It Ain’t Me, I Ain’t No Fortunate Son
Sunday, February 6th, 2005I tuned into the Superbowl pre game and broadcast this year hoping for a possible wardrobe malfunction from Gretchen Wilson or Fergie from Black Eyed Peas. What I got was an assault of one of the most embarassing music mixes on an event of this scope in the near 25 years I’ve been in the biz. Normally, I don’t like to second guess the guys in the truck or in the booth because I know all too well what it’s like and what it takes to do something of that scope. Though rarely as a broadcast mixer, I have done scores of such events in varying capacities (lately as Ear Boy for the most part) and have had an opportunity to work with some of the best in the biz. I know what it takes to do the gig and hate to second guess in most cases but in this case I’ve had the pleasure of working with most of the artists involved (a couple of them on several occasions) and they didn’t sound like that when we did them. In this case I may be an armchair quarterback, I’m at least one that’s been able to get out of the armchair and sit in the “Big Chair” ™.