Post by keymod on Jun 13, 2015 5:55:59 GMT -6
Might have a silver lining. As mentioned in another thread somewhere here on RGO, this is the year I have been seriously looking to purchase a property that will allow me to finally have a proper music room. About two weeks ago I stumbled upon a listing online which met several of my criteria: price within my universe, style - New England Gambrel Colonial with attached garage, number of rooms, all the usual stuff. Knowing it is empty, I took a ride up on my motorcycle on a beautiful Sunday afternoon to scope it out on the sly. The property is almost an hour and a half away from where I am now, which would make my daily commute suck but, for the right place, it would be worth it to me.
My excitement grew as I walked around the place. Beautiful, but overgrown, gardens. Birds singing in the trees. Rabbits and squirrels dancing in the grass. It felt like another world.
Being in the construction business for thirty years, I knew what I was looking for. OK, the place is really run down and needs a LOT of exterior work. Dry-rotted trim, peeling paint, a rear deck that collapsed and fell off of the house, replacing screens, cutting trees that were growing onto the house, cleaning up the landscaping........
But the place has character, and I already wanted to buy it.
Peering through the windows, I really couldn't see too much. I figured the inside probably needs as much work as the outside.
But the place has character, and I already wanted to buy it.....
So I knew that I had at least to contact the listing agent. He told me that the place is in foreclosure. ( now I know why the price is in my universe ). The owners both passed away and the heirs ( kids?, no idea ) let the place go to hell. The Bank finally got fed up and took over. This explains the condition of the place.
So I told the Listing Agent that I have always been looking for a place to set up a music room and that this one might be it. Could we please meet to take a look inside? We couldn't find a mutual time to meet there but, since I am a licensed and insured electrical contractor, he gave me the code to the lock box " so I can check the electrical in the house" for him. Nice. I headed up there after work on Thursday.
"Oh, by the way" he says, "the previous ( and original ) owner ran some kind of business there that had to do with music, or videos, or something...."
Did I mention that the place has character, and I already wanted to buy it?
I open the door, and get down to business, acting like a home inspector for the mortgage company. Start at the top and work my way down. Everything is a little bit dated, but with some cleaning and painting, certainly livable. Anyway, being single, I only care about a place for a bed, a bathroom and a fridge. Nothing wrong here that would shout out " don't buy it! " I could fix just about anything and, if I can't, I know someone who can. All in good time.......
In the basement there are lots of empty metal shelves with labels designating what was stored on them: 2". 1". Demo. Erased. Mic Cables. Patch Cords.......
( see where this is going? )
One end of the basement has a door and, as I approach I think to myself " so he did some kind of recording down here in the basement ". Open the door and all I see is what appears to be a little kitchenette. Lighting was bad throughout the house because of burned out bulbs. Worse down in the basement. With my flashlight I look around a spot a small spiral stair at the far end of this room. Head towards it, fumble for a wall switch and turn on the stairwell light.
Guess what is at the top of those stairs?
Foyer. Half-bath. Door to the outside. ( OK, so that's the door that was locked ) To my left a door leading to a control room. Carpet and parquet floors. Stone on one wall. Angled ceilings with some foam in the corners. Angled wooden soffit. Guess what is in the soffit? ( see my post about JBL 4315 ) Huge wall boxes with XLR connectors and labeled designations: 24track. 16track. Live Room.
By now I can hardly breathe.
The doors are proper acoustic design. The control room glass, almost ten feet wide, is properly angled, separated and caulked.
I go back out into the foyer and another door leads to the live room. More wall boxes. Angled ceilings, at one point probably up to 14 feet. Nice sound in there, but probably needs some help. I clap loudly, shout loudly and pretend to sing. Listening for any anomalies. A bit of a flutter echo at the skinny end of the room.
The other side of the live room has a large vocal booth, separated by a sliding glass door. Some angled walls, so it sound pretty decent inside. Could probably fit six people in there. Might be useful for some acoustic instruments.
Next to the vocal booth is a much larger booth, actually another room, with a label on the glass slider designating " Video Editing ". Could be a killer drum booth, or a place for a Grand Piano.
So I go back into the control room, still trying to breathe. " I wonder where all the tie lines are from all of these wall boxes? " Found them. Damn, they've all been cut off way too short as the go into the wall. No problem, I'm an electrician. I'll figure out a way to run new ones.
The place has character, and I want to buy it...............................
I contact the Listing Agent next morning and mention that I like the place but coyly mention all of the work needing done ( attempt to get a lower price ) . I tell him that I was especially bummed about the way all of the tie lines were cut back and what would be involved running new ones. He tells me " gee, I wish I knew you before ( we ) did the cleanout ". " You?, you mean you cut the wires? ". " yeah, we had to empty the place when the eviction happened. Four twenty yard dumpsters".
"OMG, PLEASE tell me that you didn't throw out any equipment!"
" Yeah, everything went into the dumpsters. We had a young musician that someone knew come in and tell us everything was old and worthless"
"OMG, what about the mixing desk, the tape recorders? Did you see any microphones? OMG, my heart. I'm going to die!"
" Everything. I didn't think it was worth saving. The Bank wanted it cleaned out ASAP. Do you want to make an offer? "
Well, yes. Did I say the place has character, and I want to buy it?
We reached a price that the Bank agreed to. I sign papers tomorrow with the Listing Agent.
I'm praying to get a mortgage.
Sometimes dreams come true.....................................