Nana, walking around with a photographer's light meter, entering measurements on a tablet: "This desk needs to be moved one inch forward, and 5/16ths of an inch to the left. Otherwise the lighting will throw a hint of a shadow right beneath where my second shirt dangles."Prince wasn't as hung up on production values as much as this fuckin guy.
"Damn, Anthony, you're like the Stanley Kubrick of podcasting!"
"Yes, yes, quite. Now slide that fake cigarette holder ashtray just a sixteenth of an inch that way...perfect. I was getting a bit of a gleam in the lens there, and it was causing a mild flare. Imperceptible to most, but my exactitude is what keeps my subscriber base so loyal."