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lol just fired up fl studio ,,,normally id create a tune in the pattern editor by sequentially creating patterns until the tune is done ,,beats ,basses,leads,pads,fx,percussion ,vocals ,,etc....then id individually copy each pattern into its equivalent track in the playlist ,,so pattern 2 would be track 2 ...pattern 1 is basically all the patterns together as a whole creatiion ...that would take forever if id written a pretty hefty track ...the viggester for example was massive with all the vocals ,beats bass,synths ,fx,then id copy out vocals multiple times to add different fx for different channels....lol so longwinded ...anyways now i can ,and this only took me about 5 mins to suss out , drop any sample into the playlist ,edit it down with the cut option .automate any part of it or the fx attached to it ,,gross beat is a git to do and needs an extra plugin to control the automation ,although it can be done in the playlist ..i can now drop any 3rd party vst synth in and via the piano roll create basslines ,pads ,arpeggios,sequences ,leads ,fx ..then just draw it into the playlist and atuomate that ...the time saved doing it this way is immense and took me 5 mins to get up and running but 9 years from first getting fl studio to now to realise it .....to say im quick at learning a daw  is like saying michaelangelo`s cistine chapel is a collection of etchings  lololol

just found out about getting song of the week ,,very cool thankyou

im glad to say ive finally got round to putting a track together ,,,this one is done in 3/4 time and hopefully will spawn a load more new tracks for you all ..yay the track is called back on track ...enjoy

yesterday i ventured briskly down into the studio and made for the acoustic perched wrecklessly against the electric as i picked up the guitar i looked to the sky for inspiriation ,well not so much the sky as the ceiling as i was indoors of course and did not have equipped as of yet , glass sun roof ...i then  hit my first chord/strum ...couldnt tell you what chord it was as a)my left hand shape resembled my feeble attempt at grasping a jelly mould suspended by a slinky and b) the strum was ,well to put it midly , crap!! ...i could of been playing an e minor,,,i could also of been playing a sus g sharp flat major 5th with a flattened 9th bundled cabbage 8 maids are milking power chord ...i also could of been fitting ....either way it sounded like a cat being dragged through a mincing machine ...i subsequently re-wrecklessly placed the acoustic back against the electric ...shrugged my shoulders ,and sallied forth back up to the pc whence i did commence to sit and ponder my agonising dilema that basically ive more chance of sprouting a pair of gold plated wings from  my shoulder blades and learning a new language in one day than becoming the next jimi hendrix ....with a swift click of the mouse i shutdown the pc and got into bed with lois from family guy ...and the rest is ,shall we say, none of your dam business :D

once upon a time there lived an egyptian pharoh named i-kan boo-gee whos job it was to clean the kings belly button ...apparently he was crap and eventually was exiled into the desert where he perished ...meanwhile the king now at a loss for the maintenance of his belly button noticed that over the days it began to accumulate stuff ...curious as to this occurence he summoned a slave ,one who was knowledgeable in these things , and questioned the waif as to why this was happening ..the waif ,terrified of revealing the truth about sed build up of collective in the kings bb suddenly came up with a great reply and thus saved himself from banishment and the kings wrath ...your most gracious highness this is a sign from the gods that you will accumulate wealth and riches beyond all belief ...the king smiled and rewarded the waif by not banishing him and also outfitting him with the latest footwear of papyrus nike river of jordans ..to which the waif was bowled over with an excitement as yet conceived by any mere mortal ...and thus became the myth of belly button fluff ...the moral of this story is quite simple ...dont sit at a computer for more than 3 hours twiddling your fingers trying to get a tune together only to realise 2 things ...1) writers block has set in and sod all is gonna get done ..and 2) your arse cheeks have gone so numb you wouldnt know if you crapped yourself cept for the god awfull smell and the filling of your socks with a liquidy substance resembling onion soup    happy days folks oh happy days

over in the uk an arse is what it is ...your arse ...in the u.s of wtf ....why does the arse suddenly become the fanny ...over in the uk the fanny is well a ladies bits ..there is a saying " blow it out your arse" which means dont be stupid ..what you talking about ...now lets do some transatlantical cross mojination ...okey ...some one says something and you retort ,,"ah blow it out  your fanny" not only do you get the "you utter weird f**k of a carbon lifeform" look ,but also you may be privvy to a slap round the boat and a kick in the preverbial baby making product ....its weird what shit pops into your head whilst sat at your pc contemplating the meaning of life dunt it ? :D

yes folks im afraid so ..this is it ,,its all come to a conclusion ..ive finally realised the resulting consequence of my journeys end ...my final farewell has apparently arrived ...ive ran out of money and the trains still got 5 miles left to go ...my trip to the moon has been cut short by the shortcomings of my planned coming short ..?   ... believe me when i say ..pickled eggs really do taste like reconstituted vomit ...alas abloke and adog all walked into a bar and orderd the same drink only to be told no we dont serve minors ,,,but were all postal workers ,,cept the dog whos just a dog but is owned by a postal worker ...yes folks ive finally got to the stage where i can safely say ...the f**k im gonna learn that dam guitar ,,its just sat there gathering dust and making me look cool ...im a synthhead an shall always be one ..even to my dying day ill be going out collecting my pension ,getting my flu shot then coming home switching on the synths and going ,,f**k cant play them ,,my arthritis is resident and holding me back .....so there you go ...end of an era ...load of bollox as well ..but end of an era .. 

it be possible to have the trophy fashioned as follows ...a plastic willie inserted into miss piggy ,,but make the willie green so she thinks its kermit and doesnt rip it out with her BARE PORK BUTT CHEEKS !!!!    .......... too much ...?