My wife was out of town for the weekend, so Friday night was carryout and a couple redbox movies with me and the cats.
Saturday was a festival type gig that I helped run sound and record at called "South By South Bend". It was held at a venue called "The Pool".
It is an old high school that has been renovated into an apartment building but each apartment still retains elements of the original structure like the library, gym, typing, etc. The pool room has a staggered living space that is surrounded by railings and ladders. The occupants over the past few years have moved in a ton of extra furniture and use it as a venue for independent music performances.
There were maybe a dozen acts, each doing 3 to 4 songs, and then me scrambling around to re-mic each upcoming act. By the end of the day, the mic cables were a cluster fuck as we kept moving condensers, overheads, and dynamics around for cajon, djembe, uke, xylophone, acoustic guitars, fiddles, electric guitars and bass, and even a tuba.
Where's Waldo?
The violin bow on the xylophone sounded like a cross between a synth and a theramin.
, just in time for night-shift week. Luckily, got no calls last night.
