"Well, when I didn't say it." He picked up the big drink cup and took a sip of the straw.
"Mr. Rubin, what do you think of the previous period?" The singer's question came from the control room speaker.
Riclubin lifted his foot to reach the mixer and stepped on the button of the intercom. "Not good enough."
"Can you give me some specific comments?" the other party asked.
"Just...not good enough." Riklubin was extremely perfunctory.
"Fxxk! I've had enough." The bass player inside suddenly scolded: "You are the most unlearned producer I have ever seen. If you can't even come up with any suggestions, you will keep saying that it is not good enough, not enough. it is good!"
"But it's not good enough." Riclubin said the same thing.
The grumpy rock youths were not happy anymore. They rushed out with their guitars and drumsticks on their backs, "Do you understand music at all!?" The long-haired singer and guitarist yelled at him.
"I don't understand." Riclubin said, "I only need to understand whether your music is good or bad."
"Then you help us make progress!" The drummer shouted, "You are our producer! You just lie down like this every time you record a song, you always lie down, eating and drinking, even eating and drinking!"
"I don't know how to help you improve, you are just so bad." This guy is really begging.
"Sonofabith!" The five band members rushed up, and a few strong men rushed in at the right time, stopped the rock youths and then went outside, seemingly familiar with this process.
"Aplus, don't cooperate with this kind of person, he is just an idiot who got into the music scene!"
The bassist who was raised to the door shouted, and his voice was quickly cut off by the closed recording studio door.
"That's how you make music?" Song Ya opened his eyes.
"It's all like this, aren't you?" Riclubin said: "The producer does not have the omniscient eye, can see who has the potential and who does not, only keep signing people, hoping to find a star of tomorrow. For this A hopeless band, it’s not worth wasting a second on them."
"Then be more cautious, try the sound first..."
Song Ya plans to use the information revealed in the Apocalypse song to find people in the future, so as not to find a needle in a haystack like him.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't cost two money to sign this kind of garbage anyway."
Riclubin didn't care, "Okay, let's talk about this." He took Song Ya into the office and met the black rapper sirmix-a-lot who had just won the top spot on the bulletin board. His new crown single babygotbak sings very magical, and so is mv. The lyrics are mainly in Acura big pp women, but the attitude is also very clear in the vulgarity. To the popular aesthetics that is beginning to become popular, it is to Kate Moss (famous Model) expressed irony and dissatisfaction with the pursuit and love of the ultra-thin flat-shaped woman represented.
Song Ya personally agrees with this.
"Did you see the relationship between aplus and me? Come on call, you will help next year's awards season, right aplus?" Riclubin boasted directly in front of Song Ya.
"Yay."
Song Ya could only admit that it turned out that this guy called himself just for this, he was really cheeky.
"Have you heard? I told you earlier, I must believe it." Riclubin said to sirmix-a-lot.
The 30-year-old black singer fisted with Song Ya ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and laughed: "aplus, do you know? This guy doesn't understand music at all, and he is a liar. I have to be careful everywhere."
Uh, is it really good to say it in person like this? Song Ya glanced at Klubin. This guy didn’t mean to deny it at all. “You have been signed by me for sirmix-a-lot for five years. You have all three albums in my hands. You can’t run, and I let Your single rushed to the number one on the bulletin board, and there is still hope for Grammys next year."
"Well, you are really good at business operations, but I still want to say that you don't understand music."
sirmix-a-lot shrugged, having nothing to do with him.
The three chatted casually, "Are you going to enter the clothing industry recently?" Riclubin asked.
"How do you know?" Song Ya also plans to keep a low profile before the clothes are mass-produced.
"Mariah Carey, she said everywhere in the New York music circle that she has a clothing brand, and she will personally participate in the design." Riclubin said.
"Uh... Mimi didn't expect you to be a woman with a big mouth too!"
Song Ya's face turned black, "Look at how I turn around to teach you, hum!"
"It's too early to make ready-made clothes." He can only be so perfunctory.
"I'm optimistic about you." Riclubin said: "Now white people are moving their homes to the suburbs, and there are only African Americans left in the city at night. Although many New Yorkers are criticizing this trend, I To say that no one can stop this. This is also good for your African-American music and selling clothes and shoes. It is very good."
"Oh? How to say?" Song Ya didn't understand how the two things were connected.
"It's very simple, no matter how poor you are, you are also from the city, and the things in the city must be fashionable. Remember my words."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 307: Conditions for becoming a superstar
"Cuckoo..."
Mariah Carey vomited Listerine into the trash can, and gave Song Ya a coquettish look, "Now are you satisfied?"
"Hey, who told you to have a big mouth. r?anwen?????????a?`???" Song Ya was very satisfied, but still had to warn her: "I told you that before the clothes are made. Don’t announce it."
"It's just clothes. Everyone is selling, so you will be so nervous." Mariah Carey sat next to him, fiddled with her hair in the makeup mirror, when old Mike's cough came from outside the door.
"Hi, Mike, the German sunflower seed bread Miss Kelly wants, would you have one too?" It is Maria Kelly's female assistant.
"Okay, thank you." Old Mike took one and helped her open the door.
"Can't be careless..." The female assistant put the bread basket in her hand in front of the two, Song Ya also took out one and took a bite. "There are many people who are happy to see me, and many people want to see you jokes."
"Thank you." Mariah Carey made an apologetic expression. "Did you run far?"
"Yes, only that store is the most authentic." The female assistant began to organize her costumes and cosmetics.
"I think you still have more enemies." Mariah Carey continued the conversation with Song Ya.
"Perhaps." Song Ya did not deny. "Has babyface started composing a new single for you next year?"
"We are already communicating by phone and fax, and the single name is tentatively neverfetyou. iwon\'tseeyoursmileandiwon\', everynight..."
She hummed a few words casually.
Song Ya nodded, "Well, it's his slow rhythm and blues song." It sounds good.
"I want to add one more." Mariah Carey said.
"I don't have much inspiration lately." Song Ya didn't get the apocalyptic song suitable for her, "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know, I have been too busy recently, and there are still preparations for next year's concert." She said: "I am not satisfied with the new album."
"Like the size of mj?"
Song Ya asked, at the end of last month, mj officially opened the Dangerous Journey World Tour in Munich. The unparalleled stage design, lighting and sound effects, stage art, and performance methods all caused a violent response. The audience was even more crazy about it. The venue was full, and it was said that fainting audiences were carried out with excitement, and there were even casualties.
"The kind of large-scale stadium performance is not suitable for me. I will be nervous when facing too many people. I still like the theater environment." Mariah Carey said: "There will not be so many performances."
"All right, don't tire yourself too much."
"Ok."
The two filled their stomachs, and the female assistant packed up and stood behind her, "I'm leaving, bye...boy." She stood up and said deliberately.