The laptop is fundamental to a live set on Cat's birthday (i.e. next Monday) because I want to use my tracks from the laptop to back me as part of the set. Regrettably, the laptop is as far behind on maintenance as America but, unlike in this once great land, maintenance is being applied now. Also regrettably, it downloads at WiFi speed and maybe you already know how ridiculous it is to talk of WiFi and speed at the same time.
This is a set-and-forget situation since it's eleven p.m. now and it projects seventeen hours simply to do the operating system update step. That looks woefully as if it will be Friday before the laptop is good for anything but eventually it comes.
"Necromancer" needs to be chopped back from five to six minutes down to three and a half to four. A couple of minutes of intro and a couple of minutes of speedball should be fine. Too much is way, way more than enough. Apart from that it's just a matter of deciding which ones I want to use. Their ability to span a one-hour set is likely much stronger than my ability to play one (larfs).
No-one from Facebook will come to the show but, wtf, they don't come anyway. They seem to enjoy talking about why Second Life sucks and that's one more good reason to ignore their vapid and lifeless commentary.
Nothing much has changed for endurance so mostly this trip will be running on balls but live energy does amazing things and adrenaline, maybe the most powerful chemical we know, probably plays a big part of that.
Maybe y'all have heard of mother lifting Farmer Jones' tractor to get it off her kid since most of us have even while few of us have seen the phenomenon. Apparently the stories are true and the sciencers say it's adrenaline behind that unbelievable boost in muscle power.
(Ed: sure but a big price to pay!)
Fair enough but tell that to Mama when she wants to save her baby. She ain't goin' stop.
(Ed: how did she get such a dumb kid?)
Maybe you need to ask Farmer Jones what he's been planting.
The last move beyond that is the sound check since my audio is dialed for the Rockhouse and not for live so that means there will be knob twiddling. By the way, we hate knob twiddling because we just want to play. Nevertheless, it's necessary and skipping the sound check only tags you as an amateur. Most likely this will happen next Monday and there are some tactical aspects to that but nothing much worth a scribe.
There's more planning and setup here on the set than is obvious but the operating principle, as ever, is never let them see how hard you work. The more I make it look easy, the more it looks like magic to whomever beholds it.
(Ed: you seriously expect us to believe you work hard?)
Well, maybe not so much on laundry.
This is a set-and-forget situation since it's eleven p.m. now and it projects seventeen hours simply to do the operating system update step. That looks woefully as if it will be Friday before the laptop is good for anything but eventually it comes.
"Necromancer" needs to be chopped back from five to six minutes down to three and a half to four. A couple of minutes of intro and a couple of minutes of speedball should be fine. Too much is way, way more than enough. Apart from that it's just a matter of deciding which ones I want to use. Their ability to span a one-hour set is likely much stronger than my ability to play one (larfs).
No-one from Facebook will come to the show but, wtf, they don't come anyway. They seem to enjoy talking about why Second Life sucks and that's one more good reason to ignore their vapid and lifeless commentary.
Nothing much has changed for endurance so mostly this trip will be running on balls but live energy does amazing things and adrenaline, maybe the most powerful chemical we know, probably plays a big part of that.
Maybe y'all have heard of mother lifting Farmer Jones' tractor to get it off her kid since most of us have even while few of us have seen the phenomenon. Apparently the stories are true and the sciencers say it's adrenaline behind that unbelievable boost in muscle power.
(Ed: sure but a big price to pay!)
Fair enough but tell that to Mama when she wants to save her baby. She ain't goin' stop.
(Ed: how did she get such a dumb kid?)
Maybe you need to ask Farmer Jones what he's been planting.
The last move beyond that is the sound check since my audio is dialed for the Rockhouse and not for live so that means there will be knob twiddling. By the way, we hate knob twiddling because we just want to play. Nevertheless, it's necessary and skipping the sound check only tags you as an amateur. Most likely this will happen next Monday and there are some tactical aspects to that but nothing much worth a scribe.
There's more planning and setup here on the set than is obvious but the operating principle, as ever, is never let them see how hard you work. The more I make it look easy, the more it looks like magic to whomever beholds it.
(Ed: you seriously expect us to believe you work hard?)
Well, maybe not so much on laundry.
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