Chicago 1990

"Ihateyouiloveyou, ihatethatiwantyou, youwanther, youneedherandi’llneverbeher..."

In the deep-sea recording room, Song Ya was lying on the sofa, listening to the solo version of ihateuiloveu that Feiji had just recorded, and took off her headphones.

"How about my dear?" Fergie asked, holding his arms around his neck.

"Not bad."

He smiled and nodded. Without the comparison of the original version of Apocalypse, his judgment dropped sharply, but after more than two years in the industry, Fergie's handling of this song is not too far from the chorus version of the two.

"Just one sentence?" Fergie was nervous about the song, she was a little unhappy, "You weren't so perfunctory when you were a producer for Mariah Carey."

"Uh……"

Song Ya was embarrassed, "That's because she always likes to change things, and you haven't changed my things..."

"Well, I also recorded a version." Fergie took the opportunity to take out the ambush she had prepared.

"Did Dion help make it?" Song Ya guessed that it was Dion's style after listening to the mix.

"Ok."

Fergie changed her singing style in the new version, and the hip-hop style is heavier and less painful.

"No." Song Ya resolutely refused, "You just sing according to my arrangement. I am the producer of this song. You are not qualified to bargain with me. Even Mariah Carey will listen to me in the end."

Fergie threw away her hand, pouting her mouth and shrank into the corner of the sofa to start her temper.

This girl can always fight for herself in various ways. Song Ya doesn't mind coaxing her when she is in a good mood, "Okay, okay, it's a big deal to put this version on your singles."

Fergie smiled like a flower, and rushed back again, "I know you are best to me. When will the singles be released? I can't wait my dear."

"Let's talk about it next year." Song Ya prepared her for her first single London has not yet come out, it is not appropriate to use a cover song as the top single.

Fergie used the same trick again, throwing away her hand, and she drew back.

"Be careful." Song Ya pointed to her to warn, got up and opened the door to leave, but found that Cassidy's ear was close to the door, and she was taken aback.

"I'm about to knock on the door." The good girl said in a panic.

The soundproofing level of the door of the recording studio is very high, and the inside cannot be heard from the outside. "Has the notice from Denise arrived?" Song Ya pretended not to notice.

"Well, Denise has already started organizing everyone to participate in your fundraising fan meeting for Gore." Cassidy handed him the folder she was holding. "This is a roster."

"Okay, pay attention, everyone who comes to participate must be over 18 years old, and the donation cannot exceed fifty dollars..."

Song Ya walked to the office while flipping through the roster, "Also, warn fans under the age of 18 not to go home to mobilize adult relatives and friends like parents. I don't want to be told that the singer is a politician by all means. The canvassing news is unhelpful to Senator Gore..."

"Understood, I will notify Denise." Cassidy kept writing on her notepad.

"Forget it, let Denise come, and then call Yeremov and the people from the publicity department. I don't want any accidents." Song Ya said, "You ask Yeremov to give Denis also For a salary, she is my most important fan club director. Chicago fans will become larger and larger, and managing fans will definitely spend a lot of her spare time."

"Ok."

Cassidy records one by one.

"Your next schedule." Taraji passed the schedule to Song Ya in the office.

The investment in a+ apparel made Song Ya’s liquidity in a hurry. In late July, he began to take on business performances. In addition to the one with Mariah Carey in New York, he also had a business performance in several cities in the greater New York area. .

"Rikrubin asked me to be his guest?" Song Ya saw that this was the first thing that happened to New York.

"His singer sirmix-a-lot's single babygotbak squeezed Mariah Carey's empirestateofmindpartii off the billboard title list. I probably want you to show off." Taraji said.

"Fxxk, this guy."

This is not good news. Song Ya and Riclubin have an agreement that next year’s awards season will support his singer to get the Grammy annual single at the beginning of the year, but he and babyfae also have a similar agreement. Babyfae's singers are also very popular this year. In addition to the tl group, Donnie Breston also relied on her to sing with babyfae, and the song of boyziiman's endoftheroad was also produced by babyfae.

He hadn’t expected what kind of decent singers Ricklubin’s record could bring out this year. Then the favor of babyfae would be good at the awards season. Anyway, Drey and Escobe will not release their specials until the end of the year, and they will definitely not be able to keep up with next year. The awards season at the beginning of the year is now in trouble...

"Uh..." Cassidy saw that he was worried, "Then I'm busy?"

"Yeah." Song Ya put her in her arms and kissed her on the forehead. "Go, sorry, I just came back and have to leave after a few days. I didn't spend the whole summer vacation with you."

"It's okay, I just like the way you work so hard." Cassidy stood on tiptoe in response, and left happily.

Taraji rolled his eyes and continued, "Mr. Barenboi wants you to call you back as soon as possible."

"Oh?" Song Ya dialed Barenboi, who has officially taken over Solti and became the music director of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.

"Aplus, do you know? Riclubin wants to buy the shares of American Music Magazine in the hands of those of us."

Barenboi revealed.

"This guy, look at it for yourself, anyway, I have a controlling stake in my hand, if the price he sets is right."

Amerika Music has been released for three issues, and each issue almost always pays 200,000 dollars. Barenboi and Shirley Fleming can afford to pay, but the music critics and musicians they brought in at the time were not For sure.

"Okay." Barenboi didn't seem to want to keep shares anymore. They were originally to help Shirley Fleming.

Song Ya quickly flew to New York with Fergie and others. After settled in Tribeca's house, the first stop he took Hayden, Taraji and others to was the record.

This guy has completely turned over with the rapper sirmix-a-lot. There are many men and women who have applied for jobs in the office space with small records. It is quite as if Song Ya's a+ record has just moved into the new building. However, as the founder of defjam records, this guy is accustomed to seeing the ups and downs. When Song Ya saw this bearded man, he was lying on the sofa in the studio in the same posture as Song Ya, listening to the one inside. The rock band records songs.

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"Aplus, you came right in time."

He put down the big drink cup in his hand, "Donuts?" He took out a big donut from the box beside him.

Song Ya didn't like to eat such sweet things as the United States, waved his hand, sat next to him, "What can I do?"

"I guess someone told you? I want to increase my shares in American Music Magazine." He said lazily.

"I welcome it." Song Ya shrugged, "just to make the equity structure a bit simpler."

"Then you will give up the controlling stake?" This guy was whimsical.

"Haha." Song Ya smiled, "It's not easy for me to buy this magazine."

"Well, when I didn't say it." He picked up the big drink cup and took a sip of the straw.

"Mr. Rubin, what do you think of the previous period?" The singer's question came from the control room speaker.

Riclubin lifted his foot to reach the mixer and stepped on the button of the intercom. "Not good enough."

"Can you give me some specific comments?" the other party asked.

"Just...not good enough." Riklubin was extremely perfunctory.

"Fxxk! I've had enough." The bass player inside suddenly scolded: "You are the most unlearned producer I have ever seen. If you can't even come up with any suggestions, you will keep saying that it is not good enough, not enough. it is good!"

"But it's not good enough." Riclubin said the same thing.

The grumpy rock youths were not happy anymore. They rushed out with their guitars and drumsticks on their backs, "Do you understand music at all!?" The long-haired singer and guitarist yelled at him.

"I don't understand." Riclubin said, "I only need to understand whether your music is good or bad."

"Then you help us make progress!" The drummer shouted, "You are our producer! You just lie down like this every time you record a song, you always lie down, eating and drinking, even eating and drinking!"

"I don't know how to help you improve, you are just so bad." This guy is really begging.

"Sonofabith!" The five band members rushed up, and a few strong men rushed in at the right time, stopped the rock youths and then went outside, seemingly familiar with this process.

"Aplus, don't cooperate with this kind of person, he is just an idiot who got into the music scene!"

The bassist who was raised to the door shouted, and his voice was quickly cut off by the closed recording studio door.

"That's how you make music?" Song Ya opened his eyes.

"It's all like this, aren't you?" Riclubin said: "The producer does not have the omniscient eye, can see who has the potential and who does not, only keep signing people, hoping to find a star of tomorrow. For this A hopeless band, it’s not worth wasting a second on them."

"Then be more cautious, try the sound first..."

Song Ya plans to use the information revealed in the Apocalypse song to find people in the future, so as not to find a needle in a haystack like him.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't cost two money to sign this kind of garbage anyway."

Riclubin didn't care, "Okay, let's talk about this." He took Song Ya into the office and met the black rapper sirmix-a-lot who had just won the top spot on the bulletin board. His new crown single babygotbak sings very magical, and so is mv. The lyrics are mainly in Acura big pp women, but the attitude is also very clear in the vulgarity. To the popular aesthetics that is beginning to become popular, it is to Kate Moss (famous Model) expressed irony and dissatisfaction with the pursuit and love of the ultra-thin flat-shaped woman represented.

Song Ya personally agrees with this.

"Did you see the relationship between aplus and me? Come on call, you will help next year's awards season, right aplus?" Riclubin boasted directly in front of Song Ya.

"Yay."

Song Ya could only admit that it turned out that this guy called himself just for this, he was really cheeky.

"Have you heard? I told you earlier, I must believe it." Riclubin said to sirmix-a-lot.

The 30-year-old black singer fisted with Song Ya ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and laughed: "aplus, do you know? This guy doesn't understand music at all, and he is a liar. I have to be careful everywhere."

Uh, is it really good to say it in person like this? Song Ya glanced at Klubin. This guy didn’t mean to deny it at all. “You have been signed by me for sirmix-a-lot for five years. You have all three albums in my hands. You can’t run, and I let Your single rushed to the number one on the bulletin board, and there is still hope for Grammys next year."

"Well, you are really good at business operations, but I still want to say that you don't understand music."

sirmix-a-lot shrugged, having nothing to do with him.

The three chatted casually, "Are you going to enter the clothing industry recently?" Riclubin asked.

"How do you know?" Song Ya also plans to keep a low profile before the clothes are mass-produced.

"Mariah Carey, she said everywhere in the New York music circle that she has a clothing brand, and she will personally participate in the design." Riclubin said.

"Uh... Mimi didn't expect you to be a woman with a big mouth too!"

Song Ya's face turned black, "Look at how I turn around to teach you, hum!"

"It's too early to make ready-made clothes." He can only be so perfunctory.

"I'm optimistic about you." Riclubin said: "Now white people are moving their homes to the suburbs, and there are only African Americans left in the city at night. Although many New Yorkers are criticizing this trend, I To say that no one can stop this. This is also good for your African-American music and selling clothes and shoes. It is very good."

"Oh? How to say?" Song Ya didn't understand how the two things were connected.

"It's very simple, no matter how poor you are, you are also from the city, and the things in the city must be fashionable. Remember my words."