I'm now earwormed with the Jonas Brothers. "I never thought that I'd catch this love bug again." I blame omnis.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The show I'm working on has the band onstage on a moving platform. I now hate moving onstage band platforms.
Also, was the choir in one place for the whole show? If they were, they might have been miked as a group, with wired mics. That would make the show marginally les complicated from a sound perspective.
Also, was the choir in one place for the whole show?
No. They danced and came in and out.
Ya. Our sound Dept this season could not handle that. Moving orch pit = hell. Dancing choir most likely means all in wireless. Ya. Maybe I should send them a bottle of scotch or something. Sounds like they need it.
Andi, I read it that the Christian pastor said something about the stories being literally true and the Jewish woman was pointing out that the Jews wrote the stories originally and didn't take them literally. Am I misreading? I'm confused.
No, the reading comprehension fail was totally mine. Dunno how I managed to skip over the important words that would indicate that the woman was not the one making the way too fundy Christian statements and then also claiming Genesis was written by Christians. Sorry about that.
Work~ma for ChiKat.
Yuk. It's a choir. Mic every third one and call it done, I say.
This is possibly one of many reasons I am not in charge of a whole sound departmen for a touring show.
I had a similiar thought. But that gets into ego/confidence problems with the actors. It could end up you only mix every third mic. But you still have to battery, condom, check, distribute all those mics. Geez the initial mic check day must have taken forever! And I really hope they have more than one a2. With a band of 10, hopefully a separate monitor mix with a body keeping eye on the band. Ye gads that's a big show.
So I have spent the day Rickrolling my class with the random bursts of me singing, and then the afternoon Barackrolling them. (The rest of the day having been largely involved with rehearsing our Chinese New Year Assembly, writing our own myths and gluing Roman-inspired mosaics together. Fun fun fun!)
God, my poor kids. Heaven knows what they make of school, really. But at least it's not dull, and I'm very rarely shouty. (Note how I managed to lose the Maths lesson in favour of the much-needed Drama. Ahem. Those arent' the droids you're looking for. Nothing to see here. Move along.)
Fay, insent. Ta very much.
You guys have some of the most bizarre compliments, but hey, can't say they aren't working.
And hey, if all it takes for one to get omnis' Baked Goods (for it deserves the capitalization, very much) is to take pictures of herself with lunchboxes, so be it. Easy. Even if it took me about 20 attempts to take this one. You see, with my glorious tech skillz, the rest of the pics were either me blinking, tilting the camera in a wrong angle, or getting an unfocused picture.
Also, how wonderful is this. And maybe little bit disturbing, too.
And hungry.