Chapter 13 Old Joe

Unlike the music company that Song Ya imagined was located at the cutting edge of fashion, a narrow and thick iron door tightly guarded Old Qiao Music. It seemed that there was no doorbell. AK stepped forward and slapped vigorously, and the iron door sounded dull bang bang.

"Go get some pizza."

Pablo took out a stack of money from his pocket, took out a few and handed them to Muffler, "Bring something to drink." He pointed to an intersection, "There are two traffic lights."

The 'Muffler' silently took the money and drove. At this time, the strip-shaped peep hole on the iron door flashed, and then a black villain with tattoos all over his face lazily pushed the door open.

"Take it easy, Carl."

Pablo complained. Behind the door was the same narrow staircase, and he walked first.

Karl and the people who entered the door bumped fists one by one, "My brother Alex, you can also call him APLUS." Tony introduced Song Ya to him, Karl nodded, and the two of them knew each other by bumping fists again.

"It seems to be a stuffy jar like the 'Muffler'."

Song Ya muttered in her heart, and her attention was quickly attracted by the photos on both sides of the stairs. The frames of the photos were exquisite, and the portraits of various characters, no matter in black and white or in color, most of them had obvious clothes of the 1950s, 1960s or even earlier and photography style. Of course, they were all black, and Old Joe appeared most frequently, some in his youth and some in his middle age. It seemed that he was a well-known singer before.

"this is me."

Old Morgan pointed to one of them proudly, "Look, what a handsome guy."

The young man in the photo is indeed in full bloom, clutching his golden saxophone to his chest, smiling brightly with his white teeth showing.

"Unfortunately, the era of old jazz is over..." Old Morgan hugged the saxophone case tightly in his hands, but the slight sentimentality lasted only for a while, "Damn rock, damn disco, damn rhythm and blues... "The gray-haired old man suddenly turned into an angry boy and cursed, blaming his personal failure on the historical process, "Damn Kelly Kim!" In the end, even his colleagues refused to let go.

The second floor is much more spacious. There are two posters taller than people hanging in the foyer. One is Song Ya's impressive old Joe. He stands in the middle with his arms open, and four black aunts are hugged by him. They are all the bucket figure of Aunt Susie, and Song Ya doesn't know any of them. The other one is Little Lowry and Al. In the visual center, Little Lowry is carrying a guitar on his shoulders, holding a microphone stand with both hands, looking straight at the camera and playing coolly. It looks like a rock star. Al on the side can only lean over , with a microphone in one hand and a hip-hop gesture with the other.

"It seems that Little Lowry is the top brand of this company."

Song Ya has a clear judgment on the strength of "Old Qiao Music". Maybe it was brilliant before, but it is definitely not popular now.

"Call Al and tell him to come over."

Pablo snapped his fingers again, pointing to the landline in the front desk, "As fast as possible."

AK reaches for the phone dial from the empty front desk.

Pablo continued to move forward, and stopped in front of a door with a sign in the recording. He first put his ear against the door and listened for a few seconds, then twisted the handle and pushed it open vigorously.

Immediately, a woman's scream came from inside.

"Put up your pants and get out!" Pablo didn't care, and went in to chase people away.

There was a chatter in the dark room, and then a shirtless black guy wrapped his female partner's upper body in a coat and slipped out with his head down.

Tony laughed and shouted outside, not forgetting to introduce Song Ya to each other, "This is my brother, Alex, you can also call him APLUS. Alex, this is Eric, our tuner. "

"FXXXYOU, Tony." Eric cursed in a low voice, and the female companion next to him gave Tony a middle finger.

"Come in! Come in!"

This is a standard recording studio with a control room outside.

There are mixing desks, chairs, sofas and some miscellaneous equipment. The small room inside is the recording studio, and the two sides can see each other through thick glass.

Pablo turned on all the lights, "Get to work! Hurry up" and pushed open the door of the recording studio, letting old Morgan and little Lowry in, "Score!" He snapped his fingers at Song Ya.

Song Ya took out the scores from her bag and walked into the recording studio, and put them on the music stands in front of Old Morgan and Little Lowry respectively.

Little Lowry was still angry, and didn't say a word, and didn't even make eye contact with Song Ya.

Old Morgan took out his reading glasses, put them on, and began to drive the saxophone slowly.

"Come out and speak here." Pablo's order came from the loudspeaker.

Song Ya hurried out and closed the studio door.

"Click here if you have any comments, but don't interrupt them easily."

Pablo pointed to the call button as a demonstration, "Start when you are ready." He pressed it and said into the microphone.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'm old, not like you young people..." Old Morgan's complaints came out through the monitor.

"Where's Eric?" Pablo looked back.

"Didn't you tell him to get out?" Tony was puzzled.

"Go and get him back, he is indispensable here." Pablo left in a hurry after finishing everything.

Song Ya was the only one left in the control room. He sat in front of the mixer and took a closer look at the place. Besides the mixer, there were many other equipment that he was not famous for. The walls were covered with sound-absorbing materials, which looked very Look professional. Of course, except for the long sofa behind it, it was in a mess, and there was still a smell of sweat floating in the air, which showed the intensity of the battle just now.

The saxophone accompaniment of this song in the second-hand store is mostly mechanical repetition. Old Morgan followed the score and tried a few passages, "WTH..." He put down the saxophone and cursed: "Which idiot wrote this pile of rubbish?"

"It's me." Song Ya was embarrassed, and answered honestly, remembering that she forgot to press the call button, "Uh...it's me." I had to repeat it.

"I really don't understand the kid making music now. Can what you write be popular?" Old Morgan continued to complain, and then asked little Lowry next to him, "Do you think it will be popular? Singing these things, huh?"

It made Little Lowry laugh, "I don't know." He replied.

"Hey, children nowadays... I really can't understand it more and more... Do you know? When I was the same age as you..."

Old Morgan chattered endlessly, and little Lowry also looked happy and passive at work. Song Ya knew that he couldn't command them, and he didn't bother to offend others. Fortunately, it didn't take long, and Pablo pushed the door in with Old Joe.

Old Joe was still wearing the pink suit that day, "Morgan!" He pressed the call button and cursed: "Do you believe I came in and tore up your old mouth and threw it into Lake Michigan to feed the fish!?"

It's still the powerful subwoofer, and even its appearance is not too different from the old man in the pink suit in the second-hand store MV in "Apocalypse Plug". When Song Ya saw him, he wanted to laugh a little.

"APLUS, right?" Old Joe taught Morgan to be honest, and turned around and extended his hand, "Get to know me, I'm the boss of this company, Joe, you can call me Old Joe, but I prefer to be called BOSS."

"Hello, BOSS." After Song Ya shook hands with him, the music played inside, and he took the initiative to step behind.

Morgan played the saxophone, Lowry Jr. sang the djembe, and the two played the song honestly, and the effect was much better than that when Song Ya and Lowry Jr. cooperated.

"Um……"

Old Qiao pursed his lips in noncommittal, "Let's do it again." He pressed the call button.

While Old Joe and Pablo listened to it for the second time, Song Ya's mind turned rapidly, and Tony asked himself to flatter Pablo more, but judging from the communication with Pablo in the car just now, he It conflicts with his interests. He is Little Lowry's manager, and he intends to let him "give up" the lyrics to Little Lowry. If he wants to change his mind, it may not be possible to rely solely on flattery. Even if Pablo becomes his agent in the future and he and Lowry have a conflict of interest, it is still unknown how he will choose.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask Pablo to be your agent.

But the old Joe and Pablo in front of him are completely different. As long as the record can sell well, the old Joe as the owner of the music company must have the same interests as himself...

Act if you want to understand, after the second pass, "Uh, boss." Song Ya attracted Old Qiao's attention, "It's like this, the inspiration for my song was the day when the MV for Little Lowry was shot... "

"Yeah, I heard, it's a second-hand store." Old Qiao replied casually.

"More than that, part of the inspiration comes from you, boss." Song Ya continued, "I wrote the chorus part for you. I like your bass very much."

"Me?" Old Joe was surprised.

"Yes, why don't you try it?" Song Yachao made a gesture of invitation to the recording studio.

"Try?" Old Joe and Pablo exchanged glances.

Pablo pouted and nodded.

"Just try it." Old Qiao pushed open the door of the recording studio and walked in.

After he briefly brewed with the score, he started the third time.

I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty in my pocket

I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up

this is FXXXing awesome!

As soon as a few lyrics were spoken, Song Ya noticed that Pablo leaned forward and his eyes lit up.