"It's okay, it's okay, it's all small problems. I will see them again in the future and they will speak for you." Cooper sold a good ~ www.mtlnovel.com~ As for selling records..."
He said: "What is the purpose of publicity? It is nothing more than selling more records. What kind of publicity can sell records. In layman's terms, it is good publicity to bring goods. You see, the big white record companies are firmly in control. TV stations, such as MTV, Saturday Night Live, Oprah Show, current affairs news, large-scale competitions, can take the opportunity to market records, and the ability to carry goods is not to be said. We black people have absolutely no chance to fight alone, but if we cooperate ..."
"Is there a chance?" Song Ya didn't feel it.
"Of course there is a chance, do you know that there is a Billboard list with a super ability to carry goods?" Cooper asked.
"I know."
"The bulletin board singles chart is not a purely sales chart. Because of its long history, the broadcast volume of radio stations has a high weight in it. And now the radio station...I have been promoting all over the meter over the years. Because of the rise of television media, white people generally dislike the prospects of radio stations, thinking that it will be eliminated sooner or later, so now in various radio stations, our own people (black groups) have gradually occupied most of the DJ positions. If someone can unite all the black DJs in the whole meter and push the same song at the same time, then this song will inevitably be pushed to the forefront of the bulletin board. Nowadays, people are chasing the trend, won't the records sell well?"
Song Ya felt that Cooper’s currency theory was very innovative and made sense, but he quickly figured out the crux of the matter, "What if the white people change the way the billboard weight is calculated?"
"Uh...this..."
Cooper was asked, "The white people control everything. If that happens, our road will be completely blocked. We can only wait for the future to see what new media will appear."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 47: Peers are enemies
Saying goodbye to Cooper, Song Ya specially bought a new album of his to listen to. The whole album is full of women, drugs, money, street gangs and violence, typical gang rap. It seems that facing the accusation of "not being street enough" by the black group, he chose a more street way to deal with it. Records and movies did not fall.
With the hot sales of second-hand store singles, it is inevitable that Lao Qiao and Xiao Lori will mention themselves in interviews. Now everyone knows that the second-hand store’s songwriter, APLUS, is a good boy with good character and learning. This is a compliment. , But to some extent it will also create a gap with some black groups, such as Cooper's current face.
Not to mention that the New York black music scene has a bit of a ‘misunderstanding’ with myself.
"Don't follow him."
During the flight, Hayden took off his earphones. "These things Cooper sang will attract the attention of law enforcement agencies. I heard that white drug police officers in some places will quietly stuff'gifts' into black cars that they dislike. A little carelessness will end the whole life."
"I will not."
Song Ya has been very careful since he crossed. He does not drive without a driver’s license. He even tries to avoid small conflicts on campus. He participates in high-level affirmative activities, which is completely the opposite of Cooper.
But Cooper’s theory does have a bit of truth. The power of black DJs was assembled to influence the ranking of the bulletin board, and then ‘bring goods’ to sell records...
Song Ya carefully simulated it in his mind and felt that this set of things cannot be played by himself. It is very simple. The black DJs of small and medium radio stations have low incomes and poor overall quality. If they rely solely on money to maintain their relationship, It will soon be unable to satisfy the greedy appetite of these people. Unless, like Old Joe, has a gang background, and behind the carrot of money, there is an invisible stick deterrent. Only when the two work together can those DJs be honest and obedient. And even Old Joe can only have two thin noodles in Chicago, and he was full of bags when he went to New York.
"Have a gang background, have a certain prestige in the local black community, especially in the music circle, and have a lot of money." Song Ya simply outlines the image of a character who can do things, "Even this kind of person can only be a region. Sexually, after all, gangs are very regional, the East Coast, the West Coast, the central area where Chicago is located, and the South...At least four to five powerful people work together..."
"What am I doing, do you organize a mafia?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and threw the idea out of his head.
Returning to New York this time, Song Ya went straight to the best recording studio in SBK, "Oak Barrel".
"Oak Barrel" is named after the oak-colored long sound-absorbing design in the recording studio. It is SBK's most advanced recording studio. It has a large area. In addition to the singers, there is more than a band and a backing troupe. .
Mila in the shed was wearing headphones and shaking her body slightly with the music. She didn't notice Song Ya's arrival outside. She was in good condition. SBK even moved a small tall bar with beautiful cups on it. She bit the straw from time to time and took a sip.
In front of the wide mixing desk sat two SBK internal tuner-level tuner, the white man, Eric and Al lay hands beside them.
"APLUS? The two new synthesizers you made are not bad. At first I thought it was Dile who made the wrong synthesizer settings." Maybe it was Daniel who warned that the two tuner only talked about work-related matters. Eric and Al are very polite to keep their distance, and they can't find any fault.
"Thank you." Song Ya shook their hands, "How's the recording?"
"The rehearsal effect is good, in fact, we already have several satisfactory versions, just waiting for you." A tuner took out several CDs from the CD rack in front of him.
"Then let's listen." Song Ya said.
"Yes." He inserted the CD into the turntable.
Song Ya picked a version that was closest to the original song, and then made a few comments, all of which are very subtle.
"Very good idea, let's modify it as you want." Another tuner agreed. He turned on the microphone and said to it: "Take a break for a while, and then we modify the following places..."
Mila only discovered Song Ya’s arrival at this time, and instantly laughed happily, first sent a kiss through the glass, and then rushed out into Song Ya’s arms, "Honey, I miss you so much."
"Me too." Song Ya kissed her forehead.
Everyone else in the recording studio is busy, keeping their eyes open.
But a phone call came in immediately, "Daniel wants to see you." Eric answered the phone and reminded Song Ya: "He changed an office, but he is still on the same floor."
By the way, Daniel's title has changed from SBK's Vice President of Marketing to SBK's Vice President and General Manager.
Song Ya loves to hear.
"APLUS! Come in, watch the ground."
Daniel's new office is very large, with the invincible skyline outside the window. Many workers are moving in one by one cardboard boxes. The female assistant silently takes out the objects from the cardboard boxes and places them on the cabinets on the wall, while he is playing golf leisurely. , There is even an indoor miniature fairway on the floor. With the slight swing of his club, the white golf ball slowly rolls into the hole along the fairway.
"Congratulations, Daniel." Song Ya complimented.
"Haha, thank you, how was the recording?" He took out the golf ball from the hole and put it back to its original position.