Loopy Pro: Create music, your way.
What is Loopy Pro? — Loopy Pro is a powerful, flexible, and intuitive live looper, sampler, clip launcher and DAW for iPhone and iPad. At its core, it allows you to record and layer sounds in real-time to create complex musical arrangements. But it doesn’t stop there—Loopy Pro offers advanced tools to customize your workflow, build dynamic performance setups, and create a seamless connection between instruments, effects, and external gear.
Use it for live looping, sequencing, arranging, mixing, and much more. Whether you're a live performer, a producer, or just experimenting with sound, Loopy Pro helps you take control of your creative process.
Download on the App StoreLoopy Pro is your all-in-one musical toolkit. Try it for free today.
Comments
Thanks guys, life is definitely a journey as they say, and I’m not even 40 years old yet.
Yeah, health is everything once you start losing it.
Now if could only complete a full track on my iPad... haha.
So, there I stood, in the middle of an empty classroom, a real life recreation of the recurring nightmare so many of us have of not being prepared, lost, trying to remember where I belonged. Only this was real life, and real life was telling me what a smug idiot I had been. And now real life was calling for my life, with real blood and guts to show for itself.
But us prevaricators are resourceful if it means saving our own necks. I immediately headed for the anthropology department... except I didn’t even know where that was, and I was majoring in it! Fuck me!
But, not being real men, us connivers are not afraid to ask directions. I got there finally, literally, in tears from catastrophic thinking... only this was not just thinking. The draft board’s mouth was already watering. Send the the Jew to Nam, they slavered! As if a a Jew was going to to turn bloodthirsty after ten years of Hebrew school and a billion salami sandwiches. The board had mistaken me with a damn Israeli.
And there I stood, a grown man, almost, tears streaming down my face, admitting what a knowledge scofflaw I was to the anthro department. My teacher is gone. Wah! I won’t graduate. Sob! I’m cannon fodder. Gasp! And then, the ray of light appeared. That ray of light, some call an angel, that has protected me, with no good reason, my entire life.
The ray of light that was with me as I was being crushed by a garment truck, some years later, as I fruitlessly bent over the hood of my own garment truck, looking for something broken I could never fix anyway. That day the ray, or an angel by the name of Ray, maybe, appeared in a doorway, triangulated between my spine and kidneys, two inches away from being crushed by the unwitting driver who was unwittingly backing up into me on New Year’s Eve 1981. But it was not my time to become quadriplegic. The angel in the doorway yelled at the driver to stop. And he did. Literally, within an inch of my life.
Now here’s the spooky part... when I turned to thank Ray, the angel, he had disappeared. Not in the doorway, not up 35th Street, and not down. He was gone. Gone, gone, gone. And I was still alive.
So, too, in that dark anthro department office, ten years earlier, another angel, maybe named Ray, who knows, told me the prof was still in town, at the Paris Hotel on the Upper West Side, and maybe I could contact him.
And in a thudding heartbeat I had. It was a Friday. If I got the paper to him on Monday he would grade it before he left for Queen and Country. Monday he had the paper and gave it a B. My fortunes turned from incomplete infantry (Infant-try as in child soldier) asshole to graduating arrogant, soon to be elementary school teacher, bastard in the blink of a weekend. I was saved from my own entitled lunacy and fucked my way thru the summer months, supposedly learning to be a schoolteacher.
Coda: I wound up teaching fifth grade in the South Bronx. A place where, long before guns were in the schools, a knife would do quite nicely, thank you. I had wound up in another Vietnam, where I was ill equipped to teach anything (cause I didn’t know anything), and where the kids were tearing the metal off the Quonset huts erected for overcrowding. The day before I was going to resign and, yes, go to Vietnam as a better alternative, the vice principal told me my class was being busted up due to budget constraints and he put me in charge of the lunchroom. I think his name was Ray and he saved me once again. I could handle the lunchroom crowd in the auditorium, no problem. It mostly involved running down the center aisle, leaping onto a teacher’s table, jumping from there to the stage, whirling, pointing my finger at the malfeasant and screaming, YOU! OUT!!
The last chapter of my experience in lower education came in December when I drew 350 in the draft lottery and handed in my resignation the next day. The nation was spared. I would not be going to lose the war in Vietnam for everyone. All’s well that ends well.
@LinearLineman Can you repeat that back again more slowly, please? I wasn't listening....
congrats everyone!
@Daveypoo.. did you miss the first part?
@LinearLineman
I'm sorry - can you please speak up?
@LinearLineman If you were to write a book, I would probably read it.
I'm the only person I know that cut off two fingers: mine, and my sister's.
I definitely would! But it would take me a bit to get through it. Mr LL reminds me of a director I used to have. So very smart. But I was unworthy of his smartness.
This is an extremely accurate description of our dear Mr. Lineman. I often feel than way when we connect - just a struggle to confirm to myself I'm smart enough just to keep up. I'm messing with him, but we are all EXTREMELY lucky to have him on this board. If only we all had the life he has... I am definitely in awe of his experiences and the depth of wisdom that has come from them.
Hope you're well over there, @LinearLineman . I've not forgotten about our project - just been sidetracked and uninspired lately.
Thank you everyone and congratulations especially to @ruggedsmooth that really felt good to hear.
PS I will never grow tired of reading what @LinearLineman has to say.
@LinearLineman great story!!!!! I went to City college of NY as well but in 1999 after high school. I transferred 2 years later after loosing my scholarship due to not going to class...why didn’t you go to class Hans??? Have you seen the women around that area???? There’s no way I would have been able to graduate if I stayed there.
@LinearLineman when the audiobook comes out, the Audiobus Forum should score the soundtrack. Narrated by you, of course.
Oh wow, that would be pretty rad!
William Burroughs, Ken Nordine, Hakim Bey, LL... yes, I can hear it now!
Am I the only one who wants to get the dough together to buy the rights to Mike's @LinearLineman life story to option out a film or TV series?
Just the 60's stuff during the Vietnam War could yield an 8 episode season...
Don’t limit it to one medium. I like where you are going. Book option. TV option. Lots to think about.
@LinearLineman well you can't end it there. What happened next? Where'd you go after the lunchroom gig? I was just a touch too young to ever really have to worry about Vietnam. I did think Reagan was going to start the draft back up. That scared me a bit.
This is true. My youngest daughter who is 13 has just beaten/completed/finished the Bop It game - it maxed out at 250.
Ah, @Bootsy, strange that you should ask! The ten years that followed were the most amazing and unexpected decade I could have imagined (well, a pipsqueak imagination, anyway).
But we can’t let @Clam’s story go untold. Clam, I am biting my fingernails for both of us and your sister, too. So much time, so few fingers!
@hansjbs.... a scholarship... to CCNY?! IT COST ME $27 a semester as I remember. Sometimes it’s good to be old. Sigh.
And thanks, guys, for liking my stuff. It’s funny. No women here. If a woman read that story she would be... What a fucking loser! Tell me I’m wrong.