Although Li Mu has always been a music lover and playing guitar in college can only be considered an amateur, he is also a very serious and immersed in many years. He basically has a lot of knowledge about various singers, bands and styles at home and abroad and can distinguish them very clearly.

Generally speaking, even if a band is still imitating others, they should not be a song or try any style. In this way, it is no different from a bar resident band. If you really want to be a good band, you must first set a style for yourself, and then try your best to absorb the nutrients in this style. Finally, even if you cover other people's songs, you can play your own style.

However, the kind of thing Zhang Kexuan and the others played was really nothing new.

"Then do you have any suggestions?" Zhang Kexuan scratched his head, his face feeling a little uncomfortable.

Li Mu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "If you want to have fun, you should put down the instrument first, hold a meeting to discuss the style and routes you prefer, and then work hard on that road together."

As he said that, Li Mu said mercilessly: "If you just play around and try any style at home and abroad, it would be easy to do. Anyway, there will be an entertainment bar when you go out to the intersection, so you can go there to stay there in the evening."

Nowadays, Jinling's consumption level is the most expensive for four people in the resident band.

But the four of them are all real rich second generations. Who would look down on this little money? Moreover, for them, going to a bar to perform is a very low thing.

Although the four people looked very good, Li Mu was talking about the facts and was full of truth. Even if the four people were overwhelmed, they could not refute it.

Another guitarist said, "Hey, little brother, aren't you writing your own songs? Just go to the recording studio to show us?"

The bassist and the drummer also looked instigated, and the drummer said in a weird tone: "That is, displaying and displaying will also allow us to see the world. Who can't play with the mouth? These days, few people can cook, and they are all foodies."

Li Mu looked at the drummer buried in a pile of cymbals and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that they were not very convinced. They were already very shit, and I didn’t want to comment. It was you who asked, but you didn’t let the truth tell the truth. Are you rich second generation so hypocritical?

Immediately, Li Mu only asked the drummer one sentence: "Brother, your equipment is absolutely awesome, and you have nothing to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mu saw a hint of pride on the other person's face, and then he changed the subject: "I won't talk about hi-hats, I have to have drums, but you just have 16, 17, 18 inches, a whole three, as well as water cymbals, dingding, and even Chinese cymbals. But I see you have three songs in line. Among them, except for hi-hats and one Crash closest to you, you didn't touch the other five cymbals. What are your mentality? Playing drums or showing off your wealth?"

"You..." The drummer thought Li Mu was complimenting him, but at the end he heard almost a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Yes, music players have this mentality. Regardless of whether the technology is good or not, they should first get the equipment as complete as possible. Especially those with two money, they are even more proud. They want to buy everything they can buy, but there are very few that can be used. He put out so many cymbals to make it visually awesome. As for his skills, he can't play with them at all.

Zhang Kexuan dared not underestimate Li Mu this time. Although he is not old, his eyes and mouth are really poisonous. He is really awesome and he can tell at a glance that he is not dirty. He is cruel to pick him up and then throw him away.

So Zhang Kexuan smoothed out and said, "Li Mu, I didn't expect you to be an expert. Let's go, let's go to the recording studio."

Li Mu shrugged and said indifferently: "Then go."

Anyway, I've come here. I'm allowed you rich people to show off, but I won't let me pretend like this?

As soon as he entered the recording studio, Li Mu found that the equipment here was more professional and even more awesome than outside. The recording studio was divided into two, both behind the soundproof glass door, one for recording human voices, one for recording drums and other musical instruments that require speaker pickup.

There is also a Martin native electric box guitar. In layman's terms, it can be understood as a plug-in and output acoustic guitar. This brand of guitars are at least tens of thousands of yuan. It's really rich.

Zhang Kexuan took Li Mu and everyone into the outer room of the recording studio, and said to Li Mu: "Look at it, you can use the equipment here. If you need other musical instruments to match you, we can also help."

"No need to worry about it." Li Mu thought to himself, wasn't it just to record a song "Zebra Zebra" for Chen Wan? It's not that trouble. Such a good acoustic guitar, such a good microphone and tuning equipment are already very enough.

So Li Mu said, "I'll just play and record it."

"Amateur." The drummer curled his lips: "The vocals should be recorded separately. When you sing, the guitar sound will be captured by the vocal microphone, and the effect will be worse."

"You are right." Li Mu nodded and asked back: "This is similar to the nature of you who don't use those five cymbals. His technical level is not that professional. What's the use of such professional equipment?"

"Fuck..." The drummer was almost angry. Zhang Kexuan hurriedly winked at him and said to Li Mu, "Just as long as you think it's appropriate, come on, let's start."

Li Mu just connected the guitar to the device with a playful attitude and adjusted the microphone. Zhang Kexuan also made an OK gesture outside, and the equipment was all done and he could start at any time.

So, Li Mu played the prelude to "Zebra Zebra".

A few guys originally thought that Li Mu could not write any original works at this age, but as soon as he played the prelude of his fingers, the few people immediately changed their qualities. Not to mention anything else, this melody line and this guitar arrangement have a certain foundation. This kind of skill is not to be able to play guitar, but to have real arrangement skills.

When Li Mu started singing the first sentence, Zhang Kexuan felt his mind explode. Although he hadn't heard the reason yet, he didn't know what to sing this song, but Li Mu's slightly hoarse voice, the melody of the song and the perfect tone of the Martin guitar, was enough to make him amazed.

Chen Wan was fascinated by the moment the prelude sounded. When he was at Li Mu's house, his guitar was still much inferior. In addition, there was no professional equipment, and the sound field atmosphere was much worse than now. After all, this place was a top-notch equipment! Listening to this song like this, almost everyone would be integrated into the notes.

Li Mu finished the song in one go, and there was no error in his voice or playing. This time he was very satisfied, so he stood up, pushed open the soundproof door, and said to Zhang Kexuan: "I think this should be fine. It's a little bit, there is no need to be too perfect."

Zhang Kexuan looked at Li Mu like a monster, the drummer... the drummer was already blushing.

Chen Wan felt as if she had just come back to her senses from a different kind of sadness. This should be the charm of music, creating an atmosphere, tricking you into it, and then taking out similar feelings in your heart, making you feel like you were hollowed out by the song after a song.

Chen Wan, who came to her senses, clattered her hands excitedly: "I sang so well, so great!"

Zhang Kexuan also felt shameless. He was only eighteen years old and had such awesome originals, but he was twenty-four and had not even written a complete song.

When Zhang Kexuan thought of this, he felt sobbing in his heart.

Just a few days ago, he was still trying to write a song that told the angered youth that was dissatisfied with society. There was nothing he could do. It was not surprising that 90% of those who played rock these days were not surprising.

The key is that Zhang Kexuan is just an amateur contestant and did not understand that most people write songs first and then write lyrics, but he doesn't understand, so he wanted to write a beautiful lyric with a spirit of rebellion and criticism. The title of the song is "Mom, please take me home quickly."

The lyrics in the conception are: The author has been fed up with social injustice and fed up with worldly indifference. He hopes that his mother can take her home and stay away from these dirty things.

But unfortunately, I just wrote a few lines of the lyrics, and then I couldn't hold it out. Then Zhang Kexuan's mother accidentally saw the draft of the lyrics and cursed angrily: "You asked me to take you home soon? You don't have home for a few days, and I can't find you even if I look for you! Do you guys who play rock like to talk lies like this with open eyes?"

Come on, I was already stuck, but after being scolded by his mother, I completely gave up.

At this time, Li Mu saw that the four of the band didn't speak, and couldn't help asking, "Can you please let me listen?"

Zhang Kexuan reacted and said quickly: "Okay, okay, wait."

After listening to the replay, not only the other five were satisfied, but Li Mu himself was also satisfied and said to Chen Wan: "Sister Wan, is that okay?"

"Yeah, perfect!" Chen Wan was more than just admiring Li Mu.

"Okay, I'll finish the work. Please cut it out and copy it out, so you don't need to do it later."
Chapter completed!