Cheerilee In the 1960s in the American folk circle, a singer named Dave Van Ronk was active, and his most well-known identity is probably not a folk singer, but a singer with the same name. The famous singer Bob Dylan is inextricably linked.
He appeared in Bob Dylan's most impoverished days, brought him a relatively stable job and income, taught him the technique of ballad singing, and thus set off a second wave of American folk music revival.
Later, the famous Hollywood directors Coen Brothers, based on Dave Van Ranke, created a singer named Llewyn Davis and made a movie called "The Ballad of Drunken Country".
Llewyn Davis is a folk singer waiting to be discovered. He was so poor that he couldn't even afford to rent an apartment, and he ran from one friend's sofa to another friend's sofa every day.
He was in desperation and enlarged his lover's belly, so he could only sacrifice the opportunity to sign up to get money to give his lover an abortion. When he made an appointment with the doctor, he unexpectedly learned that he had become a father.
He was hesitant and struggling, his partner committed suicide by jumping off the bridge, and his relatives did not understand and did not support his music dream, and strongly advised him to resume his old business.
In desperation, he hitched a ride to Chicago in an attempt to save his music career one last time.
On the way, the companion who shared the gas money died violently, the driver was taken away by the traffic police, Llewyn left the car and the unknown cat who accompanied him all the way, and went on the road alone.
Along the way, I was chased at a coffee shop, and I was chased at the train station. In the severe winter, there is no coat to protect from the cold, and the socks are soaked in snow water, but none of this is chilling without a single comment from the agent.
Llewyn waited for an hour and finally came to the agent. After a ballad, the agent threw out coldly: "I don't see a lot of money here." The words denied his talents and dreams.
He really couldn't accept it, but he could only go home and rely on his lover to sell his body in exchange for a performance opportunity.
Did Llewyn finally succeed? The video doesn't give an answer. But it tells you that every person who is struggling between dream and reality is, in the words of Llewyn's lover, a piece of shit before he becomes famous.
"Because you are shit! Everything you touch turns to shit, you're like king Midas's idiot brother."
Because you are a slob! What is the difference between you and the foolish king who turns gold into gold?
Hard-pressed dreams, snobbish reality, and embarrassed dream chasers, in order to realize their own value, even if they run into walls and bleed, all they get is ruthless neglect and denial.
Is it not persistent enough? If so, he could have resumed his old business long ago and continued to be a sailor on a ship, at least not worrying about his livelihood.
Is talent not enough to meet dreams? If so, why did a herring minor tune written as a child move his father who lost his language function?
This is a utilitarian world after all. It's about heroes with success. Successful people gain both fame and fortune, and the past can be washed away no matter how unbearable it is. Those who fail will always be ridiculed and ridiculed, struggling between dreams and reality.
As it was in America in the 1960s, it is the same in the world today.
Dabing likes to tell a story to singers over and over again.
Several musician friends carried guitars, tambourines, and Dongbura on their backs, swimming all the way, and went deep into the northwest hinterland to collect folklore. On the way, they met an old woman, and her singing voice was amazing.
They were greedy for the old woman's sound of nature, and spent the night in an adobe house. Everyone sang one after another around the firewood.
The old man lived alone and sang songs all his life in the wilderness. For the first time, he had so many listeners. He was so excited that he couldn't know what to do all night.
The next day, they said goodbye, and they didn’t go far. The old woman caught up and asked hesitantly, “What do you people who sing to live on?”
Three or five men, under the vicious sun, were silent. , tears flowed.
On the way to work hard for my dream, I am often asked questions that I do not want to face. For example, "How much is your monthly manuscript fee? Is it enough to live?" "How many fans do you have? Are you rewarded?" "Feng Tang is 50 yuan per word, how much is your word worth?
" , is really speechless. The most difficult to face, often the people who ask these questions are the people who are the closest and the best. They care about your food and drink, they worry about your livelihood. Only when you have enough food and clothing, and have money and pocket money, will you not give your dreams an ice bucket fight in the name of love. But only you know that hope is your food and hard work is your pocket money.
However, as a real human being, you can't completely see money as dung. Instead, money should be the hallmark of achieving your dreams. It's just that, before it's converted into money, any dream won't make it easy for people to see its money path.
When I was talking to my friends about my manuscripts and the reality of book publishing today, when I said that novice authors might not get royalties because of their popularity, and most of them would be bought out at very low prices, my friend said: "I also plan to write A book has already been conceived, but my book will sell at least 100,000."
I am happy for her lofty ideals, but also aching for my humble pursuit. I remembered the reason why an editor rejected the manuscript some time ago: "I feel that the audience is not large." To put it bluntly, that is what the agent said to Llewyn: "I don't see a lot of money here."
I don't know . How did my friend measure that my first book was worth 100,000, and I don’t know what the editors used to measure my manuscript as “not a big audience”, but I found that I didn’t seem to have estimated that my dream should be worth it. how much.
I don't know how to estimate, I only know that I have to write every day. Every minute must be in the state of typing, so that precious time is not wasted in vain. Every time I leave the computer, I feel a deep sense of guilt and self-blame.
More often, I am like a night fugitive with a chasing army behind me, trying to keep on my way until dawn. If you slack off a little, you will be hurt by the cold arrow behind you. Even if he finally survived until the dawn reappears, he still doesn't know what is waiting in front of him.
I don't know if every successful person is as humble and insignificant as me before fame and fortune. But I know that if I can't stand these lowliness and insignificance, my dream will never be able to sell for a price.
So I can only run at night. With the peripheral vision in the darkness, he cut through thorns and thorns, discerned the direction with his senses in the dense jungle, climbed the mountains and opened a path of his own. This road is only accompanied by loneliness and darkness, but it is enough to think about the joy and detachment when running.
Before the filming of "The Girl We Chased Together in Those Years", no one was optimistic about the film at all, with lack of funds and scarce resources. Jiu Dao said to his agent, Chai Zhiping, "Sister Chai, we will spend half the money alone, and we will finish the filming."
Chai Zhiping asked why he wanted to catch her. Nine Swords said: "I have always wanted to say a handsome dialogue that I have bought a house and a car in my life, but the most expensive thing I have ever bought is a dream."
I hope my dream can also be true It's very expensive, it's worthy of the coldness and cold eyes I endured, and the loneliness and darkness I endure. Then, I'll push even harder, never ending.
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