I have been spending a lot of time on TB. I may have problem
But it has gotten me thinking about things that have happened to me over the years that I have forgotten.
I will try and make "The crazy light dude" story as short as possible and then please tell me whether or not this is one of the most bizarre things you have ever heard.
Sometime in the mid-eighties club scene. Big hair, tight pants and bandanas ruled the earth.
We were set up, sound checked, and getting changed back stage. The sound and lights were subbed out that night and we had never met either tech before but they seemed like a couple nice competent guys.
While we were getting dressed the light guy comes back into the dressing room with a satchel and apparently starts changing his clothes. Now this didn't really cause much of a stir since there was a large amount of production that had to be loaded in and set up and who wouldn't feel better with a clean shirt right?
After a couple minutes it is obvious that this guy is going for way more than a clean shirt. He proceeds to don the whole shootin match of spandex, muscle shirt, sweat bands,wrist guards, you name it he put it on. And did his hair too.
Now even back then we were a polite, easy going bunch of lads who not only had no real ego problems but also a collective sense of humor that is still largely intact today.
So we kept our mouths shut and with a large amount of curiosity and a small amount of trepidation went up for the first set.
When the lights came up after four clicks we looked across the room and on a small collapsible riser stood the light guy... with the lighting controller strapped to him like some kind of hand held keyboard with buttons. He proceeded to do his own show from his end of the room all through our set- leaping and jumping around has he felt out our cues and ran the lighting sequences. It was one of the weirdest things I have ever witnessed before or since.
During the breaks, he never said boo about it but acted like all lighting was done that way.
I obviously blocked that night out of my memory and through some strange therapeutic TB effect, I am just now coming to terms with it.
How does this rate on the weird scale?
JKT
