Chicago 1990

"Yo, brother APLUS."

"Yo, Jazzy, Dame, you are Biggs, right? When were you released from prison?"

On January 4, 1998, Song Ya, Shakira, and Linda arrived at the Metropolitan Records headquarters early in the morning, not far from the original parent company, the old branch of Metropolitan Communications Corporation in New York. They have not moved since the 1980s. , Long-term lease on the top two floors of an eight-story old brick-concrete structure facing the street. It has nothing to do with Metropolitan Insurance and Metropolitan Opera in New York. One name carries CapitalCities, and the other two carry Metropolitan.

Song Ya fists, hugs, and shoulders with them. A tall and fat old man stands behind Jazzy and Damon Dash. It should be Biggs who was released from prison at the latest. Song Ya has long known that he is quite famous in Brooklyn and is a trio of snakes in front of him. The one in charge of dirty work does have the aura of a ruthless role.

"It's been out a long time ago." Biggs replied in an urn voice.

The three Jazzy brothers kept this headquarters as their nest, and their own Roc-A-Record office was also housed. The door was marked with a beautiful brass nameplate, and a small radio station was built. The broadcasting studio is next door.

Other old blacks who looked at themselves with curious eyes were probably also the attendants of the Roc-A- trio, or record company employees.

"Hey, Matthew."

On the other side, next door is Matthew Norris' Music World Entertainment Record Office, and Song Ya shook hands with the other party again.

Although it was an unsuccessful old and broken record company in history, Metropolitan Records relied on the wealthy Metropolitan Communications in its early years, and was later owned by ABC Television Network and Disney. The decoration style is outdated and there is actually no bargain in the entire interior. , The precious solid wood floors, wall skirts and tables and chairs have been polished by time.

"Shakira." Song Ya introduced Shakira to them, "NAS and they?"

"It's still early. They won't be here at least in the afternoon. There is a welcome party in the evening."

Jazzy wears a fancy skateboarding jacket and a lot of big gold chain gold watches. After owning a platinum record and getting the signing fee for the exchange of contracts, he should have had a good life in 1997. The Brooklyn fellow Biggie hangs After the fall, because the bragging father's base camp is in Harlem, his influence in Brooklyn is getting bigger and bigger, and he is indeed more and more like a rap boss. "You've never been here?" he asked.

"Not really."

He was shot shortly after the official handover, so Song Ya had no chance to come and inspect.

"Wow, let me show you a tour of your own company?"

"can."

"This building is the office space. This is the small radio station founded by Damon and I. We stay here most of the time. This is the storage room, the staff's office, the small meeting room, the recording studio, and the sound mixer. The sheds are upstairs..."

The record company in the morning was relatively deserted, and the old-fashioned decoration style made the corridors dim and cramped? Jazzy led the roadside to open the doors of offices.

There is always the feeling that the sparrow is small and well-equipped? It seems that Song Ya has returned to Lao Qiao Records in a daze, or the small place where A+ Records rented in the early years? Of course it is much larger than Lao Qiao Records, but the overall atmosphere of the hip-hop labels. It really doesn't make much difference.

This is basically the world of black musicians? Jazzy, who was just watching the excitement, began to continue to set up the bar? Busy to move alcohol to the Internet bar.

Local hip-hop singers like Bragging Daddy, NAS, and Jazzy also serve as party planners at the same time. Many New York stars, not just black people and stars in the record circle, will also find them when they hold parties, from DJs, singing to Party service and wine supply are all-inclusive? They are the best in the atmosphere.

Bragging father once made it too hot because of a party? There was also a stampede accident.

"Are you and FoxyBrown's platinum record certification yet to come down?"

Song Ya pointed to the empty wall and asked.

"No, **** RIAA is too bureaucratic." Jazzy scolded.

"Linda, remember to urge them." This is the responsibility of his boss and president. Song Ya asked Linda behind him, "Right? Little FoxyBrown?"

"Same, come in the afternoon or evening."

Jazzy led the way upstairs? The first poster of him and FoxyBrown was facing him, and then the Destiny Girl group? William Adams group, the dumb punk group.

The duo punk duo finally put on the modified motorcycle helmets they saw in the IFeelItComing Apocalypse MV.

Song Ya feels good? In the chaotic 1997, he completely shook his hands? And everything was still in order even though the former president was unreliable.

"Ah! APLUS!"

Beyoncé and the others rushed out screaming from a room with a sign in the recording? Five girls surrounded him, ignoring Shakira, and jumping happily with his arms.

"Hello."

Song Ya hugged them and scratched Emily's nose again, "How are you doing here?"

"Not bad."

The cousin replied: "Everyone is waiting for you."

"OK, work first."

The main purpose of coming here is to help Mother Destiny to record WorthIt, "You wait for me for five minutes." He fisted with the musicians who came out again, "Jazzy." First let him take a tour of himself, who was visited by the stars. Finish the remaining recording studio, mixing studio and other offices.

"How long has no one come in here?"

After Linda opened the president's office with the key, a musty smell wafted out of it, and Song Ya fanned her nose with her hand.

"It has been locked since the dismissal of the former president, has it been for several months?"

Linda went in and opened the windows for ventilation, Song Ya probed in and looked inside. It was also the old layout, the boss desk, the sofa, the messy honor corner...

"Forget it, let's record first."

Song Ya took off the windbreaker and put it on Linda, asked her to find someone to clean it up, roll up her sleeves, and put her arms around Shakira into the recording studio just come out of the Destiny Girl Group.

This is the largest recording studio owned by Metropolis Records. The mixer and other equipment have been updated with the start-up capital after the merger of A+ Records and Disney at the beginning of last year. Song Ya walked in, as if stepping into it from the 1970s. In the nineties.

A white man in the company is sitting in front of a computer that processes audio. Blacks playing music and whites playing high-tech have gradually become a new trend in the recording industry.

"Hurry up." Matthew Norris pushed his daughter into the recording studio.

Other girls from the Destiny True Girl group, musicians, and Jazzy also followed.

"Find a place to sit by yourself, don't be restrained." Song Ya let Shakira go to the sofa and walked to the mixer by himself.

Damon Dash, Biggs, Matthew Norris, and unrecognized attendants, the control room was full of irrelevant people, and the winking kid brought wine from the wine cabinet and ice cubes from the small refrigerator. They quarreled and made noises, noisy but also lively.

Song Ya held the mixer with both hands and watched all this silently. No one dared to be so unruly when he was recording songs on A+ records, but... it's not bad, now don't have the feeling of re-experiencing the old time.

"Let's get started." He said to the tuner when he saw that the studio was ready through the glass.

"OK, ready..." the tuner pressed the intercom and said into the microphone.

"Giveittome I'mworthit..."

Beyoncé and Emily sang to the melody, and the distribution of lyrics to the group members was different from the original song. Song Ya was not in a hurry to adjust, touching her chin and listening in silence.

"Okay, Itellherbringitbacklikesheleftsome..."

Jazzy's RAP part is a bit more dragging than the original singer, which is not bad, he should be stronger than the original singer.

"OK, the problem is mainly at the end of the suffix, you, do these rhymes...Jazzy, the second paragraph of your widit should be playful. Once, change the key and sing like this..."

After listening to a song, Song Ya pressed the intercom, formally started to work and demonstrated in person, no one would challenge herself in the recording studio, including Jazzy obediently modify as required.

Shakira handed over a cocktail.

"You drink it, I won't drink it."

Song Ya hasn't recovered to the perfect state of twenty dollars, so Song Ya absolutely won't drink alcohol temporarily.

Shakira went back to the sofa and chatted with other people who were idle. They were young musicians of the same age, and soon got acquainted.

Song Ya's ears also automatically filter these noises.

"Very good, let's do it again."

"Do it again, this time little Beyoncé, you..."

"Emily, why does this part of your turn make me feel weird every time?"

"Get up and sing!"

This is a saliva song that integrates pop style. The singers are very perceptive. Beyoncé and the others should have practiced for a long time after they got the song. After Song Ya's high-intensity adjustment more than an hour later, the effect is already very satisfactory. I spent most of the rest of the time training Emily, who was relatively slow.

"Rest awhile?"

Linda saw little Emily's mouth curled up, and she wanted to cry or not, so she came to relieve her, "The person you want to interview has arrived."

"OK."

Song Ya glared at Little Emily and agreed.

Linda fancy and accompanied the EnVogue group through the first half of the 1990s as a producer with such qualifications. Even in the New York music circle, it is difficult to find a leak, and Song Ya is more satisfied that the other party does not mix on the street. A middle-aged black man with a traditional style.

The executive vice president and music director of APLUS’s record label is naturally more willing. When he came to seek a job, he also brought Song Ya’s “old friend”, the retired former colleague, Atlantic Records executive Stie Wen helped with the guarantee.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

Steven looked at Song Ya and praised again and again, "Remember when you went to Atlantic Records for an interview in 1990, APLUS, at that time, if we signed you Hoho, I don't know what it is like now. It will be more than seven years in a flash. ..."

Wasn't you the one who raised my nose and eyes at me? Song Ya still remembered that the old man thought he was a mixed race at the time, "Yes, Steven for seven years."

"When I first saw you, I vaguely knew that you would have today, APLUS." The old man said again.

"Haha..."

Song Ya smiled and happily reached out to the future Executive Vice President and Music Director of Metropolis Records. "This position is yours. You can move into this office. I won't stay here most of the time. Of course, I I don’t like being concealed...You are only responsible for most of the daily affairs. All major decisions must be signed and approved by me. These will be written into the contract in detail."

"No problem, thank you Mr. APLUS." The other party quickly promised.

"Do you know how to deal with street rappers like Jazzy?" Song Ya asked.

"Of course, he has a bit of prestige in New York, and Jazzy respects him very much." Steven replied with help.

"OK, then I'm fine."

The manager was settled by three, five and two. Song Ya went back to work. At noon, Jazzy had already organized the party. Some guests, such as NAS, FoxyBrown and other New York singers, all arrived.

"Why are you playing Beef with Lil Kim recently?"

Song Ya asked FoxyBrown with a small one-off dinner tray, "I remember you two are not classmates? The relationship was still very good before."

"The bitch..."

FoxyBrown is still the old school **** the street, so he opened his mouth and said a lot of bad things about Li Erjin.

"Papa Bragging now needs the help and endorsement of Biggie's widow Feith Evans, so Lil King has been squeezed out of Bad Boy Record..."

NAS attached an ear to explain that whether it is a new solo album or the release of a commemorative album for Biggie who died in Los Angeles, the bragging father used Feith Evans. He also needs Feith Evans to help win Biggie fans, so as Biggie The junior, former Biggie's portfolio; .. A. member Lier King's fate is naturally not good, and has already signed another New York label.

So now the stable alliance formed by bragging daddy, Jazzy, NAS and others to dominate New York, in addition to DISS local competitors such as B-GOD and Wudang Gang, also needs to suppress Lil King to please Faith Evans.

And a bunch of male chauvinist gangster male singers are inconvenient to directly compete with Lier King. As a female rap singer who also has a platinum record record, this important task naturally falls on FoxyBrown.

Except for the arrogance, FoxyBrown himself should have no deep hatred with Li Erjin, a little suspected of being a gunman.

Song Ya observed FoxyBrown, who was proud and swearing, and seemed to be happy because he had the upper hand over his former girlfriends, but he didn't say anything. He was too lazy to mix things up, and was too lazy to persuade him.

"APLUS, something...is it convenient now?"

Damon Dash came over and offered to talk alone.

"come on."

Song Ya readily led him into the president's office.

"It's still the issue of wine. Did you know that A+ Liquor Industry gave all the long-term marketing contracts to Seagram?" Damon Dash asked.

"I know, I haven't asked about it yet." Song Ya replied lightly.

"Hey, APLUS, I warned you a long time ago, those old-fashioned people from Seagram can't do this business at all!"

Damon Dash immediately complained loudly. He did have the foresight in this matter, "Our Grey Goose vodka is now just a popular product that appears on the supermarket wine rack. It is not cool at all!"

"The output of Huaguo is getting higher and higher, and the boutique route could not go on."

Song Ya smiled. He hasn't seen Riise, who manages the A+ wine business, and the two veterans who dug from Seagram, but after waking up, he can generally grasp the business situation, "After all, he can't be a Frenchman."

Continue to fight with competitor Tricolor Vodka, it is estimated that they will lose in the end. They simply sell the goods directly. Song Ya thinks that this decision of Riise and others is not wrong. The mistake is that they took advantage of their coma to use their sales channels. Signed to Seagram, still a long-term contract.

"No, no, you are wrong. I don't think we can do it." Damon Dash shook his head. "At least not in New York. It's still too late. You make me responsible. I can do it."

Song Ya didn't want to be taught by him, although it was his idea to enter the wine business at the beginning, "Don't worry about this Dame anymore, I will deal with A+ wine business later, wait for the news."

"But we negotiated before, and I am responsible for the New York market." Damon Dash was not smart at all on this matter, and continued to chatter endlessly.

"Then they have all signed to Seagram, what can I do? I was unconscious at the time! I am not a god!"

Annoying personally, Song Ya waved his hand impatiently, "Well, let's go out, Dame, I don't want to talk about these little things today."

"It's a small thing to you but not to me!"

Damon Dash got up angrily and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Shakira came in and asked.

"who cares."

With such a big business, I always take care of these people’s emotions and don’t want to do anything else every day. Song Ya pulled the Latin girl into his arms, "Wow, full of alcohol, have you drunk a lot?"

"Well……"

"OK, it's almost done. Keep the master tape."

In the afternoon, Song Ya pushed the door out of the recording studio, only to find that there were more people in Metropolis Records. The top figures in the New York hip-hop circle with good relations have basically arrived. The focus and central character of the audience is definitely the bragging father. Sitting on the sofa outside with a big face, the bodyguards scattered around the party on guard.

"If he wants our support, he must first prove to me that he is Sugonite's enemy, OK? I want to see the action, otherwise I won't praise him."

Having gone through life and death with Biggie, he has also become a billionaire and released a hit solo album. The bragging father's aura is countless times stronger than when he was hit by a silencer on the ground. He is approaching the previous one. Bending over, the little black man with a humble appearance said, "Don't take my resources for nothing."

"Yo."

According to the rumors that Linda heard, it was said that the bragging father and the lame gang issued a ‘quake order’ to the gunman who killed Biggie and Sugnet. It's a bit on the rise...

Look at the two to five to eighty thousand dollars now, why didn't Sinaloa be beaten to death long ago? Song Ya slandered and greeted him.

"Ha, APLUS, how are you doing?"

The two embraced affectionately.

"It's okay, let's talk?"

"OK."

The two greeted the people at the party all the way and walked into the president's office.

Song Ya had a very good attitude towards those who might take over the shares of Inner City Broadcasting Company. He went straight to the point, and simply said that he was about to sell some of his shares during a private meeting in the office.

"So this is a business worth more than ten million?"

Bragging Daddy had been involved in this matter with Quincy Jones, Russell Simmons and LLCoolJ. "Are there any other buyers besides me?" he asked.

"You should guess who the black circle can take over these shares is very small."

They are all smart people, and Song Ya doesn’t bother to play hypocritical words, "I’ve already notified you that you can compete, then you can compete on a first-come, first-served basis, and you can also cooperate, but don’t make things too complicated. Anyway, in April ...No, I will finish this before March."

It depends on the bragging father’s own heart. If he wants to continue to expand his influence in the black elite circle, then buying these shares will decisively consolidate his position as the king of New York. Song Ya knows that in a sense he is following. Your path to success is firm, but you don’t care much, as long as you can afford it.

Thousands of bragging fathers who are billionaires are big business, and they are just a drizzle for themselves.

Bragging father thought it over and figured it out, "Haha! No problem!" He laughed and stretched out his hand, "Let your people give me the quotation. I'll go back and find someone to study it, and I'll get back to you soon."

"OK, that's a deal."

"That's a deal."

The two shook hands with wrists, hugged again, and beat each other's vests.

"By the way, APLUS, are you not going to be in the pop music circle anymore? Classical symphony ah? The song before you were shot is really stylish, BabaYetuYetu..."

The two walked out of the office, boasting that the old man was in a good mood and casually sang BabaYetu, "I will count the votes for that song during the Grammy Awards this year. Maybe you can do me a favor. We have no conflict. "

He should be referring to his highly prize-winning album NoWayOut and single I'llBeMissingYou, which are mourning for Biggie. Song Ya listened to Linda to say that he won the award.

"I won't go to the award ceremony. The Grammy jury doesn't like me, and I don't like them either."

Song Ya answered frankly: "Of course I will let Linda help you."

"Yes, you just have to have this sentence."

Bragging father suddenly discovered that everyone outside was holding wine glasses, standing still listening to music, "Hey, what's the matter?" He asked his attendant.

He didn't speak to Ban, and pointed his finger at Song Ya.

After more than a minute of the long prelude, Song Ya’s quick-mouthed Rap came out from the party speaker, ‘this is the return of the king of APLUS, GetUP! Whatever! Get up now and run to the next road. This is always more realistic than finding resonance on the Internet. Go to a second-hand store and I will walk with pride and humility...’

"This is your new song?" The bragging father asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the first single Can'tHoldUS of the three specialties is a bit rushed. It is not the final version. First, it will be released on the radio underground to create momentum. I will release a new album this year."

Song Ya answered.

When the chorus singer’s vigorous bass sounded, people should be aware that this is a great song. They all turned their attention to themselves. The party crowd began to cheer loudly, twisting their bodies to follow the strong melody, Beyoncé, etc. The girl also looked over with star eyes.

"The lyrics are very appropriate." The bragging father concealed the mixed negative emotions and squeezed out a smile to compliment. "The style reminds me of second-hand stores. Is that the first song you created, right? This response is cool."

The kings of the east and west coasts are dead, but the king of the Midwest will come back to life...

He thought.

"Of course, although it is a bit weird to commemorate this, today is the first anniversary of my shooting."

Song Ya smiled and took the wine glass from Shakira, and UU read www.uukanshu.com relaxedly and hugged her to listen.

‘My city is my patron, if I get knocked down, they will catch me, and then I learn [fo] lessons and come back. ’

‘Can you go back? It's now! It is tonight, we will fight to the last minute! ’

‘So let’s raise our hands and swing, even the ceiling can’t stop us! ’

At the end of the song, Song Ya held up the wine glass, "To the whole world!" He shouted: "I'mback! I'm back!"

"YEAH! Lord!"

"YES!"

The party atmosphere was instantly ignited, and people cheered like wild animals.

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