Kings Lynn corn exchange

Pretty much as soon as we left the travelodge in the morning, it was evident that the M1 was blocked southbound, a huge king sized spanner in the works in terms of getting to the theatre for 12pm. Quickly I was on hand with the God of Googlemaps to help find a way there which doesn't involve being stuck in traffic with faces like the ones every man sports when his spouse is trying on dress after dress trying to assess which one doesn't make her ass look big.... Sort of thing. 

The alternate route took us on safari but got us there for 12:45 so in the grand scheme of things, not as bad as it could have been. Especially as we heard on the radio that there was a 12 car pile up causing all three lanes to be closed on the M1, so if we'd taken that, we'd have got nowhere in a hurry. 

We build up pretty fast and was done by 3:30. There was a few things to do before I was done, namely take the radio receivers and the S16 stage box out of the media rack so that sound power doesn't connect to lighting power, limiting the likelyhood of buzzes and other nasty shit that lamps cause to sound. But instead I got Clayton to do it and I fucked off into town to pay my cheques in. 

I came back and did the meeting and sound check. My god it was a bitch today. No matter what I did I couldn't get the mics at a decent level without squealing through the monitors. At one point I lost my rag! In the end I had to take all the band out of the front monitors and just have enough of vocals for them to hear. It didn't sound good and I had to give Dan and Shannon, my mates who were coming to the show, a heads up. 

The first half went without incident and I met with him in the break. He actually said it didn't sound bad, not great but not bad. Just some comments about the main vocal being very middle heavy. 

Shannon on the other hand only commented that I looked like I was a reject from a Shakespeare play audition. Nothing about the show, nothing about the music, nothing about the lights... No, my fucking shirt and wastecoat, and why didn't I look cool and rock star as fuck as the rest of the band. 

Lovely!

Second half done it was fast with the pulldown. The truck developed a problem leaving it there while we drove away. We hoped it would by some miracle arrive at the theatre tomorrow at 12:00 and wouldn't fuck our routine up. Never mind poor Sean who had to stay in it for a second night. I joked that it's getting so much like home to him that he'll soon have photos of his kids on the walls and ornaments on display that his great uncle willy brought back from Tibet. 

Or something.