Readying.
The studio is stuffed to the gills already. Yes, it has gills! How do you think it breathes underwater? Didn't you go to grammar school? Oh, right.
Sometimes I forget that Marvin (my personal robot assistant) isn't an undereducated human like myself. He is, in fact, a mechanical man. Much must be explained to him, and what can't be explained must be programmed in by force, if necessary. That's the lot of a robot assistant, I'm afraid. Work, work, work.
Anyhow... the quintessential American holiday is now over. (We also survived that day that comes before Black Friday ... what do they call it? Thanksgiving?) Time to fold up the balloons, disassemble the parade floats, and send the marching bands marching home. While many find the Macy parade enjoyable, it is not a simple matter to serve as the end point of that annual extravaganza. Just finding enough space to store deflated Spiderman is proving more challenging than you might imagine. Sure, without air in his ass, he's smaller, but - and this is important - not all that much smaller. And then there's those freaking Smurfs.
As you can imagine, every nook and cranny in the mill is stuffed with gear from the parade. You can hardly turn around in the studio these days. Still, we press on. Matt and I did a couple more mixes for Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick this past week. Gonna be a bit hard with all these deflated balloons lying around, but we'll manage. Fortunately, many of Rick's songs are country-like numbers, so the mixing is fairly simple. We take a naturalist approach - not too much FX, not too much compression. Just record it clean, mix it pure, and pour it into a tall, clear glass to check for impurities before quaffing it down. Pure audio ambrosia, that's what I'm talking about. Sure ding.
We're also furiously preparing for the holiday episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN. Last year raised the bar a bit - two hours of pure horseshit. Not sure how to top that without a bigger shovel, but we'll try.
Sometimes I forget that Marvin (my personal robot assistant) isn't an undereducated human like myself. He is, in fact, a mechanical man. Much must be explained to him, and what can't be explained must be programmed in by force, if necessary. That's the lot of a robot assistant, I'm afraid. Work, work, work. Anyhow... the quintessential American holiday is now over. (We also survived that day that comes before Black Friday ... what do they call it? Thanksgiving?) Time to fold up the balloons, disassemble the parade floats, and send the marching bands marching home. While many find the Macy parade enjoyable, it is not a simple matter to serve as the end point of that annual extravaganza. Just finding enough space to store deflated Spiderman is proving more challenging than you might imagine. Sure, without air in his ass, he's smaller, but - and this is important - not all that much smaller. And then there's those freaking Smurfs.
As you can imagine, every nook and cranny in the mill is stuffed with gear from the parade. You can hardly turn around in the studio these days. Still, we press on. Matt and I did a couple more mixes for Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick this past week. Gonna be a bit hard with all these deflated balloons lying around, but we'll manage. Fortunately, many of Rick's songs are country-like numbers, so the mixing is fairly simple. We take a naturalist approach - not too much FX, not too much compression. Just record it clean, mix it pure, and pour it into a tall, clear glass to check for impurities before quaffing it down. Pure audio ambrosia, that's what I'm talking about. Sure ding. We're also furiously preparing for the holiday episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN. Last year raised the bar a bit - two hours of pure horseshit. Not sure how to top that without a bigger shovel, but we'll try.
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