okay I will abide by the new rules
A weekend off! Here I sit, the entire evening burned away, and I have accomplished nothing. That I was hovering on the brink of succumbing to this flu-like thing all week may have something to do with my malaise this evening. I have been ignoring the urge to post here because I have felt nothing worthy of sharing. So much to do, and so little time… tomarrow, my Mom and Paul’s B-Day will be celebrated, and I have yet to shop for either. First, I need to tackle some household chores. The whole concept of organization in recording has escaped my doings at home over the past couple of months. I have tidied up here and there, but overall my desktop and surroundings are in need of major attention. “Chaos is optional,” is a quote I like (not sure who said it....don't really care). In my case, chaos has become more like the word of the year. Luckily, all of by bills are set up to be paid automatically - I just watch the money disappear from my account. Being a hermit has its benefits. Nobody sees the clothes hanging about my studio or the kitty hair build-up on the drapes and
my Mesa Boogie Dual Rectifier head. Hermitage also has its downfalls: nobody to tidy up for, a lackadaisical attitude toward my surroundings, and I sink deeper into the abyss of “the single guy” role every day. Were I to fall into some kind of meaningful relationship at this point, I would soon either: a) run screaming into the nearest deep forest, or b) smother them to the point that they would do the same. Not a winning proposition on either front. My sister’s recent marriage has made me more conscious of my singledom (not a word, I know). For a lot of years we commiserated with each other about our relationship problems, or the lack of candidates for relationships in our lives. Now, she is happily married and has been contentedly in this relationship for several years. It’s not that there haven’t been women willing to take the reigns and plan a life for me. That is the point. I was not willing to have my future planned for me, or someone telling me what direction our lives would take together. I was like a cornered animal when faced with someone telling me how it was going to be. Today, I would like to be a willing participant in a mutual dream for the future. However, the prospects of someone being able to tolerate my self-centeredness and prior-relationship-damaged self are probably not good. That it took me nearly 39 years to figure out what was important to me in life does not help matters any. For now, I will concentrate on getting my surroundings a little organized and try to focus more on tomarrow and less on my expectations. I just woke up and realized I'm married with 3 kids and the nightmare of re-recording tracks has me dreaming of less responsibility and more time to record. Wow that was weird.
Dantell's quote for the day "My expectations are my disability."
kay Pipelineaudio, what I want is nothing but opinions on a few mixes. You become biased to your own music and additional ears may hear something that you don't and critique is very valuable so I might turn out a better sounding product. Maybe one day I'll actually finish an albums worth of material. "Opinions" whether good or bad............help the final product.