Chicago 1990

Chapter 65: People speak lightly

   "So, you intend to make the sound clearer and more penetrating, but you also want to give the listener a far-end feeling in certain parts?"

   Walter’s small office, he led his men to discuss technical issues with Song Ya, a Columbia Records lawyer and Hayden sat in the other corner, chatting quietly.

   "Probably so, how do you describe it? Hmm...like...like there is a mist between me and the audience, you know what I mean?"

   Song Ya tried his best to accurately describe the feelings of the original song.

   "I understand, I understand." Walter glanced at the sound mixer beside him.

   "Try it with the iron cage first." Mixing Daniel shrugged.

   "Help me look up Miss Kelly's itinerary." Walter immediately picked up the phone and said.

   ‘Zizi...’ The fax machine in the room started working, and contracts were spat out.

Song Ya took it from Al, and looked through it carefully. The contract that Goodman reviewed has been revised in many places, most of which are minor details, but there is a sentence in "The first single and all the songs created before the release of the first album" His'creation' was changed to a'lead singer', which greatly reduced the scope of his responsibility.

   "No, why didn't I notice this before? Fortunately there is Goodman, otherwise I won't be able to write songs to other record companies before the release of the first album..."

   He glanced at the opposing lawyer who was walking towards him and handed him the contract.

   "Not bad."

   After reading the revised version, the lawyer did not have the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, and flicked the contract with his finger, "Yes, I will press this to print out the official text."

   Waiting for him to leave the room, the phone rang again, Walter answered and said to Song Ya: "It just so happens that the iron cage has three days of free time, and Kylie went to promote it."

   "Wow, so I will use Mariah Carey's studio, right?"

Song Ya heard what Walter meant. Four of Mariah Carey’s first singles have the momentum to win the billboard chart in turn. She is currently the fastest rising female singer in the whole meter and is also recognized as DIVA. Successor, think about the first time I met her in Detroit, the other person was still a newcomer, and it was only a few months...

  Sony Columbia is so highly praised, and the ambiguous relationship with the president Motura, the recording studio she uses is undoubtedly the world's top.

   "There are only three days, you have to hurry up, it's better to start tonight." Walter reminded.

   "Thank you anyway, Walter."

The two sides also communicated many technical issues, mainly at the request of Song Yati. The other side's big cow outlined the way to achieve it. After a few hours passed without knowing it, the lawyer sent the text of the contract with Motula signed on it .

   "So Motura is in this building..."

   It seems that he is still a small character for Motura, Song Ya carefully checked all the text again before signing the name on it.

The first album with no deadline is considered to be sold to Colombia. For the first single of Ifeelitcoming, the producer A+ Records and Song Ya, the songwriter, singer and producer, can get a total of 70%, and the publisher Sony Columbia Records scores 30%, which is a standard distribution contract. Of course, Song Ya also has to pay for the temporary help of Walt's great men, as well as the rental fee for borrowing Sony Columbia Records equipment, and some other miscellaneous costs.

   "Happy cooperation." Everyone shook hands in greeting.

   "Is this what people say lightly?" Hayden smiled with Song Ya privately.

   "Maybe Sony Columbia has a different definition of people's humility." Song Ya also smiled.

   At night, Song Ya stood at the recording studio code-named "Iron Cage"...below.

   He walked into a large old-style fence elevator. It was not that Sony Columbia could not afford to replace it with a new elevator, but he deliberately made it into an old-style model, just to conform to the overall style of the "iron cage" and spare no expense.

Taken to the upper floor by the elevator, it really deserves the name of the iron cage. The semi-circular recording studio is very small, and you have a feeling of being locked in a cage when you stand in it. According to Walt, this is according to Mariah Carey. The sound characteristics are designed.

  Because of its small size, apart from the microphone, there is only a long table behind the glass facing the control room outside, with some small objects on it, nothing else.

   Song Ya picked up a calendar beside the white porcelain cup. In addition to the handwritten itinerary, it also contained some self-encouraging capital words.

   "Don't touch any of Miss Kelly's personal items APLUS!" Walter warned outside.

   "Uh, good." Song Ya put down the calendar.

The outside control room with imitation wood light yellow as the main color is very large. The sofa against the wall has no sense of existence. The whole room is filled with various equipment on the side of the recording studio, except for some top brands that can be called. Many of them are simply bare metal cabinets with their respective name tags, some of which are equipment that has not been publicly listed by various companies, and some are simply made by the Sony Columbia technical team.

   The big cows adjusted the equipment, "Let's start." Walter ordered.

   Song Ya opened his voice and recorded a short section.

   went out to the control room, put on the earphones and listened. It was really different. The proper echo design of the iron cage gave the finished product an overwhelming sound pressure effect.

   "Then we follow the previous idea..." The mixer over there played another preliminary post-processing version.

   "Wow..." Song Ya found that the misty feeling in the original song reappeared.

   Song Ya made a few comments, went in and recorded again, and then came out to brainstorm with Walter and the others, and then revise it... Gradually, the big cows who completed the task gradually finished their work, and there were fewer and fewer people in the control room.

   "That's it." Walter glanced at Dile, who was wrapped in the door behind his back, "You can record like this if you are satisfied."

   Song Ya looked at the clock on the wall and pointed to five o’clock in the morning, “I’m very satisfied, thanks, Walter.”

  Hua Te Paipai is lying on the back of the left-behind staff who has fallen asleep in front of the mixing console~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ask him if there is any problem with the operation of the equipment, three days, remember, only three days. "

"I know."

   Song Ya sent him out, came back and said to Dile: "Let's continue."

   "Can you still hold it?" Dile put the bag next to Al who was lying on the sofa and snoring.

   "I am sixteen years old Dilai." Song Ya smiled and pressed the pager and ordered some food and coffee. "You just heard it, we only have three days."

   Three days later, Song Ya, who had only slept for a few hours, finally got the version he wanted. After sleeping soundly on the sofa, Dile would take all the master tapes for the final mixing and editing.

   I don't know how long I slept, and in a daze, he heard the quarrel between Al and a woman outside the door.

   "This is my recording studio! I want to go in!"

   "I don't care what APLUS it is! No one is allowed to use my recording studio!"

   "I don't care, Idon’tknowhim!"

   The door was pushed open, Song Ya saw Mariah Carey, who was usually dressed in the house, coming in angrily, Walter followed behind with an embarrassed expression, "Three days..." He pointed to the watch on his wrist.

   "Damn it, I overslept." Song Ya got up annoyed, somehow, seeing Mariah Carey's angry look and laughed uncontrollably.

"It's you! You laugh again!" Mariah Carey recognized him and was almost crying. She rushed forward and slapped Song Ya with her hand like a fly, "You laugh at me again! You laugh at me again! No laugh!"

   "I apologize, I apologize! I don't laugh anymore..." Song Ya grinned and rolled up her things indiscriminately, and she was kicked out of the door.

   The door was closed again, "Tommy! Walter..." She had dialed the phone and started to file a complaint.

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