Writing Two- My First Song

My first song was many things, but perfect -amongst other words – was what it wasn’t. Let me explain how unprofessional it was. Well to begin with the quality sounded like a thunderstorm because of all the distortion that was in the song. If the song was to be compared visually to something I would compare it to sasquatch. It was frightening to hear it when ever it was played. If this song had a smell it would probably smell like manure. If you could touch it you would’ve thought it was a porcupine or razor-blade. And it probably would taste like those little Warheads candy.
You’re probably asking “how did the songs seem to be all these things?” Well to start off; the reason I said it sounded like a thunderstorm was because all you heard in the song was jus a lot of rumbling and popping. You couldn’t make out any lyrics whatsoever. For example I would say, “problems ain’t nun I’ll solve ‘em like math work/ my utensil ain’t a pencil it’s a pistol wit sum bad nerves/” Then besides that, the beat was too loud, so you couldn’t get the real sound of the beat. I was using a computer microphone which was another reason why it sounded so crappy.
Because a computer microphone isn’t as detailed as a studio microphone.
For one it doesn’t have a pop screen, it also isn’t noise cancelling, or is it stable enough to take in all the “p” sounds without distorting the audio. A studio microphone on the other hand, can intake all of the “p” sounds, it has noise cancelling technology, there are two types of studio microphones to choose from- A dynamic microphone or a Condenser microphone. I couldn’t tell you the difference between the two besides the fact that one hangs from the ceiling and the other is on a stand.
I said it would probably look like Sasquatch because just listening to the song made you visualize being attack by some type of frightening mythical creature Just imagine a viscous beast attacking you with all its might, that’s what my first song sounded like.
It would smell like manure because the verses were poop. Just imagine the smell of stinky feet mixed with onions, eggs, skunk fart, and baby feces. None of those things could have compared to the stench of the song I had created. The foul smell of must had to have rubbed on this song I believe. If you were to hear this song you would probably think you pooped on yourself.
As far as feel goes, this song would probably feel like a sharp object. Maybe something like I said which was a porcupine or razor-blade. Lets say for instance if you tried to grab this song with your hands you more than likely would begin to bleed. Because the frequency was so rugged so sharp than the slightest adjustment in the volume could have blown your speakers. That kind of shows you how poor the quality is, because if your song is mastered correctly you should be able to turn it up to the maximum without worrying about rumbling noises and other things like that.
And last but not least. I say it would taste like a piece of warheads candy because you could have tasted the bitterness from the sound that it gave off. Sour seems to be the only word that I could give for the taste of my first song. Any other word just couldn’t cut it. Lick that song, and watch your jaws lock up. Yea, it was that sour.
That’s why this very day I record with a studio microphone, and nothing less. Why? You ask, because it’s simple. I need quality.