![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
my love-affair with Clearlake is over before it even started. obviously my awesome-o-meter needs adjusting. they're good in very small doses, their Cure-meets-Dukes-of-Stratosphere-with-loud-guitars schtick is kinda neat-o but the peurile lyrics really get me down. i only like about three songs on the album, and they still grate on my nerves due to those terrible, terrible lyrics.
thankfully, filling the void,
hedorah sent us out an mp3CD "Idiot's Guide to Wire." i'd always thought about buying their albums when i was younger, but i can tell now i wouldn't have liked them back then. now, however, they make perfect sense. the textured post-punk pointillism bits even appeal to me. i cranked through about two hours of the disc in the car today driving around here and there and everywhere. alright yeah, Wire, you and i are going to get along just fine.
caerie's off camping again, this time with little brother Alec and enormo-monster dog Greta. i think this time she remembered to bring stuff along to cook wild mushrooms... even though she doesn't really like eating wild mushrooms.
she made cheese cookies, and left a few for me.
i want to figure out how to use Cubase, and had the excellent idea of printing out the manual, until i found out that the quick-start manual alone is nearly 200 pages. the real manual is War and Peace. fuck that noise. so i have this probably very useful thing sitting on my hard drive that i have no idea how to utilise. it's like those lighted control panels in "the Land of the Lost" -- they seem to do something, but only them lizard dudes can make 'em work. holy crap! HIDE, it's an angry claymation stegosaurus! i read in Robert Fripp's journal a quote from one of his employees about how musicians never want to read manuals, so if you were willing to read the bastards, you'd always have employment. so if someone wants to make a sizeable paypal payment to me, i promise you i'll read the entire motherfucking Cubase manual and support documentation. on the computer screen. 'till my eyeballs deliquesce like an overripe Coprinus.
thankfully, filling the void,
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caerie's off camping again, this time with little brother Alec and enormo-monster dog Greta. i think this time she remembered to bring stuff along to cook wild mushrooms... even though she doesn't really like eating wild mushrooms.
she made cheese cookies, and left a few for me.
i want to figure out how to use Cubase, and had the excellent idea of printing out the manual, until i found out that the quick-start manual alone is nearly 200 pages. the real manual is War and Peace. fuck that noise. so i have this probably very useful thing sitting on my hard drive that i have no idea how to utilise. it's like those lighted control panels in "the Land of the Lost" -- they seem to do something, but only them lizard dudes can make 'em work. holy crap! HIDE, it's an angry claymation stegosaurus! i read in Robert Fripp's journal a quote from one of his employees about how musicians never want to read manuals, so if you were willing to read the bastards, you'd always have employment. so if someone wants to make a sizeable paypal payment to me, i promise you i'll read the entire motherfucking Cubase manual and support documentation. on the computer screen. 'till my eyeballs deliquesce like an overripe Coprinus.
no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 04:59 am (UTC)are you on drugs?
:)
also, are you implying that i got all my musical tastes from Ian?
no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 04:35 am (UTC)i liked them.
no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 12:53 pm (UTC)they hold up remarkably well.
.
i have a similar feeling about wire.
i didn't care for them when i was younger, but a few years back it just all sort of clicked together.