Countdown to Vegas

It’s Monday night and, besides plowing through Neil Young’s exhaustive biography, I ain’t doin’ a whole lot. But in six short days, all signs of stagnation will evaporate as The Mighty Weave and I touch down in sunny Las Vegas. No, we’re not going to count cards under the tutelage of Kevin Spacey (based on a great book, by the way); we’re gonna rip the lid off NAB! What’s that you say? Only the world’s largest electronic media show - an annual gathering of more than 100 thousand broadcasters that overtake the neon blight of the Vegas strip every April. It’s been twenty four months since Team Slinger tripped the showroom floor and with the jet lag from that red eye finally wearing off, it’s high time to do it again. This year however it won’t just be us country bumpkins on the prowl, for the one and only Rick Portier of Turd Polisher infamy is bringing his sequined jumpsuit along for more than a little photog karaoke. If that weren’t enough, we’ll be rubbing sore shoulders with our lenslinging brethren at the Harley-Davidson café as the lovely and gracious Kevin Johnson leads us all in quiet reflection at the B-Roll Bash. So what’s in it for you? Eh…perhaps we’ll shoot a few videos, take some pictures, gather analysis or just up-chuck on a cactus. Either way, we’ll do our best to represent, all while keeping our fifteen collective readers in mind. No promises, though! After all, what happens in Vegas ... quickly becomes a tired cliché. Just sayin’.