humidity, chaos and plenty to eat
AICP week in NY. Schmoozing. Power Meetings. Public drunkenness. And more.
We seek out old friends. We look to make news ones. And, try to avoid everyone else in between. It's like a camp reunion, senior prom and a Shriner's convention all rolled into one. At times enjoyable. On occasion painful. Always exhausting. As Woody Allen famously said 90% of life is showing up. Many of us do exactly that including yours truly.
First thing Monday morning right to AICP NATIONAL BOARD OF DIRECTORS MEETING. It's an all day affair, 9am to 4pm. We review all the business of the Association. This ranges from individual chapters status and committee progress reports to upcoming elections and pressing industry concerns. Contrary to popular belief, there are quite a few issues being addressed that provide real benefit to the membership. I won't spend too much time dwelling on the specifics. It will all be covered in a soon to be release AICP online blog/newsletter that will be informative, brief and entertaining.
Most people are more interested in the interpersonal politics in the room than the issues being discussed. Out of respect for the board members, I won't speak out of school. I can only talk to my actions. I have an opinion on virtually every topic. I talk way too much and become increasingly cranky with each passing hour. My pontifications probably add another 90 minutes to an already way too long a day. This reason alone may lead to a Gray Davis type recall of my election. On second thought, we see how that turned out.
Overall, the best way to describe the day is anecdotal. As I walked into the 7pm screening, I ran into Diane McArter. During a quick catch up she inquired about the Board Meeting. As we were pressed for time she asked me to give her a one sentence summary. I paused and said only "Progress". She seemed satisfied with the response. I thought it accurate. I bet my fellow board members wished the previous day I would've been as economical with my words.
After the board meeting, I attended an installment of the DGA's 75th ANNIVERSARY LECTURE SERIES. This one celebrated the TV commercial. Jeff Goodby led a panel discussion compromised of Joe Pytka, Bob Giraldi, George Gomes, Jim Gartner and Bryan Buckley. The event opened with a montage of classic TV commercials from the early 60's and leading up to present day. It was followed by Goodby introducing each director accompanied by a brief retrospective of their work. It was impressive. Viewing the work gave me a renewed appreciation for the craft, creativity and cultural relevance of our industry. Afterwards the panel regaled the audience with stories of business past and present. As much has changed, much remains the same.
After the DGA event, I stuck to my Woody Allen philosophy and cabbed it down to THE MILL. This "eve before the show" gathering has become a go to event. I was slightly reluctant as last years scene at the door was like the fall of Saigon. Thankfully this year access was more civilized with a specific guest list accompanied by a fancy bar code system. At the party, I grabbed a beer, saw a few friendly faces then called it a night. It was beautiful outside so I decided to walk into Soho and stop at Ben's Famous Pizza for a slice before heading back to the Standard.
On Tuesday I had a series of meetings at Epoch. No need to bore you with the details. I was curious about the Next Awards but duty called plus there are limits to my industry event toleration. Let's get right to the main event, the AICP MOMA SHOW.
This year I broke my long standing tradition of never attending the screening. Brian Carmody chaired the show and I wanted to hear his speech. He was very respectful giving the nod to long time friend, mentor and show predecessor TK Knowles. He acknowledged the hard work of the AICP staff and his new appreciation for the job Matt Miller does. The highlight for many was his good humored stab at David Zander.
THE PARTY. The first AICP show I attended was in 1994. In the five years preceding I looked forward to the event. I was in the museum at night. I got a chance to network. Meet people I've only spoke to on the phone or heard about through others. There were more people I wanted to see than to avoid. Today, I've become like the cranky old Uncle that sits in the corner complaining about everything yet continues to attend every family function.
"It's too hot...This is the only scotch they have...Who can have a conversation with all this noise...My feet are killing me...Is it time to leave yet...When are they going to bring out dessert..."
My rolling complaints albeit annoying were somewhat truthful. It was crowded. It was hot. It was noisy. But the good news is no one left hungry. There was food at every corner. I especially loved those pass around sliders with potato chips. I had two. My own personal cynicism aside, the show is a great and honored tradition and of significant value to the industry.
After MOMA, I went to the BOOM BOOM ROOM at THE STANDARD for the after party. Justin from Psyop was kind enough to provide an invite for me. He did so even after spending all of Monday seated next to meet at the National Board meeting. I love this space. It's reason enough to attend. I had a Johnny Walker as a night cap and made a sociable lap around the room before turning in.
As I exited I shared one final laugh with Lisa Rich. I then took the elevator 6 floors down to my room on the 12th floor, immediately tore off my clothes, brushed my teeth, jumped into bed and caught the 12:30 edition of Sportscenter. The perfect ending to an action packed 48 hours.
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