Dad3353

That's a very long seven seconds.

"... I had it sawed in half..." but forgot to specify 'in thickness'..!

If your bloke has the latest version (v4, I believe...), the project may be exported as 'AAF' files, which many DAW's can import (Protools, Cubase etc, but not Reaper...). If his version is earlier than that, only Studio One can read 'em. Hope this helps. Edit: The 'Artist' version costs £93 from Amazon.co.uk; might be worth investing..?

... which inspired Fairport Convention to record this ...

How about Hot Tuna..?

Does that count as a log in trouble..?

At that price, what does it matter..?

I read this as the name of another band at the Festival..!

Yes, I believe you're right; that last video belongs in those other 'debate' threads, not here..! I could move it, but maybe the Poster had something in mind that I've not captured..? Wouldn't be the first time..!

... with the added bonus of being quite considerably shorter in duration.

Must be a typo; the text should read, not 'Pick', but 'Pig in a poke'.

+1 ^^ Come on, Dave; how hard can it be..? Just break out a ream or two of paper and sharpen your quill. We're waiting...

Fixed. (You'll get used to it, I'm sure...)

... which only goes to prove that it's not a completely useless appendage. That one might be a bit more called upon for usual tasks is fine, but both hands are fit for doing many things, whether lefty or righty. Amputees adapt rather well, for the most part, by necessity, and more folks than is often assumed are rather more ambidextrous, with only a slight leaning to either right or left hand use. When driving, both hands are used. In a British RHD car the radio is on the left. In Europe (and elsewhere...) it's on the right. One doesn't cross hands to operate these things; either hand will do, for most folks.

Contractually they were obliged to edit out the good stuff. ...

Oh, yes, I can.

Just for the anecdote... More years ago than I care to remember (even if I could ...), I was an active member of the organising team for our local summer festival (Les Trois Elephants; look it up..?). Ideas for a 'theme' were always in discussion over the winter hiatus; one suggestion I made seemed to strike a note with the others. I had contacts, from a previous job, with purveyors of second-hand pianos in the North of England. They had (and still have...) entire floors of a very large building, heaving with pianos of all sorts, many of which have no value as instruments (wooden frames, you see...), to be had for a song and a penny. My idea was to bring over to France a Tautliner full of pianos (about fifty or so...), build a pyramid as part of the festival decor, and, at a suitable moment, set it alight. Stuffed with adequate preparation (ping-pong balls stuck in the strings, rubber bands, a bit of pyrotechnics...), the blaze would 'play' itself; it was to be recorded, both from outside and from a couple of sacrificial mic's inside. The budget was accorded (modest enough; the truck cost more than the joannas...), and a few days before the festival, they were delivered. That's when it all went wrong. Seeing these pianos, half of the team, and more onlookers once they heard the news, decided that these 'instruments' were in too good a state, and would grace their homes. Once a distribution of the better looking furniture (for that's what they're classed as, really...) had taken place, there were so few pianos left, it was not worth piling 'em up..! The remaining pieces were scattered around the festival site as ornaments, but the Biggest Blaze of Pianos in the World did not take place. A shame, really, as I could otherwise have played you the resulting cacophony. I'd especially ordered (and paid extra for...) a player piano, which was to be the summit of the edifice, playing away by itself until things go too hot. Never mind; at least I tried. The festival was, despite not having this show-piece, a great success, and for several more years since, including this year.

'Noise' being the operative word.

But there's nothing to 'get'..! If it doesn't have a positive effect on you, just give it a miss, surely..? A looped recording of half a ton of empty beer bottles and silver cutlery being rolled down the stairs of a lighthouse appeals to me very little, and if I heard such, and my ears proved me right, I'd not repeat the audition. Others may dance and clap with glee, and wax lyrical as to its relevance to modern thinking; so..? I'd still not like it, and would avoid hearing it again. Let the children play, I say; the dogs bark, the caravan passes.

Masterpiece indeed..! Thanks for posting; that is Good Stuff. Lenny's Dad might like it, too.

Be careful, now; you've been warned. It's a slippery slope, and you've soap on your soles...