Audio Interface

I've been saying I'd do this for years. Since I left the radio station. There had to be a way. I'd tried before and failed. Now I've succeeded. Just in time to put the whole thing into a box.

Roughly 20 days before I'm due to return my apartment keys, I've finally completed my home studio. The last piece, the audio interface that allows my mixing board to communicate with my computer, was the key. That, and having a computer that plays well with others. At last.

Not that they were immediately friendly. Despite a certain amount of savvy, I could not convince my machines to mingle. It was as if I'd introduced Dell Hatfield to M-Audio McCoy. Someone was going to get hurt. So I called in a negotiator.

A young man working the counter at Corner Music was at first intrigued by the problem, but as the minutes dragged on to an hour, he found that the sweet nothings whispered into his ear by the Marlboro resting behind it were getting harder and harder to resist. When finally he achieved a signal though the device, he hurriedly tagged up at the plate and ran for home (or, more accutrately, the parking lot) where he could smother the chatty weed with kisses.

But in the end, my jonesing friend had been able to replace the stolen hog before several digital family members were killed. And someday soon you may hear the patter of little HatCoys and McFields.

It's a beautiful thing, man.