Love will tear us apart

Has anyone fell inlove with you, been really persistent to get your atention, did everything to make you like them?

And then PUFF, gone. With no reason, gone.

God-rich and god-poor

Last night i heard critics of my work.

i would say it broke my heart, but then makes me sound wick, but it did, and i assume that it was very hard to hear those critics.

Went home in tears, cried rivers because, in my true sense, i believed what i had done was good and all the emotions i have, all the places i've been, all the people i meet, and my experience. Everything was put in my work. But i guess i have to swallow my pride and all the rolling culture inside, take my cap, and do what others say.

Maybe next time i will have the oportunity to be creative again.

Some people are creative. others just learn a program. everyone can learn a program, but not many can be creative.

I've been mixing one to two programs a day. IT'S TOO MUCH! my ears aren't that trained! i get really tired! of course my work is going to be shit!


plus had two days to do "sound design" for a new program. IT'S TOO MUCH!

the role of the sound designer

If a sound designer takes ages to find the "perfect" song for the picture, then the director comes and says "i don't like it"

Should we change it or should we argue?

Should we show our point of view?

Are we artists or are we mere technicians?

does anyone read this?

If anyone reads or read this blog PLEASE RAISE YOUR HANDS!!!



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It may be years until the day my dreams match my pay

Durected by patrick daughters

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born oh
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups oh

But in the meantime we've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road,
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
knee deep snow
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
o-o-o-o-old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house oh
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done oh

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road,
mushaboom, mushaboom)
knee deep snow
mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow,
mushaboom, mushaboom)
o-o-o-o-old
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Old dirt road rambling rose
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Well I'm Sold...

Am I, or am i not a sound person?

I am a sound person because i make a lot of it when i talk, sometimes when i walk, when wink, when a breath (just enough not to reach the poin of annoying) when i fart, or have an upset tummy, when i sneeze, when i eat, when im in silence...

But does that make me a sound person?

What makes me a sound person?

7 years studying = know nothing

7 years working with it =know nothing


Do i hear well? are my ears fine? Am i def?

I've done soap operas (telenovelas), then i did live shows (tiny ones, folk music - a lot of shouting really and we called it "Tradicional"). I am terrible with techical things. SEE? I SHOULD NEVER SAY THIS. BUT I AM, I'M CRAP!

I am so fucking emotional about sound! It changes my mood! maybe i don't listen consciencly, it's all internal!

Anyway, took a break when i moved to london and been a runner until now.

For the first time in my life i'm doing sound on my own. there's no one in the company to tell me what's wrong, in fact they count on me to tell them whats wrong.

I know what's wrong and i tella ya, starting on the fucking speakers that should be lower and are almost stuck on the ceiling because it "looks better", but i'm fuckin stretching my neck everytime im mixing.

INSTINCT!

IS THAT THE TIME I CAN USE MY INSTINCT!!!

Seeing on the brighter side, it's a way of doing mistakes and growing up because now it's for real, but im so affraid of making terrible mistakes people will actualy send me ear plugs!!!

I need books, experiences, i need someone to encourage me, i need a producer to tell me "you're in the right direction" ... or maybe i don't. Do I?


it's lovely being 24!

no video yet.

this is a reflexion post

Nigel Godrich

You have read posts in this blog about him.

You will always read posts about him.

I went to the sound school because of him.

When my collegues said "do you know what you are doing" just because i 'm a girl, i would read interviews with him and would listen to his work more and more.

I moved to london because i wanted to meet him.

Destiny got us together for a short term but enough to give me the strenght to continue, like always.

Sometimes i see him in the street.

My hero is my father.

My idol is Nigel Godrich.