i suppose that's what white lines are for
sing the following like the beach boys "wouldn't it be nice"
SNARE HIT!
wouldn't it be nice if i could stay up
and see the sun all the time
so that i can work and play
till my heart feels all contempt
oh, i was going to think of more stuff, but fuck it, i better sleep.
books i want to read, people i like to talk to, songs that need to be mixed, a tour i have to do, lots of things to do. but i only have one me and limited energy.
says to myself "the tour will train and make you a fit, energetic, hunky man, my friend"
it's either that or excess eating. nah, i won't be snorting shite.
i am about to lose my marbles with this home mixing thing. i think this is the last time i will ever accept a project that has no budget allowance for me to do my thang properly. this is soooooo self detrimental. the cleaning lady is sleeping the corridoor outside but she keeps dropping her broom on to the concrete. it makes a sharp sound that really hurts my already overused and sensitive ears. she's sweeping the ground or something but i am hearing it too well................. oh oh.