I'm a mess. My house is full of records, and my computer... I can't find the things that I want. But it usually seems to work out.
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The house is in turmoil with records on every space. In the kitchen and in the dining room is covered with records. I don't have a big enough house to accommodate everything.
I buy records - vinyl. I have a record player at home.
I don't have a formal home recording studio, but I can record tracks on my computer upstairs in my office.
I now have a home recording studio, which I can operate entirely on my own, as well as a portable version of the same which allows me to record anywhere I like and simply swap out the hard drives for use in the home studio.
One of my favorite things to do is sit around and listen to old records... You're forced to listen to the whole thing. And it's so cool digging through the bins trying to find them. I get giddy about records.
I miss the experience of walking into a record store and find old stuff without expecting to.
I'm never not planning for my future house. Most of the files on my laptop are devoted to different rooms in my dream house. I'm embarrassing.
I'm really anti-option, so computers have been my nightmare with recording. I don't want endless tracks; I want less tracks. I want decisions to be made.
I wanted to live in a house. I wanted to have a place where I could record at home - all of these things I'd wanted to do for years.
What I do and what I record only work for the moment.
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