I haven't used the 012s yet in what I would call a really high-SPL environment, so I can't comment on their behavior near the limit. From what I read, though, those pads tend to stay in the box most of the time for other folks who've used them as drum overheads. I play drums as well, but my acoustic kit hasn't ventured out of its cases since I discovered E-drums!
Anyway, I wouldn't sweat the pads for the moment. Run without them for a while, and see what you think. You can also do a Deja search on the mics, and see the discussions over in RAP about using them as overheads- it makes for interesting reading.
That gig was amusing. Phone rings just after noon one fine day, it's a choral director for a 100+ voice group that I've done a little live sound for. They want to do a 2-or 3-tune demo-quality recording, and they've booked a church that has decent acoustics to do it in. And if they like the demo, they'll book me back to do a full-length CD for them, and money will change hands at the appropriate points in the process. Sounds like fun- ought be a walk in the park. Am I available to do the demo thang? "Sure", I say. "When?". "Oh, how's 4 o'clock sound?".
Note to self: always ask "when" *before* saying "sure". Did I mention that there was an hour of travel time between here and the venue?
Yow- oh shit. Load up all the tall mic stands, the road board, the snake and cable reels, the pair of 012s which are clearly not gonna be enough, one of the NT2s and
a popper stopper for any solo work, the SRM450s for foldback, the Masterlink, the good headphones, grab some Jolt and a handful of Tagamet, and GET MOVING...
I stopped at Guitar Satan, and tried to get the attention of the pro-audio salesdrone. He was very busy explaining the finer points of foam windscreens to the cleavage of a comely young blonde thing whose body was most definitely a product of engineering and not nature... The clock is ticking, yobbo! After what seemed to be a geological era, I finally got his attention and said "Gimmetwo012sacableandsomecansandgetthefuckouttamyway", or something to that effect. Plugged them in, gave them the quickie "can you fog a mirror" test, paid the drone, and boogied (to the extent that my superannuated, steatopygous carcass can be said to "boogie").
Got to the venue as the chorus was warming up, did the blitz-tempo setup, realized there there's no table to set the board and Masterlink up on- fine, they'll work okay stacked in my lap. Started soloing mics for the health check, and one of the brandy-new 012s now sounds like a cement mixer (my cold joint). Why didn't you do that in the _store_, you gravy-sucking pig? Take it down, turn my back to the chorus, give it three short, sharp raps and a handful of choice obscenities. Hang it back up, smile at the chorus- it behaves just fine for the rest of the day...
I roughed together a half-decent live mix in the phones, punched go on the Masterlink, and striped three tunes in a little over 2 hours (this choral director does _not_ screw around). Rendered the material, handed over the CD-R before the last of the talent had even got off the risers, gratefully accepted the check in payment, and was on my way home by 8pm.
I'm getting too old for this location stuff. Now I remember why I got _out_ of this business for all those years!