OK, so I bought a new mic stand… You think that would be the end of the story, but no…
I’ve been working with a great young band in the studio, and last weekend the singer thought it would be more intimate to come by the house to sing. Great. While setting-up the studio, I remembered that my mic stand, lets call it Fred, is broken. I decide that this would be a good time to find a permanent replacement for Fred. No more tape, string, or glue. Fred is to be replaced… Sorry Fred.
So, I go to the local music store, knowing that the artist is almost to the house. This doesn’t leave me much time to look around, but I find the mic stands in the corner of what looks like a perfectly good, yet old, store. There are a couple of good looking boom stands to choose from. Now Fred is a tri-pod based stand with a boom, which is what I was looking to replace him with. Still, I let the sales person influence my decision. He thought I should get the fixed base stand with a boom, that we can call Bob. Bob was marked at half the cost, so I thought why not. Now, Bob and I get up to the register, the clerk that didn’t understand the concept of speed, asked for double the amount… not half. So, me being the Bostonian that I am said… I don’t think so… OK, I’m sure that I used more colorful language… I pointed out the price tag that hung from Bob, that clearly stated half. He then proceeded to tell me that that was the price for the base of the stand, not the whole stand. If I wanted all of Bob, I would have to pay for all of his parts. While processing the stupidity of this conversation, I remembered that I was running late… So, I just paid for Bob and left.
Back to setting-up the studio… I break out Bob and place Steve (the mic) on Bob’s, accessory, boom. Two hours later, we start the session. Things are going great… The artist is happy and we are getting some great tracks. At this point, I’ve all but forgotten about my ridiculous experience earlier. This is when Bob decided he no longer had the strength to hold Steve. Bob fell, and through Steve through the wall. Steve suffered a minor concussion, but was able to get through the rest of the session… The artist on the other hand… She finished the session perched on a freshly dropped stack of bricks.
The next day, I had to send my assistant back to the store, in order to keep me from killing slow clerk, to exchange Bob for Chuck the tri-pod stand. Chuck and I have been working together for about a week now and things seem to be going great. Although I still miss Fred, I look forward to working with Chuck.