Chapter 1292： republic
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The verdant buds sprout little by little on the tree branches, breaking free from the frost that wraps the branches in the winter, completely absorbing the nutrients in the air, and the golden sunlight factors are quietly absorbed. Going in, he finally broke through the layers of siege and broke free with a "bang", and then stretched his body proudly. Under the sunlight, the tender buds that were so emerald green that they were about to condense into water were glowing with a halo of sparkling light. is lovely. Green novel m When the green buds are still vying for you and me for the territory on the treetops, suddenly, the earth has been covered with a green tulle, and under the golden sunlight, it is covered with a veil. Layers of oxygen visible to the naked eye: Spring, here it is.
Los Angeles in the early spring is filled with an air of eagerness to move. Whether the downtown area leads directly to Huixue Boulevard on Santa Monica, or the Sunset Boulevard where tourists linger in the daytime and wandering warblers at night, you can see people trying to get rid of the cumbersomeness and irritability of winter, quietly walking from indoors to outdoors; whether Whether it's the star-studded Beverly Hills surrounded by quiet and neat trees, or the Ovira neighborhood full of Mexican heritage with scattered houses, you can see people changing into bright yellow, green, pink and bright purple. Waiting for the huā branches to spread out, the city of angels in early March is colorfully decorated.
When it comes to Los Angeles, people seem to think of Hollywood, which is equivalent to the fact that New York is always put together with Broadway, but in the streets of Los Angeles, not only can you see performance art performers, but also I saw music lovers who were not inferior to New York, carrying guitars and radios in the streets performing music performances.
Los Angeles in the early spring has also faded from the coldness of winter, and the streets followed the speed of green buds and became lively. The figures of performers began to shuttle in the streets and alleys of the red and green city of angels.
There is a place called Venice Beach near the Santa Monica Pier, which imitates the architectural style of Venice, the Italian water city, guides the sea to the street, and then builds three pedestrian streets, with a long coastline and gentle sandy beaches. It has become an attraction. But for those who live in Los Angeles, it's more often referred to as a street performer's paradise, as it's easy to find a dozen different groups of performers here every day. And not far from here, there is a place called Muscle Beach, which belongs to the artists who come to show their muscles.
On Venice Beach, most of them are dominated by one person, and occasionally you can see a "large" performance team of four or five people as a group. During the group performance, a few became you, me and me, which tried to mobilize the enthusiasm of the audience, and even made everyone around them play together, but after the performance, the audience scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only a few coins, and the scene immediately changed. Gotta get lonely. But this is only part of it, more performances don’t even attract the audience, they just exist alone, singing by themselves, the guitar case in front of them is empty, and pedestrians pass by as if they don’t exist.
This is the real life of an artist.
Linkin Park, Evan Bell, Jason Mayez, Magic Red, they all came from this kind of life, and their performances are very lively, but they may not be bought by the audience. Often after the performance is over, I stand alone on the street, watching people come and go. Not everyone can win a chance to get ahead, and more people just continue to be lonely on the street. To be precise, this is the life of a ** musician.
Today's Venice Beach is a little more lively than usual, not only because spring has come, but also because today is a rare sunny day in the past week. play. There are three groups of street performers performing on the pedestrian street. One group has four people standing in the middle of the street, performing acrobatic stunts such as sparring and trapeze. Every wonderful place can always attract twenty or thirty people. Pedestrians who came out for an outing, but then dispersed. The remaining two groups of artists are all singing artists. One of them is sitting alone on the street, playing the guitar alone, and is somewhat leisurely entertaining himself; there is a group of five at the end of the street, playing with no one else. Listening to the music, it looks very deserted.
Strictly speaking, these five people are not playing music, more like they are in a rehearsal. After each song is played, the five people will stop and discuss each other.
This scene was originally in full swing, but because the pedestrians came and went in a hurry, they were stingy even if they stopped for a while, and they seemed a little lonely.
Among the pedestrians walking in and out of the street, there was a slender and well-proportioned man on a skateboard, wearing a pair of graffiti jeans, a tattered and dirty black T-shirt, a wide T-shirt just over the waist, with a lining inside. Wearing a white vest, the vest is obviously an oversized one, and it has grown a lot. A sapphire purple hat and T are put on the outside, and the bright color has become a scene on the spring pedestrian street. At this time, the hat of Hat T was put on, covering a wide-brimmed smoky gray baseball cap, and a black and white checkered turban could be vaguely seen under the hat. The pair of Vance skate shoes with black and white background and red trim on his feet had been covered with some stains. The man stepped on the skateboard skillfully and slid along the pedestrian street of Venice Beach. From time to time, a simple C shape appeared. Sometimes It slows down, and sometimes accelerates suddenly for no reason. At first glance, it looks like a hip-hop teenager wandering the streets, which makes people wonder if the graffiti on the jeans is the trace left by graffiti on the street walls.
Men are not conspicuous in the crowd of outings. Venice Beach is considered a middle-to-low-level living community in Los Angeles, so teenagers walking around on skateboards can be seen everywhere, even if skateboard teenagers play stunts on the street, Not many people will stop and watch.
The man was like a royal purple whirlwind, running around the three pedestrian streets near Venice Beach. When he reached the end of the street parallel to the beach, the man on the skateboard suddenly hit the brakes on the ground, and then I stepped on the tail of the board with my right foot, the skateboard tilted up, and my right hand grabbed the head of the board accurately.
The five people who were having a heated discussion at the end of the street did not seem to realize that there were people watching. After all, this was a public place, and they were performing on the street. It was normal for someone to stand beside them. After about two minutes, they finally realized that something was wrong, because they were not performing, and the people next to them seemed to be too persistent. The guy with the drumsticks patted the fat guy with the microphone in his hand "Hey Ryan, there's someone."
The fat man named Ryan was still thinking seriously, he just said casually, "Isn't the street full of people?" He didn't even plan to turn around, he still held his chin and said, "I don't know what's wrong. , it just doesn't feel right."
Although Fatty Ruian still didn't turn his head, the other people all raised their heads and looked at the man standing next to them. All four of them suddenly showed nervous expressions, embarrassed smiles, and scattered greetings. "Hey," "good afternoon," "good day," and the like shattered in the sea breeze.
The man was very calm, raised his chin, "Good afternoon. What's the matter, why don't you perform? I can come here specifically to watch your performance." Evan-Bell kicked the skateboard with his right foot. It’s not easy to get here.” It’s a 20-minute drive from Westwood to Venice Beach for nine miles, but it seems like a very difficult task to get here on a skateboard. The man was obviously joking, but unfortunately, the people in front of them seemed to be too nervous to comprehend the joke, and there was no sound at all. The man didn't mind, and he continued without any pause, "Aren't you going to satisfy my fan's wish?"
Faced with this sentence, the four of them didn't know how to answer. In the end, the man with the drumstick patted Fatty Ryan again, "Ryan!" Excuse me", the drumstick patted Ryan Fatty's shoulder persistently again "Ryan! Evan is here!"
"So what?" Fatty Ryan went back without caring, still pondering carefully. But Fatty Ryan didn't care, but the remaining four stood in place and were at a loss. It was actually a bit cold on the beach in early spring. After all, the sea breeze was strong, but the four of them were sweating on their foreheads, clearly expressing their nervousness.
The man smiled and took a half-step forward. "Don't worry about him. Let me introduce myself. I'm Evan Bell, a fan of the Republican era. You are Zach Filkins, responsible for guitar and viola; you are German Reuben, on guitar, electric bass, and carillon; you're Eddie Fisher, on drums and percussion, right? You're..."
The man shook hands with the four of them separately But when it came to the last one, he was stumped "Are you like me, came to watch the Republic performance? Because I don't remember the last time at the Rose Bowl saw you."
The last man still had a bow in his hand, and seemed a little overwhelmed, but he still stretched out his right hand, "I'm Brant Cortez, cello and bass.
The man in front of him suddenly realized, "You are the cellist Ryan said last time."
At this time, Fatty Ryan realized that something was wrong, he turned around, saw the man wearing a purple hat and T, hesitated for a long time with his mouth open, and finally just said, "Evan, when did you arrive? "The four people behind all had black lines on their foreheads.
Evan Bell said with a smile, "Just arrived, aren't you just getting to know the new players, Brandt."
This unpopular street performance band in front of us is the era of the Republic.
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The verdant buds sprout little by little on the tree branches, breaking free from the frost that wraps the branches in the winter, completely absorbing the nutrients in the air, and the golden sunlight factors are quietly absorbed. Going in, he finally broke through the layers of siege and broke free with a "bang", and then stretched his body proudly. Under the sunlight, the tender buds that were so emerald green that they were about to condense into water were glowing with a halo of sparkling light. is lovely. Green novel m When the green buds are still vying for you and me for the territory on the treetops, suddenly, the earth has been covered with a green tulle, and under the golden sunlight, it is covered with a veil. Layers of oxygen visible to the naked eye: Spring, here it is.
Los Angeles in the early spring is filled with an air of eagerness to move. Whether the downtown area leads directly to Huixue Boulevard on Santa Monica, or the Sunset Boulevard where tourists linger in the daytime and wandering warblers at night, you can see people trying to get rid of the cumbersomeness and irritability of winter, quietly walking from indoors to outdoors; whether Whether it's the star-studded Beverly Hills surrounded by quiet and neat trees, or the Ovira neighborhood full of Mexican heritage with scattered houses, you can see people changing into bright yellow, green, pink and bright purple. Waiting for the huā branches to spread out, the city of angels in early March is colorfully decorated.
When it comes to Los Angeles, people seem to think of Hollywood, which is equivalent to the fact that New York is always put together with Broadway, but in the streets of Los Angeles, not only can you see performance art performers, but also I saw music lovers who were not inferior to New York, carrying guitars and radios in the streets performing music performances.
Los Angeles in the early spring has also faded from the coldness of winter, and the streets followed the speed of green buds and became lively. The figures of performers began to shuttle in the streets and alleys of the red and green city of angels.
There is a place called Venice Beach near the Santa Monica Pier, which imitates the architectural style of Venice, the Italian water city, guides the sea to the street, and then builds three pedestrian streets, with a long coastline and gentle sandy beaches. It has become an attraction. But for those who live in Los Angeles, it's more often referred to as a street performer's paradise, as it's easy to find a dozen different groups of performers here every day. And not far from here, there is a place called Muscle Beach, which belongs to the artists who come to show their muscles.
On Venice Beach, most of them are dominated by one person, and occasionally you can see a "large" performance team of four or five people as a group. During the group performance, a few became you, me and me, which tried to mobilize the enthusiasm of the audience, and even made everyone around them play together, but after the performance, the audience scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only a few coins, and the scene immediately changed. Gotta get lonely. But this is only part of it, more performances don’t even attract the audience, they just exist alone, singing by themselves, the guitar case in front of them is empty, and pedestrians pass by as if they don’t exist.
This is the real life of an artist.
Linkin Park, Evan Bell, Jason Mayez, Magic Red, they all came from this kind of life, and their performances are very lively, but they may not be bought by the audience. Often after the performance is over, I stand alone on the street, watching people come and go. Not everyone can win a chance to get ahead, and more people just continue to be lonely on the street. To be precise, this is the life of a ** musician.
Today's Venice Beach is a little more lively than usual, not only because spring has come, but also because today is a rare sunny day in the past week. play. There are three groups of street performers performing on the pedestrian street. One group has four people standing in the middle of the street, performing acrobatic stunts such as sparring and trapeze. Every wonderful place can always attract twenty or thirty people. Pedestrians who came out for an outing, but then dispersed. The remaining two groups of artists are all singing artists. One of them is sitting alone on the street, playing the guitar alone, and is somewhat leisurely entertaining himself; there is a group of five at the end of the street, playing with no one else. Listening to the music, it looks very deserted.
Strictly speaking, these five people are not playing music, more like they are in a rehearsal. After each song is played, the five people will stop and discuss each other.
This scene was originally in full swing, but because the pedestrians came and went in a hurry, they were stingy even if they stopped for a while, and they seemed a little lonely.
Among the pedestrians walking in and out of the street, there was a slender and well-proportioned man on a skateboard, wearing a pair of graffiti jeans, a tattered and dirty black T-shirt, a wide T-shirt just over the waist, with a lining inside. Wearing a white vest, the vest is obviously an oversized one, and it has grown a lot. A sapphire purple hat and T are put on the outside, and the bright color has become a scene on the spring pedestrian street. At this time, the hat of Hat T was put on, covering a wide-brimmed smoky gray baseball cap, and a black and white checkered turban could be vaguely seen under the hat. The pair of Vance skate shoes with black and white background and red trim on his feet had been covered with some stains. The man stepped on the skateboard skillfully and slid along the pedestrian street of Venice Beach. From time to time, a simple C shape appeared. Sometimes It slows down, and sometimes accelerates suddenly for no reason. At first glance, it looks like a hip-hop teenager wandering the streets, which makes people wonder if the graffiti on the jeans is the trace left by graffiti on the street walls.
Men are not conspicuous in the crowd of outings. Venice Beach is considered a middle-to-low-level living community in Los Angeles, so teenagers walking around on skateboards can be seen everywhere, even if skateboard teenagers play stunts on the street, Not many people will stop and watch.
The man was like a royal purple whirlwind, running around the three pedestrian streets near Venice Beach. When he reached the end of the street parallel to the beach, the man on the skateboard suddenly hit the brakes on the ground, and then I stepped on the tail of the board with my right foot, the skateboard tilted up, and my right hand grabbed the head of the board accurately.
The five people who were having a heated discussion at the end of the street did not seem to realize that there were people watching. After all, this was a public place, and they were performing on the street. It was normal for someone to stand beside them. After about two minutes, they finally realized that something was wrong, because they were not performing, and the people next to them seemed to be too persistent. The guy with the drumsticks patted the fat guy with the microphone in his hand "Hey Ryan, there's someone."
The fat man named Ryan was still thinking seriously, he just said casually, "Isn't the street full of people?" He didn't even plan to turn around, he still held his chin and said, "I don't know what's wrong. , it just doesn't feel right."
Although Fatty Ruian still didn't turn his head, the other people all raised their heads and looked at the man standing next to them. All four of them suddenly showed nervous expressions, embarrassed smiles, and scattered greetings. "Hey," "good afternoon," "good day," and the like shattered in the sea breeze.
The man was very calm, raised his chin, "Good afternoon. What's the matter, why don't you perform? I can come here specifically to watch your performance." Evan-Bell kicked the skateboard with his right foot. It’s not easy to get here.” It’s a 20-minute drive from Westwood to Venice Beach for nine miles, but it seems like a very difficult task to get here on a skateboard. The man was obviously joking, but unfortunately, the people in front of them seemed to be too nervous to comprehend the joke, and there was no sound at all. The man didn't mind, and he continued without any pause, "Aren't you going to satisfy my fan's wish?"
Faced with this sentence, the four of them didn't know how to answer. In the end, the man with the drumstick patted Fatty Ryan again, "Ryan!" Excuse me", the drumstick patted Ryan Fatty's shoulder persistently again "Ryan! Evan is here!"
"So what?" Fatty Ryan went back without caring, still pondering carefully. But Fatty Ryan didn't care, but the remaining four stood in place and were at a loss. It was actually a bit cold on the beach in early spring. After all, the sea breeze was strong, but the four of them were sweating on their foreheads, clearly expressing their nervousness.
The man smiled and took a half-step forward. "Don't worry about him. Let me introduce myself. I'm Evan Bell, a fan of the Republican era. You are Zach Filkins, responsible for guitar and viola; you are German Reuben, on guitar, electric bass, and carillon; you're Eddie Fisher, on drums and percussion, right? You're..."
The man shook hands with the four of them separately But when it came to the last one, he was stumped "Are you like me, came to watch the Republic performance? Because I don't remember the last time at the Rose Bowl saw you."
The last man still had a bow in his hand, and seemed a little overwhelmed, but he still stretched out his right hand, "I'm Brant Cortez, cello and bass.
The man in front of him suddenly realized, "You are the cellist Ryan said last time."
At this time, Fatty Ryan realized that something was wrong, he turned around, saw the man wearing a purple hat and T, hesitated for a long time with his mouth open, and finally just said, "Evan, when did you arrive? "The four people behind all had black lines on their foreheads.
Evan Bell said with a smile, "Just arrived, aren't you just getting to know the new players, Brandt."
This unpopular street performance band in front of us is the era of the Republic.
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