i promised this would be done today, but the mix is sounding weird and i don't really know what to do about it. i'm considering starting from scratch, but really don't want to. i've just somehow lost a lot of bass and gained a lot of treble and don't understand what's causing it.
i've also developed a headache, probably from the stress of it not sounding correctly. so, i need to sleep it off.
this has happened before and it's sounded "right" when i woke up. hopefully, that happens this time, as well.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
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.
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.
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