allow me to rip on dr. dre mixes.
the doctor does cheesy stereo friendly mixes. needs more of those low mids to really slam some speakers. sure subs are cool an' all, but your average white boy lame ass isn't using a decent rig. the low mids are the key to a slamming sound. maybe it's just radio friendly.
just bringing up the low mids like 100-200hz really makes it hurt so good.
why am i unleashing the blog-o-rama? i read an article about this shit (online, no less), and apparently hardcore bloggers allow it to take over their lives. this costs marriages and shit.
speaking of the rocky marriages, lisa complimented me on my work today, which stunned me and most of the office. she's loud, so everyone knows (or thinks) that we're pals. honestly, i've plotted her death many times. she's not even on the list, though. and...i'm not going to even list that shit here. i hope that i do get a terminal disease, though, so that i can do up that shit. none of this "have a stroke on the couch" or "drop dead during an oil-change" bullshit. my family's weak blood vessels are so so so so lame. goddamn faggots. nevermind that all of them are like house-sized men, and could beat my ass. lucky me--i got the same width and weight, but i'm a total midget, compared to the uncles. the uncles are all monsters, or WERE monsters. they all have succombed to the vascular crap, except richard.
i'm becoming richard, though. hopefully, i won't find jesus or some shit. i have too much furniture. i don't have a clothes processor, but i have a robot vacuum. i have a grey cat that only serves to be an outlet for yelling. not because she's a bad cat, just because she's a cat. i have four computers, though. at least i'm not working for the government, though.
just bringing up the low mids like 100-200hz really makes it hurt so good.
why am i unleashing the blog-o-rama? i read an article about this shit (online, no less), and apparently hardcore bloggers allow it to take over their lives. this costs marriages and shit.
speaking of the rocky marriages, lisa complimented me on my work today, which stunned me and most of the office. she's loud, so everyone knows (or thinks) that we're pals. honestly, i've plotted her death many times. she's not even on the list, though. and...i'm not going to even list that shit here. i hope that i do get a terminal disease, though, so that i can do up that shit. none of this "have a stroke on the couch" or "drop dead during an oil-change" bullshit. my family's weak blood vessels are so so so so lame. goddamn faggots. nevermind that all of them are like house-sized men, and could beat my ass. lucky me--i got the same width and weight, but i'm a total midget, compared to the uncles. the uncles are all monsters, or WERE monsters. they all have succombed to the vascular crap, except richard.
i'm becoming richard, though. hopefully, i won't find jesus or some shit. i have too much furniture. i don't have a clothes processor, but i have a robot vacuum. i have a grey cat that only serves to be an outlet for yelling. not because she's a bad cat, just because she's a cat. i have four computers, though. at least i'm not working for the government, though.
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