#1
I'm going into my last year of high school, and thinking about living in the city and taking a recording arts course in the city.
Post stories about your first apartment/university/post-secondary, whatever.
EDIT: also, if you haven't graduated yet, post what your plans are for after high school.
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Last edited by WastedFire at Jul 29, 2009,
#5
it's a quote from fight club.
ANYWAY.
stories,advice, anything.
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
#6
Quote by Twisted Magnum
Fight Club



Good job, you broke the first rule.
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[quote="'[VictorinoX"]']You, sir, win epically.
#7
Quote by Habs
You want to record bands?

yeah, it's a way to be involved in music that's more realistic than my band getting anywhere. ideally i'd be a record label scout, or whatever, but recording arts would be easier to get into.
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
#8
congratz dude wish i was you i can't wait to leave...
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#9
Quote by MasterExploder0
Good job, you broke the first rule.

and the second, actually.
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
#10
You want to move to the city.. on your own.. and make money recording bands?
#12
Quote by Habs
You want to move to the city.. on your own.. and make money recording bands?

i live in a small town in nova scotia, canada.
i am moving to the city with a couple friends, sharing an apartment.
i am taking a course through the community college,
then planning to start my own recording business,
where i offer recording and mastering services.
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
#13
Quote by WastedFire
then planning to start my own recording business,
where i offer recoding and mastering services.




I defy you to get more than 10 customers for the first year you open shop.
#14
Quote by Twisted Magnum


I defy you to get more than 10 customers for the first year you open shop.

thats what i was thinking.
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I have no opinion on this matter.
#15
Quote by Twisted Magnum


I defy you to get more than 10 customers for the first year you open shop.

well, yeah.
it's definitely a slow start.
but it's what i want to do.
i'll probably end up doing live sound for a ****ty club or something.
at least at first.
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
#16
I moved out to hollywood last april to go to school. I have a studio and I pay 750.00 for it, plus gas electricity/water and my groceries. I get 950 from the government for going to school, but im fortunate enough to have my mom help me out with my cell bill, car bill/insurance, and every now and then she'll send me some money just cuz. I like living by myself, but it does get lonely.
#17
how old are you?
You are not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.