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I went to bed at 8pm and woke up at 8am for the first time in what seems like half a decade. Pretty soon here, I'm going to have to get up, go get a cup of piping joe and some breakfast. I start my first day of training today at 6pm. The job is in the Atlantic/Pacific terminal where I used to catch the LIRR such a very long time ago. My feelings about getting a job are far too complex to really get into. A mixture of fear, anxiety, relief, worry, excitement among other things. But hey, I can go to the corner store and get a pack of cigarettes now instead of rolling TOP. That shit gets old after a while.
I've also made plans to start recording soon. I met a guy who plays guitar in Wombat, as well as a few other not so good punk bands. He works in a studio and wants to play drums on all my shit. He also has a grand and upright piano that I will be able to use at my convenience. I figure I'll buy Reason or something, a couple condensers, a relatively cheap computer tower, a decent set of speakers, a plastic sound barrier to record acoustic instruments behind (my room doesn't have the greatest acoustics...probably the lack of a legitimate ceiling), and an external. I'm still figuring out how I'm going to do violin but I'm considering just buying Sheila a bus ticket to NYC instead of going there with my laptop. I don't particularly want to fuck up my laptop by putting Reason and all of my shit on it. I can easily do drums/piano at Sam's studio. All I would need to do is put the files on an external, pack the mics/external up to the studio, and open the files on his computer; I just need to be sure whatever program I decide on is completely compatible with his. I will most likely be highly overwhelmed with the work load when it does come time to get serious. Then, I forget while making all these plans, what if the songs turn out not worth a damn? Oh well right. Sometimes it's good to go out on a limb and I wouldn't be happy with myself unless I got these 18 songs down properly. It would drive me nuts thinking, "Shit I wonder what a trumpet would sound like right there or some slide guitar or drums or tambourine or whatever." I take shit way too seriously. Off to get some coffee/cigarettes/vegan dumplings (so fucking delicious).
I've also made plans to start recording soon. I met a guy who plays guitar in Wombat, as well as a few other not so good punk bands. He works in a studio and wants to play drums on all my shit. He also has a grand and upright piano that I will be able to use at my convenience. I figure I'll buy Reason or something, a couple condensers, a relatively cheap computer tower, a decent set of speakers, a plastic sound barrier to record acoustic instruments behind (my room doesn't have the greatest acoustics...probably the lack of a legitimate ceiling), and an external. I'm still figuring out how I'm going to do violin but I'm considering just buying Sheila a bus ticket to NYC instead of going there with my laptop. I don't particularly want to fuck up my laptop by putting Reason and all of my shit on it. I can easily do drums/piano at Sam's studio. All I would need to do is put the files on an external, pack the mics/external up to the studio, and open the files on his computer; I just need to be sure whatever program I decide on is completely compatible with his. I will most likely be highly overwhelmed with the work load when it does come time to get serious. Then, I forget while making all these plans, what if the songs turn out not worth a damn? Oh well right. Sometimes it's good to go out on a limb and I wouldn't be happy with myself unless I got these 18 songs down properly. It would drive me nuts thinking, "Shit I wonder what a trumpet would sound like right there or some slide guitar or drums or tambourine or whatever." I take shit way too seriously. Off to get some coffee/cigarettes/vegan dumplings (so fucking delicious).