The following is a slightly edited mish-mash from my blogs and what-knot.
A hello to you sir, madam or undisclosed, a wonderful hello. I've done the whole education thing you know, with the caps, badges and a pencil hooked on my ear, a Masters Degree in Audio Technology. I'm the kind of guy that will say "Bass-boost is only for parties" and "Can I get that in 24-bit please?" because of silly trained ears.
So, About Me? descriptive hmmm, I have an obscure sense of humor, a british accent, I like good music, all types of food, the sound of rain drops, being occasionally sarcastic, sleeping late, abstract arts, poetry (this list is full of clichés?), big tree's, watching Doctor Who in the evenings, computer games and not growing up.
I've been playing Piano, Guitar, Bass and Drums since I was a youngun, but hadn't really started singing properly until I was 20. I've always been around computers so I love anything and everything to do with MIDI sequencing.
I have extensive experience in Music Production spanning roughly 9 years and love working with a variety of musical styles.
A typical home studio recording session consists of a Rode NT5 microphone stereo pair used as overheads or for close miking acoustic instrumentation, Rode K2 for vocals and guitar cabs, an SM-57/58 without the windshield for the edge of my Carlsbro GLX100 speaker cone, all plugged through a MOTU 8Pre FireWire audio interface.
DAWs of choice are Steinberg Cubase 5.5 for primary desktop work and Cockos REAPER for laptop recordings. I use an Roland A-800PRO keyboard for Synths and Drums, but switch to the CME UF7 for Piano and Orchestral work. My preferred guitars used for playing live and recording are the Fender Vista Venus, Squier Classic Vibe Telecaster '50s and a Tanglewood TW-115AS acoustic.
Here's the more confusing part.
Well, you see, I am also an enchanted seller of a high pedigree. How wonderful of you to assume this, brilliantly delivered goods with a pat on the back and a slightly worn rose handed to you, do you not agree? How can one mistake me for a jester? impossible collective thoughts, really quite abysmal and macabre.
Please, sit down and read a good book recommended to me by one of my many cousins, the smallest one in-fact, quite a reader I must say. Beautiful. Many thousands of years ago, I was selling rocks and time capsules that I found scattered around on this planet, it was a well educated and exhausting time, but I coped. Will I be sharing my now aged antique olden golden capsule goodness? Who knows; just be sure to keep a finger tip on my page, or a finger nail if you don't cut them that often.
Much gratuitousness, Pawellion.