All that scratching is making me itch. I just replaced my needles the other day, and in celebration, made a little scratch practice track yesterday afternoon:
Scratchy_6.01.mp3 (6 MB): I am obsessed with phrasing.
(^ Somebody go tell ck to get off Q-Bert's dick: The dick is full, sir . . . please step away from the dick.)
The track I'm scratching over is Keys to Be, by Express Rising.
The track (and therefore the mp3 posted above) is a product of one kindness begetting another; when I moved to Kansas a month ago, I left my desktop computer with my friend Rich. Rich was between projects (the sound design vacation), and was using the time off to do some sound design for a friend's film project. But his own computer didn't have the mojo to run ProTools, so he had to make the hour and a quarter commute to his office in order to work on the film!
I suggested that he take G-fizzle (my desktop) -- I would move to Kansas with only my laptop (more than suitable for 90% of my work needs; G-Fizzle is a sorely underutilized vanity system) and he could send G-Fiz to me later on. That way, if the shipping company fucked the pony, I would at least have left my digital life safe with him. For his part, he could recoup two to three hours each day by commuting from the bedroom to the living room. Win-win.
(Rich produces music under the name Commute, so this is a particularly satisfying way to be helpful to him; there is a linguistic irony there that resonates and is powerful.)
He returned the desktop to me this week, and yesterday afternoon I was finally able to set it up. When I did so, I found out that in order to express his gratitude, Rich had loaded G-Fizzle with about six gigabytes of mp3s. In 'Merica, we call that a fuckload of mp3s.
In Europe, that is a metric fuckload of mp3s.
Scratchy_6.01.mp3 (6 MB): I am obsessed with phrasing.
(^ Somebody go tell ck to get off Q-Bert's dick: The dick is full, sir . . . please step away from the dick.)
The track I'm scratching over is Keys to Be, by Express Rising.
The track (and therefore the mp3 posted above) is a product of one kindness begetting another; when I moved to Kansas a month ago, I left my desktop computer with my friend Rich. Rich was between projects (the sound design vacation), and was using the time off to do some sound design for a friend's film project. But his own computer didn't have the mojo to run ProTools, so he had to make the hour and a quarter commute to his office in order to work on the film!
I suggested that he take G-fizzle (my desktop) -- I would move to Kansas with only my laptop (more than suitable for 90% of my work needs; G-Fizzle is a sorely underutilized vanity system) and he could send G-Fiz to me later on. That way, if the shipping company fucked the pony, I would at least have left my digital life safe with him. For his part, he could recoup two to three hours each day by commuting from the bedroom to the living room. Win-win.
(Rich produces music under the name Commute, so this is a particularly satisfying way to be helpful to him; there is a linguistic irony there that resonates and is powerful.)
He returned the desktop to me this week, and yesterday afternoon I was finally able to set it up. When I did so, I found out that in order to express his gratitude, Rich had loaded G-Fizzle with about six gigabytes of mp3s. In 'Merica, we call that a fuckload of mp3s.
In Europe, that is a metric fuckload of mp3s.
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facet5:
YOU PISS TAKING BASTARD - HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME SMILE
unnecessaryz:
Actually, my conditioning was top notch. I may not train jiu-jitsu full time, but when I'm not in class, I'm at the gym. I was beat by my own mistakes. For some reason, I got really paranoid about the clock and did things a lot faster and a lot sloppier than I would have if I just relaxed. Good thing I never make the same mistake twice.