Turin. Production rehearsals
The band didn't come in today as the backline guys needed the time to set up on the mainstage. I had a productive day working with Declan again, finishing off the audio sequences - a tighter re-edit of the questions, two alternative opening sequences and a new set list running order on an iTunes playlist. I found myself stunned by technology as Declan dragged the audio files to a folder on his desktop and informed me that they were right now installing themselves on Bono's iPod. They've set up a 'cloud' for transferring files and have perfected it so that it's a simple matter of drag-and-drop to send material to each other. For a minute I felt like a caveman in Piccadilly Circus - the iDisk part I get, but the instant auto iPod loading is frankly just showing off. It's all very modern these days, to be sure.
It was brutally hot in the stadium again, and it was rather charming to see some of the video crew in the shade of the mix position, cutting each other's hair. I knew that we were in the presence of multi-talented technicians, but hairdressing expertise was, I confess, unexpected.
Once the sun had left the stadium, I spent an hour or so rehearsing bridge moves with the stage carpenters. It took a bit of head scratching, but the finer points of the bridge choreography did eventually come back to me. It's funny, for a couple of songs I referenced the Rosebowl DVD and was amused to see that (as always) some songs contain shots poached from other songs, which means that very occasionally the bridges make spontaneous position changes from shot to shot. This is completely normal and certainly doesn't hamper the overall storytelling, but the trainspotters out there will have a ball.
By 9pm I had go through my to-do list and had arranged with the lighting and video departments to run through all the show cues at 9.30. However, by this time there was a 'line checkl in full swing - a process of going through each sound input on the stage to make sure it's working over sound system. This involves endless monotone banging, crashing and kerranging at extreme volume, an aural experience only eclipsed in unpleasantness by jamming knitting needles in your ears. Fair enough, this was the first opportunity that the back line team had to be on stage this year, so it was their night. Learning that this would go on until 11pm, I rather boldly made the call to postpone our visual run-through and send the lighting and video crews home early, a move that made me the post popular boy in the school for the rest of the night. This coming week will no doubt see us working until the wee hours most nights, so it's probably no bad thing to give everyone a night off (after a mere 12 hour work day). I just hope they can keep out of trouble.