okay back to topic: Thinking about kids and musical instruments reminded me of the SS parents you have to deal with in school productions (especially Christmas pageants) who are convinced their child(ren) are stars (even if they're in a chorus of 30 other kids) and set up movie-grade recording equipment blocking the aisle or rush down to stand in front of the seated audience and record their little darling's shining moment. Do they really think they'll be giving the footage to producers of "Biography" or "Behind the Music" years from now? Ah yes we can say we knew the little tots before they became Oscar winning superstars... No, your child is not in fact special and his rendition of "Frosty the Snowman" will not get him a record contract!
I used to do the recordings of events at school. I gave up after I had to trash an entire performance recording because of the parent cursing the choir director the whole time.
Oh man! That's awful.
My last high school choir preformance we shared with the elementry school choir(each high school choir got paired with a elementry choir. It was REALLY fun.). Our choir was an all-girls honor group so we were paired with little girls who wanted to join our when they hit high school. Kinda a mentoring thing.
The kids were awesome. No disipline probs at all, and with 1st through 5th grades, that's kinda saying something. The parents on the other hand...
The rules were NO recording devices and no flash photos. Very nice recordings, both audio only and video were done and sold for pretty good prices. After our group's first song we went to sit in a cvouple rows of seats that were marked for us and I ended up in front of a woman who was determined to record her daughter, even if she had to stand almost in the man beside her's lap. The man wasn't pleased. So I got to hear this:
Man:(quietly) Ma'am, please sit down. You aren't supposed to have that camera anyway.
Woman:(loudly) You don't get it... MY daughter is going to be a star, She NEEDS the publicity.
Man:(not as quiet, but pretty close) Then buy a DVD. And sit down! We all want to see our kids too!
Woman:(Louder) My daughter is gonna be a STAR!
This kept on for almost an entire song. Until he quieted her for good.
Woman: You don't get it. My daughter has talent, she's going places! She's a star!
Man: How nice. Mine isn't. In fact, short of a miracle the doctors say she has another year at most. And I want to HEAR her. Now Sit. The. Hell. Down.
And she did. I still can't decide how rude he was, but I know I was considering stranggling the woman by the time it all ended. And my "little sis" (one of the little girls from the choir) was holding her ears.