#whoajimmy

[dethrayspex]

Had my first day of fancypants audio college today. Most of my classmates seemed to be aiming for careers in studio tinkering, where the boring pop-country and fake hip-hop of tomorrow will be Pro-Tooled into mathematical perfection and shat out directly into Clear Channel's waiting hands. I get the impression that this might indeed be the default cirriculum for those of us who don’t have a specific path in mind. I hereby pledge to my 15 years’ worth of noise-minded homeboys and homegirls that I shall not accept modern FM radio production values as the standard by which I should craft my own professional aesthetic. If I repeatedly tell my instructors that Ween’s version of “Good Ol’ Mountain Dew” is what I consider to be the proper use of pitch correction, maybe they'll take the hint and help me find my own path. Otherwise, I might be in for a rough year of mediocre report cards, followed by a career of mopping corporate party-rapper puke off of studio floors.