Dear Abby:
I'm Les, and I have a problem. My alter-ego, Lesteban, is nuts.
I get my amps all set up the way I like them, and Lesteban thinks they should be set up a different way. So we do that. Then I think they were best the way I had them set up in the first place, and switch them back.
Lesteban won't sit still, of course, and finds yet another way to set everything up.
But I think that way doesn't work, because I can't get around to the back of the amps easily to make switching or settings changes, move them to a different place where I can get behind them easily.
Then he finds a place in the room where things look fine, but it's too boomy for recording. I find a different spot where it sounds better, but looks really crappy and takes up too much space in the room. He objects, of course.
I will play only PRS amps, and Lesteban seems to like Mesas, even though the PRS amps clearly sound better. To top everything else off, we have different tastes in microphones, and I am NOT happy with his session work, because he overplays.
He and I are at a complete impasse. I don't like him, he doesn't like me.
He is a very difficult brain-mate.
I never should have let him come and live in my brain back in the summer of 1970, but he was a homeless hippie, and I was a college student and felt sorry for him...
I'm writing to ask what I can do to get rid of him in a tactful way? I don't want to have to shoot him because of the mess it would cause in my half of my head.
Restless in Detroit
I'm Les, and I have a problem. My alter-ego, Lesteban, is nuts.
I get my amps all set up the way I like them, and Lesteban thinks they should be set up a different way. So we do that. Then I think they were best the way I had them set up in the first place, and switch them back.
Lesteban won't sit still, of course, and finds yet another way to set everything up.
But I think that way doesn't work, because I can't get around to the back of the amps easily to make switching or settings changes, move them to a different place where I can get behind them easily.
Then he finds a place in the room where things look fine, but it's too boomy for recording. I find a different spot where it sounds better, but looks really crappy and takes up too much space in the room. He objects, of course.
I will play only PRS amps, and Lesteban seems to like Mesas, even though the PRS amps clearly sound better. To top everything else off, we have different tastes in microphones, and I am NOT happy with his session work, because he overplays.
He and I are at a complete impasse. I don't like him, he doesn't like me.
He is a very difficult brain-mate.
I never should have let him come and live in my brain back in the summer of 1970, but he was a homeless hippie, and I was a college student and felt sorry for him...
I'm writing to ask what I can do to get rid of him in a tactful way? I don't want to have to shoot him because of the mess it would cause in my half of my head.
Restless in Detroit