It was light when I left work anyways, in fact it was getting perfect because there would be no glare from the sum being about 2 hours away from going down, it would be 1 hour away with trees.
Now I get to put up with the Sun for the drive home.
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It was light when I left work anyways, in fact it was getting perfect because there would be no glare from the sum being about 2 hours away from going down, it would be 1 hour away with trees.
Now I get to put up with the Sun for the drive home.
I have to drive to fucking Silver Spring to work on 2 projects that have been going on forever and that I do not enjoy in the least. One of the artists I am working with is so wrecked on coke all the time that it makes our sessions, shall we say, interesting. Actually, she is pretty happy as long as her stash doesn't run out. When it does she gets cranky, and when she gets cranky I get cranky.
She's very talented, and as a matter fact is a grammy winning artist in a very well know a cappella group. She's worth the agony only because I can add her to my client list.
And she always pays on time.
Yeah, getting paid on time is nice, but there is no joy on getting paid for work that constantly gets redone all the time. She keeps coming up with new vocal parts for this song we've been working on. The she decides she doesn't want to use them and we revert to the old takes. It's terribly frustrating, and I'd rather move forward with her project than keep working on all this stupid shit.
That would get real creepy real quick.
Is she one of those who insists on layering her own voice like 4 times?
PROTIP: COKE DOES NOT MAKE YOU HORNY.
Moving along, by weird I think he means they would actually have to talk about shit.