My first attempt at recording a podcast was predictably frustrating. I managed to set-up the equipment without much trouble, and played around with the software for a little while. But the mixer was a complete mystery.
It’s not very big, and somebody with experience would likely laugh in my face, but the thing looked like the dashboard of a 747 to me. So many knobs… Am I supposed to know what to do with them all? How would I have obtained this information? Osmosis or some shit?
I eventually found a video tutorial on YouTube where the dude shows the camera how he has his set, and I used that as a starting point. Then I tested it for a while, and made some slight adjustments.
And everything works, but there’s a lot of noise during playback. It sounds like I’m traveling down the interstate in the back of a dump truck. Yet there was no noise in the room… it was completely silent. I thought it might be my laptop, amplified a million times, so I put a big fluffy towel underneath: no difference whatsoever.
I think one of the knobs is cranked to the extreme, and it’s just going over-the-top. I don’t believe it’s picking up any actual noise, I believe the unit itself is generating it. So, I’m going to have to play around with it again on Thursday or Friday.
And so, if you have any questions you’ve wanted to ask me… leave ’em in the comments. Someday in the near future I’ll answer them all, via my own hillbilly robotics voice.
I’m taking a vacation day tomorrow, so this is my Friday. Yes, on Tuesday. How cool is that?
However… we’re supposed to get the snow I was hoping for, starting later tonight. And by the time I’m driving home, at 1:30 am, it should be interesting out there. In corporate-speak, it might very well be an “opportunity.”
But, you know, it’s winter. And these kinds of things happen in winter. Right? I’m not going to start bitching until I’m out there shoveling, or stuck in a ditch in the dark of night… along I-81’s Corridor of Fiery Death.
And it’s weird. On the record, from 1980, there was a loud pop in one of the songs, and I still anticipate it thirty years later. It was just a minor flaw in the vinyl, very standard stuff, but the pop is permanently coded in my DNA now. And it’s disconcerting not to hear it.
Do you know what I’m talking about? Have you ever grown accustomed to a pop or a skip on an album, and now consider it a legitimate part of the experience?
And since we’re on the subject, there’s a song on the first Cars album with the lyric “I kinda like the way it skips.” And at that very moment my record would skip — just slightly.
I thought that was incredibly cool. And when I replaced my LP with a CD, years later, I was disappointed (shocked and disappointed!) to realize it wasn’t intentional. It doesn’t skip on my CD copy at all. So, I guess the Cars weren’t quite as clever as I first believed? It’s too bad, really.
On Saturday I had my very first Rice Krispies Treat. Well, to be more precise, I had the corner of one, and pawned the rest off on one of our kids.
Blecch. That shit is nasty. I often hear people raving about those so-called “treats,” but it tasted like a block of densely-packed sugar to me. What am I, Secretariat? What’s next, a carrot and a brushing?
Man, that’s one sad excuse for a snack food… Might as well sit down and gnaw on a radically-sweetened air conditioner filter.
Are there any well-known and semi-popular foods out there that you’ve never tasted, not even once? Tell us about it, won’t you?
Just so you know, I’ve also never tasted Lucky Charms. Those marshmallows look like pencil erasers to me. And I can’t have that.
And I’m calling it a day here, my friends. Have a good one, and I’ll be back tomorrow.
See ya then!