I’ve never understood the allure of life drawing. You get to stand dead upright in front of an easel for 3 hours staring at some naked person, drawing them and shading them in a variety of different ways. Stop laughing about the naked people bit.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that the college where I attend these classes didn’t have such a fetish for obese, old or ginger people. Not that I have anything against these groups of individuals on a general sense; many of them can be lovely company. I just have absolutely no interest in seeing them stripping down and lounging about with their unmentionables staring me down. It ain’t as much fun as it sounds; I’m here to tell you. Still, only another 8 weeks of it left and I can call it finished for the rest of my natural born life, with any luck. I can’t really see where life drawing of any kind comes into audio production methods…
Talking of which, I finally got that all important first extra tutorial in the recording studio yesterday, after I posted my chain mail rant (still fuming a little about that). Karl brought me and a few other guys from the Creative Sound Production course in to the studio to show us how the desk works, how to set it up for voice recording and how to tweak levels to suit the context. It was pretty awesome. Then we sat around and chatted, and I got some decent info from the guys about what the course will involve, and I have to say, I’m actually looking forward to learning the theory behind all the practical applications of sound.
There is nothing in the world better than a good cup of tea, I’ll tell you that right away. Especially after you’ve had to trudge through a small blizzard to draw some fat chick for 3 hours before trudging back in the somehow colder winds. Yes, the rant continues. Hot, scalding tea. *sigh*
Awesome.
I hope Lynette manages to actually book our train tickets to see Cat today. If not, it’ll be me doing it at midnight, and I hate doing it – I always get the dates or the times wrong or something like that, and it’s just better left to the more efficient woman. Though I know she’s reading this, and I also know what she’s thinking. “Bullshit, you lazy fucker.”
Well, yeah.
But I’m sticking with efficiency.