A journey

Xu Song

Outside the window, the sea of ??clouds was dim.

I often wear headphones on the plane as I do now. Although nothing actually plays.

Stewardesses or stewardesses will often come up to me with a smile and remind me to turn off electronic playback devices, as they did just now.

Just like when I saw someone meditating on a futon before, I took it for granted that he was meditating rather than just taking a nap or thinking about tomorrow's work plan.

Earphones and futons often inadvertently hinder us from understanding the truth.

In the more than four hundred days after the publication of "Socrates Has No Bottom", I often thought about similar issues. How can I get rid of headphones and futons in my next work, so that the language of music can express my heart in the most transparent manner without any obstacles in between?

The process of exploring the answer to this question requires us to talk about another flight experience.

For example, at this moment, I am also immersed in writing something high in the sky. (A passage suddenly occurred to me. At that time, I was not sure whether I would write it into the lyrics in the future. Anyway, I just felt very good about myself at the time.)

Suddenly, the plane bumped violently and the passengers began to commotion. There were strange noises in the cabin, and then there was continuous weightlessness, and the cry of a child... But I haven't finished writing my wonderful article yet!

I suddenly became sober (or suddenly confused) thinking about this question: Suppose the plane crashed like this ten minutes later, should I continue writing?

After all, no matter how insightful the writing is, no matter how ingenious the conception is. Nor can it be known to anyone but me.

After all, this piece of paper will soon disappear from this world with me, leaving no evidence of its existence.

"When there is no audience for your creation, do you still want to create?"

A voice answered me, no. Creation is a way for "I" to express "me". If no one accepts it, my creation is equivalent to speaking my mind to the air.

Another voice answered me, I still want it. Because it should be regarded as a record of one's own inner experience. At least you can be your own audience.

Okay,

"When your creation is completed in one second, it will be wiped out in the next second - you can't even be your own audience forever, do you still want to create?" ?”

No? ...still want it?

This crumbling space is not just a hindrance like a pair of headphones or a futon!

During the creation process of Work No. 4, I often imagined myself in that crumbling space. At that moment, all whitewashing is unnecessary, all creative techniques are a waste of time, and all flattery is no longer necessary to have an object. I don’t even have to please myself. There’s no need to write “something I like”—I’m going to be finished soon anyway.

I just need to follow my heart and let myself fly for a while longer.

In about half a month, the "warm-up hit" will be released, and then the first wave of hits, the second wave of hits... As a CD placed in a record store, it may need to go through this process The promotion process of the series can be known to people, and we all accept this as a matter of course. However as a holistic conceptual work. I prefer that it can be listened to continuously in sequence. I think listeners who are sensible will hear something beyond what they have heard before, but listeners who are not sensible will remain as clueless as ever. Of course, this is a very good thing. ——While you are choosing music, music is also choosing you. No one is higher than anyone else, it's just a two-way choice.

A sweet voice announced that the flight was about to end and the plane had begun to descend.

After landing, I will complete the final mix check and wait for publication. I want to type out the above text and send it out as a summary of a period of time. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything long. Maybe what I'm thinking in my heart is all in the new music.

This musical journey of more than 400 days is coming to an end. Forty minutes of music, ten songwriting and production, I put a lot of energy into this thing. Looking back, I feel very satisfied. Thanks to every music partner and company colleague who contributed their talents to him; thanks to the listeners who have always been by his side.

The outside the window was gray and white.

The plane shook again.

I often wear headphones as I do now, even though nothing is actually playing.