From: someone@anywheret.net   
      
   "JimD"  wrote in message news:2018032622280461052-email@nowherecom...   
      
   > the job I was talking about happened a few days ago.  It went fine. She   
   > didn't have any monitor. We turned one of the pa cab, the one on her side   
   > fo the stage, inward so she could hear it.   
      
   If you can get away with it, that works too.   
      
   > no drunks.  what sort of low life places do you think we play ?   
      
   Not quite sure, particularly since there always seems to be booze around ;)   
   Or to put it another way, if booze is served, there always seem to be   
   drunks.   
      
   One of the places I'd been playing was a nice Italian restaurant, with a   
   bar, and that means booze, and that means drunks ;)   
      
   > you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. or so they   
   > say.'   
      
   So then get the horse thirsty ;)   
      
   > I'm past loud on stage. If someone can't hear, they they'll have to figure   
   > out how to fix that ... without my help.  I'm concerned with the audience,   
   > that I'll work on. Other musicians, who can't be satisfied unless we're   
   > trying to lift the roof off with volume, aren't gonna get a lot of   
   > sympathy from me.   
      
   I'm through with noisy Idiots too!!!   
      
   > See, that was easy. I just had to finally decide enough is enough.  I   
   > simply won't be a party to any more volume wars. With my own band, that's   
   > just not gonna happen again. If I'm sitting in with someone, or hired as a   
   > sideman, it's their call, their jobs to lose. I'll wear earplugs and play   
   > however loud thay want.  Or just turn the job down.  Doesn't matter to me   
   > either way.   
      
   Jim   
      
   I figure that if they're not mature enough to control the volume, they're   
   also not mature enough to b e serious in which case, I Refuse to waste my   
   life on them!!!   
      
   Ouisie   
      
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