[Aggressive Voice, Defensive Voice, (Calming Voice), Honest Voice]
Those tracks are shit. And you're a piece of shit. And you're a bad boyfriend. You know this.
[music starts]
An-and now you're looking at porn, because in order to deal with things that's what you do, you just look at porn, you just pretend-- y-you just pretend that you're in some kind of position of dominance over another living thing, another-- another human being, because in order to deal with your own sense of inadequacy as an individual who exists in the world, you just pretend--
N-
-that you're sticking your cock in the ass of something else so you can feel this, this false of-of-of-of power. Because you need power!
Shut up! Stop making fun of me!
Because you feel powerless! Because you're a piece of shit! That's why you're making fucking music, it's like y-y-you just need to validate--
Shut the fuck up! I'll fucking kill you!
(Just... calm down. You're obviously dealing with anxiety--)
"I just need to validate my existence to a, to a void that doesn't recognize that I'm here!"
Sh- f- j- I'm not doing anything, I'm not doing anything wrong!
(Don't let it get through to you. It's alright, just- don't let it bother you. Don't let it get across to you.)
I'm not doing ANYTHING wrong! It j-
"Am I really here? I don't actually know what the fuck is wrong with those fucking tracks-- I wish Mandy was here."
(Just- see them? I don't see them.)
They're, they're flat! They're-
Mandy doesn't like the fucking music either!
(Okay but they're actually not that bad-)
Nobody likes the fucking music,
(What's happening? What's going on, what's wrong? Let's pull up one.)
nobody's even fucking listening!
(Uh- track one.)
Um.. it's..
(so...)
Now they're fucking listening...
The compression. I, I-I can't figure out this fucking compression,
(It's actually pretty good, this melody here.)
…the compression?
I can't figure out this compression, man.
(You know what, that's a good song there, and you know that.)
What i- what is compression? What does compression even do?
Boom boom boom boom boom--
It's just like this pulsating boom boom boom boom boom, what is that?
Like some hard song where I don't want it to be doing that,
(The texture of your song, is--)
but it's the only way that I can get the volume up to any level that I consider, just-
(I'm not even annoyed there--)
Fuck [I hate?] like--
(And then anything that's incorrect, you can correct.)
-really alright, man.
(It's like a new direction I've never heard in my life.)
My music wasn't like that, but I'm not using the same recordings anymore
--cause I'm not using the same recordings anymore,
I don't know what the hell I'm doing with any of this equipment
(That direction doesn't exist. You know that.)
Why-why can't I figure out--
and I am not paying money to go to masters school, and I'm not paying anybody to master my shit.
([?] what you're working for--)
I don't KNOW why I can't--
I don't need anybody else,
agh I looked at the fucking manual!
(which doesn't necessarily mean you shouldn't work again, things are changing.)
to help me do my own shit!
This is a fucking dream, and it's fucking retarded! And I can't--
What's wo-what's wrong with the track named Withering heights., Withering heights., it sounds the same, it sounds the same...
(Cause you're always changing.)
...as every one of the other tracks.
…in the fucking manual, wh- wh- th- does anybody know what compression actually is?
([?])
It starts off small, and then it builds and builds and builds and builds and ooh! There's the explosion,
Hah!
because-- you can't do anything other than that.
What are you gonna do? It happens, it happens.
…always has the same tricks.
But when dealing with it, when I deal with it, it's actually alright. What's-
The way he uses-- what's up with the left channel?
what's- what about the left channel?
You haven't figured it out. You're telling yourself that you figured it out.
There's nothing wrong with the left channel.
It's not figured out.
I'm not doing anything about it.
It's like there's an EXPLOSION in my EAR, and I can't--
The left channel is just, blowing up.
The bass levels are too fucking--
Anything is distortion.
[?]
Just turn down the bass!
All the tracks have distortion. They're somehow not loud enough,
But it doesn't matter because EVERY OTHER SONG that's on the fucking radio uses, needs, bass!
but yet there's distortion on 'em when you listen to 'em with headphones.
[?] that track, [?] that track is not [?]. I am not my track. I am not my music.
You said there wouldn't be any problems, but, there is. And you know it.
And everybody loves seeing bass in their music!
It's not even my music.
You're not just making it up!
It just exists.
There's no bass in Coin locker kid's music!
Am I just making it up?
I'm not making it up.
Are you just making it up?
We're making it up.
We're not making it up.
We're making it up.
[Moaning]
I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
…don't know...um...
And I guess that's okay.
--it is okay!
I'm not perfect.
'Cause nobody's perfect.
Nobody's perfect.
Nobody's, nop--
Fuck that shit, man!
No-
Okay, yeah-
That's not okay--
No, you are perfect!
--and you know that it's not okay, because--
It's like--
--who you are--
I don't know--
--there's more information coming out of a plastic [?],
Everybody's perfect, because I'm perfect!
It's like, know thyself,
I'm a FUCKING GENIUS!
Into another plastic [?], into a...
but I'm not knowing thyself right now, I'm knowing by itself.
I shouldn't have to be dealing with this, fucking, pedestrian--philistine whores!
But I'm masturbating, I'm touching myself, but like, that doesn't--
[laughter]
Um...
[Simultaneous Outbursts]
[Aggressive Voice, Honest Voice, Hipster Voice]
No, we're mad! Stay mad! I'm mad, I'm mad right now, and I want the world to know! I want the world to know that I'm mad because it's not fucking fair that I have to be dealing with these problems when I'm a FUCKING GENIUS! Nobody's making any material, nearly halfway, or anything, to-
I don't know myself-- this is a symbol, the universe is trying to talk to me right now, saying "get to know your equipment!" If I don't know my equipment then I don't know my brain, I can't be a part man-- I can't be, I'm, I'm not an artist! I'm not even an artist, I say that I'm an artist. I don't know how to play an instrument, so how can I be an artist...
Don't you see? Horse shit! This- this stupid glass box I'm in, it's not-- I need master-- master your life! Master your life! You're a slave to yourself, man!
[Moaning]
[Coffee Bubbling, Simultaneous]
Are you-
Have you forgotten-
…forgotten something...
You forgot something!
[Simultaneous Outbursts]
[Aggressive Voice, Honest Voice, Hipster Voice]
Yeah, I'm a genius, and nobody else... is a genius... And I deserve praise, [?]--
Um... the fucking point... yeah! I was just like; I'm a genius-- It's all what? Wh- I- Well I need to draw out-- How to use the fucking equipment, and when I--
You're a slave! You deserve to be a slave, for your fucking-- stu-
stupid rules, fucking--
[Coffee Pot Whistles]
-oh! That was i-- You made coffee!
[Devyn]
What the fuck am I-- [?]
[Unidentified Voices]
How are you doing?
Um.. I don't know. I don't know.
[chuckling]
This is weird...
Other than the fact that, like, they actually seem to be enjoying this [?]!
[laughter]
[music stops]
[Devyn]
What the fuck am I doing?
did you feed the chickens? you better feed the chickens.
No.
