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(R.I.P. Mista Dre)
渣翻:
我永远也忘不了那个时代。那是90年代的中期(准确地讲,1996年),我和Mista Dre通过一个共同的朋友认识了。他是一名理发师,而我则是联合太平洋铁路公司的一名金融分析师。每周的理发最终使我们开始讨论音乐方面的话题。令人惊讶的是,他可以唱歌。不只是唱歌,而是唱歌!(这一句不知道啥意思)而我自幼就开始打鼓,希望从事音乐行业。 没过多久,我们俩就开始使用当时最新的数字测序技术了 。在我们第一次见面后的那几个月里,我们就开始用我们的朋友Luck Brown(a.k.a Red Eye)的Fostex digital 8 track recorder制作“To Whom It May Concern”的核心曲轨。
我们没怎么纠结于如何做音乐。Dre做和弦,我敲出鼓点。我们感觉良好。在这周快要结束时,我们在数字时代录音公司(Digital Age Recordings)预约了一段时间录音,那里是上世纪90年代中期内布拉斯加州奥马哈为数不多的专业工具工作室之一。
在我们的第一首歌To Whom It May Concern完成的同时,奥马哈市正在开发一个全新的社区广播电台。当我们反应过来的时候,收音机里已经开始播放我们的歌了。我永远不会忘记那种感觉——那种当别人开车经过埃姆斯大道或第30街时,听到我们的音乐在他们的车里奏响的感觉。一天,Mista Dre开车来到我的公寓,猛地推开门,跑到我的住处,欢呼着:“电台在放我们的歌,电台在放我们的歌!”就跟电影The Five Heartbeats里的场面一样。
1996年没有Youtube,Facebook和Soundcloud这样的网站。能够让自己的歌在当地的广播电台被播放,受到一点欢迎,对我们来说就已经算是相当幸运的事情了。
时间快进到2014年,这首歌,就像我参与制作过的很多音乐一样,成为了一段甜蜜的回忆。某日,我在谷歌上随机搜索时发现了一家依旧在播放我们的歌的,来自俄罗斯的音乐公司。从1996年内布拉斯加州的奥马哈到现在,谁想得到呢?我甚至都没抱怨他们在版权上的各种问题(至少现在还没) ;-)
这首歌以及我与Mista Dre的合作是我继续我音乐之旅的重要动力。他已经不再参加人生这场马拉松了。但是,他永远不会被遗忘。
请像这样纪念那些经常被遗忘的伟大。Mista Dre万岁!独立音乐万岁!
原文:
I'll never forget the era. It was the mid-90s (1996 to be exact). Me and Dre met through a mutual friend. He was a barber and I was a rookie Financial Analyst with Union Pacific Railroad. The weekly haircuts eventually turned to discussions about music. Low and behold, Dre could sang. Not sing, but SANG!. And, I grew up playing the drums and dreaming of a life in music. It didn't take long before the two of us were utilizing the new, digital sequencing technologies of the day. Within months of our initial meeting, we were laying down the core tracks for 'To Whom It May Concern' on our buddy's, Luck Brown (a.k.a Red Eye), Fostex digital 8 track recorder. We did not think much of it. Dre played the chords, I laid the drum tracks. It felt good. By the end of the week, we booked a session at Digital Age Recordings, one of the few Pro Tools studios in Omaha, Nebraska in the mid 90s. The completion of our first single, To Whom It May Concern, coincided with the development of a brand new, community-based radio station in Omaha. The next thing we knew, our songs were being played on the radio. I'll never forget that feeling. Hearing our tunes thumping in other peoples' cars as they drove by on Ames Avenue or 30th Street. One day, Dre drove up to my apartment, flung open the door, and ran to my place proclaiming, "Our song is on the radio, our song is on the radio!", not unlike in the movie 'The Five Heartbeats'. We did not have YouTube, Facebook, SoundCloud, etc. in 1996. We felt lucky getting a little local radio play, and a congratulations or two. It's now going on 2014, and this, like so much of the music that I've been a part of, is but a sweet memory. I happened to find it after a random Google search led me to a music distribution company in Russia that is still playing our songs. Who woulda thunk it? All the way from Omaha, Nebraska in 1996. I'm not even complaining about rights. (Not yet, at least...) ;-) This song and my collaborations with Mista Dre have been a big part of the impetus for my journey. He's no longer here to continue the physical marathon. But, he will never be forgotten. Please like this in memory of Greatness that so often goes forgotten. Long live Mista Not sing, but SANGDre. Long live Independent Music!