Lets see, what inspirational threads have I seen so far.....

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Nope, can't think of one.

At 10/12/09 04:29 PM, DumbassDude wrote: I worked in a bar, yes, I know the feeling of being surrounded by Lesbians.

Hell, my dealer is a lesbian.

btw, no hot lesbians in my town at all.

Lots of hot lesbians in my town. But then again, I live near Philadelphia and I consider that my town, so yeah.

And coincidentally, I used to have a dealer who was a lesbian.

At 10/12/09 04:59 PM, ZENON wrote: Don't increase the volume of the sample, just fuck with the eq. If adding too much bass drowns everything else out, then just play with the other lower frequencies (250 Hz and below). If you need the kick to have even more presence, then increase the mid frequencies a bit until you get a sound that you want.

Side chaining helps 2 lul :3

This. Definitely this. I just want to add on to it.

The tonal aspects of a kick influence it too. For example, in most trance songs I've heard, the artists used kicks that have significant amounts of mid-range frequencies as well as low-range frequencies.

The more mid-range that your kick has, the "harder" it sounds, at least in my experience. If a kick has substantially more bass than mid-range, than it's gonna sound kind of soft.

But yeah, as others have said, use a compressor or limiter and use an EQ. I just want to add that you should evaluate what sample you're using for your kick too. (or what your synth's settings are, if you're synthesizing a kick.)

Tempo is simply an expression of energy in a song. So I say pick whatever tempo you think is best suited for what you want to express.

At 10/11/09 10:27 AM, Nosferatu-of-Worms wrote: Eh, it's really not that hard. Just a bit of basic music theory is all it takes to get started.

Pretty much yep. I find it easier to do the notation on paper, then transfer it to computer. This way, I can compose even when I'm away from a computer, which I am most of the time.

This phrase is more appropriate here than anywhere else ever:

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

I'll let you derive your own conclusions from this statement.

This thread confuses me.

Thus, it enrages me.

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I do have some valid points to raise, but I'll ruin the thread in the process, so I'll keep them to myself.

Oh, I almost forgot. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! This makes me want to release my own album so badly hahaha

At 10/8/09 09:43 AM, nathanallenpinard wrote: If you don't use a limiter, your songs probably are peaking over 0db.

That's fine in a DAW. You won't notice any distortion while it's in a DAW, because the DAW is able to peak higher due to 24bit systems. Even 16 gives you more than 0db.

However, most deliverable media, especially CD's will clip at 0db. I say -0.3db because any mp3 or other format conversion can cause artifacts if it's at 0db. It's a pre-cautionary measure.

Just make sure you files don't go past that, and you might be fine.

BTW: Normalizing won't help if you already clip. If you render/bounce your song at low levels, then normalize, that might solve your problem.

However normalizing is not the same as mastering or applying a limiter.

Just pop a limiter on your whole track, set the threshold at -0.3db, and turn up the gain enough to where it's not distorting. It takes practice, and a fresh pair of ears.

My personal method is to save compression for last:

1. Raise DAW volume to 100%.
2. Render as WAV
3. Open in edison and play.
4. NOW boot up a limiter or compressor (I prefer compressor).
5. Set threshold at 0db (I might start doing what Nathan suggested above)
6. Set compression envelopes to desired values (varies depending on song)
7. Set gain to a point where it's compressing, but it's not too noticable.

That's how I prefer to compress. I also use this method for equalizing too, as well as any other processes that I need to perform on the master, with the exception of reverb. (I need that running during the duration of the project to perfect my release envelopes and the mix.)

At 10/7/09 02:47 PM, TheRipper00 wrote: That's all good and all but all it takes is One Robot to become Self Aware then its over. Also we wold be in no shape to fight back if we were all inside of a Game all the time. This would also almost positively exterminate the Human race unless the robots Impregnated people whilst they slept.

Holy shit, do people actually think robots will become self aware? Most machines are not programmed to learn from their experiences, they are only programmed to do the tasks they are assigned. A machine would have to be programmed to record it's experiences, analyze those experiences, and act based on those experiences before it can become self-aware. Also, it would need to be able to differentiate between desirable results and undesirable results before it can make those decisions.

It's not that easy to mistakenly program a computer to become self-aware. Hell, it's extremely difficult to program a computer to be self-aware on purpose.

At 10/7/09 02:30 PM, igott wrote: Or just post gore.

Yes, gore always works. Also works if you want to kill a thread completely.

Ah, I remember my first experience with Apple Cinnamon cheerios.....

My family was going through a bit of a hard time, and my mom asked me if I wanted her to pick me up anything from the market. I said only a few things, like Poptarts, soda, but I remember definitely saying Apple Jacks. They were, and always will be, my favorite cereal of all time. In fact, I'm eating some as I type.

So she went to the market, and I resumed playing video games. About an hour and a half later, she returned, bearing groceries. Of course, I helped her take them out of the car. I initially noted the lack of Apple Jacks at that point, but I figured I missed it. Shortly after though, I helped her put the groceries away, and that's where my suspicions were confirmed. No Apple Jacks, only a box of shitty Kix and an even shittier box of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios.

"Hey mom, where's the Apple Jacks? I'm hungry" I said. She said she didn't pick them up because she didn't have the money. "I bought you Apple Cinnamon Cheerios instead. They're healthier and they taste similar". That shit wasn't gonna fly.

"But I said I wanted Apple Jacks!"

"They're way too expensive. We have to make sacrifices."

"Sacrifice my ass, I said I wanted my fucking Apple Jacks, bitch!"

Then she punched me. Hard. I don't even remember the punch, I just remember flying across the kitchen. Disoriented, all I could do is look up as she ran to my fallen body, knelt down and proceeded to pummel the living shit out of me.

"YOU"- PUNCH- "WILL"- PUNCH- "NOT"- PUNCH- "TALK"- PUNCH- "TO"- PUNCH- "ME"- PUNCH- "LIKE"- PUNCH- "THAT!"

Every vicious word was punctuated by an even more vicious strike. Thankfully, I passed out within two minutes of my ass-whooping. My last thought before going under was "All this and yet it was my dad who taught me how to fight...."

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Some time later, I woke up. My first observation after my "nap" was the presence of a large bowl in front of me. It was filled with milk and some cereal, similar to Apple Jacks in appearance, but noticably different. Then it hit me: Apple Cinnamon Cheerios! This must be the whole box in this one bowl!

I looked up and saw my mom and my dad sitting across from me, angry and menacing. It was my mom who spoke first.

"Well, seeing how much you like Apple Jacks, we went and made you a bowl. Enjoy." She said this last word with a malicious sneer.

"This isn't Apple Jacks, this is that Cheerio shit", I replied.

"Oh well, I can't tell the difference" she said, her terrifying smile still there.

"I'm not touching this shit, what do you take me for?" I asked.

At this, my dad stood up, reached across the table and grabbed my head. Before I could react, he thrusted my head downward into the bowl, submerging my head. I fought desperately to break his hold, but his grip was like a vice. After a while, he relinquished his grip, and I lifted my head, gasping for air.

"You're gonna eat this whole damn bowl, and we're going to watch you do it. Now you see what happens when you fuck around!" he bellowed. Realizing my position, I finally relented. As I lifted the spoon, an intense fear crept into my body. Nevertheless, I pushed ahead, dipped the spoon into the massive bowl, lifted out some of that......stuff, raised it to my mouth, and ate the substance.

The taste was pure torture. It was like a mixture of glass, dog shit, ball sweat, and AIDS. As the first bite went into my mouth, I impulsively vomited all over my shirt from the taste. My bitch of a mom was probably smiling, maybe even laughing, but I didn't notice. All there was was my horrible, impossible task and my suffering.

I took another bite. This time I didn't throw up, thankfully, but the bite was still torture. Still, I pressed on. And on. And on. And on.

1 hour and 48 minutes later, my bowl was empty and my stomach full. That substance, called Apple Cinnamon Cheerios but best described as "Satan's Excrement", had begun to tear my stomach apart. Pain shot through my body like a woman in labor, and I knew that I would have to make a run for the toilet.

"Well, I didn't think you'd make it", my mom said, still smiling after an hour and 48 minutes. "Well, you're free to go, but you're grounded for a year". I didn't care, all I knew was that I had to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. I ran- I ran faster than I ever had in my life. That shit was already on it's way out, from both the back end and the front end. I didn't thnk I would make it.

But I did. I flung open the door to the bathroom, grabbed the trashcan, and sat down on the seat. Both the vomit and the diarheaa came simultaneously. All I saw was pink as all of that milk, Apple Cinnamon shit, other food and blood rushed out of my stomach, up my throat and out of my mouth, quickly filling the can and splattering all over the floor. This continued for an indefinite amount of time. I don't remember much.

After it was over, I assessed the damage. Vomit was all over the floor, the walls, and my body. Additionally, I realized I never pulled down my pants, so my back end was completely covered with runny, milky, bloody shit. My body felt like someone had pumped pure fire directly up my ass, through my stomach, and out my mouth.

And that, right there, is my first experience with Apple Cinnamon Cheerios.

Classic Trolling: Posting for the simple reason of pissing the other posters off.
EX: I used to go to Newshounds.us and post my center-right views, simply because I knew it would piss the libs off, who would subsequently call me a right-wing kook, even when I support every single argument I throw out there with a valid source.

Trick Trolling: Tricking the other posters for the lulz.
EX: Every copypasta that ends with the words "bel air", The Game, etc.

Reverse Trolling: Trolling a troll, turning a troll's troll back on himself.
EX: You post a trick troll thread. Someone else posts a surprising response that you respond to, believing that he's been trolled. Then you find out you were trolled.

Aided trolling: Recognizing the OP's troll and assisting him in it.
EX: Very popular in /b/ are the "newfags can't" thread. In those threads, you'll see a whole bunch of experienced users performing the action specified in the thread, while newer users inevitably fail and are caught. Other trolls fail on purpose, in order to troll both the OP and the other users.

These are the types I feel like describing right now. Now if you'll excuse me, my mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air", so I have to go.

Interesting. Although I do not believe that what he/she described is an exact description of what will come to pass (humanity will always need to collect and maintain their food supply, machines, much like humans, will never be perfect, and no system is perpetual, not even the universe itself), his/her ideas do inspire the mind.

Thanks for bringing me this article.

Meant to say South Park episode. It was from earlier this year (or late last year, can't remember how old it was.)

Did you ever see that episode where Stan went to the Federal Reserve, and the chopped the chicken's head off and watched it flop around on a board in order to choose what they would do when a bank failed?

Yep, that's exactly what Newgrounds does for it's Top 5 picks.

I actually experienced the exact opposite of the problem you're experiencing. In general, I insert a lot of variety in my songs, and never really had a problem with repetitiveness. So my advice to you is this: When composing, think of both repetition and variety, and try to keep a balance between the two.

I've also broken down song competition to several aspects:

Tension (climax, etc)
Landscape (instrument sound, harshness, smoothness, etc)
Unity (how well the piece blends together)
Variety
Repetition
Melody
Harmony
Dynamics (volume of individual sections)
Theme (what you want to express in the song)
Mix
Mastering
Rhythm

I try to keep all of these in mind when I compose, since I compose with the awareness that others are going to hear this song and hopefully enjoy it.

At 10/7/09 12:12 PM, Repansniper wrote:

At 10/7/09 01:27 AM, runpoochrun wrote: Unless he was stupid and fucked it up so he can't get FL9 for free. That's the impression I got from the OP's poor grammar and spelling.

Insulting my grammar? I got great grammar and for a thread title I tried to make a simple sentence but the title has to be short so I just say "Fuck it I guess I'll deal with it"

Besides I paid FL 8 so why I should get FL 9? I know it's an improvement but I'm just gonna stick with

FL 8

I got great grammar

Holy fucking shit, either this is a great troll or it's the greatest troll ever!

Back on point, just to drive home the point of just how many users of FL Studio there are, just look for the FL help thread and see how long it is.

Sounds interesting, Trance isn't my genre but I might submit if I have the time.

After you get some experience in electronic composition, see me (or others) for some great software for whatever DAW/Sequencer you decide to use.

Why does it seem like all the kids in the schools I didn't attend are fucking insane? We didn't do any of this shit, we just went to parties and did drugs. You know, tradition.

At 9/29/09 02:58 PM, Jirohbomb wrote: I now have no FL Studio 8 and even worse... no FL Studio 9 *sob*

This is a crime against humanity. I'm donating 5$ to this man.

At 9/29/09 03:07 PM, mariomusicmaker1 wrote: betta fish...

About a week ago I was working on a song, all of a sudden my face is wet and there is a fish on the floor flapping around. my fish jumped out of its bowl and onto the floor... it scared the shit out of me, I put him back and now i have suran wrap with a few holes poked in it covering the bowl.

About a month ago, I was working on a song myself, when my mom walks into the room. I didn't hear her until she was pretty much right behind me. I jumped like a motherfucker.

On another note, try listening to Castevania SOTN's "Door of Holy Spirits" in the middle of the night with the lights off.

When I was about 5, I glimpsed a view of my room's overhead light in my peripherals. As a result, whenever I shifted my eyes even slightly, it looked like the light was moving on it's own. From that point on, I was afraid to look at any light from the side at night, and slept under my covers to prevent myself from glimpsing it. Furthermore, it haunted my dreams for several years. I even had to sleep with a nightlight for a while.

I didn't overcome this fear for many years.

Well, seeing as my mom is a member, and the house I'm living in right now wouldn't have been affordable without Acorn..........

I just dare you to say something.

At 9/25/09 09:30 PM, adrshepard wrote: I thought that the choice between appearing arrogant and preventing a threatening state from getting nuclear weapons was absurd enough to show I was being sarcastic. I suppose I could have been more obvious but its a shame such sentiment is common enough that you took me seriously.

Well, I'll be honest; I thought you were being serious. But enough about that.

First of all, this has been news for years. The fact that the OP just found out about it today is pretty sad.

Secondly, some facts:

- The new enrichment plant has been reported to only be capable of housing 3000 centrifuges, not enough for a civilian nuclear reactor but enough to produce material for a bomb.
- Iran has tested missiles capable of delivering a nuclear warhead.
- The U.S. government has known about this facility since the Bush administration.
- Iran has only just acknowledged that this new facility exists.

Now some will say that this will actually strengthen Iran's position next month during the meeting, but if it's true that this facility only houses enough centrifuges to build a nuclear bomb, I personally believe that this may finally be the evidence that the U.S. has needed to really pressure Iran on this issue.

Right now though, it's best to sit back and watch as more details emerge.

At 9/25/09 09:33 PM, AngryCat wrote:

At 9/25/09 08:46 PM, Carbon wrote: Christians are forcing their beliefs on me! They have no right to do that! They're all clearly stupid and simply need to be educated in Atheism. Christianity should be illegal and the only allowed belief should be Atheism.

Yeah....that's what I though you said.

I see nothing amiss in this quoted text.

At 9/25/09 04:37 PM, AluminumNads wrote: TL:DR

Sounds like someone's just jealous of someone else's new girlfriend.

At 9/25/09 09:13 PM, Kwing wrote: Yowza! Some guy got a trojan on his PSP?! I'll be really careful now!

My exact same reaction.

I don't know what to say... My PSP only crashes when I cheat in Final Fantasy or load to much on the internet at once. It'll refuse to turn on for about a minute and then I'm able to get it working.

Judging by the fact that the light turns on, it would be possible the screen and speakers just aren't working, except that it wouldn't connect to the computer with a USB. Is it possible it won't automatically hook up when you plug it in? Try operating it as if the screen were working (USB connection is on the first column, second option down) and see if it won't connect then.

I tried your idea, I even tried scanning for new hardware using device manager, and still nothing.

This is pretty crappy advice, but it's the best I can do. If you think it's fried, I would take the memory stick out immediately just in case the data could get damaged. If you have a friend with a PSP, plug in your stick (did I say that?) and see if the data is okay.

I think I'll be using my stepdad's PSP. He has two, one that's working and one that's apparently bricked, although I'm not sure. I'll check out the bricked one first, just to see if I can still use it to plug into the computer. If not, I'll have to borrow his and move the files over to another storage area.

Ahh, high school....that takes me back....

Good job OP, but was the ego description really necessary? It kind of detracts from your post in a huge way.