Seven hundred and seventieth chapters lack of empathy
It is obvious that it is impossible to write any amazing works if you give a temporary test.
Ye Weiyang never thought that Zhou Huan could write awesome works in just one morning.
He actually just treats this as an ordinary assessment.
How to teach people to create songs is a very abstract concept.
Zhou Huan is not an outsider who knows nothing about creation. He is now studying in the Popular Singing Department at the Cantonese Conservatory of Music and is also considered an insider.
So if Ye Weiyang thinks about it and teaches him in a targeted manner, the best way is to find out the shortcomings based on Zhou Huan's creations and then teach them.
He asked Zhou Huan to create the topic just to have a sample for teaching.
Even the questions he has put forward are particularly prepared!
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In the afternoon, after eating the lunch box purchased by the program team, Ye Weiyang put his hands behind his back and slowly pushed open the door of the practice room.
"How is it, have you written it?"
Zhou Huan, who was busy drying the lunch box, raised his head in panic, quickly swallowed the rice in his mouth, picked up a few pieces of draft paper placed beside him and handed it to Ye Weiyang.
"Teacher Ye, this is a superficial work I created this morning. Please comment."
Ye Weiyang nodded, took the draft paper, and while looking, he said, "I'll take a look first, you can continue to eat, and you will have the energy to continue learning after you are full."
He sat next to the electric piano with the draft paper. Ye Weiyang directly followed the melody created by Zhou Huan and started playing it.
The teacher has come, Zhou Huan has no idea what to do with him.
He stuffed the remaining few bites of rice into his mouth, swallowed it in big mouthfuls, threw the lunch box into the trash can in the corner, walked behind Ye Weiyang happily, standing obediently, looking as if waiting for the teacher's education.
“do xi xi do sol Fa do…”
Ye Weiyang was groping on the piano, trying to play the melody written by Zhou Huan.
While playing, he was also reading the lyrics written by Zhou Huan again.
At first, his expression was quite kind, but as the melody deepened, Ye Weiyang's expression gradually became dull and even frowned slightly.
How to say it.
Maybe the time given is too short.
It may also be that Zhou Huan, as a student who has not yet left school, may not have enough experience.
The song he wrote in a whole morning can only be said to be ordinary and even a bit bad.
Compared to the songs written by ordinary experienced musicians, they may be even worse.
The melody is not very stunning. Although it is not very stunning, it is a lyrical song that is normal. If you talk about the shortcomings, there are no shortcomings. At most, it is a little more ordinary.
But the lyrics he wrote have so many problems.
"Your word is written..."
After organizing the language in his mind, Ye Weiyang said bluntly: "It can't be said to be wonderful, at least it's ordinary."
"As a lyrical song, it is definitely unqualified."
Zhou Huan's already fair face turned paler even more suddenly.
He was not very good at writing lyrics. The songs he sang during auditions before were written by one of his classmates, not by him.
In addition, when writing the proposition suddenly happened, Zhou Huan did not make any preparations in advance, and he was even more at a very high level and had only time to play five or six points.
Valley
Now that Ye Weiyang pointed it out so bluntly, he was a little nervous and worried.
Teacher Ye won’t look down on him anymore, right?
Zhou Huan murmured for a few times and said with difficulty: "Teacher Ye...I..."
Before he could explain, Ye Weiyang raised his hand and interrupted him: "Don't be nervous, it's normal for the writing to be unqualified. If you do everything well, what else can I teach?"
Ye Weiyang smiled relaxedly and shook the draft paper on his hand: "Let you write a song temporarily to train your creative ability and guide you on your shortcomings."
"From this song, I can probably see that you are relatively good at writing melodies and are relatively weak in lyrics creation."
“Take this song for example.”
"According to the title I gave you, this should be a song that expresses your inner emotions, but you wrote it into a narrative essay."
"In the main song, you are completely from the perspective of a third person, and you are writing that the protagonist mostly likes a girl."
"This sentence "If God can give me a chance, I am willing to turn into spring mud to protect flowers." To be honest, it is really awkward to write, it is really empty."
"The most important thing about lyrical songs is to resonate with the audience, and this resonance cannot be produced by some strange metaphors and exaggerated rhetoric."
"When we write songs, we need to devote our true feelings to the lines."
"Of course, this requires the creator to understand this emotion himself before it can be transformed into real words."
Ye Weiyang looked up and down at Zhou Huan for a few times, and said with a teasing voice: "You probably haven't experienced this kind of love and can't lick the goddess's feeling, so you can't write the essence."
"However, the old saying goes, I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs run. In normal TV series, movies, and novels, so many stories that cannot be loved can be turned into sources of inspiration for creation."
"If every musician is like you and cannot write anything you have never experienced, then how can there be so many sad songs in the music industry?"
"It is impossible for every musician to have scored dozens of hands in his life and be green five or six times before he can write so many love songs, right?"
Ye Weiyang's vivid evaluation not only relieved Zhou Huan's tension, but also made him laugh a little and almost laughed.
The words are rough but not rough.
Although many of the fine love songs in the circle are indeed written by some musicians based on their true emotional experiences.
But not every love song has real deeds to follow.
Most love songs are actually love fantasized by the creator.
Every musician is actually very imaginative. The so-called "inspiration" is actually just a sudden thought of a very touching or outstanding story plot, and then turns it into lyrics.
As for literary creation, most of them are fantasy.
The lyrics of Zhou Huan are not well written, but the difference is that they lack imagination.
In addition, there is another disadvantage, which is that its ability to empathize is average.
People with strong empathy ability may not be a good lyricist, but people with poor empathy ability may not be a good lyricist.
Because only people with strong empathy are likely to find many unusual stories in their ordinary lives and create them into lyrics.
Not everyone's life is full of ups and downs, and every day can be paved with epics and thrilling.
But there is absolutely no shortage of ups and downs around everyone.
A classmate’s ups and downs, some touching stories on the Internet, and the sensational deeds that have been famous in history in books...
These are the sources of music creation, and only people with strong empathy can discover and utilize these things and turn them into lyrics of a line of action people in their writing.
Chapter completed!