EOWW additional kick in the ribs,,,,

” Check one, check one, two,,, sybilanssssss! Sybalanssssss!”

thoom!

Thoom!

THOOOM!!!!!

The sounds of sound check and first kick drum checks,,,, (and yes, intentional misspelling above: thats they way we would say it)

See, I live about a mile from the County Fairgrounds, and they are ‘line of sight’ (hearing in this case) and this weekend they are hosting a National Act, so the sound system is gonna be TOP NOTCH, National Act is Diamond Rio and I have no idea of openers.

and of course I can hear it PERFECTLY from a mile away. (especially as the landscape makes a natural ampitheater pointed right at my hollar.)

oh, the old memories coming aback listening to what was my day to day over the years. So many tales from then, So many damned good people, liberal, conservative, libertarain, all working side by side, living in tight quarters on tourbusses, never (rarely) fighting (you just kept your opinions tight, same as everyone else did.. It was a job, not a daycare.)

Rules of the road that I carry still “Don’t screw the crew” both literal and figurative. We lived and worked in mixed company, and admittedly some of the Femmes I worked with were flat Frickin HAWT! but you kept The one eyed turtle on a short leash. Road tramps were one thing, CREW was off limits.

When you live in a box less than 10′ wide and only 40′ long, you see things. Its the nature of living in close quarters. Can’t say how many of those HAWT Femmes I saw in buff or near buff, but it wasn’t personal or teasing, just ‘life on the road’. Good memories for certain.

Had a few ‘back stage moments’ as well. One was Laney,,, (not her real name, but road nickname) Actress/singer was supposed to be singing backup from monitor world and her spot was coming on fast. Got on the clearcom to her dressing room and sent word. Next thing I know, I’m staring at her, singing away like God was her audience, buck frellin’ nekked except for big puffy ‘monster feet’ slippers she liked to wear when not on stage. She never batted an eye nor missed a note.

I miss those days, but Know,,, Thats a young persons business, not for an old phart like me. Far too much time away, months and months on the road, 6 days a week of working, sometimes twice a day, and that 7th was ‘travel day’ between cities (like half a continent travel) We didn’t (At least I didn’t feel like it) get paid for doing the show, we got paid for all the stuff leading up to and tearing it out for the next one. they paid us to make the system work and sound good, look good in the lighting, the stage. The shows, the vibe, the thrills, the nekked singers belting it out like no tomorrow backstage,,, that was what made it all worth it.

sigh

memories,,,,

carry on

LLLLL!!!

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