When I decided to turn this closet into a recording space I had to remove the giant box that my roomie had packed her enormous television in, to make room for me, two chairs, my mic and my laptop (which I have to prop up on top of an upside-down plastic dish cover, on top of three big books). My roomie told me I could do whatever I wanted with the box, and thus began the process of cannibalization. I started by cutting up the styrofoam and fitting the pieces Tetris-style against the doors. When those ran out, I cut up a section of the box that wasn't being used to hold all the packing peanuts, or "ghost farts" as my roomie refers to them. Then I moved on to the bubble wrap.
This was a long, laborious, satisfyingly obsessive process. To hold everything together I used whatever I had around me. I started with the first aid tape I'd brought to tape my fingers up when I drum. When that ran out I moved on to scotch tape. When that ran out I moved on to the mass of packing tape that was all tangled up in the packing material, yet still retained its stickiness.
Yup, I am one resourceful chippy. I am outrageously pleased with the incredibly janky-looking result. I think it does the whole process a world of justice.
Now I just need to get the damn microphone to stop hissing so I can start making hire-me-worthy voiceover tracks out of this twelfth-rate recording studio.
Making something beautiful from a pile of poop. Seems to be a running theme.
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