I had known that he had created another set, "I heard that you were beaten back by the Miami people, didn't you?" Song Ya said with a sting.
"Fxxk!"
I had a good talk, but I didn't expect that the two sides still failed to end peacefully. Maybe this kind of gangster doesn't know what a win-win situation is, "This is Los Angeles, you give me a little bit of care!"
He put down a cruel word, and led the little brothers away swaggeringly.
"Unreasonable!"
I knew that Song Ya didn't compliment him so carefully in front of him, it was a great mallet!
"Mr. Rubin?" Taraji deliberately reminded loudly outside.
Song Ya greeted him and saw a bearded white man and Sugonite passing by, "Is that Sugonite just now? Did you talk about it?" The owner of DefAmerican Records and a co-owner of American Music Magazine Looking at the leaving Sugnet and others, they walked through the door while questioning.
"How did you come?"
Song Ya was surprised at this uninvited guest, "Aren't you in New York?"
This guy is holding a big drink cup that he almost never leaves in his hand, dressed like an ordinary old man, visiting the Beverly Hills mansion is like visiting his backyard, "I moved the record company to Los Angeles." He lightly. Reply.
The bodyguard stopped him and tried to search his body, "Forget it, no." Song Ya stopped and ushered him in, "What about your New York career?"
"It exists as a branch company, no way, Warner needs me to come here."
He briefly introduced that as the producer of the rock band Red Pepper joined the Warner Records premiere BloodSugarSexMagic. He led the band that had just been retrenched due to quality problems to regain a new life. Sales exploded, and the Red Peppers’ second album met again. When it was difficult, the group members forced the palace to warner, claiming that the producer must be Riclubin.
DefAmerican Records is, after all, a Warner label, and Red Pepper is a local Los Angeles band. Rick Rubin has no choice whether it is for his boss or money, so he simply moved the company to Los Angeles, and soon before.
"You haven't answered me yet. Did you talk to Sugnett? I think he is angry." Riclubin asked.
"He's here to rob, and talk a fart."
Song Ya felt that the person in front of him was a little bit magical. Many of his singers complained that he didn't understand music at all, but the big-name bands like Red Pepper have a posture that they must be. What is the real level of this guy? "You didn't answer my question, why did you show up at my door!?"
"I heard that you live in here, so I'll take a look. We are not far away. Look..."
He pointed to another mansion in the distance, "We are there to record songs."
"What does the recording have to do with the Beverly Hills mansion?" Song Ya didn't understand.
"Oh, you are such a rookie."
He shook his head again and again. It turns out that rock bands often choose to live in the manor house when recording songs. They build the recording studio directly inside the house. They eat, live, have parties, and share flesh and blood together. Every day is a carnival. The inspiration is directly recorded, which is very convenient, "Many rock bands like this, even MJ often uses this method, don’t you need it? How did you get your inspiration? A song from conceiving a simple melody to adjusting the accompaniment, Lyrics and mixing are the result of collective wisdom and collective discussions among many people. Don't you understand these?" he asked.
"My inspiration came suddenly, and I arranged most of the content myself, and the things I took out were very complete." Song Ya answered brazenly.
"Then you are really amazing."
He entered the room and sat down. The main purpose of coming here was still for the next awards season. "You won't go to the BMA (Billboard Awards Ceremony) on the 9th of next month?"
"I've been too busy these days." Song Ya shrugged. This year, he has no awards. The best newcomer is not suitable for him. The best R&B singer competitor is Jodeci, who is mourning. WhereIsTheLove's single year title lost to BoyzIIMen's EndoftheRoad, BeautifulGirls was also suppressed into an embarrassing seven-week card two, bad heart!
"What about the AMA next January?"
Riclubin said: "The most popular rap and hip-hop singer award, your competitor is my SirMix-a-Lot, you met last time, he likes you very much."
This is the meaning of the fight~www.mtlnovel.com~ This year, a very strong BoyzIIMen has emerged from the male singers. With the new major of MJ, Song Ya has lost many awards, and AMA is shortlisted. For such an award, since people are going to go, it’s not appropriate for the particles to have no receipt. "Aren’t we talking about good Grammys? And the AMA depends on the audience to vote. Even if I don’t come forward to call on the fans this year, I really don’t plan to do so. But SirMix-a-Lot can't compete with me, right?"
"Okay, then it's Grammys."
Both parties confirmed the conditions, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "We have a party tomorrow. Come on and meet friends from the Los Angeles music circle."
"Sugnet just turned my face with me, man." Song Ya didn't want to go.
"There are no street gangs, rock singers and Hollywood movie stars who like music, and they don’t overlap with the gang rap circles." Riclubin said.
"Well, I will see the situation tomorrow."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 355: Another punch
The white rock star’s party opens with a more literary and artistic atmosphere, similar to European salons, but it won’t take a long time to reveal itself. Like the party of black singers, it will become smoky and panic. The only difference is that they are not as noisy as blacks. Not too earthy to show off wealth.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Song Ya still came here really fragrantly, because Hallie wanted to come, and the party had entered the second stage when he arrived at this mansion, Song Ya coughed straight out of the smoke when he entered the door.
"Let's go over there." Halle thoughtfully pulled him out of the house and sat down on a small bench next to the swimming pool. "If there is a problem with your voice, then I will be scolded by your fans." She joked.
"No." The eighteen-year-old Song Ya felt that his voice was omnipotent. "SoHigh, SoHigh~" He hung up two of the most difficult words in his song at the moment. They are from WanttoWantMe. The final ending is to The pinch is very sharp, and the end has to rise in tone. The lyrics of the song IWanttoWantMe added APLUS in front of it. Now it has become a spontaneous cheering language for many of his female fans, and it is very crazy when he shouts.
The sound attracted the attention of the girls in the swimming pool. The weather in California in November was much warmer than in Chicago. The beautiful girls in bikinis recognized themselves. They were probably friends of the guests or people on the fringe of Hollywood. The car's gotten has to be reserved a lot. Seeing that there is Harley, no one will come to talk up for the time being, but it does not prevent them from deliberately spoofing here around the pool.
"Look, what about the position I chose?" Halle teased.
"Very good." Song Ya smiled.
Hallie glanced at the girls, took the initiative to get close, then embraced him domineeringly and kissed.
After a few minutes, the girls stopped scratching their heads wittily, Song Ya removed the beer bottle cap with bare hands, handed it to her, and opened another bottle for herself. The men at the party basically held beer bottles in one hand and clamped the root in the other. Cigarettes, simple and casual, very hippies.
"Do you know the current status of the Red Hot Chili Peppers?" Song Ya asked.
"They are a local Los Angeles band. The reporters and media like it very much. They were reported by various local gossip media every three days. The most recent one seems to be a member clamoring to leave the team. It's hard to tell the truth from the fake." Halle said.
Anyway, that's what Riclubin has to worry about. Song Ya also has no intention of making friendships with the white rock star. The group of people are just as abnormal as hip-hop singers. Of course, their brain circuits are a bit more artistic.