link on the right. I'll try to remember to post the time. The deck is
like a large basketball stadium. Three stories deep with a
retractable roof. If the roof is closed, like it was this past
wednesday it's not only hot and humid as a green house, the acoustics
are roughly on par with the Holy Family gymnasium. (if you didn't
grow up in my family, imagine a tile bathroom shaped like a 'T').
Worst acoustics ever.
We were all pretty much playing by muscle memory rather than being
able to hear anything. The audience however seemed to be enjoying it.
They were dancing and applauding and giving all the outward signs of
being able to hear something. As Pete was talking to them though, he
noticed he wasn't getting much of a response. "Are you folks enjoying
yourselves?" - stares. "Is every one having a good time?" - silence.
Then he asked "If you can understand anything I'm saying just raise
your hand". - One person in the back tentatively raised his hand. The
moral of the story is apparently you can say or do anything on stage.
All this time I've been worried about making inappropriate comments
but I guess it doesn't matter as long as they can't really hear you.
You just need to look like you're trying. I'm trying to think of
something really offensive for next week to test my theory.
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