I am not sure if you are thinking: “How comes Darren isn’t recording anymore?” Probably not. My solitary reader is probably wondering when I am going to post some revealing pictures of myself in a desperate attempt to increase traffic. It’s never gonna happen, baby. But back to my initial preamble, my PC hasn’t been well. I reinstalled WinXP yet again only to discover that the same self issue presented itself with SONAR adding all manner of clicks, pops and burps to anything I tried to record. I have tweaked, prodded, pulled, smacked, whacked, thrakked and bashed the damn thing, but still the problem persists. G’ah! I feel like breaking something. I seem to be going through a phase where everything seems to be a problem. I just want to turn on, plug in and record and not have all this hassle. I’ve been thinking about dumping the PC and getting a hardware multitrack recorder, but alas, the cost is prohibitive and the computer has more going for it in terms of what you can do with your audio. Oh well, bite your lip and stop whimpering, you big girl.
Alex the Wonderdog is improving. The foul flatulence caused by the anaesthetic from his visit to the Vet has almost gone. I awoke on Friday morning thinking that I had accidentally set my bed in a Victorian sewer. The Missus was convinced that the White Trumper had made a whoopsie on the bedroom floor. Luckily, the wind is now blowing in the other direction, as it were.
More stories of woe are filtering back to me via the Lock Information Network Dispersal Agent (or L.I.N.D.A. – only The Missus will get that joke) and it seems that at least three other dogs have been attacked by the Mastiff that lives in Colebrook Lane. One Staffordshire Bull Terrier managed to get the upper hand on the larger dog and took a bite out of it, but there does seem to be a pattern emerging of dog attacks and from what I’ve heard it might be deliberate. It seems that Mr M G of Colebrook Lane isn’t a particularly well-liked chap in the area. I made another report of the incident to the RSCPA, but I doubt anything will come of it. All the authorities will say is “don’t do it again, Mr G” and the rest of us dog owners will just have to take care not to be in the wrong place at the wrong time again. Why is life like that? Answers on a postcard, please.
Tomorrow night is my first music gig of 2006. I was a bit worried about leaving Alex at home but my mum’s friend is going to dog sit with him. They get on well with each other so that’s just fine. Whodathunkit…a babysitter for a dog, eh? What’s that all about? Anyways, I’ve been looking forward to this for a while. I’ll cobble together a review for all you internet googlers looking for a quick gig fix.