In this installment of the Fozzolog: SoN rocks the Zephyr like never
before; Your trusty author is taken by sickness; Trouble (more than usual)
at Hecticity Manor; More trouble elsewhere.
Sons Of Nothing at Zephyr Club
Friday, 24 October, was the date for the big Sons Of Nothing show
at the Zephyr Club in downtown Salt Lake City. I arrived at the club around
1:30 p.m. to help set up and entered through the back door. At that time, I
was the only person there aside from the two janitors.
I set up my computer gear toward the back of the east balcony as the
telephone rang incessantly. After a few minutes, I heard the janitors
making comments about how annoyed they were getting with the telephone
ringing off the hook. Finally, the older guy cussed at the phone, came
upstairs, and answered the phone only to find no one on the other end of
the call. But, the phone stopped ringing after that and the janitor
personally apologized to me for swearing (yeah, big f-ing deal!)
Tim and Carl showed up soon after that. We put up the projection screen
and started working on mounting the video projector, rigging up the
crashing airplane, and the on-stage flashpots.
Tim said the projector he had borrowed from his employer had good
resolution, but he wasn't sure how bright it would be. That got me real
concerned. I decided we should try hanging it close to the stage, from a
light bar where the motorized movie screen hung from. Once we got it hung
from there, it was about to 4:30 and nobody was real happy with the
projection. It was plenty bright, but it suffered from some shape
abberation that made the picture trapezoidal as opposed to rectangular.
So, I recommended we hang the projector from the next light bar back
where Brian — the light guy — had hung 6 spots from. I
proceeded to move the projector but when I got up there to hang the
projector, I studied the situation and decided there was a good chance the
heat from those spotlights could easily burn through some of the
rope I was hanging the projector platform with and we'd end up with a heavy
video projector (that we didn't own) lodged in someone's skull on the dance
floor.
So, we moved the projector back to the traditional projecting platform
which is in front of the main mixing console at the back of the room on the
balcony. The problem here was the picture was just too big and overlapped
the on-stage screen on every side.
I figured if we could move the projector just 6 to 8 feet closer to the
stage, we'd be fine. I started looking around for a piece of plywood or a
couple of 2x4s that could do it and couldn't find anything. Well, I
probably could have ripped up one of the floorboards out of the attic and
used that since the Zephyr is closing in a week or so anyway, but I decided
against that. Instead, I called my brother Tom and asked him if he could
bring me a board and some screws ASAP and that I'd get him a free ticket to
the show.
Tom brought the board and I screwed one end into the platform in front
of the mixing console and suspended the other end from the rear light bar
with rope. Then I strapped the projector onto the board. Bingo! The image
looked fine.
I had moved all my computer gear to the front of the east balcony
earlier because I figured on using the projector closer to the stage, so I
had to move it all back once we settled on the rear mounting position.
Tim wasn't having much luck getting the airplane working the way he
wanted. In the past, he'd used D-size model rocket engines in the airplane
to propel it down a wire cable to the stage, but after the deadly
fire at a West Warwick, RI nightclub in February, most
clubs frown upon pyrotechnics and Tim wasn't going to push it. To propel
the airplane for this show, Tim rigged up battery-powered propellers to the
wings of the plane with a switch on the top of the plane to turn on the
props. The trouble was that — I think — the propellers were too
small and didn't spin fast enough to create any forward motion.
So, Tim rigged up a string-and-pulley system powered by his cordless
drill to “pull” the plane down the wire cable. Carl — SoN
manager — would control the drill and ignite the flashpots (which
got the blessing of the club manager) when the plane reached the stage.
Tim tested the flashpots a couple times before the show and they worked
great.
We had planned to do a soundcheck at 6:30 but didn't actually get around
to doing one until around 8:30. The delay was partly due to members of the
band showing up a little late and mostly due to the fact Todd, the sound
engineer, showed up quite late. He says he would have come earlier if
someone had called him.
Todd's a miracle worker, though, he worked at an amazing pace and got
everyone's monitor levels set and even had time to patch in the sound
effects coming from my computers into the rear speaker system we brought to
create a poor-man's quadraphonic sound experience.
In the end, we were ready on time with everything prepped and ready to
go.
When the Sons Of Nothing started playing their original set, they had
maybe 15, 20 people in the audience. I could tell Thom was concerned the
show was going to be a big disappointment. I was definitely concerned. I
had gotten comp-tickets for a couple people and they hadn't shown up yet.
A few more people trickled in during the originals set, but the dance
floor was bare until backup singer Juli got out there during the last
couple of songs and started dancing and a few patrons joined her.
The band took a break after the originals set while a representative
from Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA) and Dave Smart spoke about their
causes. Afterward, I started up the “Bike” intro music to
prelude the FloydShow set. When the band started playing Shine On You Crazy
Diamond, I looked down and there were a lot of people down there.
Early in the FloydShow set, the band was to play the song Sheep off the
Animals album. For fun, Tim had designed a contraption he called the
“sheep gun” which used air from an air compressor to eject
small stuffed sheep (created by Juli) into the audience. That was a
hit with the crowd. Everyone was clamoring for these stuffed sheep as they
flew to different corners of the club. “That's a keeper,” I
told Carl.
The band sounded terrific. They were tighter than they'd ever been
before. Everything went great until it was time for the airplane to crash
down into the stage at the end of On The Run.
Tim ran up to the sound booth to unsecure a string holding the airplane
back (which had already been cut by Carl, but Tim didn't know it). Tim
fought too long with the string and he missed the cue. Carl was having some
trouble with the drill and couldn't get the airplane coming down
consistently, so it kind of chugged or hopped down the wire. The effects
reel kept going and “Time” started before the airplane had
finished its journey. I quickly stopped it and rewound the film so we could
start Time again after the airplane fiasco was over with. When the airplane
made it to the stage, no flashpots went off. Carl said later that he did
throw the switches, but there was just a small spark and then nothing. When
Carl told Tim this, Tim slapped his head as he realized he had forgotten to
fill the flashpots with any flash powder for the show.
Once the airplane situation relieved itself, the rest of the show went
pretty much unfettered. They played Echoes as the encore number and it went
swimmingly well. There were still people coming in to the club when the
band was playing Us And Them - four songs before the end of the show.
My brother Tom showed up. One of my clients, for whom I arranged a free
ticket, came. My sister-in-law Jennie came and brought two of her friends.
Thom's childhood friend (and acquaintance of mine) Krista came with her
sister Suzanne.
All in all, a great show.
And there's talk about some out-of-state dates coming up. Scary and
exciting.
Then, I got sick
I woke up Saturday morning feeling like crap. My stomach was uneasy and
I was so sleepy. Christine had planned to go with her sisters to lunch and
window shopping in Layton, so I stuck it out until she got home around 5
p.m. and then I crashed until about 9 p.m. I still didn't feel good- was
cold and sluggish. Christine was nice and went to the store and bought me
some soup and heated it up for me. I watched an episode of Angel with
Christine and Jennie and then went to bed with Christine, but I couldn't
sleep. After tossing for 45 minutes or so, I got up and did some stuff on
the computer for a couple hours until I felt tired enough to go to sleep
again.
I woke up again around 6 a.m. with a stabbing pain in my gut.
Instinctively, I rushed to the bathroom expecting to vomit (don't you love
these stories?). It didn't happen. The pain was pretty bad and I knew it
would subside if I did vomit, so I managed to make myself vomit a little to
ease the pain and it worked. I went back to bed for a while.
Today, I've spent a lot of time in bed or just watching TV. I had some
soup, but I've mostly tried to take it easy on the eating. I hope I feel
better tomorrow.
Hecticity Manor
When my brother-in-law Jay was working with Chadd and me in Iodynamics,
Chadd I used to joke about Jay's common anecdotes and sayings. He was
always saying, “Things are really hectic.”
So Chadd and I informally named Jay and Jennie's house Hecticity Manor.
It has certainly lived up to its title the last couple of weeks. On the
surface, it would appear Jay and Jennie have gone from a happy young couple
planning to adopt a child to a bitter couple on the verge of separation
within a couple of weeks.
Of course, it's never as simple as that. The forces pulling at their
marriage have been there for a long time, but I think they've only recently
all converged at once.
In Christine's and my opinions, it mostly comes down to Jay. He's got
some strange, simple-minded, sexist ideas about how a marriage should be
and can't seem to handle Jennie not wanting to be under his thumb.
I don't want to go into too much detail right now, but the summary goes
like this: Jay's been mentally and verbally abusive to Jennie for quite a
while, but his abuse has been intense the last couple of weeks. I think
he's craving attention and just doesn't know what to do about it. When
Jennie doesn't give into his threats and insults, it makes him more
frustrated and he's gotten to the point where he's saying divorce is the
only way to proceed.
Of course, I'm a fairly isolated third party - even for someone who's
living in the same house. I've tried to stay out of it, but Jennie talks to
Christine and I (Jay doesn't talk to anyone), so we still get part of
what's going on upstairs.
To make a long story shorter, nobody supporting Jay right now. Everyone
— even Jay's parents — have moved to support Jennie in this
ordeal.
Of course, we're only going to be in the house a few more weeks and then
we'll be moving into our house in Riverton. I just wonder who's going to be
living with us then.
Coincidentally...
Tonight, I went over to the Sons Of Nothing site to see if Thom had
written up some kind of synopsis of his perspective of Friday's show and
found none. I thought maybe Krista had written something, so I went out to
her
LiveJournal blog to see. I didn't find anything about Friday's show,
but I did find out some disturbing information about Krista's sister
Suzanne and some BS she's had to go through with an abusive husband.
It's sad to see stuff like this happen, especially when there are
children involved.