electrical wrote on Sat, 29 April 2006 18:31 |
The band spends the first three hours of the day lolling around on the phone, creating a manifesto of a lunch order, socializing with their friends and fucking around on Myspace, and then wants to work until 4am "because we have so much to do..." |
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People who gesture something while holding an unopened beer, then act surprised when explodes with froth on opening. |
electrical wrote on Sun, 30 April 2006 03:31 |
To recap: Mic cables, tape on the mic, the door open, the band wasting my time, the phone/voicemail thing, mobile phone noise for the eighth time, the dude you did a favor for, graffiti, the land speculator assholes and the copper pipe thing. |
electrical wrote on Sat, 29 April 2006 18:31 |
The phone rings and nobody answers it, so I have to interrupt what I'm doing and answer it. Then the staff's collective response to this complaint isn't "you're right, we should be answering the goddamn telephone," but instead, "See? We need voicemail." |
Curve Dominant wrote on Sun, 07 May 2006 04:24 | ||
Here at the Curve Lab, we utilize Verizon AnswerCall. It works like an automatic secretary. Very useful. Callers can leave a message while we're working, and we can respond to the messages during downtime. |
wwittman wrote on Fri, 05 May 2006 12:12 |
that would make an interesting thread (well... to ME...) I also don't find that clapping tells me that much in a new room. what i do is yell "hey!" loudly, and listen to the decay. that seems to tell me a lot more. and I'm sure it's MUCH more annoying to the average bystander. |
electrical wrote on Fri, 05 May 2006 11:27 |
I check acoustics by clapping whenever I'm in a new place. I had no idea it would annoy people. I also whistle a sweeping note. Maybe I should cough instead... |
Fibes wrote on Thu, 11 May 2006 09:18 |
The next day I call the HVAC guy for a new one, he drops by and the damn thing is back. Someone borrowed it. WTF? |
Curve Dominant wrote on Sun, 07 May 2006 01:24 |
Here at the Curve Lab, we utilize Verizon AnswerCall. It works like an automatic secretary. |
J.J. Blair wrote on Sun, 14 May 2006 23:04 | ||
Does it have 32-bit floating point internal processing? I hear that it is arguably not possible to improve upon from a sonics standpoint. (Wow. I'm a dick!) |
electrical wrote on Sun, 30 April 2006 01:31 |
Not much really annoys me. This shit annoys me: I grab a bunch of mic cables and they're all coiled wrong, so they tangle into a wad when I try to unwrap them. Someone tried to use the wrong mic clip for a mic, and instead of getting the right clip when he realized his mistake, he wrapped a yard of gaffer tape around the mic. At the end of his session, he put the mic back in the drawer with the tape still stuck to it, and now it's a gummy mess I have to contend with. Instead of lowering the thermostat, they've propped-open the door so I'm heating the great outdoors all day. The band spends the first three hours of the day lolling around on the phone, creating a manifesto of a lunch order, socializing with their friends and fucking around on Myspace, and then wants to work until 4am "because we have so much to do..." The phone rings and nobody answers it, so I have to interrupt what I'm doing and answer it. Then the staff's collective response to this complaint isn't "you're right, we should be answering the goddamn telephone," but instead, "See? We need voicemail." The mobile phone makes the guitar amp go "dit-dit-dit" during the quiet part. For the eighth time today. When the dude you did a favor for acts like the favor was standard and expects an extra-super-double favor this time, and gets weird when you decline. Graffiti. Buy your own damn building, build your own damn gangway and spraypaint your name on it. Leave me out of it. The land speculator assholes buy the building next door and knock it down, in the process fucking up the water main, the electric service, the sewer, cracking the wall, flooding the basement and making life hell for a few months. They then leave it as a vacant lot for two years, with a swampy marsh in the center that breeds mosquitoes and smells like Gary, Indiana. Then the bums who collect scrap metal and cans from the alleys start using the swamp as a place to burn the insulation off cabling to get the metal out. Then one of the bums notices that there is a copper coolant pipe on the side of our building running up to the HVAC unit on the roof. The bum then tears this pipe off, so he can get a couple of bucks for it from the scrapper. Then I have to spend $5000 fixing the blown compressor, replacing (and bum-proofing) the whole shebang. And the land speculator assholes adamantly refuse to help us out at all. To recap: Mic cables, tape on the mic, the door open, the band wasting my time, the phone/voicemail thing, mobile phone noise for the eighth time, the dude you did a favor for, graffiti, the land speculator assholes and the copper pipe thing. |
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When the dude you did a favor for acts like the favor was standard and expects an extra-super-double favor this time, and gets weird when you decline. |
electrical wrote on Sat, 29 April 2006 13:31 |
To recap: Mic cables, tape on the mic, the door open, the band wasting my time, the phone/voicemail thing, mobile phone noise for the eighth time, the dude you did a favor for, graffiti, the land speculator assholes and the copper pipe thing. |
Bob Weston wrote on Wed, 31 May 2006 14:41 |
What's a "log roll"? bob |
Bob Weston wrote on Wed, 31 May 2006 18:41 |
What's a "log roll"? bob |
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What's a "log roll"? bob |
rattleyour wrote on Wed, 31 May 2006 15:32 | ||
It's a signature Mick Fleetwood fill. |
Bob Weston wrote on Thu, 01 June 2006 07:41 |
What's a "log roll"? bob |
J.J. Blair wrote on Fri, 02 June 2006 17:22 |
Tape head cleaner will get that off. I also hate the people who always stand in the middle of the road on the way up to my house, so they can get their picture taken in front of the Hollywood sign. Hey, guess what! There's a car coming to run you over! Maybe you shouldn't be so casual and think that you have the right of way to stand in the middle of the goddamned street for a photo! |
electrical wrote on Sat, 29 April 2006 18:31 |
Not much really annoys me. This shit annoys me: I grab a bunch of mic cables and they're all coiled wrong, so they tangle into a wad when I try to unwrap them. Someone tried to use the wrong mic clip for a mic, and instead of getting the right clip when he realized his mistake, he wrapped a yard of gaffer tape around the mic. At the end of his session, he put the mic back in the drawer with the tape still stuck to it, and now it's a gummy mess I have to contend with. Instead of lowering the thermostat, they've propped-open the door so I'm heating the great outdoors all day. The band spends the first three hours of the day lolling around on the phone, creating a manifesto of a lunch order, socializing with their friends and fucking around on Myspace, and then wants to work until 4am "because we have so much to do..." The phone rings and nobody answers it, so I have to interrupt what I'm doing and answer it. Then the staff's collective response to this complaint isn't "you're right, we should be answering the goddamn telephone," but instead, "See? We need voicemail." The mobile phone makes the guitar amp go "dit-dit-dit" during the quiet part. For the eighth time today. When the dude you did a favor for acts like the favor was standard and expects an extra-super-double favor this time, and gets weird when you decline. Graffiti. Buy your own damn building, build your own damn gangway and spraypaint your name on it. Leave me out of it. The land speculator assholes buy the building next door and knock it down, in the process fucking up the water main, the electric service, the sewer, cracking the wall, flooding the basement and making life hell for a few months. They then leave it as a vacant lot for two years, with a swampy marsh in the center that breeds mosquitoes and smells like Gary, Indiana. Then the bums who collect scrap metal and cans from the alleys start using the swamp as a place to burn the insulation off cabling to get the metal out. Then one of the bums notices that there is a copper coolant pipe on the side of our building running up to the HVAC unit on the roof. The bum then tears this pipe off, so he can get a couple of bucks for it from the scrapper. Then I have to spend $5000 fixing the blown compressor, replacing (and bum-proofing) the whole shebang. And the land speculator assholes adamantly refuse to help us out at all. To recap: Mic cables, tape on the mic, the door open, the band wasting my time, the phone/voicemail thing, mobile phone noise for the eighth time, the dude you did a favor for, graffiti, the land speculator assholes and the copper pipe thing. |
evil robot wrote on Fri, 12 May 2006 11:01 |
You know what annoys me? The whole cowbell thing. Yeah, it was funny once. For a week. Three years ago. Now it's just tired. Get over it. |
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but seriously, anyone not clapping, singing, whistling or otherwise when they walk into a new room is missing out on all the fun! |
Gilli wrote on Tue, 17 October 2006 06:25 |
the girlfriend that comes up to you when you are soundchecking the drums and says she can't hear her boy friend.. |
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Guys who walk up to studio speakers and tap on the cones bother me. -Duardo |
OConnell wrote on Wed, 22 November 2006 11:51 |
You know what annoys me? People who forget that they're doing what they fantasized about doing when they were 15. OK - at least it was ONE of the things that I fantasized about. I'm no box of rainbowsushineflowerpositivity, but christ man - how do you make it through your day with sticky cables???!!! yours respectfully O'Connell |
electrical wrote on Sat, 29 April 2006 12:31 |
The phone rings and nobody answers it, so I have to interrupt what I'm doing and answer it. Then the staff's collective response to this complaint isn't "you're right, we should be answering the goddamn telephone," but instead, "See? We need voicemail." |
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Steve has a distain for voicemail that is not rational. In a way, he doesn't understand that it is the same as an old fashioned answering machine. |
Fibes wrote on Thu, 07 December 2006 16:04 | ||
They are not the same at all, even to ignore all the menu jumping, button pressing bullshit that goes with voicemail, there is one thing, one very important thing that sets them apart: Old fashioned answering machines are analog. |
Greg Norman wrote on Sat, 09 December 2006 00:43 | ||||
-ours is a crappy digital answering machine. |
OConnell wrote on Sat, 09 December 2006 14:41 |
I secretly turned off his cel phone, put my keys to the studio on the console, told the other producer to carry on, and invited her for a smoke break out back. And as we walked out, I closed the one-way steel security door behind me, thereby locking us both out for the evening. No studio phone, no doorbell, nowhere to hang out, no more problem. |
rankus wrote on Thu, 21 December 2006 18:19 |
Hey Henchy, I heard the album you did for The February March recently.. sounds great! The boys had nothing but good shit to say about you! Now, back to the regular programming.... (sorry for hijacking) |
ssltech wrote on Sat, 13 January 2007 07:53 |
Tape wrapped around the mic was already mentioned of course, but there's another annoying place where people shouldn't use tape... |
Neon Noodle wrote on Sat, 13 January 2007 09:23 |
I personally get annoyed when I get a stubborn turd that keeps me on the toilet for 15+ minutes, and then when i finally give up and go to wipe i go through 1/2 a roll of toilet paper 'cause the lil bastard keeps slowly peeking out like a turtle head, taunting me, laughing at me. |