Allow me to contribute a Rumble-to-the-rescue story. Before the bad times came along, we had a series of shows in the little courtyard in front of a landmark breakfast joint. It used to be an all-hours place where we would have after-parties starting around 2:30 am. The band, half a dozen roadies and a few friends would get a few tables pushed together and let the ringing in our ears subside before trying to sleep.
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The owners recently sold the place and my drummer convinced the new owner to let us do our thing. I'm hear to say that a Rumble "bedroom" stack was sufficient even with the band spread out around the sign poles and the plants. The first couple of times, I volunteered my PA but that got old quickly. Load out, load in, load out, load in, set up everything for living room use again. It's not "my job" after all. I handed it off to my drummer 'cause it's his woman front and center.
People could rock out between us and the front windows or chill out in the counter seating for reduced volume. The first four gigs went great. It was the fifth of six dates when we had a little malfunction with the PA. We sent someone to the drummers house for a replacement part but that was going to be a good half-hour/45 minutes before we could get back on line. I plugged the girl's mic into the R40 and we gave it a go.
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Weak vocals. Next song, I plugged her into the R100 and it was just sufficient. My little 40 was struggling to do justice to bass outdoors but it could be heard if not felt. Everyone kind of backed off a little as we went without monitors but the crowd got what they came for.
View attachment 3835943 Thanks for reading along. I miss my people