When I started making recordings, it felt like the time I spent editing could be measured on a geological timescale. Children grew, then went on to have children of their own. A single seed flourished into a mighty forest. Civilizations fell and new ones arose in their place. The acceptable position of the waistband of trousers went from high to middle to low and back to high again. Still I was at my computer, editing.
The reason that I spent so long editing is that I was trying to fix bad recordings. ...
