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I always say the house sound man and monitor guy can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare. This guy was a nightmare.
The venue was the St. George Theater in Staten Island NY. The guys name is Steve. I don't know, nor am interested in his last name. I won't work with him ever again.
The show was a concert video for Steinway sponsored artist Ann Sweeten. This petite blond pianist/composer is named perfectly. Totally professional, easy to work with, a consummate performer.
Our load in/soundcheck was 2:00PM last Saturday. The minute we got into this massive, 2400 seat, gold gilded palace, the tension was thick in the air. This guy Steve clearly had a hangover and did not want to be there. The house manager was ready to pick a fight with the video crew over camera placements and with me over mic placements, even though the audience would fill less than 10% of the seats available.
I moved my mics, no problem. The video director moved his cameras, no problem. We are happy to accommodate. So then Steve started in on Ann. She needed a vocal mic to talk to the audience and by what he told her, she was worried he would forget to turn on her mic. She told me she had been as nice as possible to him, but he was being a real jerk. She didn't know what to do, between the manager giving the crew a hard time and the FOH not wanting to work with her. Now the guy had three mics, high and low piano splits and the vocal split. The only mic he had to touch during the show was the vocal. How easy could it get?
Ann gave us a sound check for a couple of hours in the late afternoon and I got my mix together and then set up the audio feeds to the cameras as the video guys were clueless about audio. During the entire afternoon, the house fool never once brought up the piano mics in the mains.
When the show started, he was getting pops and sent a stage hand to me to tell me to fix it. He was getting a passive split, nothing through my system and my mix was perfect. So I was not going to start moving cables during the show, when I knew the issue was in his snake or his PM5 console. At that point, the recording was more important than the concert anyway and I proved to his stagehand that my system was not the issue.
The show went well. Ann played beautifully. But as the curtain went down at the end, Ann who had been in a cast with a torn Achilles tendon stood up without the cast to take a bow and nearly fell over. I saw this from the wings and stood up to help her. Before I ran out on the stage, in almost a reflexive/subconscious motion, I clicked Command/S on my computer running Pro Tools.
When I came back to the side of the stage, Steve was yelling and throwing cables around, saying he was really pissed off at the camera guys for some comment they made about his mix. I then realized this this dip shit had yanked the power to my entire rig! He shut off my computer, console, monitor, speakers and interface by yanking the mains. Argggggg!
I yelled at him to plug my line back in so I could check my gear. I was not sure if I had clicked Save or not at that point and was afraid we had lost the entire recording. Luckily, I had clicked Save and nothing was lost. No thanks to Steve.
Never again Steve.