This might seem like a rant but please read. Hopefully the teen angst doesn't make you want to puke .
So I was mulling this over the other day. (Totally used the wrong word there, oh well). I sit in my shitty little shack improving my average mixing skills and I thought, why don't I make something of it? I decided it was a better idea to study Mechanical Engineering for my pocket book and just do music as a side gig to keep me from killing myself. In the mean time, I thought it
Updated 03-18-2012 at 05:43 PM by Jeronimo Mora
So I'm new to recording [insert long intro]. Anyway. I had my first customer maybe a month ago. We recorded six songs. He asked to make some adjustments the next day, and we sat together and adjusted levels. After a solid month, I never heard from him again and assumed that he was cool with his recordings. [Stereotypical black woman from Oakland voice] OOOOOOOOOOH LORD I could not have been more wrong. He texted me earlier today and asked if he could make adjustments. Unaware that I had deleted
Updated 01-18-2012 at 11:07 PM by Jeronimo Mora