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Mistakes Were Made

Posted by Tom Benedict on 01/04/2016

If I ever write an autobiography I’m calling it “Mistakes Were Made”. It’s an accurate statement that can be interpreted with a straight face or with a smile, and it does a good job of summing up the parts of my life that make decent stories. Let’s face it: It’s fun to read about other people’s mistakes!

Last Friday a storm system rolled through that brought with it real thunder and lightning. As strange as it sounds the weather in Hawaii doesn’t lend itself to thunderstorms, so I knew this was a rare and wonderful event, and a unique chance for me to record thunder rolling across the sky. As broken as I was (and am!) as the day darkened I grabbed my SASS and stand, slung my sound bag over my shoulder, shoved two trash bags in my pocket, and headed out.

I live across the highway from a ranch, so getting away from intruding sounds is as straightforward as crossing the highway and walking until I can’t hear anything any more. Time was of the essence, so I walked as quickly as my neck and back would let me. All the while the thunder was coming from every part of the sky, rolling from horizon to horizon, and stirring up echoes from the nearby mountains. It was perfect! When I deemed I’d gone far enough I set up the stand, took off my backpack and found…

You know when you see a school kid with their book bag, and it’s unzipped and stuff is hanging out and you tell them, “Zip up your bag! You’ll lose something!” and they, one way or another, flip you off?

I found that my backpack was unzipped, and had been from the moment I left home. In the dark I hadn’t checked, and hadn’t seen. By then I had crossed a stream, walked at least a mile through tall grass, and stepped around countless cow patties. With a sinking heart I checked to see what was missing. To my intense relief the only things unaccounted for were my three contact mics – stuff I’d built myself. I was lucky! But I still kicked myself for losing gear.

I had to set those thoughts aside and get busy if I wanted to record thunder, though. So I pulled out my recorder and cables, and started hooking everything up. Just as I finished plugging everything in, the first of the rain hit.

What I’d assumed was a lighter patch of cloud upwind of me turned out to be a rain line. I pulled the cables back out of my recorder, zipped everything up in my bag, and pulled a trash bag over it and over the SASS. I’ll just wait this out, I thought, It can’t be that much rain!

It was that much rain, and it just kept getting harder. I couldn’t even hear the thunder any more because of how loud the rain was against the grass and rocks. Without having hit the record button even once, I picked up my gear and started the long, slow, wet slog back home.

Good news is I found one of my contact mics along the way! The next day I went back and found a second. The only one missing is the one I made with an alligator clip for clipping onto fences and the like, which only took me an hour or so to make. As dumb as my mistake was, the cost in the end wasn’t all that high. Lesson learned.

But I still wish I’d recorded some of that thunder!

Tom

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