It’s a wild and wackily screwed up world we live in sometime. Toilets flow the other way down under, jazz is a “niche” market, and while no, might certainly mean no in many places, try telling that to someone who in the quest to have their stuff sound “just like it does on the radio” is trying to have their band make the loudest CD ever. And before I lose you completely: This letter is being written at a kitchen table sometime in mid-December so to a certain degree I am prognosticating about that wondrous world of the future called February that we may or not be right or wrong about.
Which is perfect in way. Perfect since this issue . . . this ENTIRE issue is one, long, lovely, super screed on going BACK to the drawing board. Back to the board with the able assistance of our resident and invited panel of experts who will try to breathe some life and breadth into whatever the hell it is you are doing sitting behind that board or perched in front of your DAW for solid hour after solid hour.
How, what, why, where?
Well, last year this time, this very issue we ran 100 TIPS. And you dug it so much, when you weren’t telling us how much you hated/loved us for slights real and/or imagined, that you said so and loudly proclaimed that you would nail it to your bathroom wall for repeated readings. Or something. And so we did it again. And because we are mighty defenders of the righteous cause we DOUBLED the tips, QUADRUPLED the tip givers, and covered and overlaid the production process with sage advice both ridiculous and sublime.
So while JERMAINE DUPRI, snubbed for producer of the year, but maintaining a large bed of cash at home to cry himself to sleep at night on, is our cover cat, this issue has the proverbial IT ALL. That is, everyone who is anyone giving away the secrets to the store in the name of engaging, entertaining, enraging, educating, and a bunch more E words not fit for a family publication, YOU.
And just in time for Valentine’s Day. Now isn’t that sweet?