"No, no, no, where did you think of it." Hayden persuaded, "Well, if you have any ideas, I will try my best to do it."
It’s almost the same, Song Ya confessed: “OK, in short, I have a new song, and then I want to be the producer myself and ask SBK or other major record companies to release it. There is only one single at the moment, and the album plan is undecided. , I want you to find as many issuers as possible and negotiate the best terms. Of course, given our relationship with Daniel, SBK is the preferred option..."
Hayden was silent for a while, "Well, I'm in New York, I will help you ask around right away."
"Do your best, Hayden."
"Of course, of course, you can rest assured."
Two days later, in the evening, he waited for Hayden's reply.
"SBK said that they can help you make this song. In order to clarify the ownership relationship, you have to pay the recording studio rental fee during the production process, which is symbolic. In terms of publicity, you know Daniel's skill well, so I don't need to say more. However, Daniel wants to sign a gambling agreement with you. After the first order is released, you must produce more than ten songs within a year. If you can't do it, the money earned from that order will not reach you. He is worried. You are just a whim, if the single is released for you and you are delayed in releasing the album, he will not be able to explain the loss to SBK."
Daniel’s conditions made Song Ya feel more pressured. This gambling agreement can be described as his own life. Just waiting for the world to fall off the plug-in songs, how dare to sign an agreement to distribute within a year, and just use some garbage songs to fool with Deviated from his original intention.
"What about other companies?" he asked.
"SBK's conditions are the best. In addition, there are two other companies that gave good conditions. One is Atlantic Records under Warner Records. President Doug Morris is willing to provide production assistance. You are also required to sign a special contract, but the conditions are a little harsher than Daniel's. But his family has the advantage that it is not as "white" as SBK, and supports African singers much stronger than SBK, whether it is in the age of soul music or the era of rhythm and blues , They provide an opportunity for a large number of African singers."
"Then it’s the Columbia Record’s Motura that we’ve seen. He doesn’t ask you for a first album, but he won’t provide any help in production. He has to see the finished product first, at least half-finished. If your single If he can meet the requirements, he promised to compare the resources of second-line singers to help with the announcement."
Song Ya thinks about it a bit and feels that Colombia’s conditions are acceptable. Anyway, this step of production will be done sooner or later, but the ten-song album may not be available within a year. "You have Colombia’s conditions to go with Daniel. Talk?"
"APLUS……"
Hayden persuaded: "Daniel is good to us. If you use Columbia to lower the price on him... You know, he and Motula have never dealt with it."
"Oh yes, I forgot this." Song Ya scratched his head, remembering what Daniel and Motula said when they attacked each other.
"Anyway, the conditions can be negotiated slowly. You can make a demo for me first, otherwise I can't talk about anything in the vernacular," Hayden said at last.
"Well..." Song Ya hung up.
At this time the door buzzer rang, he went to press it, and Pablo's voice came over, "APLUS, I want to talk to you, is it convenient?"
Song Ya opened the door downstairs for him, and Pablo appeared at the door a minute later.
"You little bastard!"
He walked in the door and sat down on the sofa, "You obviously have a new song, why are you lying to me?" He pointed at Song Ya with his finger, "In Nancheng, we never lie to ourselves!"
Song Ya was stunned, the news leaked? It was only two days, and apart from Hayden, who hadn't told anyone himself, even Old Joe had kept it secret, "Hey, pay attention to your attitude, Pablo." But Pablo was upset by this kind of behavior.
"Cooperate with Little Lori, please mention any conditions." Pablo still had that purpose.
"I told you clearly..."
Song Ya felt that he must have a showdown with this birdman. He stepped forward, took off the mouthless camel that Pablo was putting on the cigarette holder, and threw it into the trash basket, "Sorry, my house is non-smoking, I said it. , You said you are in Nancheng, so let's talk about Nancheng first..."
He sat across from Pablo, "Whether it is the loyalty of the Chinese, the brotherhood of the blacks, even the Italians, the Mexicans...no gang of any ethnic group is not moral at all, Pablo! Don’t be old. Take Nancheng Nancheng's bluffing me, I am also my own person, my song made a fortune for you and Lori, the same is true for old Joe and the big brother, whether it is business or morality, I don’t owe you, I’ll say it again , I don’t owe you. You want to play the gang set, so..."
He pushed the phone in front of Pablo, "Big brother's phone, you can make any calls, let him judge."
He saw Pablo unmoved, picked up the microphone, "You don't want to fight, I will fight."
"Hey!" Pablo quickly pressed his dialing hand.
The two stopped their movements and looked at each other. A few seconds later, "Well, forget it, kid, let's..." Pablo stood up and wanted to say something harsh.
Al has rushed out of Tony's room, standing straight in front of Pablo, face to face, chest to chest, eyes as ferocious as a hyena.
Pablo gritted his teeth and left silently.
"I'll do it when you just said something," Al said.
Song Ya shook his head. He sat in the same place and thought for a while. Hayden would not disclose the news to Pablo. Then he can only get the news from the record company that Hayden visited. Given that Lori is looking for a home, it is likely to be on both sides. The record company contacted overlapped, and it must have been leaked to him by a record company.
Pablo can get news so quickly, UU Reading www.uukanshu. Com can't be delayed any longer. Now that I have made my determination to make my own singing, it's time for a showdown and give a clear signal to the outside world. After all, I take the initiative to say that it is completely different from what others passively know.
He dialed Old Joe's phone, "Hey, boss, I have something, I want to talk to you..."
I made an appointment with Old Joe in a strange place, and Song Ya asked Al to drive him there.
Inside a large warehouse, it was divided into many small warehouses. The inside was very dim, with only the rolling shutter doors shining with metallic paint.
"Old Joe won't do me here, right? It looks like it looks like a corpse is handled well here..."
Song Ya looked at the weird atmosphere inside, a little afraid to go in.
"Hey, APLUS!"
Fortunately, a black extension Lincoln slowly stopped beside him, and Old Joe walked out of the back seat in a very good mood.
"Wow, this is a good car." Song Ya looked at the exaggerated length of the car and quickly complimented him.
"I regret it after I buy it." The old man pretended to say.
"Too expensive?"
"No, it's boring, I heard that there is a bathtub in Madonna's car! What about mine? Nothing."
"……"
Song Ya is speechless.
"Am I going to lose you?" Old Joe asked suddenly.
"how come?"
Old Qiao definitely stared at Song Ya for a few seconds, "I really want to lose you." He smiled and took out a key from his pocket and threw it into Song Ya's hand. Then he got into the car by himself, and Lincoln slowly drove away. .
Song Ya pressed the number on the key to open a warehouse, which was full of equipment replaced by Old Joe’s music, such as mixers, microphones, synthesizers, stereos, phonographs, samplers...all piled up.