A Barking Dog is still on hiatus but I do have plans to start posting again. I figure if Deadwood and the Soprano’s can have a year or so between seasons, so can I. I mean, if the big(gest) boss at the swanky joint on the Strip can compare himself to JC (no, really) I can compare myself to Dave Milch or Brad Grey. It’s a busy time at the show that dunks 90 lb Euro chicks in water. Due to the terms of my NDA I can’t tell you that we just installed a shiny new PM1D for mons or that we’ll be completely replacing the house rig over the next two months. I couldn’t tell you that we’re getting 150 plus new speakers from my hippie pals in the Bay Area. And no, not Bink or Gramps, my other hippie pals on that side of the bay. We are busy little beavers and we all love The Beaver. Gee, Wally. And I don’t mean that in an Eddie Haskell sort of way, I’d love to be able to Moblog the process but my corporate overlords would shit a brick if I did.
The transition from grizzled old touring roadie to grizzled old production show roadie that used to tour has been very interesting. I’m loving it though some of the corporate bullshit sometimes is over the top. It’s the transition from saying “are you fucking kidding me”, or “you gotta be shittin’ me” become, “well, sir, I’m not sure I see the advantage in what you just stated”. One example would be when Show Boss (great guy, BTW) was first looking at the PM1D and asked me “ever used a board this big before?” Innocent question, though my inclination was “is my fucking new light on?” In corporate speak that translates to “are you not aware of my background?” Over the course of the install, programming and deployment it became rather apparent that yes, Dave’s used a board this big before. It was some of the most fun I’ve had in recent memory. Tough work? Sure, but very rewarding. It’s exactly what I moved down to this god forsaken hell hole to do. I did move some months back from Roaddog Manor behind the hard rocking hotel, just of the Strip to suburbia. I don’t see Penelope or or Eric or Richard in this suburbia, just upper middle class uptight white families with some showgirls and strippers thrown in for fun. But I do have a much nicer apartment and it’s even nicer when Amber comes to town.
In the meantime, Jazz Singer and his entourage are back in Moscow doing a private gig. It’s been just a bit over a year since we were there last and I thought it appropriate to link back to those posts. The posts from the gig with the Russian oil billonare to the pop princess are at http://rex.roaddog.com/mt/blog/moscow_2006/ or the Moscow 2006 link on the right.
Enjoy, we’ll be back soon with all new Barking Dog stories. And bonus points if you get the reference in the title of the post…
