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Thanks for the suggestion! It is an excellent plan!
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
This is a bad idea. The U.S. has enough ugly, fat and utterly unintelligent Nomura fanbitches already. We really don't need you too. Say what you will: we can't handle you, you're not fat (a blatant lie), whatever, but everyone else on GFF knows the truth of this situation. Please. Stay wherever you are. Or better yet, do the world a favor and plunge yourself to the bottom of the ocean. Everyone can be happy then. I don't play Diablo and I have nothing else to contribute to this thread. Most amazing jew boots |
Actually, all of these guys have a history of being uptight little spitewads. If you're not with them (ergo, also a drooling fan of their particular obsessions) you're clearly against them, and they'll rain down upon everything you stand for.
Ignore them. We do. I was speaking idiomatically. |
he's already gone dudes I don't think you can get his autograph
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
the tree is that way
FELIPE NO |
No, he will be back. Tommy Tallarico is the reason Gamingforce was created. He is our Shoeless Joe.
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been
wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group; saying, "She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation, that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner--something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were--she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy, little children." "What does Bessie say I have done?" I asked. "Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent." A breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window- seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement. Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast. I returned to my book--Bewick's History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of "the solitary rocks and promontories" by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape-- "Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides." Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with "the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space,--that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold." Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive. The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking. it is incredible how small these words are! Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Very incredible indeed!
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Very depressing topic indeed. Disappointing such a positive activity can turn out to be so negative because of how things are done. I am deeply insulted and feel hopeless for the musicians, composers and the audience I have been fighting for since I established Eminence.
For the audience, to understand and appreciate truly magnificent works. For world class musicians to respect game music. For the composers to receive the respect they deserve. I hate blatant liers. I rather them not say anything or admit it. We will still strive to do our work, one day, we will see the day when this is achieved. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
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Talking of which, there was a very prominent false advertisement of the Video Games Live CD at Music4Games today. I don't think it was intentional -- I suspect they were told of the new release date but not the new track listings so they did a quick Google search and re-reported an old source.
And Yura, I completely sympathise with you on the matter. I personally officially resolved my issues with Tommy some months ago and we each apologised to each other for acting immaturely here. However, I still can't condone VGL for its actions from this whole saga. You probably think I'm a bastard, but my main problem with you back some months ago was that you were supporting VGL even though there were just as bad as PLAY! if not worse. If that was because you weren't aware of all the corruption rather than because of a more malicious alliance, I'm really sorry for vindicating you. It's an absolutely terrible situation and I really hope artists with integrity like you manage to shine through it. No matter what has happened in the past, I'm very happy to support you in future. And Tommy, I didn't see you post originally. Thanks for clarifying the matter on whether they are new or old studio recordings. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?
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FELIPE NO #654: Braixen |
It's okay. Nobody panic. I speak Jive. NIGGA, WHAT THE FUCK IS JUICE!? What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
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YOU CAN'T STEP INTO THE MIXTURE, AND JUST START POSTING PICTURES. THAT'S OLD SCHOOL RULES, BABY. WOO! (Hey Seraph. Just keep dissing. But eventually you'll run out of downward thumbs, this thread will still be funny, you'll still be someone who talks about video game music likes its black suffrage, and your biggest booster will still be Kairi Laughable Li.) There's nowhere I can't reach. John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
Yeah dude, your posts has nothing to do with this thread. Put something contributing to the thread!
Talking about clicking your useless posts thumbs down, I got nothing better to do in a recording studio while our musicians take breaks from recording. I won't waste my time dissing your threads, my apologies. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
How ya doing, buddy? John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
So entertain me more, I got a recording which is taken up by a lot of rehearsals. I think being flawed is ok, part of being human. Eminence is full of mistakes and crap, everytime we screwed up major, we (try) to learn from it and make sure that kind of stuff don't happen again.
I think I'm going to get into trouble from posting too much from my staff... but let me have my fun =D I was speaking idiomatically. |
It's a trap, get an axe.
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
Actually, I think it may be some of the folks from within this thread who take this stuff a little too seriously that are making it a depressing topic. It's actually a bit of a compliment for our team that our arrangements, mic techniques and live mixing/engineering are so well done that people think it's a recording! And the show itself wasn't negative at all. Very positive in fact, especially for the 10,000+ fans and worldwide press who attended and enjoyed the event. Looks like the only ones a bit miffed are a couple of people in this thread who weren't there and were disappointed by the quality of an off-sync YouTube video and false misinterpretations about the way we produce our shows. That's fine. It's the internet... people are allowed to bitch and moan all they want. I just thought I would address some of the questions and inquiries given the fact that I've posted on this forum before. No reason for some folks to be hateful towards others... although as I mentioned earlier... this is the internet... can't really expect too much I suppose. But all that being said. I'm confused as to why you would be "deeply insulted" by all this? You shouldn't let some internet forum get you down or feeling bad about all the passion and hard work you do. What you do is fantastic. No need to feel insulted by any of it. Just my two cents. thanks, Tommy FELIPE NO
Tommy Tallarico
President, Tommy Tallarico Studios, Inc. (www.tallarico.com) Founder/CEO, Video Games Live (www.videogameslive.com) Founder/CEO, Game Audio Network Guild [G.A.N.G.] (www.audiogang.org) Facebook Personal Page Facebook Video Games Live Page Twitter Personal Twitter Video Games Live YouTube Channel Personal YouTube Channel Video Games Live
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What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
My comments weren't meant to be derogatory towards VGL in any way, but rather to point out that even if VGL did pump some musical elements through the speakers (which I have been told is regularly done, perhaps incorrectly), it's nothing to get upset about. The "haha" was in response to the firestorm that appeared before my post. Anyway, sorry if I've been misinformed, but it's quite difficult when everyone tells you something different. I still don't know what to believe! In any case, I'm locking this thread since it has really digressed into a mudslinging match. Sorry for the mess! There's nowhere I can't reach. |