You are not a Premium Member and you are blocking ads. You are using Vampire Rave for free. Vampire Rave relies on ads in order to operate. Please disable your Ad Blocker. This can easily be done for Vampire Rave only.
If you are using Chrome, click the red hand button at the top right of the screen:
Then select: Don't run on pages on this site
If you do it correctly, the red hand will turn to green and you will no longer see this message.
This condition runs in my family; my grandmother has it and so do I. My grandmother needed the iron from red meat so badly, she would suck the marrow right out of the bones. I don't do that, but particularly when I am menstruating, I become so weak, I crave red meat in order to think straight. Iron may also be obtained from leafy green vegetables, dried fruit, and nuts. (No wonder trail mix is one of my favorite snacks!)
Every day now, I wake up angry and hateful. I'm very quiet about it though; it's just this feeling of rage, which usually subsides as soon as I start talking with someone. But there it is: I'm angry because I'm tired of being stepped on my whole life, and I'm not going to take it any more.
Aww, thank you so much for watching and commenting!
Computer Woes
20:12 Feb 15 2016 Times Read: 531
My research tells me I either need to replace the inverter or the screen. I'm also running a virus scan just in case... What a drag to be snowed in with a broken computer. I can still record on my other computer though; that's all I use the old Mac for. I guess I could also do my laundry.
Well, I DID have an infected file, which I removed, but I STILL have a broken computer.
I wanted to continue working on my animated music video tonight, but now my computer is not functioning properly. I will continue trouble-shooting tomorrow. I also want to re-record the vox track for my new single, Built To Last; my boss said, "it's got a low-fi quality...if that's what you're going for." (No, not really: I'm just poor, right-brained, and too prideful to ask for help...)
What is NinaHeart doing for Valentine's Day, you might ask? Answer: Making a silly animated music video to my new single, Built To Last, for my "fans." (Yes, I'm REALLY THAT MUCH of a nerd.)
Yesterday I received an offer to potentially make some money by partnering with ReverbNation on YouTube and I accepted. If you've ever eaten a teaspoon of peanut butter for breakfast and had to pawn your only amplifier as many times as I have, you will understand why. It's actually a good thing for me creatively too, because it makes me want to put out more music videos! Damn right I'm a sell out: I refuse to be poor for the rest of my life.
I spent most of the night and early morning sick to my stomach, probably something I ate. I almost called in sick at work today, but I'm so glad I didn't because I desperately need that money. I just took a long, hot shower and pulled myself together somehow, telling myself, I'm a member of a team, and they need me to be there. I've noticed sometimes when I'm feeling my worst, it actually pushes me to perform at my best.
Can be a hard pill to swallow sometimes...being my own producer means I have to be objective enough to re-record vox when I know I can do better, and not be lazy about it, for instance. Looking myself in the mirror and being honest about what I see in there - what I like and what I don't - again, what can I improve upon, which would again, require work...and accepting what I have been so hesitant to embrace about myself, why I keep coming back here, year after year...I still can't quite claim it even now.
I can't help but have some feelings about this, but I also can't say I'm surprised: even my own fans are more interested in looking at pictures of me, than listening to my music and supporting my work. The challenge for me has always been to continue to be my own cheerleader, regardless of what anyone else thinks of me.
I re-wrote one of my songs, so I had to re-record the guitar track. In the middle of re-recording vox, but ProTools has a nasty habit of crashing on a regular, so taking a short break...
I must be stubborn, or compelled - possesed by my muse, or something, because I just can't stop. Three of my female co-workers have left, or are leaving to pursue careers in other, seemingly more lucrative fields: teaching, real estate, human resources...while I still believe I can unlock some chest of gold at the end of some magical, musical rainbow...
COMMENTS
-