First off, I blame it all on the chicken.  It was so darned tasty that I wanted to pack some up and take it over to Tony's house.  We'd planned to cut some vocals tonight and I was supposed to bring a mic stand with me.

But as we finished dinner tonight at home, all I could think about was how much Tony would probably like to try some of that perfectly smoked poultry.  I packed up a tupperware bowl of the marvelous meat and off I went.  Unfortunately I left the house without the mic stand.

Tony only lives about 10 minutes away, but as I pulled up I immediately flashed on my critical error.  I had to decide; do I jump back in the car, drive home and get the mic stand or do I give Tony that sheepish grin that says, "hey man....I screwed up AGAIN!" and just improvise.  I went for option 2.

Tony took pity on my soul and rescued the session by doing a little McGyveresque jerry rig that truly deserves to be shared.  He went down in his basement, found an old mop, situated it in the closet door, draped a cable and mic from it, and voila!  new 'suspension' mic placement! 

Tony's innovation helped us to have a little chuckle and still be productive tonight.  That kid is alright!