This blog is devoted to the band The Really Good Pot Roast.
Rob and I have known each other forever. Over the years, we’ve developed a report that allows us to vent our frustrations, often with horrifically graphic language, and sometimes directed at each other, if only to have a brief direction for our general ire. And then we move on with our lives.
Over the last few months, though, something has changed. Due to stresses in life and work, the calloused exterior has faded, and we’ve both felt the need to apologize to each other for almost everything. This has become evident during the final mixing process for New Thing. We’ve been passing emails and mixes back and forth, and offering critiques. But it seems like every time we offer a critique, we immediately back up and apologize. Seriously, it’s absurd. In a recent email, Rob hit it right on the head.
When the hell did the 2 guys who used to pull over so they could yell at each other on the way home from [Work] only to laugh about it on the drive home become 2 old men who write apology emails back and forth during legitimate discussions that involve nothing worthy of apology. I don’t know what’s wrong with the 2 of us, but we’ve been writing a lot of unnecessary apologies back and forth. I’m putting a stop to it. We both need to stop apologizing to each other about issues that don’t exist. The whole purpose of the mixing process is to exchange critique on minute imperfections in songs most people would think are just fine the way they are. There’s nothing dickish about it.Good critique:
- The mix is coming along. The guitars are still way too far in front at times. It also sounds like a MIDI track is dropping out during the chorus. You might need to freeze it. Also, you might want to TVT [Triple Vocal Track] the backing vox during the second verse.Bad critique:
- Did you do this mix before or after you filled your ears with quick dry cement? Seriously, did a hobo sneak into your room last night and stab you in both ears with an awl? I’ve heard 80’s punk with a cleaner mix than this. Wait! I know. You played the mix using shitty Windows speakers, recorded it using an old cassette player you had laying around, then re-recorded the audio off of the cassette using a microphone 100 feet away, then mixed that down to an MP3 and sent it to me. It’s a bit much for a gag mix, but I appreciate the effort. Email me the real mix and I’ll listen when my ears stop bleeding.Lets move on with our lives.