scene: @12 noon,
I'm in my recording studio with my friends,
I'm juggling several problems at once,
but I'm gettin' the job done...suddenly,
they LAUNCH into enthusiastic WHEELIN and DEALING
about a SILVER LINCOLN CONTENENTAL
at a room-DOMINATING voice volume, meanwhile...
I'm STRAINING to hear a mix I'm rollin, THRU the babble,
but nobody realizes they are in a
SOUND SENSITIVE PRECISION MEASUREMENT AREA,
designed FOR the creation, vivisection,
and production of MY SOUND...
(that's the VOLUMElike sensation you HEAR in my studio)
they don't realize the full ramifications about
WHERE they are, and, just by normal friendliness,
they unknowingly OBLITERATE my concentration
and keep blabbing over the DIN,
this all being exaccerbated by ME not being able
to get a word in edgewise.........so,
I go over and turn UP my system LOUDER THAN LOUD!
.......so, what do they do?
they get real close to each other, mouth-to-ear,
like a couple of telephones,
and YELL from @1 inch, into each others ears
as they motion to each other and simultaneously say,
"WHAT?..I can't hear you...", and repeat the process... so,
I crank it to the VERY VERY HEAVIEST OF METAL SHREDDING
and BLARE ASS on their fucking ears and heads.....,
rendering them shellshocked and useless,
totally unable to hold onto any conversation
or thought whatsoever...so, of course,
they try to "yell thru it" one or two more times...finally,
they head out to the conference-area, a mere 10ft away.....
