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The Perils of Being a Poor Recording Artist

Today I am thankful for sound proof foam.

I realize that I need more of it.

My makeshift recording studio is in my bedroom.  I used to record in my basement but my ex lives there.

I had to put it in my room.

I'm using quilts and a makeshift eggcrate foam filled box for my microphone to record my vocals in now. 

It's a little uncomfortable.  I can't project my voice doing that.

I just don't want to mount black foam on my bedroom walls.

What would people think?

It would look like I'm more exciting than I really am. 

So....no.

I use a cheap Yeti microphone now. 

That sucker picks up everything.

My neighbors got into it today.

I could hear every single word on the recording.

It was supposed to be a meditation recording.

Upon playback, I heard....

Make yourself comfortable......

"Don't touch my car!!"
Close your eyes now......

"Help!! Help!!:
and imagine a safe place......

"Asshole!!"

filled with objects of special significance to you..
"Someone Call the Cops NOW!"

This went on for a good ten minutes. So I called the cops.

I went outside with the dispatcher on the line to see what the fuss was about. 

Well....I live next to a rental property.

There must be two or three families living in this three bedroom house.  They have seven or so cars and two motorcycles. 

They were arguing over a parking space!!!

Um.....I think they are too young to understand housing codes.  It won't be long before another one of my neighbors calls Code Enforcement. 

They used to park and partially block my driveway.  It didn't bug me when they did that because it kept Mike's family from parking in such a manner as to impede my ability to leave the house.

When they saw what a poor driver I am, they stopped parking near my vehicle.

So....I'm off to bed realizing that I have to shelve my recording project another day.

No one can relax to the non-ambient sounds of people cursing and fighting.

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The 911 dispatcher was strange.

I told her that I was having trouble with my eyes.  For some reason, my asthma is o bad now that I am having trouble breathing in the cold air.

I know....I have an inhaler.  I have no clue how to use it. 

I'm having trouble seeing in the dark. I think I have an eye infection.

Upon hearing that, she wanted me to give in depth descriptions of the vehicles and all five of the people involved in the dispute.

I was outside and couldn't breathe.

I definitely could not give her the detailed descriptions of all of the vehicles.  I'm not sure if the woman involved in the argument lives at that address or if she is dating one of guys - her vehicles is one that I have not seen before.

They should be careful.  I'm sure they are breaking city code just by having so many tenants and cars.

It's probably incredibly stupid that they call attention to themselves. 

I told the dispatcher to forget it.  I can't see.  I can't breathe.  If they could not send an officer down to handle the dispute it wasn't worth the effort.

The sad thing is that I have their dispute on tape. 

I'll record over it tomorrow.

People are weird....very weird.

Love ya lots,

S.


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