Dennis called up the other night hoping that I would expedite the borrowing of the sound system from Mike, who he doesn’t know, to run for a gig for April (her band quit, and the venue that booked her didn’t know that.)

I figured, hell, it’s just playing a CD, right? I should be able to do this, and I’m not doing anything else that night. Besides, it gets me back in DP, at a small street fair, and I really like that town.

So I borrowed Jeff’s system from Mike, and he was kind enough to come over on Friday and run me through setting it up.

On Saturday, I hauled it on out, and made Dennis do the heavy lifting. A bellydancing group that was on before April hadn’t brought any equipment of their own for some reason, but it was no skin off my nose if they used it. And it all worked and sounded fine. Well, fine for Turkish music in a redneck setting, but the raised eyebrows had nothing at all to do with the sound system.

So when April was up, we thought we were golden. The mics were good, and the music was playing, but I just could not get the volume of the music up to a level that more than the first three rows could really hear it. April’s Dad checked it out for us, and I called both Mike and Jeff.

Fortunately, there was a DJ scheduled behind April, and he graciously let me use his mixer. He even ran it for the first set, but it was pretty simple, so he turned it over to me for the next two.

I really enjoyed myself; turns out that I know all the words to all sorts of songs. The other DJ was teasing me about putting a third mic out there for me, and when I told him of my tune-carrying ineptitude, he said that I was actually doing OK. I’m thinking that it was just really loud where he was standing. I had my fun running the technical stuff, dancing along (sorta) to April and Misty, and relearning that I’m now a lightweight in the alcohol department. I didn’t drive home though; I only drove to Cowboy’s.