I managed to record the accompaniments to the Three Songs To Poems By Emily Dickinson yesterday in a series of short sessions over the morning and early afternoon, combining the recording process with learning a couple of things about the software as well. I came out of it fairly unscathed, not too bedraggled, and with a set of audio files that do not sound too shabby.
I know that I have covered this topic several times before, but recording digitally is so, so far removed from the old days when it was all done on tape, and all sorts of trickery can now be used that was indistinguishable from magic (or very wishful thinking) back then. A few years ago it would have been a matter of getting a single take that was as close as possible and living with the imperfections, but now I can even stop for the inconvenience of page turns, drop back in at a certain point and then stitch the whole thing back together.
It does take the stress out of recording, as does the wonderful combination of Ctrl+Z which has proven itself so useful over the years in undoing some of my very worst errors. The day that they impose a one-minute delay on a sent email so that you can cancel it before it arrives all will be much sunnier in the technological garden, though in these days where waiting even three seconds for a website to load is enough to send some into a downwards spiral of irritation a whole minute would probably seem impossibly luxurious.
I am trying to remind myself that while life is supposedly to short, we still fritter hours of it away doing very little indeed, often pleasurably, so that an extra second here and there is real of no great import. Maybe once or twice in our lives we will need to make split-second decisions that really do mean something, but loading webpages is unlikely to be one of those occasions.
I also went back to one of my competition entries and smoothed over one very rough edge indeed and a few other moments that were not quite as smooth as they could have been. In all, I ended up further along the path than I had been when I woke up, and I regard that as progress.