#Folk singer Zhao has passed away##Bruce ##宁夏 #
Netizen WeChat cloud: "It has been burned, the lonely world, and since then there has been one less desolate singer." Good way. ”
On September 30, 2021, he was heard of the obituary: "Folk singer Zhao has passed away at the age of 58. Before his death, he published the album "Living in 1988". His brother was the famous drummer Zhao Muyang. ”
Today, Zhao has burned out his life; yesterday, Zhao has already illuminated the music of the mainland.
Zhao is already there, and cannot be copied and imitated. Zhao is already, a talented music veteran!
Zhao Hasan (alias Zhao Muniu, Zhao Boss, January 23, 1963 – September 2021), a native of Zhongwei, Ningxia, lived in Yinchuan City.
In Beijing's underground music circle, everyone calls him "Boss Zhao". He is the first generation of rock musicians since China's reform and opening up. He graduated from the Department of Chemistry of Shaanxi Normal University, but he gave up his teaching profession and resolutely devoted himself to music, going to Beijing in 1984. "Grew up in the cave-and-roll movement and chose the humblest way of life".
Long song when crying! Folk songs do not listen to Zhao, and listening to all the folk songs is also in vain.
Living in 1988 (released in 2003). The 12 classic nostalgic songs covered in the album are the feelings and relief of Zhao's already mental journey. In 2002, at the "Wake Up Coffee" in Beijing's All Saints Book Park, the 39-year-old Zhao has already performed specially. The careful producer recorded his casual singing without telling Boss Zhao, which became the only precious solo music album of Zhao. The lively sense of the scene is brought into the album, not too noisy atmosphere, there is the audience's laughter, there is the interactive conversation of Boss Zhao, there is cheering and applause offstage, there is emotional playing and singing on stage, and there is the style of Boss Zhao's runaway, interpreting the spirit of blues between the lit smoke and the wine that moistens the throat.
"Tramp", a folk blues playing and singing that is very representative of the Northwest style. Musicians in the Northwest basically sing, both on stage and at the wine table. But Boss Zhao's version of the tramp is more lively. Lazy and relaxed and amiable, between fun and passion, hard expression of emotional color: Segnersi, this lamb skewer to eat a ha!
In 1988, Boss Zhao was 25 years old, and he was full of ambition like everyone else at this age, but he had a "life-taking" love for music, and he sang for his life and for his life! This is the commonality and consensus of that generation of rock musicians!
In 1991, Boss Zhao formed the "Red Force" band, which was disbanded in 1992. Except for those in Beijing's rock circle at that time, the Red Army could hardly find any trace of them in other places.
Boss Zhao: The past is all beautiful, even if it is a little slanderous. Standing on the stage, it is natural to sing. At that time, I was hungry and engaged in rock and roll, and the conditions were extremely difficult. I think doing rock 'n' roll is doing revolutionary work, which is very meaningful. I don't want to live in the information age now. Doing rock music insists on the highest state of the artist, which is freedom. All the pretense is the walking dead, so I'm going to object.
In 1998, Zhao Lao snail lived in a bungalow on the outskirts of Beijing, borrowed a dusty wooden guitar from a middle school girl in the neighborhood, and the personality of the music was due to the personality of the music, and he was known as a drummer, and he resumed his profession - playing and singing. Naturally, the singing of nature comes step by step.
No matter what song it is, as soon as he sings it, he has the taste of life! His folk style, complete with the "grassroots spirit", is like listening to Johnny Cash's songs, the more you listen to it, the more energetic you get. His slightly vague words and improvised tonal changes make the music charming and flexible. His singing voice expresses the style of the bitter love blues and the Northwest folk songs that have been full of vicissitudes. The feelings and tastes of the northwest, the loess, and the ningxia, through his sometimes calm whispering, or almost crazy singing, in the tear-jerking, or moving atmosphere, let the listener's heart involuntarily jump with him, a beat. Boss Zhao participated in the MoGo Midi Music Festival, which is the music he loves, not a farewell to him. His live version of "Beijing's Golden Mountain" this time, improvisational passion, singing passion, solo passion. The audience seemed to see the expression on his heart, but the true expression inside him was known only to him.
Before his death, Boss Zhao once said: This life is enough. The rest of his life (after quitting the music industry) wished to come up with three CDs; to write a book, to leave the text, to write a Parasite Metamorphosis. Then go teach. We have idealistic genes and we don't want to grow up.
It's gone, sad and painful! Loneliness is unbearable, thank you for sitting and singing for us. Your whisper echoed in your ears again: I am not your most beloved person, why don't you talk...
I remember that one year after 1988, in Yinchuan, Mr. Wen took me to know Mr. Hao, an apprentice of Zhao Muyang, who taught Mr. Wen to play drums. Later, through them, I got to know Teacher Jia, Li Hongbo, Su Yang, Wang Xiaojian, An Biao, Li Jianyu, Lu Dongshi, and I had to achieve my understanding and love of rock music.
The moon represents our hearts. Boss Zhao, light a cigarette for you, pour you a glass of wine, and watch your back walk into the light. Boss Zhao, you will no longer have any pain, and you will be infinitely sleepy. Looking back, Boss Zhao, you will always live in 1988, where the wind soothes your heart.
Hats off to Mr. Zhao! Lyrics "Ideal Color" in remembrance.
Ideal color
At that time people were singing
There are many impossibilities
There was no way but to sing
Chemistry didn't react
Bands can be formed
The instruments of the earth can be learned
Go around and find a stage
Tired, it's good to have a guitar to accompany
Bitter, there is no brother to accompany
Well, there was a little concept in my mind at that time
Practice, dry night after night
You're right, who isn't on the long platform
Lonely waiting, loneliness unbearable
Then pick up the drum and ring the future
The red troops, tired and panting through the hills
Displacement reactions, there will be times of qualitative change
A large river ferryes past
A city has new neighborhoods
Don't want to talk about heroic acts
I just want to play the humility of the individual
Here, sloppy new stops, unclothed beds cold at night
The wind blows and blows, blowing the true color
Over there, the sand is white and the water is clear, and I have to leave a penny to see
The wind blows and blows, look at my true colors
Zhao has already confessed from the album "Living in 1988"
I was supposed to be a chemistry teacher, but unfortunately I was a drummer. For more than a decade, he has not sought to be self-motivated, has done nothing, mixed in the narrow underground music kingdom, indulged in more and more confused and more absurd cartoon situations, and believed that in front of a limited number of friends, he has righteously and categorically advocated the parasite philosophy of "collapse to the extreme". He never worked, and then borrowed money for a living.
Later, I slowly became a person. With only a pair of slippers and a toothbrush, he lived in the countryside and moved farther and farther away. Later, I laughed a little ugly, because I was getting less and less money. So much so that they are often forced to sue their families and struggle to get by.
One day, I finally found that I couldn't move and couldn't go down anymore. I let the wine get drunk the first day and threw up; the next morning, before the wine woke up, I let the tea spit out again.
That day, I found that my face was particularly ugly, too ugly. I finally knew that I was too unpretty.
I have loved beautiful women all my life, obsessed with beautiful women who dare not face and dare not blaspheme, but I myself have never been beautiful, never once.
I also know that in the freedom I sought, I was not free once.
So, I finally fell. So, in the middle of the night, in the bright sunshine of not wanting money, in the smiles or sorrows that only gods or ghosts can see, I remembered the songs that had once been sung. So today, forced to be helpless, I straightened my mind, changed my identity, did not become a drummer, and slightly reluctantly sat here with some funny feelings, with the beautiful dreams of my youth, ready to sing.