1973 was born in Huoshan village, western Hubei.
199 1 graduated from Yiling middle school.
199 1 September-1June 995
I live in East China Normal University and study with my classmates.
From August, 1996, I rented a house to play in Beijing.
199865438+signed the contract of Modern Sky Badhead in February. When listening to Hu Mage, I can occasionally hear birds singing. Let me know that it's daytime, maybe afternoon, press the tape recorder, hold the guitar and sing the songs I have written for many years.
This is a farmer renting a house outside a primary school in Beijing. There is silence everywhere. Just a bird raised next door. From time to time, it makes a cry of unwilling loneliness. They accidentally and uncontrollably entered the recording, which made the songs full of unpredictable chirps. Earlier, Hu Mage hoped he couldn't strangle it, but later he got used to it. If he doesn't listen, he won't listen. I listened to Hu Mage's songs in this natural recording atmosphere and imagined how a young man from other provinces lived in Beijing. His songs remind me of the word folk artist again and again, or rather, folk rapper.
China's folk rap art is dead. In the long history, storytelling, pingtan, drum sets, etc. It used to be an extremely important part of China people's culture and entertainment. Ordinary people sit in the village head, grain fields and small market theaters. I heard that scholars tell historical stories. Cover the general trend of the world, if it is long, it will be harmonious, and if it is long, it will be divided; Thirty years listening to Hedong, thirty years listening to Hexi; Talking about the heroes of the past dynasties and the secret history of the court, my face slowly became a little drunk. The people of China are all readers, but history is just a big book, which is usually staged outside of themselves. Changing the dynasty is just a scene, and the turmoil around us is just a scene. The grass people sat and watched the change of heaven and earth, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, as if it had nothing to do with themselves. For the right people, the concept of history is similar to that of drama. You play, he looks, you are in the countryside, and you are out. This is Qu Zhi's own public opinion. Unfortunately, it is indisputable, but at most it is a tear, and then it disappears.
Hu Mage didn't inherit this craft, but his art is very similar to folk rap. First, he observes the world, with the peace of onlookers, without anger, arrogance and emotion. The key is to say things, and when things are over, songs are over. Then there is his singing style. How to listen? How to feel that there is a hand in the piano: the guitar playing method created by myself, and the chords are mixed with the plucking and rhythm of China folk rap; Dialect singing is like some kind of local opera, but no one has ever heard of it. This Hubei native, a descendant of the mountain people in western Hubei, has been riding a bicycle around the street all day since he came to the provincial capital and the capital. The highest record is that he stayed in the car for six hours a day, with a military kettle on his shoulder, which was filled with boiling water that had cooled down the night before. He likes to ride a bike in the street with people, and he is familiar with their lives as well as his own while watching the city where the rushing face flows. He shouldn't be a farmer, but he is still, which is amazing. /kloc-When he was 0/5 years old, Hu Mage left his hometown and went to Yichang Middle School. Then I went to Wuhan and studied at Huazhong Normal University. Four years later, I arrived in Beijing. First, I took a substitute class in a middle school for a year, then I worked in a company, then I ate my girlfriend's relief, and then I concentrated on writing songs.
This is a new category in pop music. As suddenly as Cui Jian. It turns out that the forms and techniques of various types and categories of pop music have been clearly distinguished; This is a folk song, this is jazz, this is rock, this is punk ... Suddenly Hu Mage appears, and he is not these people. His lyrics, lyrics and performances are unexpectedly unparalleled.
There is still a gap between desks/some people face to face or back to back/this is the office/there is a salary-related system table on the wall/everyone will not come too late/if they come in from the outside/they will see our female colleagues/they are full of flowers and feel insufficient/and the light in my place is too dim.
Usually, Hu Mage's songs begin like this.
What's the matter? Yes, there is a problem. There are some things in this familiar scene that we can't understand at the moment, which makes us suddenly feel strange. Yes, just observe its angle. This is the perspective of a farmer who goes to town. He speaks his local dialect and sings in this local dialect. Because of our different identities, Hu Mage saw many things that we couldn't see. This song is called "Transfer to Route 26 at Sidaokou" and has some of the most common scenery. White-collar workers used to sitting in offices have long been unconscious, but they have been explained by him. We find every page of tragicomedy in the city every day, and every page is full of drama and a little humor.
I don't know when I started to be keen on making phone calls/I'm a phone addict now/sometimes I just lie on my desk/take off the receiver, and I'll talk endlessly/just dial a number/if the other party says I'm a girl/if I say I'm Vietnamese, then she will smile and say I'll see you at the gate of Dasong in the evening/I'm very excited/my left eye keeps jumping. I just put down a phone call and another phone call came/it was a girl/she wanted to find Qi Yong/I said that she cried when he was away/I told you whether you were real/she stopped crying/the rats on the roof changed one after another/someone handed in a resignation report/said that she was going to Lanzhou/said that it was only for a bowl of Lamian Noodles there/they kept wishing us the future, although it was vulgar/and then several people squeezed in from the door/me. I still insist on going to work every day/I change my monthly ticket in my pocket/I changed to bus 26 at Sidaokou/. This song ends here. This is not the most amazing. One of Huma's most amazing songs, which is also the most successful one in art, is called "Some Potatoes Go to Town". This song is about the cultural people next door, saying some strange things that they don't understand. I wrote about the big cat on the roof, which is blessed with a balcony and can sleep with the city hukou all day; I wrote about a two-bedroom building on the street, like a new house just built at home. I walked over and waited for a while. The elder sister at the door handed me a piece of toilet paper and said, "Three hairs." . Suddenly, at the end of the song, the author sang emotionally: But my foreign accent! But my foreign accent! This sentence has been sung over and over again for more than forty times, with all kinds of tones and feelings, affectionate, insipid, spontaneous, shouting, confused and questioning, until I choked and hoarse until I fell asleep, and the idea still lingered. At this time, the singer gradually entered the minimum volume and intermittent voice, and then this consciousness entered the bottom of the subconscious.
This technology is very common in Hu Mage. Generally speaking, the chorus part of the song that sublimates emotion and sighs repeatedly is not sublime or lyrical, but parallel to Hu Mage's life. However, it is the most embarrassing, worrying, worrying, worrying, uneasy, unspeakable and inevitable thing in the song. In this way, Hu Mage made the haunting songs linger, improvising various tones, endlessly singing back and forth, vividly and meticulously reproducing various unforgettable situations.
Hu Mage sang five such songs. One is "Don't wear the same clothes when taking photos with people who tend to look alike", which tells the story of a pair of children who live opposite each other, whose parents are very close and look alike. After going out to play, they came back to share photos, but a photo really couldn't tell whether it was me or Xiao Xia, so both sides stared at each other at the same time. Xiao Xia said: Are we related by blood? Xiao Xia said these two words for more than ten times before he found out whether we were related by blood. This burden, repeated here, depicts a dramatic, serious, shocking and difficult-to-export atmosphere.
The other is "Someone patted me on the shoulder from behind", which is about crossing the city in the crowd, turning left with your left hand and turning right with your right hand-of course, you have to go straight ahead to get home-which is like the tone of farmers calling their livestock. At the same time, with exaggerated movements and exaggerated expressions, farmers' playfulness and humor. In the last paragraph, the singer sang: I just can't get up and can't stop. Repeatedly chanting this sentence, subconsciously there is a feeling that when I first entered the city, I was both free and unable to get rid of it, that is, frustrated and helpless, despised and yearning for being trapped gradually, feeling sorry for myself and hating iron not to produce.
The other is de facto marriage. Young, often standing on the side of the road, my heart is racing and my eyes are busy, so I met friends brought by colleagues or friends at a party. One day, we were waiting for the bus by the roadside, and a friend came over with a pregnant friend, smiling at us, gloating in his eyes. Oh, my God, what's going on? Oh, my God, what's going on? What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter? What happened to us in their eyes? China people's unique speculation about the relationship between men and women makes people unable to get rid of it, and their eyes are really unbearable, so what's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong.
Another thing is that the woman next door called me hardworking, brave and kind, and took out an exercise book with many words for me to read, and also played some songs that were not very pleasant to me. He said it was a compliment to us, he said he was us, he also mentioned hypocrisy and spoke ill of some cities. I didn't understand a lot of words, so I had to apologize and say this. I don't know! This is really hard to say! Farmers are embarrassed, embarrassed, at a loss, embarrassed; At the same time, the artistic god of cultural people has also become very embarrassed.
Another is "say something like chopsticks or bowls for the farmer's father to understand". First, bang like cotton with the thickest string: in front of dad's grave, mom and dad are always sad. To tell you the truth, I don't feel anything. In this city, my children will grow up slowly. One day, I took him back to his hometown to see his parents. He doesn't like it or dislike it, as if these people have nothing to do with him. He said, dad, your parents are so old that I have never seen me. How can I have feelings? How can I have feelings? At this time, the six strings began to sing in unison, and the singer gradually raised his voice, from indifference to emotion, and then came to an abrupt end and whispered a word from the village: Oh, I'm sorry, I have no feelings at all! I was shocked. I have never had an indescribable feeling that can be expressed in this way in a photo studio. Yes, Hu Mage is no longer his father's. He is in this city. He is a college student, but there is a secret blood flowing silently in the deepest part of his soul. Although it has experienced the transformation of modern youth, the street taste can still be seen. Generally speaking, he is a topic that many villagers or neighbors talk about after dinner. While studying, playing the piano and singing in Hu Mage, my father was decorating his home in western Hubei at an altitude of 1400 meters. His children were not around, and his grandson was taken away.
Father said: if you don't come back to live, I'll find comfort myself.
Let's talk about the origin of Hu Mage. Yes 1973. My father, similar to Ding Bai, finally saved me after creating my five sisters. The old man naturally goes from heaven to earth, so the only two traditional Chinese characters he knows (Mo and Ge) gave me a name. This Hu Mage is 25 years old. Indeed, he is no longer a farmer, but his distant hometown seems to be more and more clear. He has been singing in his native language, the village dialect in the mountainous area of western Hubei, which has multiplied into a melody and rhythm that can only be found in that place. At the same time, it brings one of the greatest characteristics of art: authenticity. Hu Mage is not that kind of song. When you sing, you will rise, and when you leave, you will leave. Hu Mage is still Hu Mage in the song, and life in the song is still life. You still talk like that, with a little humor, a little cunning, a little happiness and a little sadness. Life is like this.
His music is music that one person can complete, a piano, a few whistles, and his throat is broken, so he sings freely; This also guarantees the truth that there is no modern industrial production, it is handmade, not printed matter. Earlier, I was very surprised by his good recording. I asked if it was recorded with a walkman. Because there is real life in it, there is a real room, and when you listen, it is real, lively, vivid and fluid, unlike the vacuum, filtering, manipulation and virtuality in the recording studio, in short, it is not human; On the other hand, Hu Mage sings on the earth.
This song is miscellaneous, rough, irregular and free. Usually, Hu Mage will find a chord frame first, and then put the staggered lyrics into it. Because the lyrics are not standardized, we almost listen to the sermon and repeat it. They overflow, turn or change with the length of the sentence at will, destroying the structure and really defending a structure, so although they escape obliquely, they have a sense of compactness and structure that does not repeat symmetry. His guitar is different from the existing guitar because he has never studied it carefully. According to his own statement, it has no rules. Perhaps his creative desire is too strong, and he ran boldly before he learned to walk, wholeheartedly trying to make the sound he thought. As a result, his guitar became more like a plucked instrument in China, tapping the piano board and sweeping it with a hook. Normal chords are mixed with China's rhythm, as if two pianos were playing. For Hu Mage, this is not like borrowing money from the people, but something in the blood. All the hometown tunes he remembers are just two songs he learned when he was a child, three or four weddings, and he can't sing. None of his works has a prototype of Chinese opera, but what he inadvertently revealed is that everyone in China feels familiar with it. If you analyze it, it may be like this: the guitar in a de facto marriage is played according to the idea of welcoming gongs and drums that even children know. Knock, knock, knock, knock. The rhythm implied in the unique guitar of Some Potatoes Into the City is: Dang-Lang-Dang Mandy Lang, Dang-Lang-Dang Mandy Lang: In the middle, it quietly becomes a familiar tone for every opera pianist, but at the same time it will feel refreshing: click, click, click, click, click. Two Sichuan chefs in a bar is an example with the same effect, which is not only a folk flavor, but also a representative of tractor driving sound. The singer sings in this voice form: it's a long way to drive a tractor!
It is said that Hu Mage's guitar surprised many experts: How did this happen? This is so unprofessional. I'm also surprised that Hu Mage has such a thorough creation. Indeed, Hu Mage may never be able to play a sharp score with his fingers like a real master, but he has a voice in his heart, which is his own, not a program, and this is by no means something that skillful craftsmen can do. Moreover, from a technical point of view, I think Hu Mage is superb enough, although he has some problems, such as uneven speed, poor fingering and crisp voice. For example, in "Take the Twenty-six Road at Sidaokou", the stress is prominent for a while, the rhythm drives the song to roll forward for a while, and the strings are slowly twisted for a while. When the guitar narrative is mixed with "someone slaps me on the shoulder from behind", there are two synchronous rhythms, one is like hitting a metal castanet, and the other is like humming overtones; It's not that one person can do it at the same time, let alone imagine that one person can make two completely incompatible rhythms go on at the same time. Even if you don't consider its intention, your hands and feet alone are not up to the average guitarist.
Hu Mage's lyrics are not lyrical, even different from the usual ballads. They always have more points and clues, their motives are not simple, their directions are uncertain, and the words, emotions and things involved are not in the general poetic state. Not only is the sentence structure not neat, but the rough way of writing is also very similar to life itself. In Who Should I Visit When Doing Something, the scene where the hero and heroine meet for the first time is: Hey, I grinned at first/I seem to have nothing to say/I want to put down my trouser legs/bounce off the mud on my trouser legs/then I want to sit next to you/but I almost fell down/you bowed your head and smiled/I was so red that my ears were white, which can be said to be extremely realistic.
But "Two Sichuan Cooks in the Bar" starts from a friend's sad/chaotic bar, writes about two girls/one is fatter and the other is fatter, and then writes about the laughter sitting next to me/smashing my posture of draft beer/killing two birds with one stone, which gradually makes people feel the existence of two Sichuan cooks-Sichuan cooks who lost their stoves because of popular food like to interrupt themselves; However, in their sad songs, there is always a turning point in their laughter. They actually turned to the road in the country: taking advantage of the moonlight and frogs, we drove the tractor away. When exposed, we spent the night in the garage, lying in my military coat, my wife fell asleep, and the other one who could be covered was me. The bar is gone, and the Sichuan chef is gone. What we see is a unique homesick song. Those who failed to travel in the city are now driving enemy tractors and returning home on a dreamlike beautiful, quiet and happy night.
I think many people will be shocked and puzzled by the song "On the street, there is no woman of their own/at first glance, it's all someone else's". The exact name of this song should be marked and altered, that is, the words "women who don't have their own" and "people who are all others" should be written out and then erased. This is a hidden feeling, both bitter and inappropriate. The title is because all the women in their hometown and countryside have gone out to explore the world, leaving behind a group of bachelors, large and small. The author traces the six events of 1950- 1996 with deep calmness and historical style, but these six events are not major historical events, but only an affair in the countryside. 50 years/Adjutant Wang (improved) is now called Comrade Wang/married to Miss Li's second aunt/honored as a guest of honor. 58 years/bachelor Cao (later not) and the woman of commune secretary Ma/tryst in the pigsty behind the village/pig sunspot/was silenced that night. ……
1988, Qin Fang was employed to work/do business in a small town in the south, and died of electric shock (falling into the stereotype) in the decay/humiliation of his body. In this case, you can sing! And when the author sings these vulgar things, he has the same depth as facing history. There is a mountain man's view of history: he is located in a remote corner of China, far from the political situation and history, and there is an isolation that only knows the late Han Dynasty, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties. So for him, on the one hand, time is the degradation of world change, on the other hand, it is cool and cold. Changes in current affairs, clouds and pale dogs, historical turmoil, human joys and sorrows. Finally, Hua Song tells you with a faint expression.
And that kind of casual sampling of wild things is really full of vicissitudes in the past 50 years. Time goes far, including the past1997; A whistle whimpers, which makes people feel melancholy. It's an atonal tune that keeps going out of tune, slipping from one tone to another, floating, empty, floating and without landing.
This piece of music is another example of the people. Folk tunes are not even the standard pentatonic scale. It just freely plays with or without tunes, or it has its own tunes, which are as harmonious, self-sufficient and perfect as music that is not suitable for college.
It is with these things that Hu Mage has established his own paradigm in almost all aspects, which is clumsy and ingenious. This is not something that grows in pop music, but comes from the land where I breathe under my feet. 1998, he re-recorded some songs with a four-track machine and arranged them into an album called "Everyone has a small bench, mine will not be brought into 2 1 century". It was released in March 1999. 1996, in an article entitled "Utopia Pastoral, Utopia Criticism", I once expressed my hope for pop music and pinned my hopes on the vast,
Silent, folk and rural China. Many friends expressed doubts about this, so I pointed out Hu Mage to him and said, Listen, this is a talking room in rural China.
Author: Li Wan