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Once, I was young boy, and had a dream: To sound just like Robin Guthrie of the Cocteau Twins. So I got myself a 4track, and life was good. I entertained myself for hours, recording tracks too hot, distorting the hell out my tape, running my HR-16 snare sample through a Rat 2 pedal (still do), collapsing tracks, recording with the dbx on and mixing with it off. Lots of noise, but in comparason to my single coils run through lots o' distortion, no big deal. I would like to say that the sound of a Yamaha MT-120 preamp being beaten into submission is one of the coolest sounds ever. Then I started listening to Tones on Tail and Eno. Tape loops seemed to be in order. So I, ah, obtained keys and passcodes to the studios in the school I was attending at the time, and snuck in at night to use the 1/4" machines, wrapping tape around stools, and generally making a mess of things. This was also good. If somewhat messy. Then I was hired to edit music, some of which was classical. That was when I learned that a cello sounds almost exactly like a bass at .25 ips. Life was bad. I was sad. So I bought a Session8, and was doing jobs in a half hour that once took me four. Life was good. Plus, I learned the joys and freedoms of recording non-linearly. Not sure what your solo should sound like? Record twenty of them, edit the cool parts together. Soon, I moved from Philly, city of cheap, lovely, and expansive apartments, to NYC, city of expensive, foul smelling, poorly maintained, closets with bathrooms. My rack+computer were taking up about a quarter of my living space. I also became overly employed, and was actively playing in two bands. The Session8 sat, lonely and forlorn, gathering dust and weeping over the love affair that had gone so well untill we had moved into the big city. I had lost that magic feeling- no longer did I want to boot up the machine, fire up the d/a, the external drives, clear off my desk, clean the pots on my tube preamps, compact my disks, re-patch the mackie, etc, etc, etc. A friend of mine left his four track over one day. We had recorded some stuff in our rehersal space. Figured I would but another track of guitar on with the vocal. I turned the pig on, plugged into an eq and my trusty Rat. Sold my rack, computer, hard drive, preamps. Gonna buy a 4-track again. Funny how these things turn out.