This is one of Trini’s current catchphrases, and inasmuch as I seem to have developed a knack, or knacklet, for producing the things, I figured it probably wouldn’t be a bad time to hone my technique.
Or techniques, more precisely, since what works on my phone won’t necessarily work on hers. My little Nokia (which, a T-Mobile rep informed me night before last, is a very “manly” phone, whatever the hell that means) likes WMAs and doesn’t much care how long they are; hers (which is bigger, if that means anything) prefers MP3s and demands they be kept short.
I’m not at the point where I can knock them out in a couple of minutes. Yet. But it’s still better than forking over coin of the realm, particularly for recordings she or I already paid for in one form or another.