Thursday, February 27, 2003
Again I miss my Dennis appointment. I went to Harry's last night and Crom never showed up. I enjoyed the 10 songs or so that I saw opener Underbelly play but felt for Henning and the impossible job he had as soundman. The three members of Underbelly keep switching instruments from violin to mandolin to banjo to guitar, all 3 of them trade off vocals. Except the guy on the right sings right up on the mike while he plays with his guitar's soundhole about 10 feet from its mike. The girl in the middle sings 3 feet away from her mike for one phrase then steps in closer for the next phrase then closes her eyes and slowly rolls her head several inches away from the mike for the next line. The guy on the left keeps bumping his mandolin into his mike, etc. etc. Acoustic musicians just not used to being miked. They play wonderfully and sing together well but a nightmare for our Henning indeed. As I said, I left before the second band went on and just as I was stepping out, I could hear someone by the bar cry out "Don't fuckin' leave! You'll love us!" Did you catch that, Henning?
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