Nine Heavens (Photo Album + Poetry Collection) (Photo Album + Poetry Collection)

Author: Wu Bai
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Publish Date: 2003-01-01
Features: "If I make music with everyone's expectations, where can I go? My past works, whether people like them or not, have already passed. The only way I can survive is to constantly change, extend, and purify myself, because that represents my life. That's why I still have a will" "Should I make an album I'm proud of now? That's important. He always says, what I want to say is all in my music. Every time I'm asked, 'Why do you like Wu Bai but can't explain it?' Honestly, he's not handsome, but he's cool; honestly, his concerts often go off-key, but his music is great, covering everything; honestly, his lyrics are simple and colloquial, but they always paint winding rivers and starry skies before your eyes, accompanied by a gentle breeze, or even lightning and thunder-like northwest rain. But it's always very comfortable and refreshing. The general Wu-style love songs should refer to 'The Wanderer' and 'Love,' two love song masterpieces that are both a compromise and secretly rebel. No one can erase his gentleness and romance. He is truly a simple man. After these two, he has already moved beyond the realm of talking about love. 'Branch and Bird' makes your blood rush, that's the confidence of standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the world, the strength of a rebellious life expressed outwardly. But when a person reaches the top, how do they come down? Maybe it's the question the dove asks. The dove made me start searching for myself. Many people don't like 'The Dove,' because it doesn't have the former vigor, but it brought me questions about life. However, walking along the river of dreams made me hear an enlightening voice—perhaps it's because I've accepted my position and my only solitude. The entire album has a transcendent sadness. The wings carry the habitual sense of flight, as if the idea of spreading them at any moment is to break free—break free from what? For dreams. 'Snake,' with its devious and winding arrangement, surprised everyone. The eyes blinded by history, suppressed by civilization, and the Eastern sentiment understood the psychological intention. 'Ambition, courage, and refusal to yield' should be the most important persistence for all Chinese people. The road. Almost completely motivational, making you want to dance. The rhythm is great. Meteor. Only after listening do you realize that this person's romantic side hasn't diminished. This person doesn't easily give love—you love me. It shouldn't feel like eavesdropping, but rather obsession. Like me with you, like him with you, like all those who are confused by the allure of the shadow. Even now, I'm still enduring the off-key trumpet, and I can only keep smiling. It turns out that Wu Bai wants us to endure this. He presents his indifference and frustration to me in this way. Cry out, we are the ones who can't cry out. In the nine heavens, the initial retro beats are like a super-fast elevator rapidly ascending, deafeningly loud. The rhythm that can't be kept up opens the elevator door and invites you inside to see what's going on in this self-confession. Enlightenment, but I can only say that it's just like this. But can I do it too? Broken. Probably because of his perfect personality. The music has a destructive tone, fierce and clear, but there's a hope of rebirth. That kind of solitary boldness needs to be cultivated. The black hole in the desert. It's my favorite song. That kind of, '！！' arrogance is crystal clear. You can almost see the twisted figure in the dark cave, stubbornly refusing to move. The storm. The complaint against incompetence shows such weariness that I don't want to exert myself. Everyone's disappearing confidence starts to resent the moment the candle goes out. Let it rain, just let it rain. The small sailboat. It's exactly like the summer nights of back then, a warm breeze constantly blowing on your face. The river of dreams. For some reason, I have a special fondness for the flowing, winding form. The river in the music creates a hallucinatory sense of the unknown and helplessness. The blankness, is it hidden hope? The listener can only silently watch him draw a blueprint in the blankness, but he resolutely gives up the blankness. What colors did he originally hope to fill in? In the 'river of dreams' that I heard, each winding section of the river carries different questions and colors. This time, it's deeper blue than the gray of 'The Dove.'