Chapter 18 Chapter 5: The Hard-to-Break Radio Host

At that time, there were countless radio show hosts in Hangzhou, and everyone tried their best to show all kinds of programs, each with its own merits. I have to admit, there is one person I still admire today, and that is David.Among the most popular radio hosts in Hangzhou at that time, he was the one with great style.Like many master watchmakers and seal carving masters, what David showed in the program was not so much superb skills, nor was it a mystery that could not be spread, but a simple and simple sincerity. The program he worked on at the time was called "Modern Warmth". The content of the program was reciting poems with music.Of course, the poems he selected for everyone were very good, so gradually, everyone felt his sincerity.

In Buddhism, it is said that the heart should be pure, and it is very appropriate to apply it to his artistic pursuit.Although Mandarin is not so fluent, it expresses deep affection for the audience, and the carefully selected poems are his painstaking efforts. "Modern Warmth" is a show at 11 o'clock every night, not prime time, but David insisted on doing what he wanted to do, and finally won the admiration of countless people, including me.I once heard a small tidbit of his recording program: in order to make a background sound effect for a sentence of a poem—the graceful sound of a match when it is lit, he bought matches and struck them one by one. Root, if the second root doesn’t work, then the third root...

I've never counted how many matches there are in a box, but I've heard he used up six of them for a moment that most people don't notice. Authentic literary and artistic youth and the positioning of a technical geek, David has a calm and indifferent attitude like an old monk when he hosts any program, and he will not adjust his style due to changes in the content of the program.I especially like to listen to an afternoon program he made, because he needs to broadcast a weather forecast in the middle.The tone of the mouth is still like a poem reciting: "Next, for you, let me introduce the weather conditions for tomorrow. Tomorrow, it will turn cloudy to light rain... Then, let us come together and listen to a piece of "Forget You" by Da Zhangwei. "..."

Da Zhangwei never sang "Forget You" at all, and Dawei is a man of the world, but his sincerity makes us not only not pick mistakes, but feel that even mistakes can be so sincere.No way, David gave the impression of being so sincere.In fact, not only David, but "random and unchanged" is almost the Achilles' heel of all radio hosts, a problem that cannot be corrected even if killed.I can’t blame them, you know, every day when you walk into the closed broadcasting room and sit in front of the huge glass, what you feel is the same time, the same space, and an unchanging self.

In a sense, breaking through style is much harder than building style, especially for a radio host.After all, they can only show themselves by shaping the high recognition of their voices. In the absence of horizontal comparison and vertical comments, it is difficult to change the qualitative. However, unlike most radio hosts, I always want to explore different styles. In other words, I never think that a person in his twenties has to establish a fixed style. I hope that everyone can use different programs. Feel the different Hua Shao.Wouldn't it be a pity if you framed yourself to death at a young age?

In the long seven years, I also have a deeper understanding of myself.My voice, which is becoming more and more familiar to everyone, appears in various types of programs, showing a different version of me: entertainment programs laugh and scold, music programs are quiet and deep, sports programs are eloquent, and news programs are serious. Although different programs can have different styles, I gradually realized that there are only a few styles to choose from. I seem to have walked into a besieged city. Although the besieged city is warm and comfortable without wind or rain, I feel more and more panicked.Is this all my life?Am I going to live in the fairy tale of "Taxi God" all the time?Living in countless letters from "Hu XX"?

No, I want to go outside the siege to have a look.