He is a worker in a coal mining company, shuttling between the office and the mine; He is also bar owners of Baidu couplet bar, carving colorful articles and couplets with keyboard (because the words are too bad); He arranged all the songs for the first two albums. He sometimes growls; Sometimes speak softly; Sometimes elegant and fragrant words; Sometimes cynical; Wild blues and Confucian ideal of self-cultivation coexist in contradiction and harmony in him. I have seen too many cold worlds and too many theories of success or failure. Now, he just wants to write down Wang's joys and sorrows with Qin Wei's pen. He is the lead singer and guitar of the band: Cheng Yafei.
He is a musical urchin of an eccentric elf. As a child, his ascetic piano practice experience and his band career from a weak crown made him familiar with various musical elements. He is an ardent admirer of China classical folk music, and his messy long hair and beard exude poetic and drunken temperament. He did all the orchestration work for the first two albums. He has practiced clothing stalls and opened restaurants; For him who is becoming more and more mature now, music is a language as familiar as his mother tongue, and he can use it to express his feelings. He is the keyboard player of "Wandering Gentlemen" band: Jin Dapeng.
He used the guitar as a brush; As a machete; Have their own strange ideas. Sometimes he is like a fire, burning every joint of the audience with a twisted roar; Sometimes it's like the deep sea, the vibration of the strings is like the waves planting blue notes in your heart. He is an elf wandering in various musical styles, and the roots of blues have been deeply flowing in his blood. He can be crazy, he can also be gentle, and the only constant is his endless creativity and almost religious piety when performing. He is the guitarist of the band: Wei Wei.
He is the only zebra African drum brand holder in China who insists on making African tambourines with environmentally friendly materials, carving one precious instrument after another with his hands; He is a master of drum music, and the rhythm of jumping exists directly in his blood; He is a generous and tolerant predecessor, and he is the first object that band members pour out when they have worries. He is our big brother, our leader and our sun (everyone stands up and applauds for three minutes). If the music of a dissolute gentleman is like a tree, it is not a trunk standing in the wind; Dapeng is a slender and colorful branch; Vivian is a gorgeous flower; Then he is the source of silence and firmness. Without his support, the band would never have prospered today. He is the percussionist of Mr. Wandering: Brother Hong.
Four friends, three bottles of beer, two lives and a band. When they gather in one place, what kind of music sparks will there be?
As the saying goes:
Three cups of old dreams, who can remember them, are on cloud nine and dazzling.
Listen to me, a tune is fixed, the string of cinnabar is broken, and the blues is broken.
The prodigal son is also a rambling person; A gentleman is also a modest gentleman. Gather three or five friends, pick a note, whether it's orchestral or bamboo slips, right under the emperor's ribs, breathing alcohol and exhaust gas in 49 cities, making jokes about yesterday, today and tomorrow. As a result, four mature men drank off the freedom of blues, teased the sour taste of bean juice and smiled slightly at the gloomy city. This is a dissolute gentleman, and this is their music.