Re: THe NAC Lots-O-Post Thread
cmonnn get a real computer and some real, digital recording hardware
Zero desire to ever record on something where I have to use a mouse. I had that setup for about 6 months, real nice PC, Presonus Firepod interface. Hated it and sold it to a friend for what I had in it.
I need faders, knobs, rack effects, as much analog as possible. Let the guitar and the amp do the work. The only way I'd record on a computer again is if the computer part is invisible, or if someone else is doing the recording work and I can yell at them until it sounds the way I want it to.
Actually, scratch that, if I have to yell at someone who's doing recording work for me, they're already not the right person. I'm very opinionated. :laugh:
Last time I did any work in a pro studio, I wasted 2 hours with the guy while he kept dicking around with the mix. Ended up leaving with all the raw individual tracks burned to a DVD and did the mixing myself at home.
Not saying my own stuff is perfect, nor do I have the equipment to make it so - on the right equipment though, I've had some extremely decent results.
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By the power invested in me I now revoke said law. The 3-line rule has now been removed.
Have fun boys.
2nded by the 2nd in command.
Wish I had a good storytime novel. I'll think about it.
side note: in searching for that thing about the 3-line rule, I came across this in a late night drunk post of mine from October. I'm glad I can make myself laugh at least. :laugh:
Some other chick from that same weekend. Kelli with an I. She was Miss Hawaiian Tropic of Atlantic City, and we were both up there from the same school. Her boyfriend was a douche but was one of the guys we knew from school. She ditched him, and she and I got extraordinarily hammered and fell asleep spooning on the sofa bed in the hotel room we had. Nothing happened. Except she neglected to warn me that she has a tendency to piss herself while sleeping when she gets hammered, and that's exactly what she did. I wake up unfulfilled with a lapful of piss. Nice. Later found out that the guy she was there with didn't give a crap about her and had experienced the same thing, numerous times. His loss?
