Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Monday, October 22, 2007

Trumpet the ThunderDome


It may look like a scene out of Mad Max, but this apocalyptic landscape is all too real. It's Malibu, of course and the figure in the foreground is one of newsgathering's last forgotten heroes: The Soundman. These guys (and gals) have to follow photogs into the phlogiston, wrangle ornery booms and stay the hell out of the way. It ain't easy in the best of conditions - let alone an inferno such as this. So the next time you're watching a compelling network report, give it a closer listen and know the sound that drives all that emotion didn't stick to the tape by itself. Now go hug an audiophile...

1 comment:

in-gun-ear said...

Only hug us as long as you don't smell of smoke!