I have to smile a little about the odd hilarity of working for free. I will just pass the elton john tickets out to people who might want to enjoy a free show. What the adventure has done is simply had me remember how it all started in the journey of live entertainment. I have my little wristband, will show up and do whatever I am asked.
It is odd to start out in live entertainment and work through the system of clubs, festivals, theaters and arenas. If nothing, this will be the first stadium show I ever worked. But how odd to go from designing shows all the way back to "whatever."
The entire episode surprised me in that memories from long ago came through in the last day. I will break up the start of this adventure into a few blog posts, ending with one of my favorites when I learned about “Elvis” impersonators. So how did it all start?
The first is the arena GM that for whatever reason saw a small kid about the age of 11, 12, or 13 year old kid who would go wander what I thought was the “big” city of Binghamton, NY as an adventure for a country kid. on some days my mom would let me go to work with her and walk around the city. i felt "so big" on those days.
One day i found myself at the loading docks of the arena staring at all the trucks and equipment of stuff going into the relatively new arena. (For Binghamton, this was big news. Even Elvis did a few of his final shows there)
I am trying to remember the arena managers name (charlie theokas?) as he must have realized something with the fascination in my eyes and invited me in and put me in a seat so I could watch all the rigging, cabling, lighting and old school stacks of speakers being assembled until i had to go meet my mom after her job to catch a ride home.
“Come anytime you want and watch.” He said. Perhaps it was my wide-eyed amazement with how all the parts fit together so fast and the entire stage was constructed like a symphony with no instruments, but i would look to see what concerts were coming and ask my mom if i could go with her to work on those days. i forget how many shows i saw loaded in.
while I could not go see any of the shows because mom and dad felt rock concerts were a bad influence on little boys, i thought Marshall stacks were the coolest thing on the planet. I would just sit in a seat, take out a candy bar and munch away while watching how all the parts were going to fit together. Little did I know…this was the start of a global adventure.