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Oh No! Not More Trade Shows!With Apologies to Everyone, I'm Afraid SoI don't spend my life going to trade shows, even though you, my thousands of millireaders, must think by now that I do. It's not all travel! A much greater percentage of my alleged life I spend at home in Sedona. But that rarely engenders photography of more than our beautiful sunsets and gorgeous sceneries. As nice as they are, they don't come with goofy signs and odd features to be admired and ridiculed, sometimes simultaneously. They're rocks! Nice rocks, but rocks. Also, we're learning to commit golf! And practicing Mah-jongg*. I could write a blog about Mah-jongg. Maybe I will, but only after we've had more experience. Did you know that you can't use jokers in pairs? Did you know that if you take a tile that someone discards for a "concealed" hand, you're dead? Our opponents/teachers are merciless. Fortunately, it's a different kind of dead, the kind from which you recover at the end of the game, lest your opponents have no one further to belabor. So Trade Shows It Is, NAMM and NABThis year the scheduling gods provided me an unparalleled boon: The two shows dovetailed to the extent that I was saved about five hundred miles of driving. From Sedona to Anaheim to Las Vegas to Sedona in one trip with Tesla Superchargers along the way. NAMM is the music show, with the Hall of Ukes. NAB is the broadcasting show, whatever broadcasting means nowadays. My last NAMM show was in 2019, and in effect it was their last NAMM show, too. I tend to go on alternate years because, well, there's another, different trade show for public safety that I go to on non-NAMM years. And you may recall that a certain pandemic affected public gatherings in 2020 through 2022. It's been four years-plus since my last trip to Anaheim. There are worse fates, and one of them would be for me to repeat a lot of what I wrote about the 2019 version. There's a conveniently located link above for introductory material. I was sure to check out the company that did nothing but make conductors' batons. Still thriving! Could I find an equivalent? I think I did!
Hey! What about NAB?We leave the NAMM show in record blog-time and drive from Anaheim to Las Vegas with a stop in Baker, California, to charge the Tesla. I've heard of Bakersfield, but not Baker until it was festooned with a field of Tesla Superchargers. Was it even there prior to their planting? The NAB show wasn't exactly a disappointment, since I wasn't expecting much. Industries change, and this was the 100th anniversary of the National Association of Broadcasters. Reflecting on this, I realized that I had been to my first NAB show more than half its existence ago. Extending that thought, I realized that not only am I older than commercial television, but my corporeal existence has overlapped by far more than half that of radio itself. Emitting a relatively soft "yikes," I put aside the wool I was gathering and move along to my minimal reportage. Broadcasting Barely ExistsInstead, it has become Balkanized, with actual broadcasting using Hertzian waves radiated through the atmosphere uncomfortably joined with satellite, wire, and fiber transmission. Furthermore, it is far more interactive, beyond calling a DJ on the "telephone***" and asking for a song to be played. I've decided that this is OK, in the same sense that it's OK that my postal mail*** no longer is bulked with "magazines" and consists primarily of lawyer ads and class-action-suit notifications. In the run-up to the show, several emails per day from NAB itself reminded me that the new, gorgeous West Hall of the convention center would actually feature broadcasters and their appurtenances. You know, transmitters, antennae, and other semi-obsolete trappings of the trade. It was almost true, although even those exhibits were compressed by the surrounding jargon booths, with OTT, ingestion, playout, and "The Future Of" exhibitors. Reading the above, you might conclude I am bitter about modern developments. No, I only sound bitter, which is more my literary intention than my real feelings. In fact, I find it—understanding the jargon, extrapolating what it will mean for the world, for the business, and for life as she is lived—fascinating and challenging. The future is and was before us. Even Nearer and Dearer to This Blogger...
NAB was a big show; I'm not even trying to do it justice here. Unlike NAMM, there was an NAB show last year, and I provided a slightly more gear-intensive write-up last April. Hopefully I'll get to commit some trade-show-free blogs between now and the next one, the must-attend Audio Engineering Society convention in New York City in October. More Mah-jongg? Golf exploits? Who knows? |
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