...before we changed them.
take microphones for example... microphones used to give style and substance to the entertainers who used them... not true today. phallic symbolism aside, it was actually all in the electrical force of the cord. there's not an entertainer alive today who knows how to use a microphone the way bobby darin or judy garland did... there's not an audience anywhere to be found enthralled by the way sammy davis, jr. manipulated that elastic vocal amplifier from hand to hand while simultaneously exhibiting a virtual diamond mine of rings... from peggy lee to dionne warwick, from frank sinatra to elvis presley, from rosemary clooney to mick jagger, these performers knew how to embrace and caress the powerful current that extended their vocal virtuosity to the back row.
when technology cut the cord on the hand held microphone, it robbed entertainers of a much needed security blanket... and it robbed audiences of the enhanced stature and abilities those entertainers once easily possessed... don't even get us started on those headset microphones that madonna, janet, and britney supposedly sing through while dancing. after all, those girls taught ashlee simpson everything she knows.
moral of this blogg?... microphones were better and had more class when they had cords and audiences were in turn far more attached to the singers holding them.
What Came Before Us…
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3 comments:
from one caveperson to another...ROTFLMAO!!! hope i don't get in trouble for going to an "adult" blog on worktime.
hey kroggblogg. (luv the name by the way)
i have to say tehnology did us a favor in this case krogg. entertainers as you say used microphones as a security blanket. i say some hid behind them. i can now spot a lypsincer at 50 paces, unfortunately i can still hear them but i can run before they see me. just think, without this technological change we might still be listening to milli vanilli.
I miss microphones. Big, bulky chromy jobs with duct tape with a big ol' black cord, mounted to a mike stand and leaned on, hung on by the singer. The mike was no security blanket, no crutch, but it could be a prop. The vocalist could swing it around, wield it like a club, slam it to the stage. Take away the mike, pretty soon you've got those sporty little headsets, and we all know that these lead to dancing. Good lord.
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