Fiddlers.....(Sigh)

So on Sunday night we were starting on one of our last tunes to record. Bridget was in the booth this time. The pressure we put on ourselves to get it right first time is enormous, and we were all feeling pretty frazzled (Mannie & Bridge from lack of sleep, Paul because he is Paul & me because my stomach was still very frag from my party the night before).

But Bridge being the trooper she is was ready & waiting. Snaps for Bridget!

Paul sets her levels, yep, everything's good to go, so he presses the record button and we sit back and try to be quiet. 30 seconds later Bridge stops, then shakes her head at Paul. 'I can't hear anything!' Methodically (or anally - pick one), Paul checks sound levels, headphone levels, mic levels & can't find anything wrong. He gets up and hunts down cords looking puzzled and a little frustrated. Then he laughs:

'Plugging your headphones into the jack extension might fix it!'

Bridge looks down at her headphones and gives us this adorable sheepish little grin. Well; Mannie, Paul and I just about wet our pants from laughter. Bridge, being the good-natured soul that she is, held up the offending jack so I could take a picture. It broke the frazzled mood nicely, I might add

She then proceeded to nail her fiddle take!