He sits somewhere near the back, far from the bar, far from the dancing, far from the copulating couple canoodling under the counterpane in the VIP tent....he gets shouted at by everyone from the lead singer to the third guitarist and the roving saxophonist....all he has for company up on his raised platform is the glare of his lamp and the massed ranks of knobs and dials. But where would we be without him? Where would we be without his acute auditory skills? In the vacant depths of acoustic darkness, that's where. Let's hear it for Simon the Sound Man.
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