I’M STILL over the moon as I am fixing the meditation tracks I have on my phone, snipping repetitive instructions here, adding a longer quiet space there, in a seamless procedure using my phone.
I’m old. I’ve seen them all, from the 45rpm Singles to 33rpm albums. I even curiously handled my dad’s 78rpm albums although I no longer was able to see the record player for this actually playing. I did regularly stare at it inside the discarded San Miguel van that served as dad’s bodega behind our old house in Bago Aplaya.
Then there’s the Sony portable reel tape, in the days when portable means something similar to a 20-kilo luggage. That was where I learned to literally splice tapes.
I later dabbled with video and audio productions a lot, producing for what was then called TV magazines. I’ve spent long hours in studios, sitting beside the VTR and audio editors and paying by the hour.
A few weeks ago, Kublai’s son Kubing had a video assignment for his Filipino class and we used a free app downloaded from the Internet on his Android. I taught him how to open files, and that was all he needed. While he learned the basics from me, I learned the details from him.
Graduating to becoming an arhatic yogi under Master Choa Kok Sui’s courses, we were given several instructional CDs. Being instructional, there are stuff you no longer need when meditating. That was when I thought of what I taught Kubing and searched for a free audio editing app.
There was that feeling of awe with memories of how it was before and the humongous editing machines we worked with through two generations past.
The younger generation missed those early years when an old turntable can be dismantled and the contraption be used as the propeller machine of a handmade battery-operated toy boat that actually floats and speeds through water. The younger generation, too, will not feel that awe I felt as I edited audio files while lying in bed with only my phone in hand.