you know, sometimes i'm legitimately convinced that there's somebody else at the mixing console - that the computer is being controlled remotely, and there's some dipshit with a bag of doritos on his lap staring at a mixing board muttering to himself "no, no, no. this is all wrong. she wants to do it like this...", who then proceeds to fuck up everything i'm doing for the purposes of conforming to some stale concept of what is deemed to sound "correct".

i'm convinced of this because the mix tends to randomly change. and, so i curse at the ceiling and plead that this intervention ends, to various points of success. it's almost like they're on shift work, and my problem is with the overnight guy, because it seems to generally ease once the sun comes up.

i repeat the same things over and over again: you have no prerogative to fuck with my mix, no right to invade in my space. so, kindly fuck off.

but, for whatever reason it seems to be a temporary reprieve. whatever or whomever is in charge continually decides that i really don't know what i'm doing, that they're really helping...

not helping. not possible to help. only possible to interfere.

the more reasonable explanation is that i need to reboot the board from time to time.

but the perception is hard to shake....

and if i ever find the bastard, i may very well bash his head in with a shovel - if i can find a shovel in the moment, which is not likely to happen.