One of the joys of being a theatre technician is all the crazy people you get to work with. And it seems that the easier the gig is technically, the more worried your clients become.
It's a freaking podium mic! That's all! You talk into it!
I just gave a 15 minute class on 'You and your microphone'. No, the mic doesn't work if you point it away from you. Yes, you actually do have to be within a foot of it to be heard. "But I'm afraid I'll hit it!" You've got to stand a bit closer, ma'am. "Can you turn it up?" No, you need to talk above a whisper.
I've also been asked for a lighter, matches, a knife, a doorstop (because stage weights aren't enough apparently) and if I know anyone who can come play the piano at the last minute.
In other news, Frankie just called awhile ago, and that was cool. He was kinda irritated with some stuff, so I let him vent for awhile, then told him what I'd been up to today. So it was a good conversation, and I'm feeling pretty good. Once I finish gauging my eyes out here (the money makes it worth it, the money makes it worth it) I'm gonna head home, take a shower, make myself all pretty, and head down to meet up with everyone. See, the fun part is that Frankie has someone that keeps hitting on him regardless of the fact that he's dating (and actually, is more pursuent now that he is dating), so I'm gonna do what I do best, and be a damn good (and hot) girlfriend for all to see. Hehe, fun times.
I've gotten a lot done today too while I've been sitting here. Been working on a book that I started to write a few months ago called "Media Technology for the Public Presenter". I think I might talk to everyone here and at the hotel for input. Kind of a "Projectors, VCRs, and Microphones for Dummies" kind of thing. It's kinda fun, actually.
I've also been working on "Dead Inside". I had a great idea while driving to Tech the other night about segueing into Celldweller's "Last Firstborn" at the end to tie it all up. I meant to ask Klayton more about that at the show last year. I want to know if it really means what I think it means.
And on that note, one of the ladies just walked off stage and into the scene shop, so I think it's time to lock up my office.
It's a freaking podium mic! That's all! You talk into it!
I just gave a 15 minute class on 'You and your microphone'. No, the mic doesn't work if you point it away from you. Yes, you actually do have to be within a foot of it to be heard. "But I'm afraid I'll hit it!" You've got to stand a bit closer, ma'am. "Can you turn it up?" No, you need to talk above a whisper.
I've also been asked for a lighter, matches, a knife, a doorstop (because stage weights aren't enough apparently) and if I know anyone who can come play the piano at the last minute.
In other news, Frankie just called awhile ago, and that was cool. He was kinda irritated with some stuff, so I let him vent for awhile, then told him what I'd been up to today. So it was a good conversation, and I'm feeling pretty good. Once I finish gauging my eyes out here (the money makes it worth it, the money makes it worth it) I'm gonna head home, take a shower, make myself all pretty, and head down to meet up with everyone. See, the fun part is that Frankie has someone that keeps hitting on him regardless of the fact that he's dating (and actually, is more pursuent now that he is dating), so I'm gonna do what I do best, and be a damn good (and hot) girlfriend for all to see. Hehe, fun times.
I've gotten a lot done today too while I've been sitting here. Been working on a book that I started to write a few months ago called "Media Technology for the Public Presenter". I think I might talk to everyone here and at the hotel for input. Kind of a "Projectors, VCRs, and Microphones for Dummies" kind of thing. It's kinda fun, actually.
I've also been working on "Dead Inside". I had a great idea while driving to Tech the other night about segueing into Celldweller's "Last Firstborn" at the end to tie it all up. I meant to ask Klayton more about that at the show last year. I want to know if it really means what I think it means.
And on that note, one of the ladies just walked off stage and into the scene shop, so I think it's time to lock up my office.
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