Yang Yi "getting more far" olive tree literature month ◎ 2000 year May http://www.wenxue.com/gb/200005/yy.htm
Singing, let me stay close to the earth and hardworking the rustic people, in the long road, let me take care of my heart, to practice the beautiful fantasy in my life.
I was born in an ancient town called Wengcheng in the mountainous area of Yuebei. My parents have five children, I am in the middle, there is a brother, my brother sister. Because of this, my whole childhood and teenagers have spent sperassed and fantasy. My mother is a waitress in the supply and marketing agency, is a hardworking and optimistic, good at being a person, only people who write their own names. The father is a mall, a mobile phone and telecommunications, because the father's work is to repair the phone line of the country, so my family is the only family with a telephone in the town. Whenever the late night of the storm, the phone call is always sharply sounded, and then the father will wear the raincoat disappeared in the thunderstorm. Sometimes I will not go home for a few days, listen to my mother, it is to go to the deep inspection line. . Fortunately, the father did not have any accidents in addition to heavy injuries fell from the electric wire. When childhood, the post office is my biggest paradise. In those letters sent from all over the world, I earliest, except for the small town, there is another world. I was at the time that I would like to fly from one place to another one day in the future.
Time has come back from Hong Kong from Hong Kong in 1978, and has a small Sanyang recorder since then, there are many Hong Kong tapes. I heard the most is Xu Guanjie's song, then Hong Kong is the most popular place. I also heard the radio station in Hong Kong and the sound of the later US. That is to say, my entire juvenile era has grown down in this capitalist media, and it is even more likely to this. Until the junior high school, the only discipline that made me interested is physics, especially electrical. At that time, the most viewed book was "radio". Under the support of the father, I have been able to repair radios and recorders in the first three, and can also increase the sensitivity of the radio to the limit, so that I can receive a radio station in Hong Kong during the day. Since then, the school has no appeal to me, I started with people who are bigger than me. At this time, I met a cinema youth art worked from the county, from him for the first time. Until the last abandoned, an electrical repair shop was opened on the town. I just finished 16 years old that year.
What is my big impact on me when you have a boy. She is the first female college student on the town. My sister is a physical fitness, and the fifth grade of the elementary school left the hometown. She often goes around the game, and I will give us a message from all over the place. I always encourage me to work hard to go out from the town. I still have a painting when I am a young woman. My sister has always wanted me to be a painter. After she was admitted to the Sports Department of Southern Normal University, I brought back to a lot of albums every time I went home. My sister always hopes that I can take a college, but I think of earning money in my mind, this is also my biggest regret to me. She always said that I have no big blem, and I will enjoy it. I am a smart and vulgar person in her eyes. Until I gave a high school, my sister finally didn't have any fantasies for my future.
From 86 to 89 years in these three years, I caught up with an opportunity to make money. At that time, Hou household appliances were popular in rural areas, and I used my own understanding of the electrical appliances to start a reselling home appliance. In that three years, I sold a lot of inferior home appliances and earned a lot of farmers' brothers. At this time, I have no simple mind, the whole day, the local tax, business, tax evasion, and the water. In addition to making money, there is no ideal. I am addicted to the vulgar pop-up music of Hong Kong and Taiwan all day, as well as the ideology and lifestyle there.
Such a life has been paid in the spring and summer of 89. I have never paid attention to politics as those days, and I have never been like the value of life, youth, life. It is that students awaken my numbness of the soul. Since then, I began to reflect everything I did, thus making the most meaningful choices in my life - giving up everything I have, leaving Xiaowei to Guangzhou. Although the parents opposed, I will convince them soon. The greatness of parents is that they always respect the choice of children. Since then, I lived in the students' dormitory of the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts, because there is a classmate in my middle school. I am working with them, listen to various lectures, that day is my most fulfilling time in Guangzhou. After a year of preparation and study, I returned to my hometown for the college entrance examination in the spring of 91, but I finally landed. Because of this failure, I have had doubts about myself. I often have a song of wine. In order to make a living, I started designing an advertising company. During this time, I played the piano is my only spiritual pin. In the spring of 92, I met an American, I heard him with a US folk song that he used to play with the piano, he also introduced Bob. Dylan, and folk songs in the 1960s. Unfortunately, we didn't know that this Americans left China a few days. During this time, I went to work during the day, sang some of the people who got some kind of mowers in a bar in the evening, with the applause of the audience. For a long time, I can't stand the happiness of those businessmen, and finally produced ideas of departure in the summer. At that time, I wanted to take a guitar to the national walk. I was still alone, I was still alone, I finally took the train to Beijing on October 20, 1992, and started my music path. The first step.
"This time I got away from the family, the farther / forward, how to face" This "is more and more far" can be said to be the road to the road of my folk song. For the future, I am not thinking about it. In the train to Beijing, I can't sleep, the dark icon outside the window can not wear. I feel this time, it will be a journey that will never be turned back, even though my end behind my kind parents, and my unforgettable childhood life, and too much concern. However, the rhythmic vibration of the train keeps attracted and urged me, watching the sleeping strangers and the movie on the window, I can only use a line of tears to force this time.
An unprecedented freedom suddenly arrived me timid. This time is no longer a word, a concept, but a huge whirlwind, and a train pushes the power of the night. After the Yangtze River, passed the Yellow River, passed all strange villages, and finally arrived at Beijing Railway Station in the morning of October 22. This is a train that I have taken the longest time capacity for more than 20 years, and it should also be thoroughly changed my life trajectory.
My luggage is very small, only one small canvas bag, a "red cotton" guitar. Due to the temperature difference in the north and the north, I put all the clothes in the bag, and the small bag was also rolled into a canvas and Ji it tied to a piece. With the rushing people, I walked out of Beijing Railway Station, then the scenery in Hou Beijing Station was very worn. With the drizzle, I stand at the exit of an hour. I looked at the people from an underground, and later I knew that it was the subway station. In the face of this completely strange city, I really don't seem. After many years, I sang in "Crosshant": "On the aisle of the train station / his appearance like this / no one is willing to look at it / pass the way. / Always walk away." Yes, there is Who will take care of a strange pass? Looking at the map just bought, but I can't find a place where I can go. What is the map at this time? In this city where there is no friends, what is the place where I am? I really want to go back to the train, let the train continue to open, never stop, let me stay in the trip, how good it is! At that moment, I am really timid. In order to better hide the rain, I walked down the subway station, and I bought a five-fur ticket, I was sitting on the subway for the first time. After a bursting, many people went down, I sat down in a corner. Later I found that this car is constantly winding, the same station has appeared for a while. Great! Since the train can't be opened forward, let me go around the subway, a circle, a circle, a circle, .... My heart began to warm. The subway relieves the loss of the loss, I am not as frustrating, I don't know unconsciously. After doing numerous times of disturbing, I woke up again, at this time, I can finally see the map in my hand, arrange the next place I should go. The most I went most at the time was the Central Academy of Australia, I have been looking for a long time to find the address of the Academy of institute. Finally, I decided to get off at the front door station. When I was a station, I found that the night was coming, Tiananmen Tower in the distance was covered with a gray. I walked over the square with complex mood, very strange, I was not excited at the time. Maybe this place is too magical, I don't have a strange feeling about her. I have been walking, and I have passed through the Wangfujing, but I didn't find the Central Academy of Australia. Finally, I am really tired. In addition, I didn't eat anything, I found a Lanzhou Rana House, spent six cents a bowl of ramen. This ramen facade opposite the Overseas Chinese Town was later made in Beijing's favorite. At the time, I didn't know that it's the place where I was survived later - China Art Museum.
In the days to Beijing, I have always lived in a small hotel basement near the Art Museum. At that time, the art galler was just a big exhibition - Tokyo Museum Collection exhibition, many art youths in the country came to watch. At that time, I appreciated this, I thought: "I will sell it here when I have no money," After nearly a month, I have no money left, and I will face survival. . Fortunately, I don't care about this issue. Although life is unfamiliar, it is still not a problem with your own sincerity and ability.
I first sold a singer in the art galleries on November 23, 92. The weather is not good in the afternoon, and it is gloomy. I came to the piano to go to the alpaca tree next to the art galler, took the piano, and it was really, I was still in my heart. After all, it is the first time, I don't know what to do. When I took a traveler to look at me with a singular look, I was really embarrassed, and even I would like to fight back. "How can I do this? The big obstacle must be disqualified, and when these people don't exist." After passing through a short psychological struggle, I finally closed my eyes and sang the popular songs in the year. " Soon there are many people around, I sang seven, eight songs, but the audience didn't understand what I meant. Finally, I finally said to everyone to everyone: "I will sing the last song. I hope everyone will give me some help." After I sang it, many people put money in my piano bag, I feel myself. . At the time of delivery, two college students showed girls came over with me, strongly asked me to school - Beijing University of Technology. Said that they have a lot of boys with a lot of playing piano. Under their sincere invitations, I am unlocked, I follow them back to school. Several students of the Northern University of the Northern School were gave me a bed in a house in the student meeting. The sincereity of college students makes me feel moving, I am unforgettable for that night. Later, I sang in "At that time": "No matter where you are wandering / have a friend who cares about your friends." In my seven, eight years of street singing career, let me move. I remember in the spring of 94, I am in the art museum, there is always a relatively poor old man and his wife often listen to me singing, sitting around me. And every time I put some money in my piano, but after a while, I found that only him will listen to the song, and then I know that my wife has passed away. After a year, I returned to the art museum from the field, but then I didn't see the old man. Another thing is that there is a pair of middle-aged sidewears, and a little girl with a ten year old is coming out of the art galler. I stopped on my opposite, the little girl insisted on listening to me singing, and later the little girl told her father to give money, his father pulled out five yuan from the wallet, and at this time, the little girl did not hesitate to The wallet took the past from his father, and took out a hundred yuan of money in my piano bag. There is also a person called Wang Shunyi. It is a young man who is called "fool". He is a loyal audience in the past seven or eight years. As long as I sing in the art galler, I will kneel in front of me, and help me pick up the money that is blown by the wind. People think he is a low energy, because his IQ stays in four and five children. But I think that he is the most clear person in China. His intelligence is not there. He will sing all my songs, and can say that it is very wisdom, "Now the fan is less, the fans are more", " You should write more new songs, but old songs don't sing, you will forget it after you don't sing, "Don't let reporters report you, else, your family knows that you will sell in the street, you will put You caught back. "If someone says this person is a fool, I think that people who say this is a mentally wisdom. I am more willing to call him as my mental mentor - I will always be awake, I will never live in the world, I will love life, I am afraid It is monotonous ordinary. I just solved my life in the art gallery, once I met a painter living in Yuanmingyuan. Since then, I left the Northern Workers and lived in Yuanmingyuan, the No. 3, No. 3, and started my creation. Write the first song "Yuanmingyuan": "The moon is in high altime / you are here / world's vicissitudes, you will vote for / 100 years loneliness make you so bleak / Yuanmingyuan / where are you."
If life is simply solved, then the creation of art is not so easy. At that time, I didn't have any directions, and the songs written were also a personal feeling, nothing more than confused, depressed or anger. These things do not represent the art itself. The emotional emotional emotions that individual life is sometimes as pale, although our own pain can infect people who can feel with you with you, but after all, it is narrow. Such something is high in the market in 1992 to 93 years. Those angry and sadness that crying, it is also true that the main feelings of young people at the time, I will undoubtedly be influenced by such things. I always want to dig anything else in my own scars. This is undoubtedly a Various vocabaries. At that time, the living state of those people's advertised now seems to be so ridiculous and weak, such things have been advent like Taiwan's businessman. At that time, I heard these, I really followed them, as an angry, as the so-called rebellion. But this manifestation is just a anesthesia, or more specifically is a numbness, a self-satisfaction behind the pain. Oops, do you want to dry? I have such an idea naturally and these people, such music is not flowing. Although the establishment band was a fashion, but with such a person, I deeply felt it. In particular, the group of people driven by utilitarianism, when Beijing's party surface seems to be red fire, but actually just entertainment for foreigners. Because Beijing does not have a bar and there are so many entertainment venues, and such performances have nothing to do with the people. In such a group of trendy Beijing youth and some of the foreigners who have been looking for fun, they have become the "spiritual life" that many people now love now, and the vulgar and spirit of the times now. Yes, now the foreigners will never be interested in those ghost crying, more than one place, Sanlitun, Chaoyang Park's bar has gone. If you want to sing, you will sing well with the tape, sing the "Calia Hotel" better than the owl. If you want to earn more money, go home to practice basic skills, be a qualified hood, produce more Qualified garbage. In addition, it is still a heart that is dead. If someone says: starve to death, the poet of the dog day, then you can add a sentence: starving you, the dog day rock! "Art can't eat", this is a problem that many of the art youth is not discussed. Artists are not gods, survival is always important. Can't rely on bureaucrats, and you can't expect business people, foreigners, how do you live? At this time, I point my finger to a place - the people who are the most close to your life. Only those talents with rustic and conscience are artist's food, food, parents, is the most reliable and most judicial. Imagine that everyone in China will give you a penny, you may become a millionaire, but the problem is that you are eligible to take this penny, the people are willing to give this penny. In addition, those so-called family wealthy artists are liar, this sentence is not too much, it is a group position. The merchants are not advocating their "genius", and such a "genius" will be like a fireworks like fireworks, in fact, it is nothing to do with the work of labor. Those who are confused is a ghost trick. Who can look through these things as soon as possible, who can support the art supported by the people. "Don't forget the class struggle" this is a truth that is a person.
Once upon a time, I didn't find the way in such a question? But I will never forget how the best people treat people they like. That was in early May 1993, I accidentally participated in the event that was officially considered to be an illegal rally, and sang there, and the result was detained by the police on the way to go back, and she took more than two months. In Changping's housing, I was treated as a blind flow. In the past two months, I was asleep with those people living in this city, and desperately desperately with those who lived in this city. Fortunately, the police did not think that I was blind, and I was polite to me, so I waved a lot of skin. Even those foods who have been eating in the garbage bin are living, and people who have a streets will also give me only a little food in their hands. In the spring and summer of that year, my inner heart was deeply shaken. In the courtyard with football, I and the three don't worked in Beijing, and I ushered in the sunrise together, and the sunset is delivered. Under the organization of the police, I sang a few hundred thousand people every day. In the case where there is no freedom, people only feel freedom in the song. People who have no purgatory will not see true light. I remember those deaf people, although they can't hear my song, but when they knew that my life and I came here, I gave me only the money from them. At that time, my tears couldn't help but still. And they also tears like me. In a confession in the language, I once again saw human justice and kindness. I may never meet with these people, but their faces are deeply printed in my life. I don't sing for such a person singing? On June 16, 1993, I was sent back to the origin. Two have more than six hundred people in the Beijing-Guangzhou line, and all of the blind streams left Beijing in a group of armed police. After one night's distance, I arrived in Zhengzhou next morning. I was under the protection of several Xinjiang people, I was taken as Xinjiang people to catch up with the train and reopened freedom. At this time, the freedom of the birds like a bird's feathers are bright and real, and everything in the past is like a nightmare, and everything in the past is like the ocean. Although this is not a disaster, it is the first time in my life. I didn't have a clear text on the platform of Zhengzhou Railway Station. I didn't eat anything overnight. I started to collect the residual food from the train from the train. I have a long time to eat the best half. A bread, then like a stranger to food and cigarettes. Even so, I still be full and warm in my heart, and I am endless grateful under freedom. After staying on the platform a few hours, I got on the train from Chengdu to Beijing, and I returned to Beijing all the way. In order to bypass the ticket, I walked into the east door along the railway, and finally returned to my friends.
After this baptism, I see what the world is the situation. I clearly know what kind of person is talking to what people. I know how to face the hope of hope in the future. After staying in Beijing for a month, I finally decided to leave Beijing, go to each city to sell, and discover more unknown. With a sponsor of your friends, I bought a ticket from Beijing to Urumqi. Bring a guitar, starting my life in the motherland. "What I want to do is from this station to the next stop / when you find that you are already a free person / how can I forget the mood of the time?" I went to the southern Xinjiang from the north, all the way to the wind The car, there are people who have enthusiastic to help me everywhere, although I am always in a doctrine, but I never worry about it. Those kind people who don't ask for a reply is all I can't forget in my life. I only keep singing for them to sing. After leaving Xinjiang, I went along the Silk Road to Dunhuang, Jiayuguan, Lanzhou, Xi'an, then arrived in Chengdu, Leshan, Da County, Chongqing, and finally returned to Beijing. In the nearly four months of journey, I have experienced a scene of unforgettable streets to sing life. At each strange place to strange people, I have no strange feelings and scenes. In the spring of 93 years, I have completed the "Torr", "Little Fish", "Xiaoyang Dream", etc. I have been willing to sing and will always be willing to sing. In early 94, I found the most significant and most worth learning things from a large number of foreign record garbage, which is the top three albums of Bob Dillan. It became the spiritual food of my time. I listened and studied at the end of the day. Although I didn't understand his lyrics, it was attracted by the spiritual connotation of the sound of the sound and the pure people of the accompaniment. At the same time, I firmly firmly pursue this pure people's style of music. I have said with my friends: "How is this buddy?", "And threatening to become China's Dilen. For this goal, I am crazy collecting his information, although the market about Dilen is less than the introduction of Dilan, the death "death metal" is "Shell Lang." I have found Dilen's lyrics from abroad, and there are also various information, and I have introduced a malicious frame. From the information display Dilong's roots are black folk music, this is a fundamental issue. Through Dillen, I also found more valuable names: Woody Gust, Peter Sig, Robert Johnson, etc. Through the research of these people, I found that all the public prizes were consciously complained in all kinds of violent institutions through the underlying life of the society. For example, Dylan's "who killed Dai Wei Mo Mo" Di Gusri's "Cruise", Peter Sig's "Where is the flower". They taught the functionality and social nature of my folk songs, so I began to calmly observe and think about the various factors of society, and the idea of enriching the lyrics creation is written as "roasted white potato". "Night has deep / wind Also stop / lonely street / see the brothers of the passers-by / selling the sweet potato / back to the cold in the nest / sleep / don't have to sigh! There is always one day you will go to heaven / there is no police and business. " Why is these words not used to comfort me? Because I sold in the street for over the years, I didn't worry about being taken away by the police, and the money in my pocket was not fined. Here I am not going to curse the police himself, let alone, which police are not the civilian people?
I sailed seven in the art galler. For the first time, I have been involved in March 93, when the art gallery exhibited Rodin's sculpture. There are a lot of people, I also often sell singing. One afternoon I just sang a few songs on the railings, there were two police officers. I didn't say it to me, I'm going to "咣". To stop my singing, and bring me back to the police station forced. In the face of violence, what else can I be silent and strong? I am a piece of meat as you slaughter! Fortunately, the police saw that I was honest. In addition to the penalty, I didn't put me, I used me after a threatening and warning. If the police always interfere, then I will not go to the street to sell it? No, at least I don't think what I did wrong, and I didn't let the traffic, disturb the social security, for my heart, I don't sell? If you think that smugglers have been in order to make money, even the journey is not afraid, let alone what I do is meaningful? I think I think I am not afraid. It is nothing to do in a year, I have to earn it.
In this time, a long police attitude is also moderate. There is a matter of things that you can explain, that is, I have happened recently. On August 20, 99, I just sang half an hour in the art gallery. At this time, two police officers came over, I saw this The posture has only stopped singing. When the police got off the bus, I went to me to say: "Do you? Which? Where? ID card! ID card!" I quickly took out the ID card, my hands handed the past, the police saw it is a foreign identity Certificate, "" There is a temporary license? "" No, I am coming to travel. "" Tourism? Don't tease, you can be famous, pack things to take us. "This is broken, my The future is full of unknown, and it is a dangerous period of the three no one in the National Day. But I am not afraid, I am not hurt again, I will go back to Changping, I can also see those old friends, and repel the 93 years of experience. The strange thing is that this time I was brought to the downtown, there were seven or eight police officers in the air conditioner, "It's you, how is your courage? You don't know when it is?" I used to grasp me The police rushed to me, at this time, the police that looked at my ID card was not as fierce when I just grabbed me, and I also handed me a smoke and said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Then said to other police officers: " The buddies sang in the art galleries for several years. I turned out that I went to my casual clothes. I went to listen to him singing, sang awesome, people are eating, I don't know if it is the lack of fight 110, no matter what I have Going back to him back. "This time I was in my heart. At this time, the police then said:" What you sing is written? "" Yes. "" That's good! Sing to us to sing you Song, you have to sing us, or be amused, you have a matter, how is it. "I want to sing and cry may not be too easy, but tease your music, still no problem, The guy sang "sample dry". After singing, all the police were happy, there are many policemen who come over from other houses. At this time, I also said that I am like the old friend, the police is also people. Later, the policeman who arrested me said to the director: "For two days, we went to Lingshan to bring him on, let him help us." And ask me to be willing to go, I am willing to go. In the end, the police sent me down and gave me two packs of smoke. I also said that I have a lot of attention. If life is really a problem, he can help me let me sing, and I will solemnly call me a big day after tomorrow. I will go to Lingshan on time. On August 23rd, I arrived at the police station on time and took the police car to Lingshan. At eating, the police introduced me to the colleague to the place and called me to sing "sample dry" on the wine table. After the applause, the applause is like a thunder. Finally, the police also said to me: "Come to a" roasted white potato ", sing this ugly society!" Sing, all the police are silent. Wait until the next day, the director of the police station said to me: "Yang Yi, you stay more than one night! Tomorrow, there are more than 30 people in our place." And call the boss to entertain me. After that, I have become friends with many policemen. This is the charm of singing, the power of art, she should be the soul of all people, if the artist does not criticize and caring the soul, it is not possible to receive people's support and respect.
