Took a week off.

Due to forgetting that work actually needs to be done at university, not just recording and pissing about. I'm not necessarily saying I'm back now, but I'll attempt to say something interesting soon.

No excuse

I'm just not in the state of mind to do this.

I'm in the new house

THISISWEIRD. I can't post, I don't even understand where I am. WHY IS IT DARK OUTSIDE.
SUN COME BACK.
I miss my cat.

Something's gone wrong.

I'm starting this post at 1:07am. I'm doing this to myself as I've snapped under the pressure of the constant box-ticking of university. My course, as of yet, has offered very little chance for any creative thought- and as it's supposed to be a Bachelor of Arts course, I hoped for more.

Thus, I drank two cans of Monster Ripped around 4 hours ago and now find myself chugging down apple tea and counting down the moments until I leave London tomorrow to go and check out the new place in Somerset. Yes, we've finally been able to move in. 

True story, we lived in our old house a full month and a bit without paying the mortgage- turns out they don't have any money to get us out either. Everybody's poor, congrats Conservatives!

Either way, the lack of creative processes in my mind has exploded to me starting a huge new project based on voice, and I'm currently recording and sampling my flatmate's voices. Tomorrow I have Tobe and Percy, the French guy, laying down some vocal. Excited to get this started, as then I may get my inspiration to continue this course back.

So, take this as a pre-warning for any of you who wish to take a sound engineering course in the UK; just don't. Work: you won't owe money and you won't have to tick these fucking bureaucratic, completely pointless and utterly irritating boxes.

Not regretting it though, it's the time of my life with friends I've been around constantly now for 3 years. I couldn't hope for better company, and the time spent in London will only make staying here easier!

Hello, page views.

You guys are bad people.

I love the guy,

But he's become narrow minded since he found her.

Once a strong-minded chap, he instantly melts into a soft paste upon answer her call. His evenings are either spent on his own terms or hers- one being the social option, and the other being locked in his room on Skype. Not to indicate that there's much difference between the two, just one involves the door being open and the Skype window being replaced with iTunes.

His backbone has vanished, replaced with what I presume is a small electrical chip that replaces all logic. Upon powering up, the chip decides that no single thing is more important than this very moment- and that all future hopes and dreams must be thrown asunder in order to please the only woman that ever could possibly matter.

It's a saddening sight to see him pining for a phone call, or feeling that he has to mark his territory for her approaching visit. I find it hard to watch people lose control of their mind's shaded ape-like figure, in which they slowly become driven entirely by their subconscious' need to be the best damn male (/female) reproductive machine that they can be. 

This point loosely links to the plight of over-sensitive people, but I'll offend too many people if I say what I want to say about how they should grow the fuck up (everyone dies, everybody poops and everything is wrong- the only right decision is that you can do nothing about it. However, there is a large world out there- and your troubles can only follow you so far. Mine only took me 3 hours on a bus via Wincanton.)

I'm a romantic person, but my love for this industry, and for music, is equally as important to me as my wonderful other half. I would never say that I love it more, as there are times that I hate music far more than I ever could my girlfriend. In fact, in a straight fist fight, love would (probably) ultimately prevail and I'd get a 9-5. But it's now a large piece of me, and I'd always require the room for myself where I could feel part of the sound again. I realise that I've been blessed with the single girl on the Earth who can accept me for this terribly selfish, dangerous and reckless way of life, and I'm completely thankful for her. 

Ladies, gents.

Love does not need to conquer all. It turns out, many spouses and partners actually enjoy the idea of you having a life and being happy away from the relationship. And as long as you bring home the bacon/ love juice and behave yourself- I don't see a downside of trying to be happy. If you consider that a selfish thought, then also consider how selfish your thoughts have been while reading this. 

And thus, I'll end with the single cheesiest line I can think up on the spot.

Be all you can be.

Still no money.

But on a positive note, the Adam West EP I'm currently working on is sounding great and the remix has been started- even though I'll doubt I'll do too well against the might of Hitchcock's creative brain!

The life of a studying producer is incredibly multi-timbral, ranging from the 10AM lectures and taking notes, to the 5AM "Oh fuck, I've been making beats all night. I had better sleep before my 10AM lecture."

This is often why I am found by a search party most mornings, barely awake and certainly not ready to learn. I'm sure many of you saw the picture of what I look like before 10AM (http://doomcats.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-may-ask-why-i-blog-so-late.html). It's not a trait I'm particularly proud of, but my work rate is high and I'm a productive person, so I am not to be blamed too heavily.

And surely a producer's true job is to be productive above all else?