The Cog Speaks, Ep2
Fair warning, no excuses, this’un is more of a wild ride into my day to day thinks,,,,
Transcript ‘inside’
(more…)Pulled the trigger, now, to see where the rounds land.
I’ve already mentioned that I was getting a new ‘puter, and it is on its way. Mentioned the urge to do a podcast thing, so pulled the trigger and bought a microphone, QUALITY microphone, so that my voice sounds better. I played with the microphones on the laptops and phones, and I would need to play some serious games to be comfortable throwing those into the mix.
So what do I sound like?
in Answer to Sammi: no, not Mike Rowe, I wish! LOL. But I have been told more times than not, my voice ‘carries weight’ and is always clear. What can I say, the lessons of grands struck deep: Clarity, enunciation, sibilance. Mumbling is anethema!!!
But un-interestingly enough, my voice carries ‘other’ traits as well: everyones does. When I am talking to my kids, its a different timbre, when I am speaking at work, another timbre. SO, what you will hear in my ‘cast’, may not be what you would hear when we were sharing a drink around a fire, and definitely NOT what you would hear if I were discussing with Mamakat why she isn’t permitted another helping of DedKow at 10:30pm.
I hate to tease, but its just something that you’ll have to wait for, since the gear isn’t in my hands, yet. The New to me Lappy is languishing in USPS hands currently. The mIcrophone is retained in a Zon warehouse, awaiting some small droid for fulfillment.
And I will need to play a bit. No Pitch Correction, just EQ and some compression, maybe a little reverb to bring the room alive (my house is acoustically dead, for the very reason ‘I want to hear it unfiltered and unadulterated’, but that makes vocal recording ‘flat and lifeless’.)
Yeah, I’ve done studio mixing as well as live. I prefered live since it was like combat without the bullets: Exciting and you only get one shot: fuck it up and you were on a plane going home.
and its been many a year since I have heard me own voice through a monitor,,, (Studio monitors or ‘cans’, not the tinny little speakers on my lappy, and I can’t stand the way I sound through those. Never have.)
Heres something I learned about my hearing. Its really not as much damage to the eardrum, as much as narrowing of the ear-canal. They call it Surfers ear and it can be treated (Surgery to open the canal back up). BUT, it makes my internal sensing of speaking sharper even though it makes hearing the world around me soft and fuzzy.
As a way of showing you what I mean, speak in a normal tone in a quiet room. NOW, repeat what you just said, but with your ears covered. Do you hear the difference? The second exhibit is how I HEAR,,,, Unconsciously, I become more soft spoken (because I think I am yelling.). That also causes me to speak differently than I did back when My Ears were good enough for my (then) Job.
I’ll be retraining myself in speaking again, as well as tweaking the knobs.
excuses? Uh-uh, letting you know that I AM working on this but it may be a bit. Fact is, I was rehearsing ‘my voice’ earlier today, and told myself “If you don’t do this now, you never will, and then you will always wonder’. I don’t want that sort of regret in my life, and in one sense, this is an extenuation of a dream I had when I was touring (and radio was still a thing, Think Limbaugh and such.)
Little story for ya: I even went to a broadcasting school at one point, not as a student, but as a potential student, and was asked by the Dean “Why would you want to step back to learning when you already know all of this stuff?” I knew the gear, I knew how to verbally read; not that deadpan ‘reading in front of the class’ that you recall as a kid, but putting emotion and drive behind the words AS I read them, without needing to rehearse!!!
That one question cut the cord for broadcasting (you need a license.) and propelled me further into live audio. Had I stuck to my guns, I could have aced that school, and had that license, and done ‘something’,
only, HINDSIGHT, right?
Like the writing thing: Self Publishing will likely not pay off at the same rate as getting picked up by a major publisher could, Self publshing music, SAME. Podcasting,,,
Luck of the dice, place and persistence. joe Rogan didn’t start as a Podcaster, but, how many millions was he paid recently on Spotify? He persisted through several evolutions. Mike Rowe started off selling geegaws on the Home Shopping Network (how many of us genX’ers recall that little tidbit from Cable TV?) There are bands that have never signed contracts with the labels, making damned good money on their terms, and touring the world; all because they published on Utoob. Writers that make decent livings, self-published on Zon or other avenues, yet never signed with a publisher and forced to write for the Editors personal leanings, or the publishers whim.
Time, Persistence, and maybe a toss of the dice,,,
And PROMOTION. thats the one area I have a knack at, FOR OTHERS, but rather suck at for myself. Call it vestigial vanity fear or something. I went into audio because I don’t like being on-stage, covered in the limelight, and EXPOSED, I don’t like getting my pictures taken either. Some people live for that: I cringe. Putting my words out is different somehow, but I still recoil at SELF-PROMOTION.
I used to tell the bands I worked with (when I was mixing clubs still) that “there are 30000 damned good lead guitarists, for every ONE guitar god you know the name of.” (choose your instrument, it still applies,,,,) It all comes down to self promotion and a little bit of luck.
And yet, Here I am, getting prepared to jump in, and see what happens. The big thing for me, is finding enough material to keep a monologue running for at least an hour. Anything less seems pointless to me. That was my reasoning for making this a once a week thing; Material. That might will evolve as I learn and grow,
And scrolling through podcasts on Spotify, I noted almost all of them are doing interviews, not just the big guys/gals. Even the up-n-comers are doing it. I may have to explore that option. Not interviewing celebs or such, but Joey Normal from the street sort of things. I think hearing from everyday Joe-blow about his feelings on the world at large might be more entertaining and impactful than me spouting at the mouth for an hour. I’ll have to explore that and see what I can get rolling. (fair warning to friends, I’m thinking you are my first guinea pigs for this,,,,)
I guess we all, you, me, my potential victims in interviews, get to see how this pans out.
More laters,,,, Hitting the lake since I can’t do much else on this idea just yet. Keep working that voice, talking to the fish and other wildlife. (Deer seem to like it when I talk to them, as long as I don’t get TOO close,,,,)
LIVE
LEARN
Laugh
Love
LOAD


Man, talk about fear of livin’!!!
I don’t want to quote the article, but I will link it. And don’t ask why I went down that little side road, doesn’t matter much but I did go there and the “Ick” I picked up from the writer was thick like Alien saliva and just as caustic.
ANnnndddddddd,,,,,,,,,, it all started when I busted out in song at work today (I do that when things are getting heavy and stressful,,, don’t ask.) I started singing this song.
SO, the article in question. (Click ‘More” at the top of the page, and you’ll see the article) I guess the take I picked up from the actual lyrics is right in line with my outlook on life since my split with the EX: LIVE LIFE!!! And yah, there are some in this world that will look at that outlook as dangerous and STOOPID. Sorry, I think I would rather take risks and fail than live in a stone fortress protecting me from everything and eventually being buried within it, having never breathed the air of life.
Look at Musk and his many different games. Like his rockets. He regularly blows up/vaporizes rockets: all in the name of research. Find out what went wrong, improve the breed. Just like evolution, but on a warp speed timeline. And the man is getting closer to getting off this damned rock, unlike some four letter agency that would shutter an entire project if things went south/blooiee. Same agency is getting left in the dust by other countries and PRIVATE INDUSTRY, and still rakes in BILLIONS of taxpayer dollars and hasn’t shown a decent return on it in ages. (with the exception of the Mars Rovers, which far exceeded anyones expectations, thanks to the scouring winds of Mars being able to clean off the solar panels and keep them alive longer. Something NO ONE predicted,,,)
Looking closer to home. Yeah, Introvert I am, but many that meet me would have no clue of it. Published writings, built my own home, never settled down,
Shooting star? No, but I sure don’t hide behind stone walls and cringe at the idea of living a life either.
I pity the author of that article. If there is any symblance of the writing to their actual life,,,
She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead,,,,
said author needs to look in a mirror and introduce themself to ‘the real loser’.
God is not in the temple, God is not in the mosque,,,
And that quote from a video set the mood for the day,,, NOTE: not saying there isn’t a God, only that the symbols do not equate to the being.)
who do you want to be today?
Lets trip down that rabbit hole, (caution, one hour plus, BUT, it will suck ya in fast and in fun ways.)
We all know this reality isn’t real, we have memories that ‘don’t fit’, things sometimes happen that aren’t explainable, not really.
I still have a dog in my life, that came to me after I looked to the skies and said, “I just wanna a dawg!” after holding a conversation with a scorpian under the Texas sun in July.

I get frustrated. I know this ‘reality’ is malleable as putty in a sculptors hands. Seen it. And yet, those little quarks like funky Carbs on mowers that don’t wanna function correctly without ‘work’, or differentials on trucks that whine and wheeze,,,, They sure make this ‘reality’ feel solid enough, don’t they.
Guess I am not some Yogi master yet,,,,
ROFLMAO,,, Yeah,,, as if,,,,,
(one can have goals though,,,,)
For some reason, the water didn’t call to me this week. Went,,, just no desire to paddle,
And I can say why,,, I didn’t want to be out there alone this week. I wanted to share it, (not with the burnout,,, he wouldn’t appreciate it correctly,,,) Because of that, the draw just wasn’t there. That’s alright, I will have other days where that is the ONLY thing I want: Away from every pendulating richard suckin atmo, silence except for paddle splash and the shoosh of a hull through waves, or hiss of rain on lake surface: me, alone with my thoughts, and little between me and Universe to interfere.
And life is good, my end of it anyways. I looked at the bank account and saw numbers that give me a warm fuzzy feeling. Nothing mindblowingly stellar; more like “Cushion”,,, (and this gets brought up in that video above, money brings it’s own problems. I know it, BTDT on a small level and remember the stress levels. ) yeah, even with the idea that I am going to be spending mad money on Buffalo here soon, not fretting about making the ends meet. (and if things go sideways, won’t worry about it then, and won’t be the only one. Will be far more worried about keeping mine MINE, and staying alive, then to worry about credit scores or some banker far away getting antsy about his failing numbers.)
yup, even without the water time this week, feeling pretty good about things.
Now if I could just learn to manipulate this reality to ‘fix’ carburators and wornout differentials, with my mind,,, not just tools and hands, (and money,,,)
Who do YOU want to be today?
I choose ME. (but who am I? LOL)
Keep on livin’
Two days straight,,,,
Blessed relaxing water time,,, not many miles, lots of sitting in place watching the world, THE REAL WORLD, waking up from winters slumber. Hearing the songs of birds screaming for sex (why yes Virginia, that is EXACTLY what those songs mean,,,,) catching sight of the little groups of wildflowers waking up and bursting forth,,, Seeing trees budding and blooming.
And getting some muscle activity in too,,, of course, paddling,,, had to get away from the ramp and the rudeness of loud music some insist on,,,, Time and a place, IMO, and I am one of those that “when I am listening to “X”, so are the neighbors” (rare, does happen) but when you are at a public park where people are fishing etc,,, tone it down, please. (Hell, I made a living getting loud for years,,,, kinda in my blood, but I also understand and desire the sounds of silence at times.,,,_
I did some pushing of the paddle today, yesterday not as much. No wind after almost a month and half of “Ughs!” and fighting off the Cruds,,, Could get up to speed, but no stamina. Gotta work on that and the best way is exactly what I was doing,,, push a little, rest, push a little more,,,
I have a race in April (27th) And laughingly enough, this year I am in the “senior” race class,,,,, 55 being the change year. S’alright, I know I’m gettin’ long in tooth, I feel it more and more every year,,,gonna have to start looking for those places that give discounts to us ol’folk,,,, I know some of them start at the age of 55,,,, (gotta save what I can where I can how I can,,, $’s don’t stretch like they usedta, and I am not shy about taking advantage of my age,,,,)
My mind though,,, OODDlles better than it was this AM when I posted up first. I started dropping back into that “FTW” shift and that leads to ‘mucho muy mal’ thinks. Wanna carry the good vibes into this workweek,,,, Enough trials and tribs to keep one’s world offset, without needing to add to the fray with “Poly-TIcks”, right?
Anywhoos,,, I am gonna wrap up my weekend of good with a song for y’all,,, yeah, it was written back in the late 80’s early 90’s and is kinda sorta political in nature, but it always gets me fire up and ready to rumble in the world.
(I posted the track only, since the vid was political and very liberal in esscence, from the ‘get out the voat’ age of MTV,,, Frickin’ communists fuck everything up.)
Peace, and keep on livin’
we are all disposable
The amount of clutter these vehicles can obtain in such a short time is flat incredible. What one piece of clutter means to one quantum shadow, may or may not, and usually NOT mean the same thing to another.
We have a ton of stuff that’s going straight to the dump. old magazines, notebooks, scratchpads, etc. I’m going through all of it this morning to make sure that nothing was slipped in on purpose/on accident: bills, both debtor and collector, bills of the FRN sort (found a few of those too) passwords for tech stuff, (yup, scribbled in margins,,,).
one life ends,,,
life carries on.
So, sitting here, waiting for my sisters to arrive today, spent the night in moms apartment while doing the sort and pitch thing. And using a ‘new to me’ Mac to write this. I getting my Unix legs back, still not comfortable with command line work, but it IS the best way to do things in Unix and Linux machines.
If the Sis’s take much longer, I will have a chance to do some reading and catch up.
y’all take care and stay tuned.




