The most miraculous thing happened. The most amazingly good fortune in the whole world of fortune happened. And it happened to me.
So.
I have this new computer.
And it's not really a new computer because like most things in this household, it's second-hand. And I don't mean "most things" like tissue paper and underwear. I mean "most things" like furniture, musical equipment, certain appliances, and that funny double bed downstairs. (Ew. I know.)
So this second-hand computer. We bought it because of the album. I had a perfectly good Mac G4 that was doing the workload for years and years. Kevin also has the same kind of G4 that does separate but equally good work. My computer for the album production and Kevin's computer for the album mixing. (Don't ask. It's complicated.)
The purpose of the NEW computer was to merge both production and mixing onto one steroid machine. Only problem was that it didn't work quite right. After a while of working on software conflicts, etc., we finally got it to work more or less alright. However, what we read online but didn't truly appreciate is the EAR SPLITTING ORCHESTRA of HIGH FREQUENCY SCREAMING that emits from this new spiffy computer when it's running in the mode I need it to run in for mixing purposes.
So I'm mixing. Right? Yes, right underneath the flight path of giant airplanes.
And, oh, the swear words.
Pulling Kevin back from the brink of destroying our new purchase by chucking it out the window after a battery of physical assaults, I suggested we take it to a repair shop. He eventually agreed we could try that.
Our usual fix-it place was rude to me on the phone. So I took a risk and found a closer but virtually uncharted store near our home. And these people. These people performed a fucking miracle.
So now I could have the Queen of England come for tea in my studio and not offend her delicate ears with the wailing of electronics. It's a beautiful thing.
T.
