Move to Nashville? I had a new house, a new baby, a three-year-old and a husband who was neck deep besting a new VH1 show. I got in my car and headed to Costco. Forty-five minutes later, I pulled in to the parking lot. Had to get some diapers at Target. That was another two-hour ordeal complete with honking and expletives not from me of course!
Six weeks later, my whole house was packed up, boxes shipped, and I was bouncing my baby on my lap as my flight to Music City lifted up out of the smog. Except the recorder. And the monitors. And the sound reports. And the media. And some of the microphones. And the timecode boxes. And the IFBs.
And the follow cart. Even the boom guy, Scott Solan, was different. Scott is a thoughtful perfectionist. He forgets nothing and leaves no stone unturned in his drive for a quiet, locked-up location. Our very first scene up on starting the new season was indicative of the next ten months to come: 6 earwigs, music playback, live stage microphones, PA system, 4 wires, 50 extras and 3 RED cameras.
I suddenly yearned for a forty-five-minute drive to Costco with a toddler and a teething baby. I pondered the validity of the lease agreement just signed by my new tenants back in Los Angeles.
Matt Andrews is at the helm of our music playback. Joe and Matt are a match made in heaven. Watching them together is like a Martin and Lewis film. Each episode offers up four to five musical numbers with anywhere from one to a dozen performers. If Nashville ever floods again, we can just ditch the cables and all hop in.
