FOH at Large

It is my experience as an observer of human nature that our temperament is never quite satisfied with what we have or what we easily acquire. While this is not an overly profound observation or one that will get me into the philosopher’s hall of fame, it is, nonetheless, a reoccurring theme in my life personally and professionally. For example, as much as I desire to give my children everything, it has been one of my lessons that they will have more appreciation for the things they receive if they are required to work for them.

Audio, music, baseball (New York Yankees) and girls are pretty much all I think about and not necessarily in that order. Well, not really girls since I’m married, but something like it. Believe me, I’m not trying to imply that I’m shallow…OK, I’m a superficial scum, so sue me, but they do all go together, although maybe not in this article. So, just for expediency, if I forget about the girls, it leaves audio, music and baseball. That brings to mind the steroid scandal of 2007, and boy does that upset me! Not because of the obvious reasons, such as drug use or that George Mitchell is the director of the Boston Red Sox and not one Red Sox player was named in his report. Nope. The cause of my distress is that the steroid scandal makes me think of politics, technology and ethics, and that gets in the way of my important thoughts about audio, music, baseball and girls (or in my case, my wife). 

The idiomatic phrase “This is not Madison Square Garden,” when directed at an audio company, sends a universal meaning that is not bound by either state lines or time zones. While I am certain that the names of other major event institutions have been employed in the same allegorical fashion as Madison Square Garden, it appears that evoking the image of this iconic venue epitomizes all that is grand and glamorous in the concert world. Though I am New York-based and have often worked at “The Garden,” I have also done shows in almost every state and have traveled ex-tensively around the globe. Regardless of where I go, the aforementioned axiom keeps popping up.

An engineer friend of mine, who is now retired from the business, started his audio career in the early 1970s and spent most of the ensuing 30 years traveling throughout the world mixing front of house and monitors. As well as being an excellent engineer, he is endowed with a charismatic charm, wit and a talent for networking. He was in with the rock ‘n’ roll elite and always worked with top name acts in the business.

The AES convention is the feeding frenzy of the audio world. Like sharks to chum, audiophiles from the world over descend upon the caucus and devour the newest, the latest and the yet-to-come of the best that audio manufacturers can offer. It is a feeding frenzy catering to the most basic needs of any gear-head. As exhilarating as it is overwhelming in its enormity, the experience of AES truly has the feel of a school of sharks gorging themselves on the massive body of a whale until they are overly satiated by their own gluttony and can do nothing but float belly-up in a stupor. Each year seems to bring more vendors, newer products and, in short, more bells and whistles. While many products are just the same old offerings in a new package, there are always the new designs, add-ons and plug-ins that make the convention exciting and worthwhile. 

I recently returned from a trip to Cancun, Mexico, and other than the tequila and the beautiful beach, my most memorable day was one spent at Chichen-Itza, site of one of the well-known Mayan pyramids in the Yucatan Peninsula. The Pyramid of King Kuku lkán, the serpent god, is the centerpiece of the area and dates back to about A.D. 1100. This spectacular pyramid showcases the astronomical, architectural and political brilliance of its creators. During the autumn and spring equinox, due to the position of the sun, one can still witness a shadowy snake moving impressively down the north stair. The story is told that the priests, because of their precise knowledge of the seasons, would come out and address the masses assembled below the pyramid and tell them when to expect rain. The arrival of the rain on the predicted date would cement the priest’s claim that he had a direct line to god who, in the form of the bird-serpent Quetzalcoatl, lived in the temple built on top of the pyramid. The proof of Quetzalcoatl’s alliance with the priests was that if someone clapped their hands at the bottom of the pyramid, the returning echo is a sound similar to the quack of a duck.