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Being posted on a social networking site. How meta... Might I also mention that I've moved to AZ and now work at a recording studio? My Local Music Now is an utterly free network of audio professionals, studios, and session players!
Whether you've got a home /commercial studio, are an accomplished session player, or just a skilled musician who wants to give it a go, I implore you to sign up and create a profile!
Our goal is to connect audio pros and talented folks in a way that has never been done before.
Yes, we know there are other networks of peoples, but we provide something different.
Our creator/programmer, Erick is coming up with some groundbreaking tools that will revolutionize the recording of audio, everywhere!
Also we are coming up with rad features for bands that will truely innovate the way booking agents and promoters put together shows (band, venue and promoter profiles will be available in the coming weeks)!
...and did I mention we don't charge a dime?
Come on by http://www.MyLocalMusicNow.com and create a profile to participate in this free, kickass network of audio professionals!
For the Music,
http://www.MyLocalMusicNow.com
Erick & Steve (a team of two gents who want to make the world of music an easier place to connect)
Please call us if you have any rad ideas!
480.353.2020
P.S.- I must mention that we also able to insert a localized version of our profiles, at no cost, into recording studios' websites so that your clients may find talented people in the area.
Please contact us if you are interested in participating, and we'll show you of a demo of your page with the profiles! Thanks! Meanwhile, I might tease you all with the promise of a real update that I will never actually post. Tags: music
soundwaves: Spacehog - In the Meantime
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First things first, ED's little brother WhatPort80 is now live; it's not so much a place to document drama as it is a repository of Internet memes and phenomena. SFW. In regards to ED, we still have T-shirts available at the shop and are looking into getting more things, such as bumper stickers and maybe buttons, if all continues to go well. We also still offer advertising at ClickBangPop, so take advantage of our massive amounts of traffic to pimp your DeviantArt profiles or call people names or whatever people use ads for anymore. Third on the agenda: Dan Lirette, a massive lolcow, has incurred the wrath of the goons and is slowly being driven from the Internet. Digg this and see/hear just how much of a tool this guy is. Next up, I've remixed the last track we released, which can be found here. It's a little longish but more straightforward than the original. Tags: hallo internet, music
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Last night I enjoyed a two hour vacation from my new kitchen when, as I was beginning to cook the beef half of some big-ass beef and bean burritos, the local police and fire departments hammered on my door hard enough to loosen the doorbell mechanism, leaving it a bent heap of brass lying on the hallway floor. In a U-shaped building, I am on the very end of one of the arms and as such was the farthest away from the source of the fire which was apparently threatening my very way of life. I didn't notice any smoke or flames until I got outside, where I saw a firetruck idling in the parking lot, with firemen idling on the sidewalk and holding open the door on the other side of the complex, letting a small billow of smoke escape into the freezing night air. Apparently the aforementioned fire began in an apartment that was unoccupied at the moment, as its residents were nowhere to be found. Meanwhile several more fire engines arrived to sit in the parking lot blocking traffic and spewing greenhouse gases into the air. After a while the smoke had infiltrated all the hallways of the building, leaving behind the scent of burning plastic and possibly oak. For two hours I alternated between standing around impatiently in the sleet and rain and sitting in my own idling vehicle, running the heater at full blast because no one warned me that Ohio is apparently a frozen wasteland before Halloween, swearing on the phone the entire time. After two irritatingly long hours, the incredible blaze was contained and everyone was allowed back inside. Upon opening my door I was greeted with the same clean-smelling apartment I left and a frying pan full of dried up ground beef. Last night I had the chicken instead. In other news, my new job is going to be retardedly easy. Everything I ever learned at the bank was light-years ahead of what I'm currently being "taught" in training. I ought to be running the place within a few months, it's not even funny. Tags: frothing rage, i have a real life too
soundwaves: Type O Negative - Creepy Green Light
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So I've moved again, this time away from Roanoke to the cold damp world of northeast Ohio, to a new job, a new apartment, and a new life. Within the next week or so ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) finalphoenix will be moving in with me and promptly moving back out once she realizes just how dull life with me really is. Take today for example. Today is laundry day. I've spent the last hour walking up and down the hall in the building here to check on the dryers, which seem to be set to "eternal" rather than permanent press or cottons. I fully expect to open one and find my clothes in flames. After a week of trying to admin ED on stolen wifi (thank you linksys, I love knowing I'll always be able to find one of your routers unsecured anywhere I go,) I've finally got cable and internet and can plan my budgets and panic when I realize I'm never going to be able to afford food and high speed data. Of course if that turns out to be the case, I will forego eating because nobody should be without the internet. Perhaps I'll begin hunting the deer which like to leap in front of my car late at night. I don't need a rifle, I have a bumper. The last two weeks have been surreal, I'm still not sure if I've really moved, I'm half-convinced that the last four or five years of my life have all been an elaborate dream and I'm in a coma somewhere, dreaming up stupid websites and shitty music, imagining jobs and friends that never were and never will be. If this is a hallucination, it's a rather enjoyable one. There aren't any giant spiders and bugs aren't crawling out of my skin, so in the grand scheme of things, it's all good. Tags: hallo internet, i have a real life too
brainwaves:  content
soundwaves: the din of television commercials
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You may be asking yourselves, "where's KH been at?" and perhaps this will answer that question. Of course, no one may be asking that and I've overestimated my importance to the world at large. Regardless, everyone will know now, whether they wanted to or not. THE INTERNET MAKES YOU STUPID. I am loath to admit it, but for several months I was addicted to World of Warcraft. Only one of my characters ever made it to level 70 though, I didn't have the patience to play the same game over and over again just to go about it slightly differently each time. It was quite a timesink and after a while I realized this, especially after it became more like a job than a game. I AM SOBER. After years and years of heavy drinking I became disgusted with myself and where it had gotten me. Sure, being drunkhamstor was fun but after a while I wasn't drinking with friends or at parties, but by myself. Every night. A lot. It couldn't have been good for my health and it certainly wasn't making me feel any better about life, which hadn't been the best for some time. WORK SUCKS. After a couple of years of building and creating, working out on the lake far removed from offices and paperwork, business has slowed to a crawl. It seems the subprime mortgage crisis and the economy in general have greatly affected construction, fewer houses are being built, fewer people are buying the lavish houses on the lake, and we're running out of things to do, so the hunt for a satisfying new job is on. WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS. Well, not so much "we" as "I." In February I began working as an intern at a local nonprofit recording studio, acting mostly as a recording engineer and assisting in various technical aspects, being much more comfortable with digital recording and DAWs than with old tech like magnetic tape and ADAT. For an example of some of my work, see here. It's thrashy and loose, which is what they wanted. Were it up to me it would be just a bit more produced. I FEEL LOVED. I've become quite enamored with a beautiful young woman and over the past few months we've been getting to know each other and falling quite hard. She's been there for me through good and bad and I connect with her in a way I've never felt with anyone thus far in my life. I do believe we'll be moving in together soon and life finally feels as if it's getting back on track for the first time since I left Richmond. Tags: i have a real life too
soundwaves: Mr. Bungle - None of Them Knew They Were Robots
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So all through high school I knew a girl who was pretty much one of my best friends; I was unruly in a freshman class and got myself moved across the room next to the new chick, who i don't recall being very social with the mouthbreathers in that class. that began a years-long friendship with roots in art, letter writing, and the smashing pumpkins. We spent the years in art classes, working on the school's art and literature magazine, and mocking the more materialistic, self-centered students. All was good until a few years ago when I made some bad decisions and alienated most of my friends, including her. We'd been communicating up to that point and I lost track afterwards. I'd like to think I've grown up, even just a little, and try to find one of the best friends I'd ever had. Thus far the search has been fruitless. Her name is common enough that a simple search of google or facebook or myspace does me no good. As far as I can tell, her old college email address and blog are no longer functional. So internet, I turn to you for advice on how to locate someone to whom I need to apologize. Tags: whiny shit
soundwaves: The Thirteenth Step - They Have Infiltrated
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