VO-BB - 19 YEARS OLD!

[Mike]

[John M]

It's time to wallpaper my entire room in sound foam! Anyone have an extra $12,000 I could borrow?

[Drew]

Two words: Furniture Pads. http://www.harborfreight.com/cpi/ctaf/displayitem.taf?Itemnumber=47262

Real cheap. They work fine too.
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[Charlie Channel]

GA GA Goo Goo

It was a cold and dark night. I was doing fine, in 2001. But, then the dot com implosion occurred and, what the hell. So, I went looking for a little analog mixer to attach to my cassette machine, which hadn't been used for years. Then, I couldn't find one, anywhere. Not one at any Radio Shack in the entire region! Not at Fry's. Yea, things had really gone sour.

I went to a music shop. "No, what you need is a DIGITAL mixer," he told me. "Everything's digital now. And a mic, too. They're cheap. Everybody uses the SM-58, even all the Grand Old Ophry singers."

I got this Boss mixer and then the mic. But, then something more was needed. I had to get a 128 meg card for the mixer. I found it. It worked.

The day broke, bright and sunny. My first gig was a narration. The Boss mixer and the Shure 58 in the closet would work. Nobody would ever know the difference. Except, the floor of the closet creaked and it got hot, too. But, mostly it was the creaky floor. And, when I put the headphones on, I could hear everything. Birds. Dogs barking. And, this low frequency rumble. I turned the gain down and worked after midnight.

I finished the job. Burned a CD and gave it to the engineer. He said he could take care of everything. The client was happy. All was well. I got paid. That's all that matters.

But . . . the damned Mbox I had seen in the store. That was really something. It haunted my memory. Plus, I wouldn't have to edit using time codes. Yea, that's all I need.

I got the Mbox. But, then, the creaky floor in the closet really got to me. I had to stand in one place, read and sweat. Gestures? Humph. Oh, and the computer had to be outside the bedroom, too. Cables.

When I looked at the monitor, I could see something. It was like a blip at very low frequency. Noise. I didn't want that. I hated it. I knew "hate" was a stong word to use and I shouldn't think it. I was ashamed. Every time I saw it on the CRT, my rage grew. I tried to control mhyself. But, I really hated that low, very low frequency rumble. It was like I could hear the air.

Something was missing, I feared. I needed . . . well . . . something . . . more. Then, everything would be all right. Life would be fine. Flowers would bloom. Children would play. The sun would rise, again. I'd be happy. And, I could find it. I would find it. The answer is out there, I thought. And, damn it, bit by bit and byte by byte, it would be Digitally mine! And, then, I'll really be fine. I was on the path. It led me here, to GA.

But, I just want to tell everybody here I am NOT addicted. I will say it again! I'm no addict. And, I'm not in denial. I haven't bought a thing for . . . since . . . I swear . . . since . . . two weeks ago. And, it wasn't really something I bought. It was like some thing I really needed, because one of my computers broke.

I think I'll sit down now.

Charlie A

[mcm]

Too funny Charlie!

Don't look to me for support - I would just enable you. Not proud of my microphone rap sheet ....