Maybe so and the next couple of articles have some fantastically beautiful songs but which eminently warrant a closely-placed box of Kleenex. I ain't apologizin', tho, as this isn't a shopping mall and it's your choice whether to listen to them. Nevertheless, when Helene Fischer sings into the camera she will kill you. Keep the Kleenex close.
My personal bumout is that nothing is recorded and it's got to come tomorrow night or the one after as doing it on Christmas Eve is like you think you're fookin' Mozart or something. There's a bit of pressure to deliver which makes for some horrendous puns but we'll skip that.
There are demons in the drum machine and this is a long-standing exorcism as how do you get demons out of a hellpit which, clearly, all drum machines are, particularly when the damn buttons don't work. The temptation is to take one more shot with that hell-fired machine to get it to record from its pads and why not to make the count an even thousand or so tries.
Playing drums on the keyboard sucks pretty hard but doing it with pads sucks pretty hard too. The coolest ever was when I had an electronic drum kit as I sent the outs into a delay and then was playing the tom toms with echo. Nothing is ever going to touch that ... or not. The toms sounded kind of cool earlier.
(Pause for Take IV)
It's got hypnotic. It's got bells and angels. The toms sound pretty cool and I can go in and out of the melody line in lead on the guitar which is all making for good mellifluosity. Now I don't feel so much a useless lump of meat as it was pretty that time. Now isn't the time to record it ... but ... there may be an option. There's no tree and there's nothing close to money so what's going to give anything that looks like Christmas in a video except for some old guy who obviously isn't one of the Wise Men. Aha. A candle ... so that means shoot it in low light by the candle.
Of course, if I could locate a lobster suit then that could also work. (That will make sense in a subsequent article)
My personal bumout is that nothing is recorded and it's got to come tomorrow night or the one after as doing it on Christmas Eve is like you think you're fookin' Mozart or something. There's a bit of pressure to deliver which makes for some horrendous puns but we'll skip that.
There are demons in the drum machine and this is a long-standing exorcism as how do you get demons out of a hellpit which, clearly, all drum machines are, particularly when the damn buttons don't work. The temptation is to take one more shot with that hell-fired machine to get it to record from its pads and why not to make the count an even thousand or so tries.
Playing drums on the keyboard sucks pretty hard but doing it with pads sucks pretty hard too. The coolest ever was when I had an electronic drum kit as I sent the outs into a delay and then was playing the tom toms with echo. Nothing is ever going to touch that ... or not. The toms sounded kind of cool earlier.
(Pause for Take IV)
It's got hypnotic. It's got bells and angels. The toms sound pretty cool and I can go in and out of the melody line in lead on the guitar which is all making for good mellifluosity. Now I don't feel so much a useless lump of meat as it was pretty that time. Now isn't the time to record it ... but ... there may be an option. There's no tree and there's nothing close to money so what's going to give anything that looks like Christmas in a video except for some old guy who obviously isn't one of the Wise Men. Aha. A candle ... so that means shoot it in low light by the candle.
Of course, if I could locate a lobster suit then that could also work. (That will make sense in a subsequent article)
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