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When The Sound Man Dances.
There is a man behind the curtain that you can't see.
Out of the way and unrecognized, he is a silent supporter of sound.
The man is on the dials, who controls the mic level, adjusting for feedback, pivotal to the process.
Out of the way, he's seen everything.
Your performance is one of the millions of moments categorized in his computer brain.
There was a moment when I was the sound man's apprentice.
The sound man himself was due to perform and I was now at the helm.
With placid beats and symphonic eruptions of chords, I had to adjust the levels.
But there was a moment when his music overtook me.
The song grabbed me by the vest to throw me toward the stage.
I abandoned my post at the controls, flung to fancy by familiar beats and rhymes.
Overtook with laughter and lyricism, my body moved like a marionette.
When the Soundman Dances
When The Sound Man Dances.
There is a man behind the curtain that you can't see.
Out of the way and unrecognized, he is a silent supporter of sound.
The man is on the dials, who controls the mic level, adjusting for feedback, pivotal to the process.
Out of the way, he's seen everything.
Your performance is one of the millions of moments categorized in his computer brain.
There was a moment when I was the sound man's apprentice.
The sound man himself was due to perform and I was now at the helm.
With placid beats and symphonic eruptions of chords, I had to adjust the levels.
But there was a moment when his music overtook me.
The song grabbed me by the vest to throw me toward the stage.
I abandoned my post at the controls, flung to fancy by familiar beats and rhymes.
Overtook with laughter and lyricism, my body moved like a marionette.
When the Soundman Dances