Last week JRaabe commented on the blog about the IFB box that you can see sticking... uh, sticking........ well, sticking conspicuously off my butt.
Here's the deal: I clip on two pieces of equipment to the back of my pants -- a mic and an IFB that allows me to hear producer Aaron (@TheSquare for Twitterers). Normally, a standard blazer will cover it all up nicely. Or, if you're sitting behind a desk it's not a problem, either. But that's not the case on this show. And I can't clip 'em both to one side.. too heavy!
Plus, we've got some problematic blocking issues based on the fact that we are basically in a temporary location. We've slid cameras off and around to totally new spots in the studio.. to capture shots they normally wouldn't (my favorite is what I call the Extreme Steph Side Shot seen during the Hot Box segement-- where I basically hold my breath and pray someone doesn't email me after the show asking if I'm pregnant).
But even more distracting than my stomach is-- hands down-- the IFB box that's perched on my backside, drawing attention to an asset that I work hard to downplay. And I guarantee you if JRaabe emailed about it-- many, many more folks are noticing themselves.
Today, I got a work-around.
Our Ops manager Randy bought a workout clip intended for an IPod.. pulled out the strap.. and voila! Leg band IFB strap here we come! I'm like a secret agent, minus the knives or guns or whatever is normally supposed to clip to calf straps.
This won't be an issue on the new set, We won't have an extreme side shot and the new desk is angled in such a way as to not force me to directly face the person I'm trying to interview. I can not WAIT for the Pioneer Courthouse Square studio to open. It's going to be so slick and cool. But in the meantime, I'll be strapping that IFB to my leg with a band intended for some muscley dude's arm.