Dark Side of the Loon
I car-share on a Wednesday with the lovely A.
A is a sound engineer and has recently come back from visiting a company down south owned by Peter Gabriel that make sound mixing desks.
I warned him, “No techie talk”.
I am still in a shaky mental state from writing that mind-numbing Global Positioning script. It brought me to the edge of madness and just one more acronym or series of numbers or abbreviations could cause me to go into psychological meltdown.
He promises me that he will refrain, and starts to talk about some of the stories about rock stars he got told by one of the guys he was hanging about with. This guy, we’ll call him Jim the Desk Guy, installs and maintains desks and of course just about the only people that can afford to have them in their houses are rock stars.
“Cool,” you’d think. But ye would be wrong there, sir. For Rock Stars are maddoes.
Trooooo Storeeeeee:
So Jim the Desk Guy gets a call from David Gilmour from Pink Floyd. He has a problem with his desk, he wants a house call. Now I love Gilmour and his lovely soulful voice and lovely widdly guitar. I am firmly in the “Floyd got better with Gilmour” camp as opposed to the “Floyd were better with Barrett” camp. Also, I think most people see Gilmour as being the more sane one out of the Waters, Barrett and Gilmour Holy Floyd Trinity. This story pretty much knocks that theory into a cocked hat.
So, where was I? Gilmour wants a house-call from Jim, sound-desk doctor. Except when the guy goes round Gilmour changes his mind, slightly. When he says house-call, he won’t actually let the Jim the Desk Guy into his house. In fact he won’t even come to the door. The guy has to shout instructions to him through the letterbox.
I would love to think they went a bit like this:
Sound Engineer (through letterbox):
“Hello, Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me…
Is there anyone home?”
Right that’s it I’m off to write a book of short stories involving Rock Stars where their lyrics are quoted to them in bizarre situations….copyright: me. Nobody nick it. It’s MINE!
