Still, I think that as professionals there are certain standards that must be upheld.
I also know that anytime I feel I have surmounted and transcended this level of hell the endless hell of soundchecks awaits.
(puff! puff!) (tap - tap) check . . . check. . .check mic one. . .
(puff! puff!) (tap - tap) check . . . check . . .check mic two . . .
DISEMBODIED VOICE FROM THE DARKNESS ABOVE:
Ahhhh, can I please get a level on the harp?
Me: Which one?
DVFTDA: Ahhhhh, what to you call the big one?
Me: the big one.
DVFTDA: Ok, let's start there.
Trust me folks. It only goes downhill from here.
Although I'm meeting my daughter MedskoolGirl for dinner in about half an hour. Life will be pretty damned good from then on. She's going to be backstage at the show and will be coming home for a five day visit afterward.
I still hate rehearsals and soundchecks.
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