Gotta Say Wow…Can you hear me now?
In this episode of the Rhyme and Reason Podcast I’m sharing a powerfully compelling update on my studio. (tongue-in-cheek) I’m asking the question, “Can you hear me now?” because my whole studio is in a state of transition. I’m also making a video version of this episode, so be sure to tune in on YouTube to watch the awesome, high-tech, stunning special effects version of my update.
The reason I’ve been off my audio and video marks is my MacBook Pro has basically reached the end of its productive days and will need to be put out to pasture. But before I can do that, I have to set up a new way of composing, editing, mixing, and producing audio and video.
It’s not in the budget, at this time, to get an updated MacBook Pro…and I might not be going that way at all anyway. But, as I thought it over, it dawned on me that I have an even more powerful, faster, and updated computer in the house. My iPhone 8! Bam!
Can you hear me now?
I thought to myself (because no one else would have listened to my lunatic rants) “Hey! I can micro-size my studio and use my phone as the hub for all my work.” So, that’s what I’m doing. In fact, I’m writing this post on my phone using my new Bluetooth full-sized keyboard. It works like a charm. And the latest episode of the Rhyme and Reason Podcast and YouTube video was recorded and mixed entirely on my iPhone setup.
I’ll be working this way for the foreseeable future as an experiment to see if maybe I can run my entire business and production studio on my iPhone. I’m inviting you to join me in the digital journey. And if you have any helpful suggestions or stories to share about something similar you’re trying or have tried, share them with me.
I’ll check back in soon. And here are the lyrics to the song I shared in this podcast episode.
Well you hid your heart in a so-called safe place,
And you locked your love in a big, black box,
And you had no hope,
But you built your brave face,
And you ran your rat race…through the tics and tocs.
Well, the bluebells bloomed in ideal intentions
As you tilled the truth into lifelong lies,
And you dug in deep making many mentions
Of your pretty pensions…always alibis.
You can’t run away from real truth.
And every word of truth is a knife.
A captivating voice might pigeonhole your choice,
Cut free…and choose life.
When your daydreams die and you feel half-hearted,
And your love is lost in a soulless sky,
Try to train your thoughts when your brain’s bombarded
By the stuff you started…learn to love the lie.
Choose life…choose life…choose life
© 2013 Tony Funderburk
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