I always hang near the sound board at concerts. It’s the best sound. I want to be hearing exactly what the sound engineer is hearing. (I realize this is a little geeky, but I used to work for a sound board manufacturer, once upon a time.)
The sound board! Oh, how I miss you, soundboard. I used to spend a lot more time enjoying live music, but then, I used to have a lot fewer (as in no) young children. Wait for me, soundboard! I will find you again!
You mean hanging near the sound guy? I second that. On some shows at least.
Just returned from a Pearl Jam show in London, first time ever that we had seats (we didn’t use, of course, but as I’m growing older, the idea of sitting grows on me), not too far from the FOH stuff.
Those seats were given in order of seniority (what a word – aging in it once more!) to the fan club – first row. I seem to become a senior in more that one way now, being 34.
I always hang near the sound board at concerts. It’s the best sound. I want to be hearing exactly what the sound engineer is hearing. (I realize this is a little geeky, but I used to work for a sound board manufacturer, once upon a time.)
From the thumbnail, I thought this was jewelry.
From the thumbnail, *I* thought it was something brightly woven.
I would frame this and hang it in my… somewhere. I LOVE this photo.
From the thumbnail I thought it was candy dots. Funny how this has been Freudian for so many of us.
The sound board! Oh, how I miss you, soundboard. I used to spend a lot more time enjoying live music, but then, I used to have a lot fewer (as in no) young children. Wait for me, soundboard! I will find you again!
From the hangnail, I thought it was Kevin Bacon’s band, and therefore another glimpse at my husband.
I haven’t done that since 1979, back when I used to do it almost exclusively. Thanks for reminding me.
Many a long and usually great night spent watching hubby in our studio, listening to friends record and write songs Magical i say
You mean hanging near the sound guy? I second that. On some shows at least.
Just returned from a Pearl Jam show in London, first time ever that we had seats (we didn’t use, of course, but as I’m growing older, the idea of sitting grows on me), not too far from the FOH stuff.
Those seats were given in order of seniority (what a word – aging in it once more!) to the fan club – first row. I seem to become a senior in more that one way now, being 34.