Fang Zhao was still mulling over Wayne's comment that he was too out of touch the next day when he headed to the Qi'an Academy of Music.
As a composer, Fang Zhao would challenge music styles that he had never come into contact with before. People in the music circles would talk about Fang Zhao's "100-Year Period of Destruction" four-part series. It seemed to have become Fang Zhao's signature music style. The combination of the classical and the modern had led to a wave of symphonic epics, a perfect fusion of traditional and electronic music.
But whether it was the global lecture tour or the symphonic epics, after a few months, they were gradually forgotten. People in the New Era moved at a fast pace. Other than people in the music circles who continued to delve in this direction, other people seemed to have found a new genre to focus on.
Fang Zhao's works were classified as academic and received praise from many professionals, but they were not very "approachable." Xue Jing had told Fang Zhao about this a long time ago.
"Academic stuff can be said to be long-lasting, but it can also be said to be short-lived. It's lasting because of its influence, as well as the many meanings it contains about life and history. It's worth studying and analyzing it piece by piece. It's worth learning from later generations, but it's only limited to the circle of academic music. It can't be considered a pure pop genre, and the trend it caused didn't last long. That's why it's short. "
Wayne had mentioned reducing the amount of traditional instrumental music and increasing the proportion of electronic sound effects. That was something that the masses of the New Era would be more receptive to.
Using a more direct method of expression?
When Fang Zhao had composed the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series, he had researched many popular New Era pieces. After that, he had fused electronic music with traditional instrumental music.
Fang Zhao understood what Wayne had said, but his understanding was not strong enough. Fang Zhao knew that these things could not be answered in school. Just like what Xue Jing had said about the difference between "academic" and "liberal." "Liberal" belonged to the category of "non-academic." Professionals in the music circles preferred to call "liberal" or "street." It was more casual, more mixed, and more unorthodox. At the same time, it was more approachable and easier for the masses to accept.
Fang Zhao had been requested by the Qi'an Academy of Music to give lessons three times a week. Today, as usual, after class, he would resolve some of the students' doubts and difficulties.
Why was this class not held in the form of an online lecture? This was to facilitate communication between students and teachers, as well as to facilitate the resolution of problems.
Although Fang Zhao could not compare to the other teachers in the academy in terms of experience, he was popular and had a high attendance rate. Why?
First, Fang Zhao really had the ability, and it wasn't just limited to composing music. Other than being a composer, he was also a department manager at Silver Wing Media. At Silver Wing, this was already a rather high position. Many people with decades of experience might not be able to climb to such heights, but everyone also knew that Fang Zhao's success couldn't be replicated. It was the type where luck and ability coexisted.
Another reason why this class was so popular was that Fang Zhao had only graduated a little over a year ago. He was not that much older than the students, so it was easier to get close to him. There was not much of a distance between them, and it was convenient to solve academic problems. It was also convenient to get close to him. Who knew, if they had a good relationship, Fang Zhao might be able to help them out?
Therefore, if there was no way to replicate Fang Zhao's success, then all he could do was hug Fang Zhao's thigh tightly.
Many students did not address Fang Zhao as "teacher." Instead, they called him "senior brother." They felt that it was easier to get close to him.
When Wang Tie had disguised himself as a student to investigate Fang Zhao, he had even come to the Qi'an Academy of Music to ask some students about their impressions of Fang Zhao.
"He's nice and rather amiable. Although he doesn't talk much and doesn't laugh often, he's patient enough. What an amiable senior brother."
This was the Fang Zhao that Wang Tie had learned from the mouths of those students. But after finding out the truth, Wang Tie especially wanted to tell those students who kept trying to get close to Fang Zhao: Amiable my a * s! If you guys knew what the other side of him was like, wouldn't you be scared out of your wits?!
After Fang Zhao's class ended, a few students did not leave immediately. Instead, they gathered around to ask Fang Zhao some questions.
"Senior brother, help me take a look at this score. I keep feeling that this part has to be changed, but no matter how I change it, it just doesn't feel right. Here, these are the edited versions. It just doesn't sound right. Senior brother, how do you think this part should be changed?" a fourth-year student asked.
Fang Zhao took a look at the score and said, "Here, try lowering it a bit. Any lower and it's too low. Yes, that's it."
"Eh, it really does seem different."
After one was settled, the person behind him immediately squeezed over. Fang Zhao remembered him. This was a sixth-year student who would be graduating next year. Recently, he had formed a band with two other classmates and was working part-time at a nightclub. Recently, he had been composing music for his graduation. It seemed like he had also encountered some problems.
"Senior Brother, listen to this part. I feel that in order to not repeat the previous parts, and to prevent hearing fatigue, I should add another instrument. I don't intend to use electronic sounds, I want to change to a traditional instrument, but I'm not very good at traditional instrumental music. I've asked many people and tried many different instruments, but I can't get the desired effect." That student had a bitter expression on his face as he scratched his head. He felt like he had lost quite a bit of hair from pondering over this problem for the past two days.
"Which ones have you chosen?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Many. Oh, right, these are the ones I chose. There are more than 20 traditional instrument sounds," that student replied. Actually, he had not tried all of the 20 traditional instrument sounds. He had only bought them as a package when he had downloaded the sound effects.
Fang Zhao knew the student was not speaking the truth when he saw his eyes flicker, but he did not point it out. Instead, he said, "Play these 20 traditional instrument sounds one by one and let me listen to them."
"Ah? Oh. "That student did as he was told.
"Another one, another one, another one, another one... OK, this one."
"This one? I feel that it doesn't match, "that student hurriedly said. That person hurriedly said. He had heard this when he had just downloaded the material for the instrument. It was a trumpet sound, but he immediately ruled it out when he heard it. This kind of old-fashioned tone was too sharp. It was obviously not in line with the style of the song he had composed, "Fallen and Fallen"!
"Don't 'feel.' Try to blend it into your composition. Tell me your thoughts after listening to it," Fang Zhao said.
"O... OK. Then, Senior brother, don't you want to listen to the other ones? I will play them for you. It will be quick and won't take up too much time. One minute will do! "
The student hurriedly played the few instruments he had stored. He really did not think much of the one Fang Zhao had chosen. The trumpet sound was the type he disliked the most.
"How is it?" the student asked expectantly.
"No changes," Fang Zhao said.
"... OK then, I will go back and try it out." The student thanked Fang Zhao helplessly and left.
When Fang Zhao left the classroom, it was already past 6 p.m. He did not let Zuo Yu pick him up today. He had asked Zuo Yu to keep an eye on Wang Tie in the game.
After having a simple dinner in the school's staff cafeteria, Fang Zhao hailed a cab and headed to an entertainment venue that Wayne had suggested: "Space."
"Space" was the name of the nightclub. It was said that it had been opened by a master electrician. Here, electronic music was the main focus.
When Fang Zhao arrived, it was only past 7 p.m. For people with a rich nightlife, it was still very early.
"Sir, is this your first time here? Are you alone? Do you have any requests? "a waiter asked as he led Fang Zhao in.
"Just me. Find a place suitable for listening," Fang Zhao replied.
The waiter stopped in his tracks and looked at Fang Zhao in astonishment. Coming to a nightclub just to listen to music?
"What's wrong?" Fang Zhao saw the waiter stop and looked over suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing, sorry. It's just that, if you are just listening to music, please come this way." The waiter turned and led Fang Zhao over.
Just by looking at Fang Zhao's age, the waiter had thought that Fang Zhao was like other youngsters, going to lively places where they could interact quickly. Who knew that Fang Zhao only wanted to find a place to listen to music? Usually, this kind of person was brokenhearted, had failed in their careers, or had encountered setbacks. But the person in front of him did not seem dejected or dejected. Spending so much money to come to this expensive venue just to listen to a few songs, what was the point?
Fang Zhao did not care about the waiter's strange gaze. A song was playing in his ear. It was a beat slower than the fast-paced electronic music that was trending these days, but the rhythm was still strong. There was even a short rap section in the middle. The style of the song was more casual. The singer had a bass voice, as if he was chatting idly.
Over at the performance hall, under the somewhat murky lighting, young men and women walked around, swaying their bodies to the rhythm. When they brushed past each other, they exchanged glances and gave each other a tacit smile. The flamboyance and wanton of youth brought with it a sense of indulgence and extravagance.
At this moment, Fang Zhao really felt: What a huge generation gap!
However, Fang Zhao was a person who dared to put his ideas into practice. In order to create a style that was more acceptable to the younger generation of the New Era, he was willing to change a little.
Or should he do as Wayne suggested and learn to be a little more lively, passionate, and flamboyant?
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