You get used to it when you feel like you're an artist.
I'm swamped with input. I want input, but I am so far behind on what I got here that I can't keep up with what people are sending me.
I'm the proverbial kid in the candy store. I'm a guy who is lucky enough to have been chosen to turn his compulsive hobby into a profession. If I didn't have my job, I'd be doing almost the same thing for free.
I am amazed and thrilled and unbelievably proud about my team's performance.
You can really do some clever editing even within the limited two-track format.
Everyone has his own agenda, and it can overshadow the important thing, which is to capture a great performance. They listen to it and think, "Oh, I'm not mixed loud enough. . . I missed a note there. . . I'm a half-step off on the turnaround. "
The mindset of the people who put the shows on and those who go buy a ticket is so fundamentally different. The band themselves don't have a sense of things, and I found this out after a lot of years of pain and frustration.
Do you know how much power I have over you? Yes, you, the one just sitting there hitting the f5 button day in and day out!
Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.
Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement. " Dante: "What sort of disagreement?" Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.
As much as a disappointment this was, I can only learn from it and become a better fighter.