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Back Street Passion 2002-09-16 4:42 p.m. At the studio on Saturday, it was a tedious day of manually cleaning up a snare track that was to be salvaged from an ADAT. Mostly me sitting there while A.(my own A., as in man who owns recording studio) went off about his particular way of working with the software. Basically, he had to mute out all the bleeding sounds in between the snare hits. The client did not want to re-track the drums even though they had been poorly recorded at antother studio. It was really tedious; and once you do one edit, you can *see* on the screen what peices you have to cut out, so A. put on the classic rock station. He started quizzing me and the client. The client was a young Brazillian man about my age and A. was making fun of him becuase he didn't know any of the songs. Jethro Tull, Velvet Underground. A. would turn the radio down after the first riff and go, "Who is it? That should be all you need." A. kept winking at me and saying, "This guy, he's not a musician, he's a pop star." and stuff like, "Just wait till his cell phone starts ringing, he's got a 10:00 girl, an 11:00 girl, an 11:30 girl."We were all finished retracking bass and I say to A. how I will study Sonar more, so I can be of better use. He says, "Hold on Tara, wait, all this stuff (he sweeps his arm to cover all the equipment) means nothing without the music, without the passion." - 2002-09-16 1:20 p.m. Not so good today. Ubiquitous guilt and sadness are back. I never believe that it could be a cycle. I want to do something really stupid and dangerous. I’ll probably just go to sleep instead. I feel like a teenager who cuts themselves not because they want to die, but because they want to feel something, anything. |
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