The kit was powered-up a minute ago and the looper can't quite do it. The device isn't completely dead as I tried starting it up a second time and it managed part of the display. It could play the loop correctly but it couldn't display anything about it. This isn't a device that can be fixed and it's six hundred dollars to replace it.
This isn't a plea for money as everything just now is a Tarot card and I have to read them correctly. Things fall apart and such is the fundamental nature of everything ... but not at the same time. Then it becomes a cosmic message. My corpus isn't doing that well either so now it's a race for what explodes first ... it's all a Cosmic Message ... unknown. (Blog: Going Down to the Crossroads)
The looper is a crushing blow. It's been wobbling for quite a while but that's electronic weirdness and you roll with it.
Hold it....hold it. The display just came up. That means it is still usable but it also means it has a finite number of start-ups left in it. I've been shutting the stuff down as I don't want to waste the life of the power supplies any more quickly than necessary and I also don't want any undue risk from lightning strikes as they can easily destroy just about everything in the room. It looks like the answer for this device is to leave it running until it dies as shutting it down is a problem if it can't restart or not easily.
The looper is fundamental to what I do as I'm one of the egocentric no-talent narcissists I mentioned in a previous article. It's still the only way to do what I do, tho, as it will take a massive leap in human evolution before anyone can play more than one instrument at once.
We already did the story on depression so that means jump start at the point of that story's conclusion: shut up and play.
This isn't blues as they come from when yer dog dies or yer woman says she has outgrown you intellectually. What happens here in the Rockhouse is just a pain in the ass and, if there were blues in that, Washington would be a blues symphony (larfs).
This isn't a plea for money as everything just now is a Tarot card and I have to read them correctly. Things fall apart and such is the fundamental nature of everything ... but not at the same time. Then it becomes a cosmic message. My corpus isn't doing that well either so now it's a race for what explodes first ... it's all a Cosmic Message ... unknown. (Blog: Going Down to the Crossroads)
The looper is a crushing blow. It's been wobbling for quite a while but that's electronic weirdness and you roll with it.
Hold it....hold it. The display just came up. That means it is still usable but it also means it has a finite number of start-ups left in it. I've been shutting the stuff down as I don't want to waste the life of the power supplies any more quickly than necessary and I also don't want any undue risk from lightning strikes as they can easily destroy just about everything in the room. It looks like the answer for this device is to leave it running until it dies as shutting it down is a problem if it can't restart or not easily.
The looper is fundamental to what I do as I'm one of the egocentric no-talent narcissists I mentioned in a previous article. It's still the only way to do what I do, tho, as it will take a massive leap in human evolution before anyone can play more than one instrument at once.
We already did the story on depression so that means jump start at the point of that story's conclusion: shut up and play.
This isn't blues as they come from when yer dog dies or yer woman says she has outgrown you intellectually. What happens here in the Rockhouse is just a pain in the ass and, if there were blues in that, Washington would be a blues symphony (larfs).
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