Damn Idol - Chapter 130



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Fucking Idol Episode 130

In the first place, Chris Edwards didn’t even ask the pub’s patrons about Hansion.

I just heard about it.

A name called Zion, who became the most famous musician in the city in just four days.

‘Han Shi-on?’

If you only consider the skill aspect, it is not surprising.

Han Si-on has enough ability to shake the hearts of musicians and make their mouths open.

Aren’t you the one who flew all the way to Korea because you fell in love with Han Si-on’s music?

But the attitude is questionable.

In Chris Edwards’ view, Zion was a man who had no intention of showing off his talents.

This is really strange.

Of course, some might ask whether it is necessary to boast about being a genius.

Every genius is eager to show off his music and show it to the world.

Especially the younger they are.

From this perspective, Chris Edwards believed that there were no buried geniuses in the world.

If there is such a person, he is not a genius, but rather a moderately talented person.

But Han Si-on has no desire to show off and let people hear his music.

Just put out into the world as much as you need, and get as much response as you need.

It’s amazing that this calculation can be done, but the attitude of calculating it is also strange.

Why doesn’t Han Shi-on give 100%?

From Jankos Greenwood to Donald McGuis.

Even though he is a genius acknowledged by all the masters.

So, it was not immediately understandable why Hanshion had turned this narrow coastal city upside down.

Because if it was the Han Shion he knew, that wouldn’t be the case.

Then Donald McGus, who was drinking a cool beer next to Chris Edwards, opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it a little different from what I heard from you?”

“I’m confused too.”

“This may be the real picture. I heard that in Korea, it is not easy to express individuality because of the rigid hierarchical relationship and competitive atmosphere.”

“hmm.”

But that’s not how Han Shion feels.

If that were true, I wouldn’t be competing with the Vanderbilt of K-pop (Choi Dae-ho).

But Chris Edwards just nodded obediently to Donald McGuis’s words.

Because you’ll find out when you meet Han Si-on anyway.

“Then let’s go to the noisiest place.”

“I’ll take the lead. I know this city a little.”

“Really? When was the last time you came?”

“I came here a few times when I was DJing in New York.”

So Chris Edwards and Donald McGus began to tour the musicians’ streets near the beach.

It doesn’t seem like Han Si-on will be in the underground club.

Because I’m not 21 years old in American age, I won’t be able to enter a club where drinking is allowed.

It might be in a theater where an open mic is happening, but that’s a limited space so you’ll want to check it out at the end.

So it was a beach.

As expected, the two people wandering the streets were able to find Han Shi-on faster than expected.

To be precise, I found someone playing the guitar surrounded by a crowd.

“I think it’s over there.”

“hmm…….”

There is no clear answer.

At first I thought it was Zion.

However, the performance heard through the cheap amplifier is very different from the Hansi On that we are familiar with.

But Donald McGus seemed confident and began to push his way through the crowd.

“Hey, you there.”

“Sorry. I have something to do inside.”

“… …Donald?”

As expected of musicians playing on the beach, everyone seemed to recognize the blues master.

Thanks to this, it wasn’t difficult for the two to move to the center of the performance area.

As we get closer to the center, Donald McGuis’s expression changes.

The music coming through the cheap amplifier was fantastic, but hearing the performance live was even more fantastic.

But Chris Edwards has come to his conclusion by now.

‘It’s not Zion.’

It’s such a free performance.

It is not bound by form, technique, or technique.

He arranges and plays Elmore James’s , and it’s incredibly beautiful.

This song is more famous for the version arranged by Gary BB Coleman, but this is even better.

The rich melody is filled with a crazy amount of wit and blues.

Even though jazz and blues are described as brother genres, can they really cross boundaries like this?

To this extent, he seems to be a musician superior to Han Si-on in the blues genre.

“Oh my god!”

By this time Donald McGuis had had enough.

He threw away all manner of manners and just ran around like a madman, pushing through people.

Chris Edwards also quickened his pace.

Even if it’s not Han Si-on, I would like to meet a musician who can make music at this level.

Meanwhile, those who recognized Donald McGurth, who had arrived first, erupted in cheers, and soon the sounds of two guitars began to be heard.

Donald, unable to bear it any longer, joined in on the performance.

By then, Chris Edwards had also arrived at the heart of the performance.

And then he opened his eyes wide.

“… … !”

Because the person performing was Zion.

‘how?’

But he also seemed like a completely different person.

Is it because of the melody flowing from the guitar in his hand, or is it because of the comfortable clothing that I have never seen in Korea?

As the two of them started playing like crazy, people’s expressions became ecstatic.

Blues is the father of modern music genres.

Rock, metal, soul, funk, disco, hip-hop… … .

If you look at the history and essence of all popular music, you will find blues incorporated into it.

Some even claim that jazz was born from the blues.

The general view is that the two genres are sibling genres that influenced each other, but it is also true that they have influenced countless other types of music.

So, Donald McGrath, the blues master, can be said to be the musician who most beautifully expresses the essence of popular music.

But that nineteen-year-old musician is on par with him.

no…….

‘Are you crazy if you think Zion is better?’

Looks superior.

I wouldn’t say they were superior, but the key point in the two people’s performance was clearly flowing from Zion’s fingertips.

Then Donald McGurk, unable to contain his excitement, sang a song.

The sky is crying

Can you see the tears roll down the street

Then someone brings a cheap microphone stand in front of Donald McGurk.

It was a microphone that burst out with an unpleasant peak that went, “Jjing-”… … .

It didn’t matter in front of Donald McGurth’s dripping songs.

However, the one who received the next verse was Han Si-on with a smile on his face.

The sky is crying,

Can you see the tears roll down the street

An old man and a boy start playing and singing like crazy.

Chris Edwards, who was at a level where he could fully understand this music, could sense the prank between the two.

When Donald McGus sings first, Han Si-on plays the instrument.

Then Donald McGrath has to sing the song while modifying it to fit the accompaniment.

Conversely, when Han Si-on sings, Donald McGus changes the accompaniment.

Then this crazy guy Han Si-on creates a new chord progression with his voice.

The way that Ion is practicing.

Free and beautiful.

At that moment, Chris Edwards remembered the story he had told Han Shion during their farewell.

“A musician with your talent has no need to be anxious. No need to be afraid. No need to calculate.”

“Just let it go. The public may seem indifferent at first, but they are absolutely not.”

“There are so many people in the world who will recognize the essence of your music.”

I don’t know why.

But I know the reason.

Han Shi-on was just screaming as he said.

Without any calculations, just intoxicated by the music.

The first 100% of Han Shion I witnessed was… … .

‘You’re crazy.’

It was a beauty that could not be endured without love.

* * *

Chris Edwards, Donald McGuis, and Han Zion.

The three of them had a small party in their hotel room.

It was a consideration for Han Si-on, who could not drink alcohol at the bar.

“Haha! I can’t believe it. I got beat out in a performance by a boy much younger than my own child.”

“You were pushed? You were leading.”

“Do you not know that you have followed my lead? You are truly a mistake of God.”

“It could be the devil’s mistake.”

“That makes more sense when you think about the beginnings of the blues.”

Donald McGus could not hide his curiosity about Han Sion, and Han Sion enjoyed the conversation in a lighthearted manner.

The two talked about many things, including music.

He was particularly interested in Hanzion’s current situation.

But rather than looking sorry, he looked happy.

“You live like a movie star. Are you fighting against such evil capitalists with music?”

“I’m scolding him like a hero.”

“Hahaha. Okay. Maybe I can help you out a bit?”

“In what way? I have no intention of working in the United States.”

“Do you know what the power of old people like me is?”

“Well. Connections? Wealth?”

“Rather than that, it just looks like it’s there for no reason. They say that when old people talk, it looks like it’s there.”

Donald McGus seemed to have something planned, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of revealing it.

One time, Han Shion and Chris Edwards had this conversation about Donald McGuis:

“Why was Donald McGus confused?”

“I can’t remember my youth.”

“Oh, that’s right. McGus’s music is almost the same now as when he was young. He’s a great guy. He’s the god of blues.”

Not only the music, but even the attitude towards life was youthful.

Judging by the way he talked to Han Shi-on, he was like a teenage boy he had met by chance at a concert.

Chris Edwards, who had been giving the conversation to Donald McGuis for a while, opened his mouth.

“Why is it so different?”

“Does it look different?”

“Oh. It was so free… … . It felt like I was pouring everything out.”

Han Si-on smiled faintly.

“The determination to see it through to the end was stronger than I thought.”

“What does that mean?”

“I once thought about that. I’ll go as far as I can with my current teammates.”

“so?”

“But if I think about it again, going all the way means there’s no end to stopping it, right?”

“If it goes up forever, then yes.”

“That’s it. That’s why my music changed.”

Chris Edwards didn’t understand everything Han Zion said, but he understood the change in attitude.

It means that we will not calculate and provide only the amount needed.

My heart is pounding.

So what kind of music will Han Si-on do?

“How long are you going to be here?”

“Three days. No, it’s past midnight now, so it’s two days.”

Donald McGurk, who had been listening quietly, intervened.

“Then should I go on a concert tour with you for two days?”

“I’m sorry, but I have work to do. I got the confidence today. I’ve become a better musician.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have to make an album.”

“For two days?”

“Yes. I need to arrange the music you sent me.”

“We haven’t even signed a contract yet, right?”

“No matter what the conditions are, I will fully accept it.”

* * *

The next day, Han Si-on, who had been hastily locked in a rented studio in New York, did not come out for nearly 40 hours.

He came out after four pizza boxes were empty and six Coke bottles were empty.

In his hand he held a USB containing a total of 11 tracks.

Add to this the color show… … .

13 tracks.

These songs were to be released to the world as a collection of organic tracks.

But it wasn’t an EP.

It was Sedalbaekil’s first full-length album.

The next day again.

Han Si-on returned to Korea.

It was the day before the color show video was released.