It's Not Just for Breakfast Anymore!

Fiber Optics and the coming revolution in Live Events signal distribution.

 

When
you mention the word fiber to most event staging folks it is likely that the
reaction will be a commiserating hand on the shoulder and a comment that their
doctor said the same thing to them followed by an invitation to compare
medications prescribed as well.  
In truth for most of us employed in the collection
of industries I like to call the Live Life any practical experience with fiber
optics is usually limited to having one of those color changing tubes shaped
like a Christmas tree.  Oooooh pretty! There is a good reason the industry
has paid very little mind to the coming revolution in topology- we need to be
confident in the pathways and conduit which we send video and audio down.
 We cannot ask of a do-over when things go amiss, its live People!

Because
of the nature of these live events the staging industry is resistant to and
even 
suspicious of changes to the main backbones infrastructure.  One only
has to take a look at how long it took DMX to truly take hold and the rather
limp implementation of the ACN protocol, which has many called for applications
and improvements yet still is relatively unknown.  One only has to look at
how few shops implement Ethernet control on their devices to understand the
situation. Don’t get me started in how bumpy the early days of wireless mics
were!  Beyond the confidence factor and mantra that you are only as good
as your last show - heck these days you are only as good as your last CUE!-
there is often a good deal of information and skills ramp up required.

I spent
ten years away from the event staging world earning my living in the cushy
upholstered rooms of an AV manufacturer- helping folks get their residential
and corporate boardrooms systems designed and tech supported.  These types
of projects always involved some cutting edge product, technique or interface
but alas, fiber was almost never used - unless it was as a run to the pool
house from the main living area to prevent damage from a lighting strike. When
I reentered the world of live events the first few months were like looking at
the fishbowl from within. So much had remained the same with the switchers,   miles and miles of Copper and DVI connectors!  A DVI connector would have
caused a near riot if spotted being installed to a home or boardroom - how
quaint! But the changes were almost too daunting to consider with full blown
media servers which have built in tools for projection geometry/ image masking,
HD-SD everywhere and Fiber by the reel stacked on tall shelving units with bins
of SC and LC connectors.  I would be lying if I did not feel just a bit
intimidated by it. 

Fiber
is just too much to learn and the terminations are so finicky as to require
special epoxies and clean suits in special rooms like those you see in Intel
commercials, certainly not a field termination system! I mean, really the price
alone is prohibitive enough to restrict its use to esoteric shows or the ‘Big
Boys’ only.  Well Buck-O’ I am here to tell you in the simple words of
Col. Sherman T. Potter - Horse Hockey! Well, mostly. The Truth is that Fiber is
not nearly as delicate anymore and new termination tools make the job easily
mastered by anyone who has terminated BNC connections.  Tactical fiber and
connectors make the topology as rugged if not more than its copper compatriots
- Heck the military uses this stuff in the field nowadays. The issue of cost is
where the ‘Well, mostly” part comes in but it might not be on the scales of differential
you have pictured in your head.



On
Episode Seven of AVNation.TV’s Live Life Podcast we tackle this emerging and
growing use of Fiber on Live Shows.  We dig deep into the topic with
experts Barry Grossman of WorldStage Inc and Bill Brady of Alford Media. We
learn the basics of fiber, pitfalls to avoid and the practical knowledge to begin
your conversion from copper. Fiber has solutions for event companies of all sizes
and we ask- when will your shop be next? Join us for an entertaining and
informative hour of all things fiber - I promise it will wake you up!

Their Faces Haunt Me, Even Now

*This is a repost from an earlier blog on Tumblr (which is now defunct). The original post was made circa 2008-ish). 

I wrote this brief first person a year ago for a friend who asked on his blog if anyone in the AV industry would be willing to share their experience of September 11th.  My story is not that of those far, far braver than me who were trying to escape the buildings, and it is irrelevant compared to those who charged into the buildings attempting to save others.  It is quite like the thousands who experienced the day firsthand and offer it up only as one record of a moment that is still not settled in my head. 

 While my story is not about escaping from the burning buildings, I was there on that fateful day; more precisely, I was about 20 blocks away.

The company I worked for then and ten years later worked for again installed and had service contracts on the multimedia components for the Museum of Jewish Heritage, the National Museum of the American Indian, and several offices in and around the WTC.  

On September 11th, I was walking down the West Side Highway, making my way to MJH, when the
first plane struck.  I did not see nor hear the plan roar in as I was, in a youthful bout of folly, listening to my music at an obscene level (wearing a pair of Sony MDR headphones, which I still own). 

Just before the impact, I received a pager message asking me to go to an installation job at the Guggenheim first.  I was pissed as this was on the east side and uptown- completely in the opposite direction. I cranked up my music louder and turned my heel to find the nearest subway station.  By my reckoning, I entered the Houston subway at about 8:35.

As I exited the subway at 85th and Lexington, I turned on my radio to listen to WNYC’s morning
edition in time to catch a report that a ‘small aircraft, possibly a helicopter, had crashed into the North Tower.  My first thoughts were of the B-25 bomber that crashed into the Empire State Building in
late 1945.  But that was a cloudy day with low ceilings; this was a clear, bright blue day- odd.  The news went on, and I went into the Guggenheim. 

We were finishing up some project rooms on the lower level when we heard a scream from a meeting room just down the hall. This was no ordinary scream - someone was hurt.  We ran down the hall to find a great deal of commotion, and on the room's large screen TV, the South Tower was also now on fire and visibly swaying.  A second plane just hit, someone told me. I don’t remember sitting down.

As we sat and watched the live feed, the news was reporting three, four, or more planes possibly being hijacked as flight control reported that their transponders were off.  No one knew yet if this was just an attack on NYC or if other cities were to be attacked, but we did know that the subways were stopped and Grand Central had gone into lockdown. Unsure of where the next strike would happen and what famous building would be struck, we decided to leave.  We got outside just in time for my radio to crackle to life with high-pitched voices describing the fall of Tower 1 - which we could see clearly from the front of the museum. 

I could describe the horror. The shock- but what I remember the most is the near-heavy quietness
that overtook the city.  The scream of sirens that seemed ceaseless and the roar of fighter jets flying crossing patterns over the island broke initially but eventually became swallowed up in the quiet shock.  

All of the above does not consume me - it plays out like a TV show in my head, nothing more. What still haunts me are the posters and fliers of the ‘missing’ that were everywhere almost overnight.  Thousands of faces looking back atop and surrounded by desperate pleas to call if someone found them (hopefully in a hospital bed with no ID).

About a week and a half after the event, I was asked if I would be comfortable heading down to ground zero to diagnose, set schedules, and prepare the museums - especially the Museum of Jewish Heritage - for re-opening.   Nothing could have prepared me for the devastation, the still smoldering steel, and the smell.  

The smell of concrete, dust, and charred flesh. The latter hung in the air like a sheer curtain and lodged itself in your nostrils.  The walkways were lined with plywood boards filled with photos of the missing, notes of love and grief, stuffed animals, flowers, and lockets.  It still causes me to stream tears when I think of it, even now. The sense of loss is too great to ever diminish completely. 

My Strongest memory is of walking into Grand Central two weeks after the event and making my way to the missing person's boards around the facility (something, it seems, that everyone did even though the pictures never changed). The quiet urgency that seemed to
become our new normal was broken by a cry that expressed pain, surprise, and something
completely unanticipated, joy.  

As if one, we gathered around the board, moving in almost instinctively.  Grim faces turned and contorted in ways many thought would not be possible again. I saw on the faces of those around me the same quivering lips and streaming tears as on my face, along with the biggest grins.  To this day, this moment, the memory makes me weep openly and smile - to have seen that missing post plastered with large red letters scrawled across - FOUND!  Thank You, NY!

I have never hugged so many strangers before or since.  It was a turning point. She was ALIVE! FOUND and in the company of those who loved her. To me, then and now, it meant hope was still possible.