THE ANTI-SUCK BUTTON VS FUNDING AN EMOTIONAL BANK ACCOUNT
“All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.”―
“When I was a kid, the county in which I lived was dry. That is, you had to buy your booze from a bootlegger in order to keep the church people happy.”
― Don’t Sit Under the Grits Tree with Anyone Else But Me
― Don’t Sit Under the Grits Tree with Anyone Else But Me
Back in the day, I used to work with a sound engineer that in his rack, had an excess piece of gear that had no discernable function in shaping the sound emitting from the stage. It was plugged into power but wasn’t connected to anything else. When a button was hit, it produced a show of bouncing lights. If you asked him about it, he would tell you that it was the module that housed the anti-suck gear.
He’d be mixing a show and invariably a patron would make their way to the sound booth, “The mix is off,” they would yell to him, “I can’t hear the vocals. It’s all too bright.”
He’d look at them. Give them an earnest look. Stare at his board with a puzzled look. Then he’d shift his look to the rack, his look of puzzlement would suddenly change to one of eureka. He would reach out and punch a button on the module, and suddenly the display of bouncing lights would appear. With a look of relief, he’d turn to the sound connoisseur, “Thanks, man! I’d forgotten to hit the anti-suck button. Much appreciated.”
The patron would turn to the stage, nod their head a few times, a smile would creep unto their face. They’d turn to the sound engineer and give him a big thumbs up, “Yea that was it. It sounds fantastic now!”
The engineer would return the thumbs up and return to the job of mixing the sound. The customer CONTINUE READING: THE ANTI-SUCK BUTTON VS FUNDING AN EMOTIONAL BANK ACCOUNT – Dad Gone Wild