Jay Ashworth
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I was lucky enough to have met and sorta-kinda known our departed Brother Kevin Jones. He was a fighter and a survivor, having beaten cancer and alcoholism, and he could be crusty AF but a real sweetheart of a guy who did me an amazing favor when my life hit a rough patch.
He was a damn fine audio engineer who worked shows in the casinos down in Atlantic City and splitting the time between there and NJ closer to 'the city' and a few years ago earned his Local One card. He also gave me, a lighting guy, some pointers when the NYC karaoke club I worked at and didn't have a sound engineer was making my life hell because the system sounded like crap.
Among Kevin's various talents was cooking. Sadly, I never got a chance to try his gravy or what non-Italians call sauce, a recipe passed down from his mother.
Tonight, before the show I am working on-- Emergence at the Signature on W 42nd-- I gathered the crew and paid homage to Kevin, who many of them also know from this page, and I recited the following from Hamlet, as is proper:
”Now cracks a noble heart.
Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
And I wrote his name on a piece of spike and stuck it to our proscenium in a spot not seen by the performers.
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May the break room coffee be hot, the donuts fresh, and the sound system free of hums, my friend."""
"You Know You're A Stagehand When..."
Steve Zakszewski · ·"""
I was lucky enough to have met and sorta-kinda known our departed Brother Kevin Jones. He was a fighter and a survivor, having beaten cancer and alcoholism, and he could be crusty AF but a real sweetheart of a guy who did me an amazing favor when my life hit a rough patch.
He was a damn fine audio engineer who worked shows in the casinos down in Atlantic City and splitting the time between there and NJ closer to 'the city' and a few years ago earned his Local One card. He also gave me, a lighting guy, some pointers when the NYC karaoke club I worked at and didn't have a sound engineer was making my life hell because the system sounded like crap.
Among Kevin's various talents was cooking. Sadly, I never got a chance to try his gravy or what non-Italians call sauce, a recipe passed down from his mother.
Tonight, before the show I am working on-- Emergence at the Signature on W 42nd-- I gathered the crew and paid homage to Kevin, who many of them also know from this page, and I recited the following from Hamlet, as is proper:
”Now cracks a noble heart.
Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
And I wrote his name on a piece of spike and stuck it to our proscenium in a spot not seen by the performers.
"""
May the break room coffee be hot, the donuts fresh, and the sound system free of hums, my friend."""
