Bossy’s Favorite Things August 17, 2009 Hanging near the sound board. Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmail « Previous Post: Bossy’s Favorite ThingsNext Post: » Bossy’s Favorite Things
Em saysAugust 17, 2009 at 9:54 am
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.)
MariaV saysAugust 17, 2009 at 10:26 am
From the thumbnail, I thought this was jewelry.
kay saysAugust 17, 2009 at 12:57 pm
From the thumbnail, *I* thought it was something brightly woven.
I would frame this and hang it in my… somewhere. I LOVE this photo.
Ms. Cranky Pants saysAugust 17, 2009 at 2:46 pm
From the thumbnail I thought it was candy dots. Funny how this has been Freudian for so many of us.
jen @ negative lane saysAugust 17, 2009 at 9:31 pm
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!
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysAugust 17, 2009 at 9:42 pm
From the hangnail, I thought it was Kevin Bacon’s band, and therefore another glimpse at my husband.
Briefly Nineteen Again Susan saysAugust 18, 2009 at 12:14 am
I haven’t done that since 1979, back when I used to do it almost exclusively. Thanks for reminding me.
habanerogal saysAugust 19, 2009 at 1:30 am
Many a long and usually great night spent watching hubby in our studio, listening to friends record and write songs Magical i say
tina de luxe saysAugust 21, 2009 at 10:51 am
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.