Clouseaux made me have hope for all the talented well trained music scholars that pour out of American universities. What does one do with all that musical muscle? Mix it with gin and an olive with just a whiff of Vermouth. I didn’t know what to expect, but when they showed up without any PA due to some communications SNAFU , their response was, “We’re professionals. We can do it.” Whether I was up to the task of mixing them was yet to be determined. Game on!
I remember the look of near panic on director Matt Brawley’s face. He was directing four cameras as I mixed it live to tape. Neither of us had seen or heard the band before. But Shannon Harrison was grinning, which could be good or bad. As soon as she did her first swoop past Clouseaux’s TV display, everything was alright. The maracas player was a little crestfallen that the University wouldn’t let him breath fire in the studio.