Bad Poetry For Tuesday

30 Dec

The man attacks
your stacked-up tracks
and gives them all a squeeze

he’ll equalize
your lyric lines
and max out your DBs

he flicks his wrist
and just like this
improves six months of mixing

the lows and highs
unrealized
were in
slight need of fixing

this alchemist of audio,
voodoo doc of compression

he’ll tease and tweak
some shiny sounds
out of your pro tools session

and what is it we call this man
whose touch averts disaster?

The mastering engineer, of course;
and yes, he is the master.

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