I’ve been doing a lot of work in Garage Band lately and I’m really getting a sense of how much of what makes a song sound good is in the hands of the producer. (I already understood this general point, but lately I’m tipping even more of the magic of music into the producer’s corner.) The subtleties of fading out a note, the drama of raising the overall volume at the correct moment – these are all things a producer (or mixer) does.
It strikes me as very unfair. The whole point of becoming a musician is, of course, to snort coke and drink absinthe and have sex with underaged girls. Yet the men who really make the music work – the producers – are deprived these deserved pleasures.
Where is the justice?
Hey, I’m gonna be using Garageband to do my pod cast (Coming soon on Acid Logic, kids!). I really gotta pick up a microphone and some headphones and get to work on that. I’ve four hundred pages of Comedy material written. Anyway, the pod cast will be entitled either “Makes Me Wanna Puke!” or “The Devil Is A Sissy”, I haven’t made a decision yet. I’m gonna spend April writing a Movie script called “The Crazy Guys” and job hunting and the pod cast will probably start in July.
There’s something wrong with the Guest Book!
Sirens go off, Acid logic staff members run up and down halls, Forbis jumps into a Lifeboat, Saleeby gets on the intercom “EVERYBODY GET OUTTA HERE! THERE’S A LOBSTER LOOSE!!!”
Yeah, looks like they canned the GB, I’ll have to find a replacement.