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Re: Scary Situations
Okay, I'll chime in now that there's more than one cuppa joe in me...
I've now remembered that in 1994 - the New Year's Eve before the
quake - I did a collaboration project-event thing with my rig (Juno106,
7.6, QuadraVerb, 4-track, guitar, fx, mics and a cheap Yamaha mixer) and
three good friends. The tape was running and thankfully I had full
over when the loop was open or closed, and which tracks were going to tape
and of course what we were hearing was different to what was being
to tape. A fourth party hopped along and decided to join in with vocal
something-or-others - not rapping, more like a bad imitation of Tuban
singers, who'd just come through town with Mickey Hart a couple of months
before... At first it was appropriate, but eventually the guy was so
off-tune it was becoming an atonal source of noise that had nothing to do
with the collective effort. Everyone was in a fairly fragile state, er,
okay we were all Fairly Altered, neh? And so I wasn't going to make a big
deal out of nothing, really. The fourth party was a friend of all of us
it really wasn't worth destroying that..
In a moment of diplomatic (or dipsomatic!) inspiration I turned down the
channel the guy was on that was going to tape. While we still heard his
vocal drone noises for an hour or so, The Work Was Saved from it, and the
next weekend I played the end result for us all, fourth party friend
included. While I was nervous as hell that he was going to notice his
relative absence from the mix, the guy didn't notice at all.
The Whew Award, huh?
From: "Kevin" <kevin@TheNettles.com>
> At 07:38 PM 4/11/2006, Rick wrote:
>>A young man walked up to me in the middleof the song as I was juggling
>>loops (warning sign already)
>>and said. "I dig your beatboxing", I"m a rapper, could I do a piece
>>It was really pretty ugly quickly and I just gave up and beatboxed until
>>the festival leaders aske me to quit playing (half an hour earlier than
>>was supposed to).
> This is totally Monday morning quarterbacking and I wasn't there but if
> something like that happened to me, I think I would develop equipment
> trouble. Especially if there's a sound guy. When the sound guy came
> over, I'd quietly ask him to go get Security. When the cavalry arrived
> (okay, a fat guy in black with a walkie-talkie) I'd say something like,
> "Gee, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you all. Catch you later, okay?"
> The sound guy, the security guy and you would probably be enough to
> convince people to go. But then there's teardown and the guys waiting
> the parking lot. Oh, heck. That's a time when it pays to have friends.
> Big friends. Biker friends. Who don't like hiphop.
>>I, unfortunately, have experienced similar situations a couple of times
>>since then enough to have developed the prejudice that freestyled
>>are the most aggressive and insensitive musicians that I've ever played
> Well, freestyling is a macho blood sport. Freestyling is to singing
> boxing is to ballet.
>>If someone is insensitive enough and pushy enough to come up right in
>>middle of a show it's an automatic 'no' reply from me now...
> Ah, what about the folks who ask to come up when you take your break to
> play _while_ you're taking your break? That's a subtler thing that
> been running into lately. I'm at the point where I don't like having
> someone on stage unless I know them or someone I respect vouches for
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