Chicago 1990

Chapter 58 Showdown

The next day, after saying goodbye to Mira Yiyi, Song Ya took Al back to Chicago.

Before coming here, he had vowed that if he could sing, he would sing it himself, but now he finally got a love song for a man, but it made him feel a little embarrassed.

Nothing else, the voice of the original singer is too much like MJ (Michael Jackson), especially when he first opened his voice, if it weren't for the face of the original singer, Song Ya almost thought that he had inspired an old MJ song, the style of the song Even earlier than this era. The only bright spot is the electronic accompaniment, which sounds very retro, but the technology is new, which is amazing.

"Imitating MJ in this day and age...emmm...would it be ugly to die?"

He struggled for a long time on the plane, and he even thought about whether to submit the lyrics to MJ or not.

Later, I gave up my idea. MJ was too popular, unprecedentedly popular, and globally popular. I was chatting with Mira's manager before, and the two of them inevitably talked about MJ. According to the other party, even Motura, the president of Columbia Records whom he met at the home court of the Detroit Pistons last time, had to make an appointment in advance if he wanted to see his own MJ.

Although it is difficult to tell the truth of the various rumors about MJ, since the other party is a senior executive of William Morris, the information he has learned must be reliable. And he also said that MJ has already begun to try his best to reduce the number of tracks for next year's new album, and he has had a very unpleasant fight with several well-known composers because of this matter, his song...

The line I Feel It Coming has been sung countless times...

"Damn it, a man nails every mouthful! There's no reason to go back on what you said!"

He made up his mind to record this song and sing it himself! Produce their own! No matter how difficult it is to complete it.

After getting off the plane, he hung up on Hayden and briefly explained his initial thoughts.

"Didn't you just date Mira? Don't give her new songs?" Hayden questioned on the other end of the phone.

Song Ya explained: "This is a man's song, you will understand when you see the lyrics."

"The lyrics... Just change it, Mira is missing a song." Hayden said: "I know that SBK has prepared a special song for Mira, and most of them are girls' songs with guitar accompaniment. The melody is simple and catchy, but nothing new."

"What's the matter with you? Whose agent are you?"

Song Ya felt vigilant, "Why do I hear you think more about Mira?"

"Uh...sorry, I just...wanted to finish Mira's album as soon as possible."

Hayden quickly apologized, "I was thinking that you like her so much..."

"Come on! I know you have interests in Mira. If you want to make a choice, I can give you a choice now." Song Yasuo said bluntly, anyway, he only signed a one-year agency contract with Hayden before. , Big deal kicked him away.

"No, no, no, where are you thinking?" Hayden hesitated, "Well, if you have any ideas, I will do my best."

That's about the same, Song Ya confessed: "OK, to put it simply, I have a new song, and then I want to be the producer myself, and find SBK or other major record companies to be responsible for the release. Currently there is only one single, and the album plan is undecided , I want you to find as many publishers as possible and negotiate the best terms. Of course, given our relationship with Daniel, SBK is the priority..."

Hayden was silent for a while, "Okay, I'm in New York, and I'll go and ask around for you right away."

"Do your best, Hayden."

"Of course, of course, don't worry."

Two nights later, he waited for Hayden's reply.

"SBK said that they can help you produce this song. In order to clarify the ownership relationship, you have to pay the recording studio rental fee during the production process, which is nominal. In terms of publicity, you know Daniel's skills very well, so I don't need to say more.

However, Daniel wants to sign a betting agreement with you. After the release of the first single, you must produce a debut album with more than ten songs within one year. He is worried that this is just a play on the spur of the moment. If you release the single for you and you delay in releasing the album, he will not be able to account for the losses caused to SBK. "

Daniel's conditions made Song Ya feel pressured. This gambling agreement can be said to be right in his life. How dare he sign the agreement to release the album within one year just by waiting for the world to drop the plug-in songs? Deviate from your original intention.

"What about the other companies?" he asked.

"SBK's conditions are the best. In addition, there are two other companies that offer good conditions. One is Atlantic Records under Warner Records. President Doug Morris is willing to provide production help. You are also required to sign a special contract, but the conditions are a bit harsher than Daniel’s. But his family has the advantage that it is not as 'white' as SBK, and its support for African-American singers is much stronger than SBK, whether it is the soul music era or the rhythm and blues era. , they provided opportunities for a large number of African-American singers."

"Then we saw Motura from Columbia Records. He doesn't ask you to make a debut, but he won't provide any production help. He needs to see the finished product first, at least a semi-finished product. If your single If the requirements can be met, he promises to help publicize according to the resources of second-tier singers."

Song Ya thought about it for a while, and felt that Columbia's conditions were acceptable. Anyway, the production step would have to be done sooner or later, but the ten-song album might not be released within a year, "You have to use Columbia's conditions to talk to Daniel talk?"

"APLUS..."

Hayden persuaded: "Daniel is not bad to us, if you use Columbia to lower the price...you know, he and Motura have always been at odds."

"Oh yes, I forgot about this." Song Ya scratched her head, remembering what Daniel and Motura said when they attacked each other.

"In short, the conditions can be negotiated slowly. You can make a demo for me first, otherwise I won't be able to talk about anything." Hayden finally said.

"Okay..." Song Ya hung up the phone.

At this time, the door control buzzer rang, and he pressed it, and Pablo's voice came over, "APLUS, I want to talk to you, is it convenient?"

Song Ya opened the downstairs door for him, and Pablo appeared at the door a minute later.

"You little bastard!"

He entered the door in a hurry, and sat down on the sofa, "You obviously have a new song, why did you lie to me?" He pointed at Song Ya with his finger, "In Nancheng, we never lie to our own people!"

Song Ya was stunned, the news leaked? It's only been two days, and besides Hayden himself, he didn't tell anyone, even Old Joe kept it a secret, "Hey, watch your attitude, Pablo." But Pablo's way of acting made him uncomfortable.

"To cooperate with Lowry, you can ask for any conditions." Pablo still had the same goal.

"I made it clear..."

Song Ya felt that he had to have a showdown with this bird man. He stepped forward a few steps, took off the beakless camel that Pablo was putting on the cigarette holder, and threw it into the trash can, "I'm sorry, smoking is prohibited in my house, let me make it clear , you said you were in Nancheng, so let’s talk about Nancheng first..."

He sat across from Pablo, "Whether it's the loyalty of the Chinese, or the brotherhood of the blacks, or even the Italians, Mexicans... there is no gang of any ethnicity that has no morals at all, Pablo! Don't be old. Fool me with Nancheng Nancheng, I am also my own person, my song has made a lot of money for you and little Lori, and the same is true for Old Joe and the big brother. Whether it is business or morality, I don’t owe you anything, let me say it again , I don't owe you guys anything. You want to play the gang thing, so..."

He pushed the phone in front of Pablo, "You can call the boss's number as you like, and we will let him decide."

Seeing that Pablo was unmoved, he picked up the microphone, "You don't want to call, do you? I will."

"Hey!" Pablo quickly pressed his dialing hand.

The two stopped their movements and looked at each other. After a few seconds, "Okay, let's forget about it, kid, let's..." Pablo stood up and wanted to say a few harsh words.

Al had already rushed out of Tony's room, standing straight in front of Pablo, face to face, chest to chest, eyes as ferocious as a hyena.

Pablo gritted his teeth and went out silently.

"I'll do what you said just now." Al said.

Song Ya shook his head. He sat on the spot and pondered for a while. Hayden would not leak the news to Pablo, so he could only get the news from the record company that Hayden visited. The contacted record companies overlapped, so it must have been leaked to him by a certain record company.

Pablo can get the news so quickly, so he can't delay any longer. Now that he has strengthened his determination to produce his own singing, it's time to show his cards and give a clear signal to the outside world. different.

He called Old Joe, "Hey, boss, I have something to talk to you..."

After making an appointment with Old Joe at a strange place, Song Ya asked Al to drive him there.

Inside a large warehouse, it was divided into many small warehouses. The interior was very dark, with only the silver light of metallic paint shining from the rolling shutter doors.

"Old Joe wouldn't have done me here, would he? It looks like it's easy to dispose of corpses here..."

Song Ya looked at the weird atmosphere inside and was a little afraid to go in.

"Hey, APLUS!"

Fortunately, a black extended Lincoln slowly stopped beside him, and Old Joe walked out from the back seat, feeling very good.

"Wow, this is a good car." Song Ya looked at the exaggerated length of the car in front of her, and quickly complimented her.

"I'll regret it after buying it." Old Qiao said pretendingly.

"Too expensive?"

"No, it's not interesting, I heard Madonna's has a bathtub in it! What about mine? Nothing."

"..."

Song Ya was speechless.

"Am I going to lose you?" Old Qiao asked suddenly.

"how come?"

Old Qiao stared at Song Ya for a few seconds, "I really want to lose you." He smiled and took out a key from his pocket, threw it into Song Ya's hand, then got into the car by himself, lengthened Lincoln and drove away slowly .

Song Ya opened a warehouse according to the number on the key. It was full of equipment replaced by Lao Qiao's music, such as mixers, microphones, synthesizers, stereos, record players, samplers... piled full.

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