September 28, 2011 @ 08:13
As part of launching Humble and Fred Radio we've got to put a studio together and that's what's been happening over the past couple of weeks.
It's in Etobicoke with good access to the city. A great space that needs some paint, carpet and sound proofing.
Jeff Lumby is a good friend who's been helping out with a few things including the sound of the room. He just completed his own studio for his company "Voice Pretzel" so he knows what he's doin.
Tomorrow we're heading up to Lumby's palatial estate near Erin to build sound panels that will hang from the Humble Fred Radio ceilings and adorn some of the walls.
It was my job to get the material that will cover the panels which I believe are made of fiber glass. We'll got to Jeff's cover the panels and then barbeque steaks and drink red wine.
Getting the material turned out to be a bit of an embarrassment for me, but it wasn't entirely my fault.
When he gave me his estimate, Jeff told me we'd need 50 yards of material. I didn't think much of it because I've noticed over the years that material is often referred to in yards and if the engineer says 50 yards he must mean 50 yards.
It wasn't until I took my sweet wife Delyse with me to Fabricland on Monday night that I realized something wasn't right.
At the store we looked at the end of the line cheap stuff with someone who worked there and when I told her how much I needed she looked at me like I was out of my mind.
"50 yards? What are you making she said?"
"Sound panels" I replied.
"How big are they?
"Two feet by four feet."
"So what do you need 50 yards for? I don't think I have 50 yards of anything. Even at four dollars yard do you realize its going to cost you over 200 dollars.?"
That seemed a bit out of whack. I remembered Lumby saying we could do the entire job, panels and all for about one hundred, so I called him. He was eating dinner.
"Lumby" I said. "I'm here at the fabric store, should this material be costing over 200 bucks?"
"No way" he said. "You don't need expensive stuff; just get 50 feet of something in the bargain bin."
"You told me fifty yards."
"No, I said fifty feet."
Just as I thought I was having another old guy moment, which are increasing these days, I scrolled through the text messages on my phone and there it was. Lumby had texted me to get 50 yards.
Making that call was a good idea because I almost walked out of Fabricland with roughly 35 yards of material I didn't need and because it was in the bargain bin it couldn't be returned.
Forget sound panels, I would have had enough material to wallpaper the bloody studio, and probably still enough to make Delyse a nice dress or two, and maybe a pair of snappy shorts for myself.
I hate shopping.