"Uh, good." Song Ya put down the calendar.
The outside control room with imitation wood light yellow as the main color is very large. The sofa against the wall has no sense of existence. The whole room is filled with various equipment on the side of the recording studio, except for some top brands that can be called. Many of them are simply bare metal cabinets with their respective name tags, some of which are equipment that has not been publicly listed by various companies, and some are simply made by the Sony Columbia technical team.
The big cows adjusted the equipment, "Let's start." Walter ordered.
Song Ya opened his voice and recorded a short section.
went out to the control room, put on the earphones and listened. It was really different. The proper echo design of the iron cage gave the finished product an overwhelming sound pressure effect.
"Then we follow the previous idea..." The mixer over there played another preliminary post-processing version.
"Wow..." Song Ya found that the misty feeling in the original song reappeared.
Song Ya made a few comments, went in and recorded again, and then came out to brainstorm with Walter and the others, and then revise it... Gradually, the big cows who completed the task gradually finished their work, and there were fewer and fewer people in the control room.
"That's it." Walter glanced at Dile, who was wrapped in the door behind his back, "You can record like this if you are satisfied."
Song Ya looked at the clock on the wall and pointed to five o’clock in the morning, “I’m very satisfied, thanks, Walter.”
Hua Te Paipai is lying on the back of the left-behind staff who has fallen asleep in front of the mixing console~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ask him if there is any problem with the operation of the equipment, three days, remember, only three days. "
"I know."
Song Ya sent him out, came back and said to Dile: "Let's continue."
"Can you still hold it?" Dile put the bag next to Al who was lying on the sofa and snoring.
"I am sixteen years old Dilai." Song Ya smiled and pressed the pager and ordered some food and coffee. "You just heard it, we only have three days."
Three days later, Song Ya, who had only slept for a few hours, finally got the version he wanted. After sleeping soundly on the sofa, Dile would take all the master tapes for the final mixing and editing.
I don't know how long I slept, and in a daze, he heard the quarrel between Al and a woman outside the door.
"This is my recording studio! I want to go in!"
"I don't care what APLUS it is! No one is allowed to use my recording studio!"
"I don't care, Idon’tknowhim!"
The door was pushed open, Song Ya saw Mariah Carey, who was usually dressed in the house, coming in angrily, Walter followed behind with an embarrassed expression, "Three days..." He pointed to the watch on his wrist.
"Damn it, I overslept." Song Ya got up annoyed, somehow, seeing Mariah Carey's angry look and laughed uncontrollably.
"It's you! You laugh again!" Mariah Carey recognized him and was almost crying. She rushed forward and slapped Song Ya with her hand like a fly, "You laugh at me again! You laugh at me again! No laugh!"
"I apologize, I apologize! I don't laugh anymore..." Song Ya grinned and rolled up her things indiscriminately, and she was kicked out of the door.
The door was closed again, "Tommy! Walter..." She had dialed the phone and started to file a complaint.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 66: Dinner
"So, APLUS, is your single scheduled to be released at the end of December?"
Mariah Carey finished chewing the vegetable salad in her mouth, took another sip of red wine and asked.
"Yeah, this is the plan at present, if the MV shooting goes well."
Song Ya replied that since the last ‘iron cage conflict’ incident, he hastily launched a crisis public relations. In ten days’ time, he has developed into good friends who can often have dinner with him, the kind that can talk about everything.
As for the trick, it’s very simple. Although Mariah Carey is five years older than him, she is actually a very innocent girl and a song idiot. In addition to singing, she is singing in her mind. As long as she starts from this topic, she can easily Chat, like now.
"Ifeelitcoming……Ifeelitcoming."
She sang a couple of improvisations. To be fair, her skills are a hundred times stronger than Song Ya, who has been very hard recently. As the Atlantic Records’ Steve said, just a few words were chanted and sighed by her flowery accent. Song Ya recorded two styles.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Song Ya applauded softly and flattered.
The other three white men present can only clap with him. In addition to Walter, the other two are David Cole and Roberto Klevell, the producer and composer of her next album. It stands to reason that the three of them and Song Ya are all senior people in the music industry who can compose and produce. You don’t have to be so attentive to a female singer, but don’t forget her other identity, the girlfriend of the president of Sony Columbia. At any rate, it can be regarded as their half boss.
"Huh." She triumphed and took another sip.
"Your voice, Miss Kelly." The more straightforward Walter came forward to be a villain.
"I know, I know, I won't drink this cup."
She put down the cup, and suddenly thought of something puffed and laughed, "It was so funny just now, the GunsN\'Roses (GunsN\'Roses, rock band guitarist), who was always at FXXX when receiving the award FXXX, AMA's face is green."
A few people have just attended the AMA (National Music Awards) awards ceremony. When they received the award, they were drunk and kept talking swear words, which embarrassed the organizer and directly choked off the audio of the live broadcast of Quanmi.
"Popular rock stars are all like birds." David Cole curled his lips with disdain. "And Bon Jovi (another rock band), their personal lives are all messed up."
"We haven't collected the pellets this time." Mariah Carey lifted her hair and said casually.
"The AMA selection method is not professional enough (according to the preferences of the audience), Grammy (selected by professionals) you have a chance." Walter hurriedly coaxed her.
She was immediately happy, "Really? Is there really a chance?"
"The opportunity is great, you are fully qualified to get the best newcomer, the best female pop singer is not impossible, we have Tommy." Roberto Clerville said.
"Yeah, Mr. Motura is omnipotent."
Song Ya did not let go of any chance of flattering. Even if the target person was not present, he raised his glass and said, "We respect Mr. Motura." Then he gestured to Mariah Carey, "Also to you, Miss Carey."
Everyone clinked glasses and drank a round, and Walter laughed and said, "APLUS, where did you learn this set, aren't you a kid from the slums of Chicago?"
"I'm an alternative, I have good character and academics, and I often participate in equal rights activities." Of course, Song Ya will not forget to brag about himself, "I went to South Africa a few months ago and took a photo with Mr. Mandela."
"Boy, you are very nice."
Being able to sit and have a dinner together, everyone naturally appreciates each other, David Cole said: "Your poem to De Klerk is about South Africa, right?"
"Daniel's marketing tactics of the South African government on that song is also a must." Walter boasted.
"Ahem." Roberto Clever coughed dryly and turned the topic to Song Ya's MV shooting. "I saw the MV shooting plan of Ifeelitcoming. Is it necessary to be so simple? No need to save money for our Columbia. "
In this era, MV shooting is just a means of publicity for the song, and the distributor is responsible for the cost.