
sjoko2
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OK guys, I'm taking a break from varnishing (got a headache), so its CONFESSION TIME!!
Now I just know that EVERYONE must have done something really stupid when building a studio. Come on ... confess
Of cause this thread is purely educational - so we'll know what not to do (or is it 'coz I need to know I'm not the one-and-only Stupido Surprimo?).
I suggest we put a panel of judges together ( John, Brian, Big K, Kelly - are you game?) to hand out the HomeRecording Klutz of the Year Award. Judges have to qualify by posting at least one major goof, and cannot vote for themselves. Who posted the "what do you master to" click-on thing? Perhaps he can do the same for this.
Prizes: I put up a prize, I'll mix and master a track for the winner, or alternatively master a CD, whatever the choice.
Anyone else want to put a prize in the kitty?
I recon I'm hard to beat. But hey! I ain't no builder! And I've been at it in this place for 6 months now! So... here goes:
1) Seen the pictures of my control room front wall on John's Studios under Construction site? What you can't see on the pictures is a big red-brown spot on the cloth. That is where I missed the timber lath between the insulation, and fastened the cloth, through my finger, onto the rear wall with a pneumatic stapler. A bummer when you're stapled to a wall and you can't reach pliers to pull a 1 1/2" staple out. Can you imagine how proud I was when I shouted for someone - anyone, to come and hand me my pliers but nobody could hear me? That is when I found out acoustic treatment really works. (by the way - it did hurt, went straight through the bone, had to use a wirecutter to cut the staple, someone heard me after about 6 minutes)
2) Do you ever read all the info on pots of paint, glue and the like? Everything seems to have something dangerous in it. But you gotta use it right? I was working in the control room, gluing AST felt onto sheets of ply before fastening them to the ceiling. The air system was in already, and on. So I was happily using contact glue. Stinks like hell, but after a while you don't smell it anymore. After about 6 hours I was "tuning" a panel in the peak of the roof, standing on top of a ladder. Tapped on the panel and thought: "mmmm.... could do with another screw just there". So, driver and screw in hand, I stepped to my left. Pity that there was no ladder there...., smacked about 6 feet down. After I (sort off) regained some level of consciousness I realized that I had been (and still was) as stoned as a drunken parrot from the glue fumes.
3) I walked down the stairs with a sheet of 4 x 6" 3/4" particleboard in my hands (that's stupid for a start - its to heavy to carry on your own!). Almost at the bottom of the stairs, the laces of my left boot caught in the hook of the laces of my right foot. Funny feeling if your leg suddenly refuses to move. It was a bit like a rugby tackle, only instead of a ball I was carrying the particleboard. Also unlike rugby, nobody to pass it to. Apart from that, had there been anyone there I don't think they would have caught it anyway. The concrete was coming towards me at great speed (why are there no speed restrictions for things like that?) So I sort off forgot about the board and concentrated on breaking my fall. I did that pretty well. The particleboard seemed to prefer a soft landing as well, it choose 2 of my fingers. After talking to myself for a bit I noticed that my middle finger was at a funny angle, so I thought as it hearts anyway, I might as well set it now. A shot of whisky and a piece of wood between my teeth ... job done, spalk it, bandage it, ready. I thought my index finger wasn't broken, just fractured. Wrong!! Now it looks a bit funny. Remember a band called Stiff Little Fingers? I think I'd be able to get that sound now.
Come on guys - lets have yours!
Now I just know that EVERYONE must have done something really stupid when building a studio. Come on ... confess
Of cause this thread is purely educational - so we'll know what not to do (or is it 'coz I need to know I'm not the one-and-only Stupido Surprimo?).
I suggest we put a panel of judges together ( John, Brian, Big K, Kelly - are you game?) to hand out the HomeRecording Klutz of the Year Award. Judges have to qualify by posting at least one major goof, and cannot vote for themselves. Who posted the "what do you master to" click-on thing? Perhaps he can do the same for this.
Prizes: I put up a prize, I'll mix and master a track for the winner, or alternatively master a CD, whatever the choice.
Anyone else want to put a prize in the kitty?
I recon I'm hard to beat. But hey! I ain't no builder! And I've been at it in this place for 6 months now! So... here goes:
1) Seen the pictures of my control room front wall on John's Studios under Construction site? What you can't see on the pictures is a big red-brown spot on the cloth. That is where I missed the timber lath between the insulation, and fastened the cloth, through my finger, onto the rear wall with a pneumatic stapler. A bummer when you're stapled to a wall and you can't reach pliers to pull a 1 1/2" staple out. Can you imagine how proud I was when I shouted for someone - anyone, to come and hand me my pliers but nobody could hear me? That is when I found out acoustic treatment really works. (by the way - it did hurt, went straight through the bone, had to use a wirecutter to cut the staple, someone heard me after about 6 minutes)
2) Do you ever read all the info on pots of paint, glue and the like? Everything seems to have something dangerous in it. But you gotta use it right? I was working in the control room, gluing AST felt onto sheets of ply before fastening them to the ceiling. The air system was in already, and on. So I was happily using contact glue. Stinks like hell, but after a while you don't smell it anymore. After about 6 hours I was "tuning" a panel in the peak of the roof, standing on top of a ladder. Tapped on the panel and thought: "mmmm.... could do with another screw just there". So, driver and screw in hand, I stepped to my left. Pity that there was no ladder there...., smacked about 6 feet down. After I (sort off) regained some level of consciousness I realized that I had been (and still was) as stoned as a drunken parrot from the glue fumes.
3) I walked down the stairs with a sheet of 4 x 6" 3/4" particleboard in my hands (that's stupid for a start - its to heavy to carry on your own!). Almost at the bottom of the stairs, the laces of my left boot caught in the hook of the laces of my right foot. Funny feeling if your leg suddenly refuses to move. It was a bit like a rugby tackle, only instead of a ball I was carrying the particleboard. Also unlike rugby, nobody to pass it to. Apart from that, had there been anyone there I don't think they would have caught it anyway. The concrete was coming towards me at great speed (why are there no speed restrictions for things like that?) So I sort off forgot about the board and concentrated on breaking my fall. I did that pretty well. The particleboard seemed to prefer a soft landing as well, it choose 2 of my fingers. After talking to myself for a bit I noticed that my middle finger was at a funny angle, so I thought as it hearts anyway, I might as well set it now. A shot of whisky and a piece of wood between my teeth ... job done, spalk it, bandage it, ready. I thought my index finger wasn't broken, just fractured. Wrong!! Now it looks a bit funny. Remember a band called Stiff Little Fingers? I think I'd be able to get that sound now.
Come on guys - lets have yours!