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today i took a quick trip out to buy some patch cables and a power strip for the recording setup. (on the credit card, which i shouldn't have done, but i'm completely consumed by the music thing at the moment and don't want to lose momentum due to something as trivial as $40 worth of cables.)
first, the very young salesguy in the music store tried to show off his knowledge of microphones by claiming some crappy Peavey thing was better than an SM57. puh-leeze.
then, in the Target parking lot, i saw something extra special. as i was walking back to my car, i saw a young guy cruise by in his heavily customized Civic, bass booming for blocks in every direction. he passed a group of 14-year-old or so girls, all of whom watched him pass, then looked at each other and at me and burst into laughter and a litany of just exactly how lame the guy was and how cool he thought he was.
it was priceless.
first, the very young salesguy in the music store tried to show off his knowledge of microphones by claiming some crappy Peavey thing was better than an SM57. puh-leeze.
then, in the Target parking lot, i saw something extra special. as i was walking back to my car, i saw a young guy cruise by in his heavily customized Civic, bass booming for blocks in every direction. he passed a group of 14-year-old or so girls, all of whom watched him pass, then looked at each other and at me and burst into laughter and a litany of just exactly how lame the guy was and how cool he thought he was.
it was priceless.
