It’s Not The Heat, It’s The HumidityPosted: October 11, 2007
We’ve just returned from New York and the 123rd Audio Engineering Society Convention. Big fun.
Being a native New Yorker who moved away some years ago, I’m always surprised but not really when I go back. New York is filled with people racing down the street to get somewhere. Except for the other people ambling along taking in the sights, annoying the ones who are racing to get somewhere. The subway is loud and fast, except when you’re in a hurry, and then it never comes. The city is very much the same as it has always been, and totally different.
Rick and I were very excited to leave Los Angeles where it was technically fall but the temperature was in the 80’s and people were walking around in shorts and flipflops. We arrived in New York to find that … it was fall and 83 degrees and people were walking around in shorts and flipflops. The only difference was the addition of that famous New York humidity, which does interesting things to my hair.
The AES Convention runs for four days, and takes place at the Javits Center, located on 34th Street, way over on the west side. Conventions are a great opportunity to learn about advances in your particular field. Rick ran into quite a few old friends, and spent a lot of time talking about the latest equipment, the newest techniques, and current trends in the recording industry. He got a fabulous deal on a really great microphone, and talked to a lot of really interesting people.
All in all, it was a very successful trip to New York, marred only by the 14 hours we spent at JFK when our flight home was canceled. After five days of blistering sun, the moment we stepped onto the plane to come home, the weather changed and it started to pour with rain. We sat on the tarmac for four hours until the airline decided to cancel the flight, whereupon we returned to the terminal at 11:00 p.m. to wait for the next flight out in the morning. For some reason I have always imagined that the airport was a magical place that came to life at 3:00 a.m., with the cleaning crew dancing around as they swept the floors, and excited travelers singing of their hopes and dreams as they waited for the flights that would take them to their new lives.
I can now report that the cleaning crew does not dance at 3:00 a.m., even a little bit, and no one sings. Which is a shame because we had a great microphone with us. We did manage to snag a few pillows and some blankets from the airline and tried to sleep on the airport chairs, but sadly, there was no magic to be found anywhere.
It was a great trip, but it’s good to be back in LA where it may be hot, but at least you don’t get that horrible humidity, and my hair is once again looking normal.
Thanks, AES, for another great convention!