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Mar. 12th, 2005
day 32423423 in the Big Brother Studio
Mar. 12th, 2005 07:59 pmGod fucking damn.
I finally have Black Morning 90% ready to send off to be mixed (if, which has yet to be discovered, I can afford Mr Fryer's price).
I've been on it for the last four hours and only just had my second glass of vodka.. I'M THAT COMMITTED TO MAKING THIS SOUND GOOD.
And, thank the Dark Ones That Wait At the End of Time, it's sounding fucking epic.
I'm on my third or fourth relisten while sober.
I've been so worried about making this one sound perfect it's made me ill. Finally, I'm now starting to think it's been worth it.
It sucks when the thing you love most has so much attached to it that you can barely drag yourself in front of the sequencer for fear of fucking it up. Every time I open Cubase, I feel like I'm in the middle of the "naked at school" dream.
Yet again I learn the lesson that I glibly throw at anyone else during Bad Times: if you stick your head down and keep working, things often work out ok.
[exhale]
Annnnnnnnd relax.
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ynl is on his way over on the train, so I get to reward my dilligence with an evening of what promises to be seriously fucked up non-album music-making and vodka swilling.
Expect the Cunt-calling to start about 2am...
oh, fuck, man. If there were an emoticon for the blissful relief I feel right now, it would portray somehow an angel with a mouth full of honey sucking my cock.
I finally have Black Morning 90% ready to send off to be mixed (if, which has yet to be discovered, I can afford Mr Fryer's price).
I've been on it for the last four hours and only just had my second glass of vodka.. I'M THAT COMMITTED TO MAKING THIS SOUND GOOD.
And, thank the Dark Ones That Wait At the End of Time, it's sounding fucking epic.
I'm on my third or fourth relisten while sober.
I've been so worried about making this one sound perfect it's made me ill. Finally, I'm now starting to think it's been worth it.
It sucks when the thing you love most has so much attached to it that you can barely drag yourself in front of the sequencer for fear of fucking it up. Every time I open Cubase, I feel like I'm in the middle of the "naked at school" dream.
Yet again I learn the lesson that I glibly throw at anyone else during Bad Times: if you stick your head down and keep working, things often work out ok.
[exhale]
Annnnnnnnd relax.
ynl is on his way over on the train, so I get to reward my dilligence with an evening of what promises to be seriously fucked up non-album music-making and vodka swilling.Expect the Cunt-calling to start about 2am...
oh, fuck, man. If there were an emoticon for the blissful relief I feel right now, it would portray somehow an angel with a mouth full of honey sucking my cock.