tireder
i may be more tired than i think. up before 9am, then i walked to midtown and back. that‘s a long way, and 9am is early for me.
i have been talking a lot. talking. into thin air. getting my radio mojo on, trying to rediscover the mystery of talking without interruption. i have a phlegm in my gut that needs to be stirred, a voice that needs sculpting, but not through conversation, because no one listens anyway, and i must PREACH, but on what matters i do not know. preach, sew, crapple, prattle. i love the erotica of sound. the intimacy of the nakedness of experience when communicated only through sound. i am trying to get the technique right. get the levels and the condensors and Hz low cuts. and all that. because at present i sound like i am talking into a tin can. and style counts for something, it represents competence and possibly authority in the field. i have a lot to learn. i remember a radio job i did not get, i believe on account of my technical incompetence in setting levels on a mixing board. i have a friend who is expert, or who seems to be expert in this realm, but most time if i ask him a question he just tells me to google it, so i say fuck you, and i don‘t ask his opinion on too many things any more. i also sound like i am talking into a tin can.
