godfuckingDAMN IT MOTHER FUCKER (loooong post ahead )
Backstory:
EDIT: Any hints towards the identity of the band has been removed, in an attempt to be a little less of a jerk than I already am. Let's just say that it's an album I did for sentimental reasons, that I didn't charge for waah. Just doing it for experience and other reasons I can't divulge without giving away to much. I'm doing the vocals.
It all started a few months ago...
Drumtracking was hell. A full week spent doing a redicoulous amount of edits and re-takes on 9 hour days (which after I went straight to work, OH GOODY) and constantly fighting off bullshit from people who like to hear themselves talk about shit they don't know anything about.
Him: "Dude, can't you just edit together the chorus and the vers right there?"
Me: "No, you jackass, since there is a 16 bar interlude in between which you should know SINCE YOU WROTE THE FUCKING SONG AND HAVE PLAYED IT FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS!"
Him: "Oh, well can't you just maximize the snare with the EQ? "
Me: "WHAT?!"
Oh, and in between the part about the interlude and admitting that he was wrong yet again, insert about 20 minutes of "No there isnt. Yes there is.No there isnt. YESITFUCKINIS"
Guitar tracking was about the same, except now we recorded in my home studio so now I had the added pleasure of having my furniture molested by all their shit and their continuing violation of my "NO FUCKING COFFEE MUGS AND/OR BEVERAGES ON MY FUCKING DESK YOU SHITHEADS" policy. Good times.
Again, add sixteen thousands retakes and arguing about parts since neither of the guitar players who have been playing these songs for almost three years have any clue what they are doing.
Bass tracking was a breeze. Yeah, really. Me and the bassplayer are good friends and we had fun dialing in a crushing bass tone, and jamming out pretty much all of the songs in just a few hours. The only reedeming factor in this entire ordeal.
All through out this beast I was doing editing/mixing on my own time. I spent about 10-12 hours atleast on the drum edits alone. (Not just the drummers fault, I fucked up some too and had to mess with the triggering quite a bit)
and I guess an additional 15 grueling hours mixing. Not to mention the 5-6 hours OF MY OWN TIME that I spent dialing in guitar tones for them.
None of this is of course anything out of the ordinary, many people here probably spend way more time fixing worse things, but this is all part of a bigger picture.
So come time to record the vocals. I get two songs down, then my interface breaks down. I sent it in to get repaired, a 5 minute soldering job they said. I got it back two weeks later with a hefty fucking bill attached. Yiipee.
Headphones are next. They got them repaired in just two or three days. I'm impressed.
Next up is "the move". Me and my GF moved to a new place, and of course that means that my studio has to be taped up in big boxes while all the renovations are taking place. They finished yesterday, and I got the studio up and running today.
Which brings us to what this is all about. This morning I started, what I hoped would be, the final tracking session. All was going to be over. Any suprise that I was dead wrong?
I tracked two songs. Killer sound, was very happy with how my vocals were turning out. Did some overlays that were turning out fat as hell. But it was all too good to be true. Cubase, for whatever reason, deleted all my inserts on all channels. This includes many fine-tuned instances of ApTrigga, careful EQ settings and amp settings (8505). Fortunantly, I have most of the settings saved, so it's not a complete disaster. I'm just so fucking sick of this. This project has been like a fucking cancer on my brain for the last 5 months, and just when it had an ending in sight I got massively fucked one again.
Sorry for being a whiny bitch, but I just wanted to vent. And I'm hoping that writing this will give me the strenght to get back in there and fix this shit once and for all.
During this entire process, I get about 1-2 text messages a week, asking "what the fuck is taking so long dude" Any attempts of an explanation is just met with "Well can't you just fix it?"
Also, my headphones are acting up again.
I have yet to recieve a 'thank you'.
Backstory:
EDIT: Any hints towards the identity of the band has been removed, in an attempt to be a little less of a jerk than I already am. Let's just say that it's an album I did for sentimental reasons, that I didn't charge for waah. Just doing it for experience and other reasons I can't divulge without giving away to much. I'm doing the vocals.
It all started a few months ago...
Drumtracking was hell. A full week spent doing a redicoulous amount of edits and re-takes on 9 hour days (which after I went straight to work, OH GOODY) and constantly fighting off bullshit from people who like to hear themselves talk about shit they don't know anything about.
Him: "Dude, can't you just edit together the chorus and the vers right there?"
Me: "No, you jackass, since there is a 16 bar interlude in between which you should know SINCE YOU WROTE THE FUCKING SONG AND HAVE PLAYED IT FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS!"
Him: "Oh, well can't you just maximize the snare with the EQ? "
Me: "WHAT?!"
Oh, and in between the part about the interlude and admitting that he was wrong yet again, insert about 20 minutes of "No there isnt. Yes there is.No there isnt. YESITFUCKINIS"
Guitar tracking was about the same, except now we recorded in my home studio so now I had the added pleasure of having my furniture molested by all their shit and their continuing violation of my "NO FUCKING COFFEE MUGS AND/OR BEVERAGES ON MY FUCKING DESK YOU SHITHEADS" policy. Good times.
Again, add sixteen thousands retakes and arguing about parts since neither of the guitar players who have been playing these songs for almost three years have any clue what they are doing.
Bass tracking was a breeze. Yeah, really. Me and the bassplayer are good friends and we had fun dialing in a crushing bass tone, and jamming out pretty much all of the songs in just a few hours. The only reedeming factor in this entire ordeal.
All through out this beast I was doing editing/mixing on my own time. I spent about 10-12 hours atleast on the drum edits alone. (Not just the drummers fault, I fucked up some too and had to mess with the triggering quite a bit)
and I guess an additional 15 grueling hours mixing. Not to mention the 5-6 hours OF MY OWN TIME that I spent dialing in guitar tones for them.
None of this is of course anything out of the ordinary, many people here probably spend way more time fixing worse things, but this is all part of a bigger picture.
So come time to record the vocals. I get two songs down, then my interface breaks down. I sent it in to get repaired, a 5 minute soldering job they said. I got it back two weeks later with a hefty fucking bill attached. Yiipee.
Headphones are next. They got them repaired in just two or three days. I'm impressed.
Next up is "the move". Me and my GF moved to a new place, and of course that means that my studio has to be taped up in big boxes while all the renovations are taking place. They finished yesterday, and I got the studio up and running today.
Which brings us to what this is all about. This morning I started, what I hoped would be, the final tracking session. All was going to be over. Any suprise that I was dead wrong?
I tracked two songs. Killer sound, was very happy with how my vocals were turning out. Did some overlays that were turning out fat as hell. But it was all too good to be true. Cubase, for whatever reason, deleted all my inserts on all channels. This includes many fine-tuned instances of ApTrigga, careful EQ settings and amp settings (8505). Fortunantly, I have most of the settings saved, so it's not a complete disaster. I'm just so fucking sick of this. This project has been like a fucking cancer on my brain for the last 5 months, and just when it had an ending in sight I got massively fucked one again.
Sorry for being a whiny bitch, but I just wanted to vent. And I'm hoping that writing this will give me the strenght to get back in there and fix this shit once and for all.
During this entire process, I get about 1-2 text messages a week, asking "what the fuck is taking so long dude" Any attempts of an explanation is just met with "Well can't you just fix it?"
Also, my headphones are acting up again.
I have yet to recieve a 'thank you'.