Story time. I was working low voltage back in 1999 and we had a job in the Panther's Arena in Broward County. We just had to run some cables from point A to point B that had nothing to do with the show that was about to play. We had access to the bowels of the arena and that meant we had access to a certain performer's back stage room. It was adorned with draped fabrics from ceiling to walls, there was pot pourri littered on desk and table tops, and there were many lit candles everywhere. We were told that this was to make the artist "feel at home".
Well, we are working and getting shit done and going about our business in the crazy way we knew how by belting out songs that were popular for the day. I started singing at the top of my lungs, Living La Vida Loca, (top of mind I guess). Security guards came and started closing doors. Then other security guards came and opened the doors. Then there was an argument about keeping the doors open due to fire regulations. Then we hear that the artist is getting bad vibes from my off key singing, (haha).
That artist turned out to be Ricky Martin, before he came out of the closet, but we knew from the candles and pot pourri. It's nice to know that he at least was able to hear my singing before he sang.
Story time. I was working low voltage back in 1999 and we had a job in the Panther's Arena in Broward County. We just had to run some cables from point A to point B that had nothing to do with the show that was about to play. We had access to the bowels of the arena and that meant we had access to a certain performer's back stage room. It was adorned with draped fabrics from ceiling to walls, there was pot pourri littered on desk and table tops, and there were many lit candles everywhere. We were told that this was to make the artist "feel at home".
Well, we are working and getting shit done and going about our business in the crazy way we knew how by belting out songs that were popular for the day. I started singing at the top of my lungs, Living La Vida Loca, (top of mind I guess). Security guards came and started closing doors. Then other security guards came and opened the doors. Then there was an argument about keeping the doors open due to fire regulations. Then we hear that the artist is getting bad vibes from my off key singing, (haha).
That artist turned out to be Ricky Martin, before he came out of the closet, but we knew from the candles and pot pourri. It's nice to know that he at least was able to hear my singing before he sang.