I am booked for Monday and Tuesday in the studio to help engineer some tracks for one of my friends, and to start work on the demo. Yes. For real. And, if all else fails, i’ll at least bring back my horrible mix of “Punk.” I promise. You’ll hate it. I promise you’ll hate it.
Finals are over. My Literature teacher somehow managed to give me a B. I finished all of my studio work. Selina went home for break. I’m sitting in the middle of the floor with my bass (turns out my amp is a bass amp … who knew?) using my suddenly reacquired magic ear to pick out bass runs from “Raspberry Swirl.” It’s a true song, you know…
As an example of the insanity the studio has driven me to, that last post was really only 6 hours into my ordeal, although now it’s ending at exactly 8 hours after i first entered the room. Aside from walking Bill & Laurel to the front doors of the building, i have been inside this room or down the hall at the water fountain for the entire time. No eating, no fresh air, no break.
So, what did i get done? Both mixing labs mentioned below, plus a midi-mockup of Tori Amos’s “Concertina” that sounds incredibly shoddy. I skipped one project because it was plainly awful and i couldn’t get the computer to play any sounds at all by that point. I honestly made my best effort to get all the assignments for this class done, seeing as i managed to miss it for everything from funerals, to being collapsed on the bathroom floor, to my week home with pneumonia. Ironically, scrambling to do all of this catchup work has left me much more competent than i was to begin with in the studio, so even if my professor is kind enough to give me a C i’ll have come away with many more skills than i ever intended to.
Of course, that C assumes he accepts every one of my projects late, lets me take the make up test for one i missed, and that i can somehow manage to pass the final despite not knowing anything on it. yeah… it does look a bit bleak, doesn’t it? Oh well… i’m outta here.
Eek! Would you believe i’ve been in the studio for 8 hours and i have nothing to show for it? Well… i’m sweaty, and i broke a couple of strings, and i have one minute of “With or Without You” recorded with four or five guitars. But now! Now comes my masterpiece … “Punk” in all of it’s illustrious splendor: rhythm guitars, pseudo-basses, and plainly awful vocal harmonies. Awww yeah….
*sigh* … it’s a shame that i was so interested in hiding my private life from my friends at the time, because i’d love to go back and reread my first kiss with Selina. But, it’s not there. Not a single word. This is as close as it gets. Damned friends,… and so much for not jinxing it.
Tee-hee! Looks like Tom is getting ensnared in the life of another real person. I’ve got to say that i’m rather happy for him, as it’s always cute to read as bloggers slowly fall into like (or love, or whatever) with someone (and i can’t say it’s awful reading about fleeting liplocks and exchanged numbers… it makes me feel like i get out more than i actually do. Which i don’t. Which is funny, because i can really be a voyeur within the walls of my own apartment without employing my clumsy pair of binoculars. But, i digress…). Of course, it’s never fun to read about them falling out. So, erm… Tom, please just get married after your first few dates so you don’t subject us to any misery later on down the line – though i have to say that this nervous business about calling him is downright adorable. And, Tom? Please do try not to drool down your chin… and have fun.