flowery smile.
Beautiful girl Dromala
…
Ah~ Zhuoma
Gesang flowers on the grassland
You dedicated your song to the snow-capped mountains
The snow-capped mountains that nurture you
You dedicated your beauty to the grasslands
The grassland that nurtures you
The usually carefree Zhuoma was moved to tears by the singing.
This made Liang Liang feel a little tired: This is a song with a light and cheerful melody, why are you so moved to tears?
The dozens of customers in the Shambhala bar burst into enthusiastic applause once again.
They all agreed that coming to Shambhala Bar tonight was the right choice. They were just there to have a few drinks and chat, but they ended up listening to three incredibly good songs. What a bonus!
"It's so beautiful! Xiao Liang! If I were ten years younger, I would definitely travel the world with you just because of this song."
Where...where did this come from?
"What a pity! You're old and faded now, so stop dreaming about the future!" Guo Wang said casually from the side.
"Get out of my way, Xiao Liang! I'm lending you this piece of junk. Do you want me to have someone deliver it to Potala Palace Square for you first thing tomorrow morning?"
That's great!
Liang Liang had just recovered from altitude sickness and felt a little breathless after singing a few songs.
"Brother! After listening to your songs today, the flame of rock and roll in my heart has been rekindled. I have a question for you: how can a band survive for a long time?"
This question is neither particularly difficult nor particularly easy to answer.
"For a band to survive in the long run, the band members' ideas don't have to be exactly the same, but they shouldn't be too far apart either. If their ideas are different, it's impossible for them to work together for a long time."
Even if the members of a band don't have completely identical ideas, they should still be similar and not go in completely opposite directions.
If you're in a band and one person wants to play punk, another wants to play metal, and then another person comes along who wants to dabble in folk music, it would be a miracle if they didn't break up if they couldn't compromise with each other.
"Once you've sorted out your concepts, the next step is creating music. What are you going to do if you don't have your own music? Make a living by covering other people's songs? That simply won't work. Lhasa is a special place. You have a unique Tibetan culture, and Tibetan music has its own unique style. I think you don't need to follow trends. Just focus on your local area and sing the style of Tibetan music. Starting from Lhasa and going nationwide won't be a problem."
Liang Liang's words gave Guo Wang immense confidence.
"I'll start recruiting people in the next couple of days, looking for like-minded individuals to rebuild the Shambhala band!"
"Having ambition and ideals is a good thing, but it also needs to be realistic. To put it simply, being realistic means making money. A bunch of grown men playing the piano and singing all day but not making any money is not a good thing. Haven't you already experienced that yourself?"
Guo Wang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.
"But how do we make money?"
"If you form a band, your base will definitely be your Shambhala bar. The goal is to attract people to your Shambhala bar. If the bar is popular, you'll naturally make money. But how do you attract people to your bar?"
"Sing a nice song!"
"Excellent! Correct answer! When people come to your Shambhala Bar, some are just there for entertainment, while others are there to listen to music. People who come to listen to music naturally won't listen to songs they don't like, so you should sing the songs they like!"
"But! The songs people like to listen to are all other people's songs. You just said that if a band wants to last, it can't just cover other people's songs. What should we do?"
"What's the problem? Make songs that people like to hear. You have to put yourself in the listener's shoes and figure out what kind of songs they like to hear. Once you understand what they want to hear, just make songs that they want to hear according to their wishes. Isn't that simple?"
"It sounds like that, but it seems a bit difficult to do."
"In my experience, people tend to accept songs with a faster tempo and stronger drumbeats more quickly, and even if the melody isn't great, some people will still nod and sway along."
This seems to be true, unless you can't evoke the same feeling in someone with a phlegmatic personality.
Guo Wang expressed his agreement.
“But it’s different with slow songs. If the melody isn’t good, even if you sing it with your eyes closed and it’s very moving, not many people will appreciate it.”
Singing skills, melody, and lyrics are all essential for a song to become a classic; slow songs are indispensable.
This is extremely difficult.
"Xiao Liang! So you mean you want us to make some upbeat and energetic songs?"
Liang Liang hesitated for a moment.
If this were in another region, he would really think that way, but would it work in Lhasa?
In the previous life, there were very few fast-paced songs in the snow-covered areas that became popular in mainland China. Was it a wise decision to have Guo Wang make fast songs?
"Brother Guo! I don't know much about the customs in Lhasa. You'll have to figure it out yourselves. There are always two areas that people like and dislike. If you find them, you're not far from success."
Liang Liang could only laugh it off.
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