Let me say this about that....
As a human, and a consumer, I am in a perpetual state of GAS. However the extent of the GAS, whether it is a severe bloat or just a minor percolation, depends on my wants in relation to my needs.
For instance, when I come to the software forum I am in a profound state of GAS. It can get mighty windy around here. Sometimes I feel like I am watching a 24/7 fast food dollar menu cable channel...so many choices, so little time or money.
As much as I want to get the “FF Pro Q2 super freekin magic... line in the sand difference maker,” I am at a loss as to how I could justify buying it considering that I do not want to live in poverty, nor do I wish to forgo sharing a portion of my meager earnings with family and friends.
So, I am left with the available tools in Sonar.
I love women, but as I have come to realize there is no universal perfect woman, I have also come to realize that there may be the “perfect woman for me.”
The perfectness of my woman, in a large part, depends the perfectness of me, and my abilities to meet her needs and desires, both physically and emotionally. The better I know her, and execute the moves I have learned, the stronger her love towards me will be. We are symbiotic.
Don’t get me wrong. I do not believe woman are software, or that they are plug ins. What I am trying to convey is that “like women,” plug ins need to be understood, and the learning should never stop.
Each plug in has specific characteristics that make them sing. It is dependent on the mix engineer to learn which buttons to press and knobs to turn that will achieve the desired result, be it earth shattering or smooth.
I have a friend who drives a Porsche. When I see that car I nearly lose my mind. People fawn over him when they see that car. He can get into and out of situations because of people’s perceptions about the car, which they transfer to his personae. Ultimately though, it is just a car.
On the other hand, I drive a very old car. It starts every time. I don’t have to park at the far end of the lot for fear of getting a ding, and the cost insurance is much less. Of course, no one fawns over me, but people do comment on the frugality and practicality of using what I “have” to get me from point A to point B.
Plug ins are no more like cars than they are like women. But learning what makes them tick, and makes their engine purr, is the holy grail for me. I need to listen better, and tweak those parameters that make me one with the vibes. Within and without, when you can do that...KAPOW...music.
the blind horse