Been working at the Myer Music Bowl a bit for the Arts Centre the last two weeks. This pic is of Tina Arena (!) performing at the Opening ceremony of the Cricket World Cup. The most amusing thing during the show was watching these three, Chad, Jim and Brad, all three of them highly qualified and experienced FOH sound engineers, trying not to elbow each other while they handled different aspects of Daryl Braithwaite's set. (Yes, he did sing Howzat!). Chad was mixing the band, Jim the MSO, and Brad looked after his main man Daryl.
When I recognised I was interested in audio, all those years ago, the world was pre-digital. Calling my Aunt's house in Glasgow, dialling on endless numbers on our rotary phone, meant waiting for the long delay and we often would talk over the top of each other, thinking the other was not going to reply, then stopping and starting again. It took a few minutes to get used to and resulted in some fairly stilted conversations. It seems to me that the instant-ness of communications and information transmission means that people who are post-digital are not aware of how it used to be, and are not conditioned to create memories in the same way. Things go by them too fast to catch and hold. The rate of change means that people need - or feel they need - to adapt more and more quickly for fear of being left behind.
I'm really hopeful that this generation might witness the adults engage in a bit of a backlash - a backlash that involves us putting down the phone that we are mesmerised by and just remember to engage. Trust me, if you are fiddling with your phone, you are not fully engaged with what is going on around you. Do I really need to spell this out? Yes, I think people forget how they appear when they are gazing at the little screen in their hand. You are watching a tiny television for goodness' sake!
We threw out our big TV years ago and it was the best thing we ever did. Unfortunately some time later, my partner and I got iPhones. I have begun to master my addiction to it because of my five year old - I don't want her enduring memory of me to be like this:
Anyway - now the blog title is kind've ironic. How did I end up talking about this? Ah yes. Lamenting the passing of the good old days when people knew how to talk to each other a whole lot more. Get off the Faceboob, people!!!
What I ACTUALLY wanted to talk about was this week's job was at the Arts Centre, "working" on a show called When the Mountain Changed its Clothing. My job along with one other crew member was to fit and check radio headsets. There are 48 young ladies (age range 12-22) on this show, they are the Carmina Slovenica and they sing like angels. They also fit their own radios, which get taped right in the middle of their foreheads, bold as you please. We have pretty clear frequencies now, so there is not much for us to do but sit and read books (or write blog posts) and keep an ear on everything and comms on our heads.