"Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before"

Dear Diary, 

I awoke in the small hours, a chill in my bones. My sleep, restless, my dreams haunted by the vibrant colours of wave-forms as they parade past me, mocking my inability to visualise the musical zenith I strive to achieve. My goal is clear now. I must achieve perfection at any cost. The band have been complaining of tiredness and have developed a general lackadaisical attitude. The plebeian fools. I will bend them until they break if necessary.

 I must hurry back to the console. I must (over)drive on... 

Riley MacIntyre -  Sonic Genius