Musical piano recording studio in southe

The original edit was posted on their page but was deleted because the others band members didn't like it
it was uploaded to another group and an admin deleted the post
a random guy who for some reason decided to record the edit and upload it, time later his account would be banned and he disappeared
They are a Peruvian band that luckily and strangely only one person knew them
the members stopped making music
we are lucky that they had the demo saved and ALSO that it was uploaded to YouTube thanks to the fact that one of the members shared it without asking the rest of the band and from what i read it was very likely that they were not going to give permission to be uploaded although perhaps they would do it through an official page...
It's like everything conspired to keep it hiden.
the other band members, the admin who deleted the post and Facebook banning jitomate preventing it from be discovered
I don't know if I'm wrong in the chronological order but I think it's okay

You guys know what an alpine coaster is? They are like a small roller coaster you find in the mountains. They are also called summer toboggans or mountain coasters and I think there’s some long German compound word they are called in parts of Europe. They are like a roller coaster, but with much smaller one or two person sleds you just sit on instead of multi-person cars you ride in, and instead of being built with like a scaffolding or a framework the tracks are just on the ground, using the elevation of the mountain. Basically it’s a coaster track on the side of a mountain where you ride a sled down.
They are pretty fun. Or at least I used to think so. They are more “personal” than roller coasters and although you get nowhere near the speed on them that you do on a good traditional roller coaster and they can’t do corkscrews or loops or anything like that the openness and simplicity of the ride gives an impression of a much greater speed. You’re just sitting there with nothing but a little plastic sled and the track between you and the ground as it goes zooming by. It’s like the difference between how fast a go-cart feels compared to how fast a sports car feels. You know the sports car goes faster but the open, simpleness of a go-cart feels a different kind of fast. There’s plenty of POV Youtube videos if you want to get the basic idea of what they are.
I used to love alpine coasters. Used to.
My family used to go to Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge and up and down the Smokey Mountains for vacations when I was a kid and they are common in that area and I’d always rode them every chance I got.
But as with so many things after I grew up and went to college they just became part of my childhood that slipped away. They aren’t exactly common once you get away from the mountains.
Until one cool spring afternoon in 2004. I was in my final year at college and I was driving back to campus in Tennessee after a short visit to my folks in North Carolina. It was only like a 4 or 5 hour drive via the most efficient route and I had no need to be back at campus early so instead of taking the freeway all the way I got off and took part of my trip through the mountains. The scenery was nicer and I admit I liked pushing my Camaro just a little faster than I should through the twisty mountain roads.
Just after lunchtime happened upon one of those little by-the-highway tourist towns deep somewhere in the Smoky Mountains near the Carolina/Tennessee border. Nothing fancy, a gas station/truck stop, a diner, a couple of places selling tourist merch nestled deep in the mountains. I pulled into the gas station. My tank was getting low and I needed to stretch my legs, maybe grab something to eat. It was still early and I only had another couple of hours. I could kill an hour or so and still make it back to campus at a decent hour.
I pulled into the gas station and was filling my tank when I happened to glance across the road and… well I’ll be damned. There it was. “The Blue Ridge Alpine Coaster.” Nestled on the side of the mountain was a building, a mockup of a red barn, where a single railed track that led up into the mountains, where it soon got lost in the greenery. Wooden hand painted standees of cartoon character bears dressed in stereotypical “Hillbilly” getup stood around, some of them holding signs showing the ride hours and ticket costs and other info. I had to admit, as silly as it was, it made me smile.I finished pumping my gas and, well, nostalgia is a helluva thing. I decided then and there I could waste a little time riding an Alpine Coaster again after all these years before getting back on the road.
I parked my car in a corner of the truck stop's parking lot, put my phone in the center console, this being the days before smart phones when people didn’t keep their phones with them 24/7 and I didn’t want my old Nokia brick phone to fall out during the ride, locked my car and walked across the mountain highway to the Alpine Coaster building.
Getting closer, the place was less inviting. The half hearted attempt at a whimsical faux-Americana kitsch was far less effective when it brushed up against the actual decaying, run down wooden building. Hell calling it a building was generous. It was a wood frame holding up a long roof that covered the area where you got on the sleds. The wood boards creaked under my footsteps.
The only real enclosed structure was a shack that held, what I assumed, was a ticket booth. A door on the side had both a single occupancy bathroom with an out of order sign on it. An old Pepsi machine buzzed and glowed next to it.
Still the place looked alive. Ahead of me a bored looking attendant was helping a mother and her young son into one of the sleds while in a bored monotone repeating the safety brief. A few people were waiting in line at the ticket booth. Up in the mountains the playful shouts of people on the ride echoed down. Fond memories of my own childhood rides flooded my mind.10 minutes and 15 dollars later I was settling into the hard plastic seat of a bright red sled sat atop a simple aluminum rail.
I couldn’t help but grin as the sled slowly climbed the track up the mountains, making click-clack ratcheting sounds that hit my nostalgia centers hard. I felt good. The air was cool and crisp and smelled of pine.Higher and higher in the mountains we went. I don’t know if this is my mind trying to make sense of it after the fact but when I remember these moments, the last good moments, I sometimes think I remember a very slight, very subtle pit of fear in my stomach. I honestly don’t know if I felt it at the time or not or it’s just how my mind tries to make sense of it looking back at.
But either way mostly I was enjoying myself. I smiled. I was a kid again. I could hear riders in front of me let out that initial yell of terrified glee you get at the first drop of any good ride.
It peaked. I glanced around. I could see for miles, rolling hills and mountains. I the sled tipped over and zoomed down the mountain and I let out the same happy yell I heard from the other passengers.The ride zoomed down the mountain, catching speed. The mountain forest floor zoomed past, only a few feet under me. Trees zoomed past. I gave out a happy whoop as the ride banked hard around a curve and then looped back under itself.Another dip, another curve. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the G-forces pulling me every which way.
There was no one exact single moment where things started to go “wrong.” The ride kept going. And going. At this point the first creeping thought entered my head.
The ride… was still going.
It just started to hit me… this ride was going on for a really long time. I had taken a dozen rides on various coasters of this type before that day and they topped out at about 5 minutes or so, and that was the long ones. Longer than a traditional roller coaster but not that long. This one had been going on for what felt like 10, maybe even 15 minutes.
I looked back over my shoulder and could only see trees, moving too fast to really get a bearing on where I was at in relation to anything.
I wasn't exactly really worried yet. Okay so I had found a particularly long alpine coaster. At the time I wasn’t 100% wasn't sure they didn’t exist or anything like that. I was a little… unnerved but nothing was happening that was impossible. Yet.
I was trying to talk myself back into just enjoying the ride and stop overthinking it, and halfway succeeded, when out of nowhere I suddenly banked hard, the track jutting out almost over a sheer cliffside. I gripped the sled more tightly as I was whipped around. The ride then dipped hard and picked up speed, barreling down the side of the mountain.
I was pushed back against the seat by the force of the drop. Jesus I didn’t remember them being this rough. I was feeling slightly nauseous. And where had this elevation drop come from I wondered? I was still in the foothills and I didn’t remember seeing anything but gentle rolling hills and light drops from looking at the ride’s route earlier. How the ride had managed such a long, steep drop in this area I didn’t know. . For the first time I hoped that the ride would be over soon. I had no idea then how much I would want that same hope to be true so much more as time went on.
With a whiplash motion I was whipped forward and then back as the ride leveled out on flat ground again, but by this point I was going fast, too fast. My neck hurt from the mild whiplash and I felt sour in my throat and for a moment the contents of my stomach threatened to come back up. For the first, but hardly the last time the ride felt unsafe. Alpine Coasters are tame affairs, much slower and gentler than full on roller coasters but this thing was throwing me around like no thrill ride I had ever been on.
I looked around. I mean I wasn’t that deep into the woods. I should have been able to see a glimpse of something; the highway, the gas station, the tourist shops, the Alpine Coaster office, something, anything. But nothing. Just trees.
I forced back some panic for the first time. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. The ride zoomed along. I counted to 60. I counted to 60 again. And again. Okay this was getting uncomfortably harder and harder to explain.
Suddenly I noticed that up ahead the track seemed to just end, for one brief, terrible moment I thought the track just ended but I was wrong. Almost without warning the track dipped in an almost vertical drop. I almost screamed as I plummeted for 20, maybe 30 seconds before flattening out again.
By this point the voice in my head that was telling me something was wrong was louder and I could no longer tell myself it was wrong. This ride could not have been this long. I tried to make sense of it, wondering if somehow I had gotten diverted onto some kind of maintenance track or, hell for one brief irrational moment even entertaining the idea that I had wound up on an actual train track somehow. But that was absurd. The rail below me was not a train track, it was still just the simple, aluminum rail of an alpine coaster and there had been no diversions or junctions in the track. I was still on the ride, as insane as that was starting to feel. Had the ride somehow looped? Again after having the thought I immediately dismissed it as crazy. There’s no way I could have missed the ride building where I got on. And what kind of ride loops over and over?
The sled zoomed through the forest, oddly never seeming to lose speed despite the relatively flat grade of the track. I cursed myself for leaving my phone in the car and not wearing a watch. I don’t know exactly how long I had been on the ride at that point but it felt like I had been on the ride for a half hour, maybe more. But time is a funny thing when you’re in a situation you’ve never been in. Could have been more, could have been less, at that point.
My pride finally failed me. I started to scream for help. I screamed out that the ride was broken, to stop it, that I needed help. I did that for about ten minutes or so I think. The ride kept going. Mostly flat, level track with occasional mild dips and turns. But the simple length of the ride grew more and more unnerving and unexplainable.
I thought about just bailing out. But the ride, impossibly, was still not slowing down and chunks of mountain rock and thick tree trunks were all around me. Bailing out without risking smashing into a rock or a tree seemed impossible.
The ride kept going.
Up ahead the forest was clearing out some, I could see the forest brightening, more sunlight making it through the canopy.
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
The trees stopped and I had just enough time to take in a flat, open area of rock maybe 40, 50 yards at most before another sheer cliff. The tracks twisted and turned and then shot straight down. But that wasn’t the worst of it. For a moment, a very short moment, I had a clear view for miles and the landscape was, to be blunt, totally impossible. Any possibility that I had just stumbled on some incredibly long ride was blasted out of my head. Barren, volcanic looking rock stretched for miles. Jagged, black rocky outcroppings as far as the eye could see. I was in the goddamn Smoky Mountains. They don’t look like that.
I had a few moments for the terror of that view to settle in before the cart plunged into another horrifying drop. I gripped the handles of the cheap plastic sled until my knuckles turned white. The drop felt completely vertical, like I was falling at terminal velocity. I screamed. My stomach dropped and turned. I imagined the sled coming away from the track and me just plummeting screaming to my death on the rocks below. But somehow the ride still functioned. I closed my eyes tightly and just waited for whatever was going to happen. Eventually after several what felt like a full minute of steep plunging the track again leveled out, and I opened my eyes to see myself moving at breakneck speed over that black, rocky landscape.
Now that I was moving on a more or less flat horizontal track again I took a few deep breaths. I looked over the edge of the track. Nothing but that black, jagged rock, almost looking like obsidian, zooming past. I had no idea how fast the sled was moving now. Fast. Faster than a gravity powered sled should be moving. And the track was higher off the ground now. Alpine slides usually stick pretty close to the ground, but I was 20 feet or so in the air, the track suspended in the air, a simple metal tube tower like a power pylon every few yards.
Without any immediate threat and the sled moving fast but steadily and level I was able to think about my situation again, for all the good that did me. Ahead of me the track just continued to the horizon, nothing but the same rocky landscape as far as I could see. I craned my neck to look back over my shoulder and looked back behind me and it looked the same. Even the mountains were but distant specs on the horizon behind me.
This was insane. There’s not a giant seemingly endless field of black jagged rock in the goddamn Smoky Mountains. There’s no cliff faces tall and steep enough for a multi-minute vertical drop. And alpine coasters were small affairs, not major engineering projects that span miles with pylons and vertical tracks. It made no sense.
Sadly it wasn’t going to start making any more sense anytime soon.
The ride kept going.
I was on this rocky landscape for several hours. I feel comfortable saying this because I could actually notice the sun getting lower in the sky. And the sled wasn’t slowing down despite the grade of the track being flat. I was getting cramped from sitting and stretched my legs and twisted my back as best I could. Didn’t do much help. My eyes were starting to get irritated from the constant wind in them. Worst of all it was starting to get chilly. I only had on a light jacket, a windbreaker, just something to keep the breeze off me, no real insulation. I was cold, my joints were stiff, I was hungry and thirsty. My eyes watered and my throat was so dry it was sore.
But none of that was as bad as just how little sense this all made. There’s nothing like this place anywhere near the Smoky Mountains. This was like some volcanic rock landscape. The more I thought about it the less sense it made.
The ride kept going.
My mind didn’t even try to process this. Whatever I was experiencing simply couldn’t be possible. I was crazy. I was dreaming. The CIA had kidnapped me and dosed me with some new version of LSD and I was in a straightjacket in a padded room at Area 51.
The sled kept zooming along as the sky turned to dusk. Soon the bridge disappeared from my view and I continued on along the endless, rocky, featureless landscape.
I sat back against the sled, mentally and physically numb. I was exhausted. I was thirsty. I was cramping up. I was hungry. I had to pee. I held it for as long as I could, then had no choice but just wet myself. I cried until I had no more tears left. Then I just sat there.
The ride kept going.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon my throat felt like sandpaper. I dug around in my jacket pockets hoping to find a stick of gum or piece of candy. Nothing. I checked again, having nothing else to do. Under a crumpled store receipt in the inner pocket of my jacket was a single old, forgotten cough drop. I unwrapped it from the paper and popped it in my mouth. Saliva flooded back into my mouth and I was overwhelmed by the methanol and medicine taste. It was something at least, although I knew it would be a brief and temporary fix at best.
I felt my eyes get heavy. It was getting colder. That mountain cold. That deep cold the mountains have even into the early spring when the sun goes down. That kind that just pulls the heat right out of you. I shivered. A terrible, horrible certainty came to me. I would ride until I passed out from exhaustion or the hypothermia set in. My body would tumble off the sled to fall and skip across the rocky ground like a stone skipping across a lake, my bones breaking as I tumbled until my body finally came to a stop. If I was lucky I would be killed and not have to lie for days, broken and bruised, on the ground until death took me.
The ride kept going. The ride kept going. The fucking ride kept going.
“Fuck you” I said to the ride, my voice a horse whisper. I pulled my jacket closer around me, for all the good it did. The cold wind was slowly but surely pulling my body heat away. My shivering got worse, crossing the line from a simple normal shiver into those deep, almost violent full body ones.. I wasn’t anything you could call an experienced outdoorsman, but I knew enough to know that wasn’t a good sign.
It was getting dark. There was a full moon at least so I wasn’t totally in the dark.
About then I noticed something. The landscape, what little I could see in the fading light, was changing. It was smoothing out, becoming less rocky and craggy. Up ahead an odd, shimmering light was starting to appear on the ground.
I was over it before I even realized what it was. The tracks were going over a smooth surface.
Water. It was a lake. The odd lights I had seen were the moon, reflected in ripples on the lake.
Within minutes I was out of the view of the land. After the nearly endless rocky landscape and everything else I had seen, it scared me how little I was shocked. I didn’t like how mentally numb I was getting. I leaned over. There was enough moonlight to see the water, 15 or 20 feet below the track. The pylons holding up the track went into the water, the light wasn’t good enough to even make a guess at how far they went down or how deep the water was.I leaned back in the sled. My eyes were red and bloodshot from the constant wind. I closed them. This was a mistake.I jerked awake. I don’t know if I dozed off for a split second or an hour. My weight had shifted and I caught myself as my center of gravity was in danger of sending me off the sled and into the water.
I screamed in anger. A deep primal scream. I hurt so bad. My joints felt like they were full of glass. My limbs were full of pins and needles. I glanced over at the water. For the first time on the very edges of my brain a tiny voice started to speak up, telling me that I could be all over if I just jumped. I shut the voice up, but it scared me still.
I sat there as the ride went on. It felt like hours. Eventually the lake ended in a rocky shore line. The damned ride. There was no safe place to bail out. If the ride slowed down, it was high in the air, if it moved toward the ground it sped up. Sharp rocks, big trees, nothing you could safely bail out into.
I kept having to force myself awake. I kept dozing off. Once I felt myself falling asleep and drove a vicious uppercut into my own nose to stave it off.
I seriously started to think about how much longer I could hang on. The voice came back again. This time I didn’t shut it up. I wasn’t admitting it to myself yet, but I was starting to think about the best way to land that would end it quickly if I needed to.
Something was ahead. The track seemed to dip into the ground. I was too tired, too beaten to even get scared. I was just resigned to whatever happened at this point.
With little warning the track took my sled into a tunnel in the ground. Everything went completely pitch black. After several moments even the dim moonlight was gone.
This was the worst part. The creepy forest, the immense rocky landscape, the eerie lake… those were bad. But this was just nothing. Nothing to look at, nothing to hear, nothing for reference or sense of where I was going. The walls of the tunnel felt like they were inches from me in every direction. The air felt thick, like there wasn’t enough oxygen.
With every moment I was in that tunnel I lost a little more hope. After a long, long time I made a decision. When I got out of this tunnel, I would jump. I didn’t care anymore. Hopefully there would be a spot where I could be certain the fall would instantly kill me. I was done. The ride had beaten me. I sat there, waiting for a chance to end this on my terms. That was all I had left.
Eventually up ahead, a tiny speck of light appeared. I gathered my strength, ready to end it. I sat up, getting my legs under me so I could jump as soon as we were clear. The sled burst out of the tunnel. The dim light of the full moon was enough to be momentarily blinding after the pitch black of the tunnel.. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust.
I was back in a normal looking Appalachian forest. Rolling hills, green trees. The air smelled of pine again. I heard an owl hoot off somewhere.
Slowly I lowered myself back into a setting position, in shock. At first I refused to believe it but the ride was slowing down. I held still, making sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, but no, the cheap plastic sled that had been my world for what felt like an eternity was slowing down.
Up ahead, a structure was visible, peeking out from among the trees in the dim lighting as the sled moved down the track.
It was the Alpine Slide building. The crappy fake red barn where I had boarded this cursed ride so long ago. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, sure it was either my mind or the cursed ride playing tricks with me. But the building stayed there.
It grew closer and closer. The track leveled completely out. The sled slowed down more. Before I had the time to really come to terms with it I arrived back at the building.
The sled slowed to a stop, gently pumping against another sled parked on the track. I sat there for a few moments, gasping in great big gulping fear breaths, trying to assure myself the ride didn’t have one last trick of its sleeve.
I looked around. The place was empty, deserted. The overhead lights were still on and the old Pepsi machine still glowed and buzzed, but the ticket booth was dark and empty, a metal gate pulled down over the ticket window.
Suddenly it hit me that I was free and I practically leapt out of the sled and onto the platform. I immediately collapsed. My legs were jelly and my head was spinning. I tried to stand up again and doubled over, dry heaving. Have you ever been out on a boat for a day and have that weird reverse motion sickness when you’re back on solid land? It was like that times a hundred. My inner ear was literally pounding, all the motion had really done a number on it.
I laid there for a few moments and eventually forced myself to stand up on my two wobbling legs. I looked around, a horrible certainty creeping into my mind that there would be no exit, no way off the platform but to my relief an exit turnstyle, one of those full height ones, was set into the fence that surrounded the ride property.
I went through it and found myself back on the main road. The truckstop was still there, still open but far less busy. My car sat in the same corner of the parking lot I had left it.
I allowed myself one look back, just one quick one. The metal skeleton of the Alpine Slide track sat there, dark and quiet but otherwise normal.
I stumbled-ran back to my car, dug the keys out of my pocket, and collapsed inside. When the door shut I let out a primal scream, the tons of fear and confusion and anger all fusing into a single, raw emotion. I screamed again and again.
After a few moments I felt like I was emotionally at least back to a place where I could act, although I wasn’t sure yet what to do next. Not really knowing what to do I cranked the car. The A/C had been on low when I shut off the car and it came roaring back to life and cold air blowing on me almost sent me back into a full on panic attack. I fumbled with the climate controls until the air stopped blowing directly on me, then calmed down enough to turn the heat on, helping to get the chill out of my bones. There was a half full bottle of water in the center console cup holder and I grabbed it and chugged it. Nothing ever tasted as good before or sense as that few ounces of water.
That was when I noticed the clock on the radio head unit. It was 4:17 in the morning. It had been about one, one thirty or so in the afternoon when I got on the accursed ride.
Over 15 hours. I had been on the goddamn ride for over 15 hours. Over half a day.
I just sat there. Warming up. Calming down. I was exhausted. I was dehydrated. I can’t even describe how my head felt. I probably had at least a minor case of hypothermia. I thought about going into the gas station and asking for help but what would I even say, and more than anything I just wanted to get away from this place. And I just wanted to get away. I wanted to be nowhere near that damn ride.
I put the Camaro in gear and pulled into the street and in panic I immediately slammed on the brakes. I was lucky there was no traffic on the road at that moment. The feeling of accelerating to just normal surface street speeds made me sick to my stomach. I gathered myself and very slowly accelerated the car I usually treated with a very heavy foot up to 30 miles an hour. Every time I tried to accelerate at a pace faster than “Old Lady Going to Church, Uphill” I would have a panic attack. I was okay once I was up to speed, but accelerating freaked me out after being on that ride.
I drove about 30 minutes, putting some arbitrary amount of distance between myself and the coaster. Eventually I made it back to where the twisty mountain road met back up with a major road that would eventually meet back up with the highway. After a few more minutes of driving I saw the onramp for the highway. There was one of those big truckstop travel plazas and pulled in, parking right up at the door. I smelled like pee and I can only imagine how I looked, but I didn’t care.
I kept a couple of emergency 20s in the back of my wallet and spent it on the biggest bottle of water the store had, an overpriced bottle of eye drops, and a huge travel mug of coffee. The clerk looked at me as if he was expecting me to either drop dead or rob him the entire time.
Back in my car I downed the coffee. I put a few eye drops in each of my eyes and sat there as the caffeine took effect until I felt like I could make it back to my apartment. The sun was just coming up when I finally pulled out of the truck stop and got on the freeway. I slowly, very slowly, accelerated up to highway speed, put the Camaro in cruise control, and let the miles start to drift away. I turned on the radio, I needed to hear human voices. Every time my mind went back to what had just happened I turned the radio up louder, eventually drowning it out with painful levels of rock music. I wasn’t ready to think about it yet. Yes looking back I know I was just in denial. I finally made it back to the crappy little apartment I had off campus, a little two story walk up studio. I let myself in and collapsed on the cheap couch. I was asleep before I even had the time to decide whether or not to do anything else. I woke up later that afternoon. I took a shower and ate a meal and didn’t think about the ride. I washed the pee stained filthy clothes I had been wearing and didn’t think about the ride. I went back to class and didn’t think about the ride. Every time I thought about the ride I forced it out of my head. I’m sure this wasn’t the most mentally healthy thing to do but what can you say?
I didn’t forget about it, don’t be silly. This isn’t the kind of thing you forget. One day while looking up something else in the university’s library my curiosity got the better of me and I looked up the Alpine Slide. No website but a few Google Map and Yelp mentions. None of them mentioned anything weird, certainly nothing even remotely like what I experienced. Near as I can tell it closed sometimes in the winter of 2012.
Life went on. I mean, that’s what it does. The next day was a little better. And the day after that a little better. And the day after that a little better still. I met a nice girl. Graduated. Got married. Got a nice house in the suburbs. Got a dog. Had a daughter. Spent a lot of time happy and not thinking about being trapped on an endless alpine coaster.And that was my life for many, many years after that.
Until a few weeks back when as a very different person I found myself driving a boring and safe mid sized family SUV through those same mountains. My wife Carol, 5 months pregnant, sat in the passenger seat, our 6 year old daughter Emily in a booster seat in the back, and Max our mixed breed mutt next to her. It had been a nice pleasant trip, driving back from visiting her folks.
I hadn’t thought about that fucking ride in so long I barely registered that I was in the same general area until it was too late. Suddenly I realized that little mountain tourist trap town was only a few minutes down the road. I swallowed hard and gripped the steering wheel hard. Carol was looking out the window at the scenery and Emily was deep into some kid’s Youtube video on an iPad. I forced myself to keep my breath steady as we rounded the corner.The town was still there, sorta. Time had not been kind to it. The gas station was still there, at some point it had been bought out by Shell. The tourist trap shops were still there. One of them was now a vape shop. The diner was closed, the building looking like it sat unused for a long time.
But of course that’s not what I cared about. A looked over at the site where the Alpine Coaster once stood. It was gone. The kitschy fake barn was gone. The site was just a bare concrete slab with a chainlink fence around it. Faded “no trespassing” and “for sale” signs hung off the fence. A pile of old, decaying lumber that might have once long ago been part of the structure covered part of the old lot. No sign of the track remained outside of some old concrete support posts dotting the side of the mountain.
I exhaled out a breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in. Soon the little town disappeared in my rear view mirror.
About a half hour later we stopped for gas. I pulled up to a gas pump across from a massive motorhome. Max stuck his head out the window and started barking at a little white dog, a toy breed of some kind, in the window of the motorhome. Carol and Emily immediately headed into the store to restock on snacks while I fueled up.
I stood there, a half smile on my lips as Max barked and wagged his tail in an attempt to attract the attention of the other dog while I filled up the tank, said dog doing an admirable job of ignoring him.
Right about the time I finished fueling up and cleaning the bugs off the windshield Carol returned from inside the store, Emily in tow, arms filled with two full sized bags of Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips and what looked to be a half dozen individually wrapped pickles.
I raised an eyebrow at the collection of food but knew better than to question a pregnant woman's snack choices.
“Should we take Max for a quick walk?” Carol asked. The travel plaza had a nice little gated dog walking area off to the side.
“Yeah probably not a bad idea, he’s been cooped up in the car for a few hours.” I said. Max, upon hearing his name and the word “walk” , forgot about the other dog and upgraded from wagging his tail to wagging his entire body while making whining sounds and staring right at me.
About this time I became half aware that the big motor home next to us was pulling away. I didn’t think much of it, outside of doing a quick automatic mental check to make sure Emily was well clear of the moving vehicle, but she was safely between me and our SUV, well out of the way.
But that was when Emily looked behind me and cheerfully yelled “Daddy look a roller coaster! Can I ride the coaster?”
It’s cliche as fuck I know but my blood went cold.
I turned around slowly, certain in my knowledge that terrible old decrepit Alpine Coaster would be there, having just popped into existence to trap me again.
That.. is not what I saw. Sure enough there was a coaster there, one I hadn’t noticed earlier because it had mostly been blocked by the motor home, but there it was. It was even an Alpine Coaster.
But it was not the same coaster I had encountered those years ago. That was immediately obvious. It was a small but modern and newish looking setup with neon lights and a bunch of people. There was an actual building where you bought tickets and a little snack stand.
“Daddy! Can we go on the coaster!” Emily asked again.
My mouth made motions but no words came out. I glanced over at Carol, hoping she’d say we didn’t have time but to my horror she smiled and said “You know what? That does sound like fun. Daddy will take you while I take Max for a walk.”
My mind raced, trying to think of a way to get out of it. But Emily was already dragging me across the parking lot to the entrance.
I patted my pocket, making sure my phone was in it. Every fiber of my being was screaming to run away. I slept walked through the line and the ticket booth while Emily bounced happily.
We got into a two seat plastic sled. This one was actually a lot nicer than the one my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about. It had two nice cushioned seats, big grab handles, even a nice rollbar.
The sled started up the track. I fought back the panic. I swerved my head around, keeping the building in my view. I was terrified of losing sight of it. We made it to the top and Emily did a happy squeal as we started down the side of the mountain.
My heart raced. Any second, any second my mind told me we’d lose sight of the building and then the ride would never end. The ride sped down the mountain. My mind tortured me with thoughts of not only going through it again, but seeing Emily go through it. The ride went around a big, banking turn. Emily kept shouting happily. How long before Carol reported us missing I wondered? Could I keep Emily calm? What if it lasted even longer this time? What if this time it never ended?
And then we were back at the start of the ride. The same attendant who had helped us into the sled was helping Emily out. I stepped out. The attendant gave me a brief look but said nothing. I guess I looked a little wild eyed.
I was fine. Emily was fine. It had been a perfectly normal, fun ride.
“That was fun Daddy! Thank you!” Emily said. I forced a smile back. “It was fun.” I responded, hoping like I sounded like I meant it.
I took Emily’s hand and we walked back to the car. Max saw us coming and barked happily. Carol looked up from the pint of Ben and Jerry’s she had somehow acquired and added to her snack collection while we were gone and smiled at us.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
“It was so fun Mommy!” Emily said.
Carol smiled down at her, but then looked at me and frowned. “Are you okay?” Carol could read my face a lot better than the attendant could. “You’re pale.”
I smiled and this time the smile felt real. “Ya know what. Yeah, I think I am okay.”
Carol looked a little puzzled, but didn’t press it. We loaded Emily back in her booster seat, stopped Max from trying desperately to eat half a discarded gas station hot dog off the ground and got him back in the car. Carol and her small collection of snack food took her place in the passenger seat and I got in the driver's seat.I smiled. I cranked the car. I put it in gear. I pulled out of the gas station and back on the road, this time accelerating just a little faster than I had in years.

Hiiii It’s me again
Made a post about this the past days- got attacked for nonsense and some people then even dmed me and were rlly nice to me and supportive!
So that kinda made me wanna ask stuff again and just absorb and learn as much as I can-

Lots of people tell me to not chase someone’s tone but just to play

I’ve been playing For years now- not caring but just playing Feeling
But now I rlly rlly wanna get into stuff- into gear and different tones different types of gear-
And how to have the same tone sound different through mixing or mic placement or bla bla bla All that stuff
I love 5sos - for many reasons
I love their tone in this video
https://youtu.be/XKGYmUtMrXw?si=NeCfdYKf8Xzoi0mW
If u wanna attack them- don’t It’s about guitar about music about feeling it Helping each other Let’s do that- And not fight Let’s make the world a bit better by choosing to be nice , not making war - this is art Let’s not make art like guitar, into something we fight or bully each other here — okay?
So my question is
What amp did they use? U can see a plexi, but it’s not mic‘ed nor plugged in, right?
In other videos there’s also a plexi - plugged in and on, but it could still be a dummy and they use something else , anyways this is about this video, not any other video
So what do you think amp did they use here, in particular Michael ( left dudeee)
It sound pretty Marshally to me-
I wanna get a small 20 watt studio marshal and can’t decide the plexi or the jam 800 Already did lots of research and decided one of those 2 fit well, can’t decide tho, so I wanna figure this out to decide completly on which one….
So yeah, do you think he’s using a plexi?
Thank you already - hope some nice people will answer
Thank you alot!
( excuse my grammar and shit ( idc abt it but u prolly do that’s okay!! I understand - it’s put intonus since birth) but my phone is going crazy when I type a lot on Reddit… it’s a bug… makes no sense but it’s not going away so yeah. Before I go crazy trying to fix this post, I just post it and hope for the best, don’t comment if u can’t be nice, if there’s a problem Pls be nice still!)

Let me explain. I produce my own project as an artist. I love what I do. However, I do not get paid at the moment as an artist and working a job outside of music has been my main income. — Would an engineer at a studio be willing to give me a part time job even if I do not intend on working at that studio or becoming an engineer full time?
I just need to pay the bills and I’m confident I can produce some solid mixes. — forgive my ignorance in this topic. I know there are no handouts and I know it’s not as easy as “I can mix”. It’s more complicated than that. I have a tremendous amount of respect for this field and the art of audio engineering and the community it serves and I highly value the opinions of those who are a part of it.
Any advice? Thanks,

Karlheinz Stockhausen (1928-2007) is one of the most influential composers of the 20th century, known for his pioneering work in electronic music, aleatoric processes, and spatial music. His innovative approach has left a lasting impact on contemporary music and sound art. Below is an in-depth analysis of his music, focusing on harmonic texture, popular forms, and his contributions to the music industry.

Harmonic Texture

Stockhausen's approach to harmony evolved throughout his career, reflecting his explorations in various musical dimensions:

1. Serialism: In his early works, Stockhausen embraced serialism, a technique involving the use of series of pitches, rhythms, dynamics, timbres, or other musical elements. Notable works include "Kontra-Punkte" (1952-53), which uses pointillistic textures and twelve-tone rows to create complex harmonic structures.
   
2. Electronic Music: Stockhausen's electronic compositions often feature innovative harmonic textures created through the manipulation of sine waves, noise, and other sound sources. "Gesang der Jünglinge" (1955-56) combines the human voice with electronic sounds, blurring the lines between harmony and timbre.
   
3. Spatial Music: His interest in the spatial distribution of sound led to works like "Gruppen" (1955-57), which uses three orchestras placed around the audience. The resulting spatial effects create unique harmonic textures that change depending on the listener's position.
   
4. Intuitive Music: In pieces like "Aus den sieben Tagen" (1968), Stockhausen explored "intuitive music," where performers are given textual instructions rather than specific notes, leading to unpredictable harmonic textures.
   

Popular Forms

Stockhausen's works often defy traditional forms, but several key types can be identified:

1. Electronic and Tape Music: Pioneering pieces like "Studie I" (1953) and "Studie II" (1954) are among the first examples of purely electronic music. "Kontakte" (1958-60) integrates live instrumental performance with electronic sounds, creating a form that bridges fixed media and live performance.
   
2. Moment Form: Stockhausen developed the concept of "moment form," where musical sections are self-contained and can be experienced independently. "Momente" (1962-64/1969) exemplifies this approach, with sections that can be reordered or omitted without disrupting the overall structure.
   
3. Operatic and Theatrical Works: His seven-opera cycle "Licht" (1977-2003) represents a monumental exploration of musical form and interdisciplinary art. Each opera is dedicated to a day of the week, combining music, stage design, and ritualistic elements.
   
4. Electronic Opera: "Mittwoch aus Licht" (1995-97) includes the famous "Helicopter String Quartet," where musicians perform in helicopters, integrating live performance with aviation sounds.
   

Innovations in the Music Industry

Stockhausen's contributions extend beyond composition, influencing various aspects of music production and theory:

1. Electronic Music Studios: He was instrumental in establishing the WDR Studio for Electronic Music in Cologne, one of the first facilities dedicated to electronic music production. His work here set the stage for future electronic music studios worldwide.
   
2. Spatial Audio: Stockhausen's exploration of spatial music anticipated contemporary practices in surround sound and immersive audio. His ideas influenced the development of spatial audio technology used in modern performance venues and sound installations.
   
3. Aleatoric Techniques: By incorporating elements of chance into his compositions, Stockhausen influenced subsequent generations of composers and performers, encouraging a more flexible and dynamic approach to music-making.
   
4. Extended Techniques: His work often required musicians to employ extended techniques, expanding the vocabulary of instrumental performance. This has had a lasting impact on contemporary classical music and improvisation.
   
5. Interdisciplinary Art: Through works like "Licht," Stockhausen demonstrated the potential for integrating music with other art forms, inspiring countless interdisciplinary collaborations in contemporary arts.
   

Conclusion

Karlheinz Stockhausen's contributions to music are vast and multifaceted. His innovations in harmonic texture, form, and the integration of new technologies have had a profound impact on the music industry and contemporary composition. From his pioneering electronic works to his expansive operatic projects, Stockhausen's legacy continues to inspire and challenge musicians and composers around the world.

I'm mostly curious as to how everyone gets their music now. I feel confident in assuming that the better part of the CS fanbase grew up in the days of buying CDs at the music store. Did you get the CD? Or did you just get the digital version? Did you buy it in a store or just online?
I heard about a record store near me and went and checked it out, but it was literally just a vinyl store. I swung by Target on a Target run but was sad to not see it on the shelf with the 25 versions of Taylor Swift. So I guess I'm just getting it on Amazon.

My and my gf just got unfairly kicked out from AVA Hollywood. We moved there last year in July. The place was a little expensive but it was a pet friendly places with really nice amenities and my gf was looking to get a dog, which she did two weeks after we moved in (I would like to mention that my gf and I both do music related stuff, I’m a musician and she is a producer so we tend to stay up late working or I sometimes come back late for shows too). For the first couple months we lived our lives our lives normally and had no noise complaints, it all changed in September when the security guard knocked on my door and told me not to do laundry at night which made it hard because it was usually the only time I had to do my laundry but I agreed since it was stated in our resident agreement. I didn’t give it much importance but the next week I started to get notes on my door asking to stop stomping, then she started sending the guards over, at first I thought it was the dog so we started locking him but we were still getting complaints (I would like to mention my gf is Asian so we never wear shoes inside). The complaints kept going so I started sending my neighbor notes too saying that we are not doing anything but she kept saying we were stomping, so we decided to buy cameras and sound level meters and saw that we were in fact not noisy and that all of our levels were within the legal threshold (I would like to bring the fact that we make music, if they had complained about music it would’ve been more reasonable but she was complaining about waking, and it got worse but we’ll get to that). Around October the knocks on my door became more and more common, it got to a point where we would get the SAME guard knock on our door 2 or 3 times a day, sometimes with the apartment completely empty in November management started calling me to my personal number too and here comes Christine. She is one staff member who was very rude and would always discredit everything I said she told me she has talked to my neighbors and they all said we were loud, she also said something that was interesting she said she had heard me stomping the previous day which would not have been possible since that happened at around 10 pm and the office is open from 10 am to 6 pm, not to mention it is in another building so the only 2 options were that she was either lying or she lived under me so I decided to talk to my other neighbors (next door and upstairs) and ask if they thought we were noisy and if management had asked them about us and surprise surprise the answer was no to both questions but they all mentioned hearing their upstairs neighbors walk some even used the term stomp too. So I started gathering all that information along with security footage and sound level graphs with the results thrown by the sound level meter we got and and I started putting it on a Power Point presentation being so focused on this made me start paying attention to my upstairs neighbors too, and I heard the so called stomps to, I decided to measure with the sound level meter and to my surprise the results were similar to a quiet room around 30 dB the only difference was that the so called stomps just showed some higher peaks but they were all within the legal threshold. I kept compiling evidence and talking to other residents to learn about the building and how good was the staff when handling this stuff and one of my neighbors said her upstairs neighbors were throwing a party and that she told management but they said she had to call the security team next time it happened and she did but they couldn’t hear anything outside the door then she asked them to go inside her unit so they can hear it but they said they can’t because that’s against company rules. The complaints kept going but they started sending different guards now, thanks to the information provided by my neighbor I started asking them if they had heard anything and they all said no, I even went as far as having my GF play with the dog and went outside our apartment and downstairs and heard nothing. Eventually Mr Daniel Doroteo who was the guard who had been bothering us came again and I asked him if he had heard anything and he said he did and I asked him how because I was 100% sure there was no way to hear it from outside and he said I was right and that he went inside the apartment so I mentioned that I heard from another resident that was against the rules to which he said they can do it with our permission, I let him off the hook that time which was a big mistake since he denied it all the other times I brought up. On December I got my first notice and they had the times and dates of all the verified noise complaint and there were a couple interesting things, for starters the only person who had verified them was Daniel Doroteo, and then I saw that they omitted a lot of complaints including the ones where Daniel went there more than once, and to make it worse there’s complaints that were verified with the apartment completely empty or when we were sleeping they also omitted one complaint where Daniel said he heard a TV when we have no TV. So I got the security footage from the dates and times mentioned in the notice and scheduled a meeting a little before that Christine (remember her?) called me and started the call by threatening to take me to court so that got mixed with all the stress I was getting from this, I could not sleep and even the slightest noise even if I was outside would trigger a panic attack so I got heated and just started talking over her and screaming so she hung up, I mention this because when I went to tal to the staff, they said they scheduled me with Christine so I would have to wait for her. Meeting her in person was more unpleasant than on the phone she was loud, rude,cocky, and she would do anything to try dismissing my evidence stuff from saying my sound levels were not valid because they were recorded from source which showed she clearly has no clue about how sound works, luckily I had recorded my upstairs neighbor and after she saw that she tried to gain the upper hand by saying I was taking to her like that because she was a woman, to which I responded that I was using the same tone she was using on me and that if I was addressing the other person differently was because he was addressing me in the same way, she did apologize so I gotta give her that. I think we were lucky there was another staff member called Zach because if it wasn’t for her presence we wouldn’t have gotten anywhere if he wasn’t there, but he was only helpful in preventing Christine and I from further escalating this. Like I said I was only met with dismissal from them even with all my evidence they kept deflecting it by saying it had been verified by a third party (that third party being Mr Daniel Doroteo who was hired through the company allied universal making him a third party), they also forced me to buy carpet to cover 70% of the unit. Zach also asked me to email him the evidence and that he would look at it (I later found out that was a big mistake). That’s all for now, I’ll post the next part later, it’s a very long story and I omitted some details to keep it as short as possible (but it didn’t do much haha). But feel free to ask anything.

Hey all!
TL;DR : How do you all feel about using a small, high quality analog mixer to impart coloration on tracks and as a sort of “master bus” channel strip while using a control surface for the bulk of your mixing? Sorry, this post got a lot longer than I thought!
First time poster here, I’ve tried to search through the sub to see if I could find a discussion like this and while I found some stuff similar I didn’t find anything exactly like this situation. I don’t really have anyone around me in the country I live in right now that does a lot of audio engineering or studio nonsense to bounce ideas off of, so I’m glad this community exists!
My question here is really more of getting an opinion on if what I’m planning to do is a good idea or not. Currently in my studio I run a multi-interface setup via ADAT to give me 18 ins and 20 outs (2 of those being used for my monitors). I’m getting to a point where recently I’ve had larger and larger projects that have increased track counts in excess of 24 tracks and it’s starting to bother me because my usual workflow involves using the mixer to perform all of the EQ and volume adjustment of my tracks.
My question really lies in the fact of trying to avoid going for a huge 64 channel console for both size and budget constraints. My current idea is to take a control surface ecosystem (such as the Behringer X touch) combine it with two extenders to get 24 faders and enough encoders to control in-the-box EQ and plug-ins, and use the mixer I currently have to continue to run headphone mixes for clients and to serve as channel strips for tracks that might need that coloration. I’d also plan to throw like-instruments on busses at the end of a project and record them THROUGH the console for a final bit of coloration.
Is this a stupid idea, or does it make sense? I like the workflow of an analog board and don’t want to give that up, but I’m cool with mixing in the box with the help of a larger control surface.
If there’s anything I’m missing here, please let me know! All too often do I find myself going through all kinds of nonsense and upgrades only to find out it doesn’t work exactly as I want or I didn’t think everything all the way through.
Thanks for reading my post!

1993 1. Biggie Ready To Die: September 13th produced, promoted & Murderer by Sean John Combs
1994 1. 2pac drops Thuglife Vol 1 album: Sept 2. 2Pac & HaitianJack beef: 199to 1994 3. Biggie & 2Pac beef: 1994 quad studios 4. 2pac & Stretch making records: Dec 5. 2pac hopped/shot/robbed at quad: Dec 6. Dexter Isaac hired by James Rosemond hired by Sean John Combs to rob & shoot 2Pac 7. 2pac SA case set up by Sean John Combs: December
1995 1. 2pac to prison for fake case: Feb 2. Biggie puts out Who Shot Ya: Feb 3. 2Pac hears released disses in prison: March 4. 2Pac released from prison: March 5. 2pac/Dr. Dre California Love: March 6. Tubac do an interview at Rikers: April 7. Hip-hop died at Source Awards: Aug 8. Suge disses Sean John Combs: Aug 9. Anthony “Wolf” Jones shoots & kills Big Jake assassination assignment ordered by Sean John Combs: September 10. 2Pac release from prison: Oct 11. Snoop Dogg got shot at: Dec 12. Nas & Stretch making records: Dec 13. Stretch shot up & died: Dec
1996 1. 2Pac releases all Eyez on me: February 2. Soul train awards confrontation: March 3. 2pac Hit’em Up: June Summer Diss 4. Jay Z drops reasonable doubt: June 5. Jay Z song with BIG disses 2Pac 6. Nas drops album it was written: July 7. 2pac assumed Nas tracks about him 8. 2pac working on an album: August 9. NAS & 2pac talk but all love: 9/4/96 10. Tupac shot: September 7th 11. Tupac Died September 13th 12. Ignited westside gang war for months
1997 1. BIG doing promotion in LA: Feb-Mar 2. Biggie Died March 9th 3. For the rest of 1997, BIGs album goes diamond and Sean John Combs makes a ton of money off Tupac & Biggie. 4. After both deaths hundreds of artists are promoted by Sean John Combs. And many of these are also end up dead under Sean John Combs management over the years. It’s quite possible that he’s responsible for these artists deaths as well.
2011: 1. Cathy White dies autopsy deferred. Murdered by Sean John Combs who ordered assassination probably carried it out with a fixer. Last seen at a party with Sean John Combs.
2016: 1. Sean John Combs horrifically beats Cassie Ventura footage recovered from hotels. There’s also countless events where he raped her, assaulted her and verbally disrespected her throughout their relationship. On top of cheating on her with Sony interns 10+ victims and throughout his career 100+ victims.
2018: 1. Kim Porter dies autopsy deferred. Murdered by Sean John Combs who ordered assassination probably carried it out with a fixer.

I know there’s some decent ones on YouTube made by Jeff Williams but is there any other options? Backing tracks do fine but there’s nothing like playing along to a show and reacting with the music, I’ve been putting shows into FL studio and trying to EQ out the bass but you end up losing a lot of other stuff and you can never fully get rid of it. Ideally I’d like to see if anyone knows where to get stems or at least shows where Phil is low in the mix!

Drake should just be grateful that he was in the same conversation as Jay or Nas in the first place.
This MF has been cooking up straight ass in the studio for almost a decade. He doesn’t write his own bars. He doesn’t make classic albums. He doesn’t talk about anything that matters.
His one claim is the hits. Because he’s churned out so much music, some of it inevitably takes off. He’s Nelly on steroids.
I remember when 5 AM in Toronto came out and people said shit like, “Drake can rap when he really tries.”
Kendrick, Cole, Lupe, Jay, Nas, Ghostface, Andre 3000. etc. are expected to rap by default. If they don’t go crazy on a song, it’s a strike. For Drake, rapping well is a bonus.
I never want to hear this fake, uninspired MF brought up in the GOAT conversation again. Go shake ass with Sexy Redd and stay away from this all-time rap shit.

We have been members since 1998, but stay at 1 and 2 bedroom up to now. Studio has been amazing for our 6 day 2 person getaway.
I worked 1 day from the room, Wi-Fi support video conferencing, no issues at all.
The 8’ x 8’ balcony sits the two of us, with bamboo giving light screening of the pool.
We love walking to Disney springs and this is at the end of the path. Walking to South Point Bus was quick. Long way from the hospitality House.
Florida has been hot, with a 102°F heat index today May 18th. Boats are not running due to low water.
One complaint is that they provided 3 coffee filter packs, but 4 coffee cups (paper) and 4 plates (paper). They gladly provided more, but next trip, some insulated tumblers for coffee in the morning and Coke at night.

hallo. I live on a small farm in a small village in appalachia. I am disabled and to be quite honest, declining neurologically. (so i apologize if i mess up words or forget things) i dont know whats wrong. it is really scary but i am brave!
about me
my favorite colors are pink,green,and yellow I love to bake bread and sweets (but out oven is currently broken): I play piano (by ear, I need to learn sheet) I have a tape recorder and It's one of my favorite things favorite food is rice and beans I like candy quite a bit I just got pinterest (and it is as good as they say it is, so if you have pinterest let's be friends) I love reading (nonfiction) I am learning nederlands
favorite things to do go to antique store watch movies with popcorn draw be in the woods
unique things about me I like cola with chocolate syrup (just cola not other pop) I have a burn that covers most of my right arm I love insects

Just wondering if this is even possible.
I have a CNC mill, and a miter saw that i use for side projects. The mill is essentially a dewalt router with some stepper motors. At my current job i use them there, but i will likely be changing jobs in the next fee months and be losing my workspace.
I live in a brandnew townhouse, split level and the upper two floors are mine, all wood construction. My south facing wall i share with one neighbor and on my upper floor i have an empty bedroom id like to turn into a small workshop.
In my building. If someone below me, or to the north or south of me is playing loud music i can hear muffled sounds through the walls, and if someone is running a clothes dryer, i cam hear thr vibration through the structure.
Is it possible to dampen/soundproof the room to be able to run my tools without annoying my neighbors on the weekends, or should i be looking for an alternative shop or rent a place somewhere for my toys/tools

(Background-- I agree with about 50-60% of what Ramsey says. I enjoy listening to various Ramsey shows from time to time).
This morning I was watching a Rachel Cruze episode in which she stated (more or less) that the people at Ramsey didn't care where their listeners were at financially if they wanted to have a baby, and that if they felt like they should have a child, they should go ahead and do so-- no matter where they were at in the Baby Steps. I was pretty taken aback by this, but this did make me remember various Ramsey personalities sharing this same sentiment in the past-- I just wasn't so sensitive to this idea as I am now.
Why in the world do they think this is good advice??? Over the past decade I've watched friends and acquaintances from high school really struggle financially because of poor family planning-- they either had more kids than they could afford, had kids before they were in a good spot financially, or a mixture of the two. Maybe this is an unpopular opinion-- but I really don't think people in developed nations like the U.S. should have more children than they can afford. (For the record, my husband is from a developing nation and he has many siblings and was raised in poverty-- however he and his siblings worked in his parents' fields so I can understand that situation along with the lack of available birth control at that time a bit better). My husband and I are in our 30s and are in a decent financial spot, but we worry about just having one child-- we're thinking of adopting but may just end up childfree.
Maybe I watch too much Caleb Hammer, but lately I have just gotten so ANGRY when I see people having children when they really can't afford to provide them with a decent childhood and start in life. I have friends who are not in a great financial spot with the kids they already have, but are trying to have more. I wish I could say something to them, but they would just get angry at me and not listen. (We live in the South. People applaud procreation like crazy here).
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Hi everyone, i can give more details if anyone is willing to help and i apologize if my post is confusing, im just unsure where to focus writing on this issue and im not very smart. My PC is unable to start and it shows me a blue screen and asks to restore windows. i have some music in Fruity Loops that i would like to keep on there so i tried to restore from multiple different old save points (at least i think thats what i did?) but that didn't seem to fix the issue at all so far. if im unable to save any of my data like pictures or songs, i would still be very happy if i could use the computer again. Im pretty upset about this as playing piano or making songs were the main ways i used to de-stress before this. im a support worker for people with disabilities so i have no money for a new computer, i dont even have money for internet so it was basically just a Fruity Loops machine anyway lol so if i cant have any of my songs, i was also wondering how i can restore my windows from a thumb drive as i dont understand the details. maybe there's a guide i cant find here? if i cant restore it at all, what part of my pc do i have to replace? anything whatsoever would be really appreciated so much! thanks even if you dont reply!

warning, this is so vague im so sorry! my dad used to sing this when i was younger so forgive me i dont remember much.
i remember the music video was a black woman sat by a piano in a room. it was an old song, the camera quality looked quite old. i believe it was a love song and she is singing about climbing over mountains, travelling through deserts and crossing rivers to reach you. she plays the piano and has such a beautiful voice, brilliant vocals.
i know its so vague but i cannot find it anywhere and im desperate!!

Hey all! I remember most details of this video, but still can't find it anywhere and it disappeared from my saved posts in Instagram... I really spent hours but to no avail
A short video with large green field and some hills probably Enormous snow colour clouds Two girls are riding Rodelban probably or something like this The background music is Yves Tumor – Limerence The visual component of the video gives Ghibly studios atmosphere

Hi, i m 29M from south-east europe(balkans), and looking for friends. I started to work as doctor and i ll prob get specialisation in few months. My interests are music(old stuff mostly), animals, skincare, gym, sports, anime/manga, history, swimming, hiking and some other stuff. Also wanna learn to cook cuz i ll move out next year. Also my old account got banned for nothing so i dont have much post history here sadly