Post Theatrical Sound Disorder 😊
There is a county fair going on down in the Valley. I was sitting on the porch this afternoon and the wind was just right, and those (in)famous words drifted up to my house; “check one-two, check” . Shortly followed by a rythmic ‘booom, boooom, booooom’
Ah, the sweet sounds of sound check. I could almost feel the faders under my fingers, the headset over one ear, and one eye on the VU meters. I vicariously reached out and cued my mic and asked for the snare, and up the hollar came the sound “Thwack! Thwack! ” and I could hear the sound guy dialing in the reverb. Shortly thereafter came the sounds of the bass player, and I could “see” exactly how the sound guy had laid out his board, what instruments, on what channel, and other than knowing how many vocals; knew I could run that show, point blank, and have everything dialed in during the first song.
I swear, that was absolutely the BEST job I have ever had. Like any job, there were ups, downs, good people bad people, good shows and shows you’d wish to never remember, but all in all, I absolutely loved what I did.
But it is not a job for getting old in. Ears go. Knees go. And the endless travel is really more for the young n restless than a 50 sumpin with a lingering case of tinnitus. But I has my memory, and days like today, I am right back there, pushing faders and feeling the blood pumping as the energy of it all blasts the air around me. I may not have made the music, but I was as intergral to the show as the band on the stage. And I was the one that mixed it right or mixed it up, and audience response told the band if I got it right. It was (is) a feedback loop, and in some ways, quite addictive.
Gotta say it.