More Scootin’ Along ~ Guest Post by Steven Miller

My friend Steven is one of my very best friends. He has his own health issues and certainly his very own style of wit. He offers this guest blog ~ hopefully his first of many! Without further ado, welcome Steven!

More Scootin’ Along

My name is Steven and I do not have MS. I am a music producer and consider Erika one of my very closest friends. The NAMM convention she describes in her “Scootin’ Along” story is one of the most noisy and physically exhausting environments I have ever encountered. I have always marveled at those had to endure the non stop madness for days on end.

Manny’s Music in New York City is perhaps the most famous music store in the US. On any given Saturday, the store is jam packed with 30 guitar shredding kids plugged into amps turned up to 10, 20 or more; drummers violently assaulting various kits and congas; and countless folks pounding on a vast array of keyboards and synthesizers. Add to that trumpets and trombones blaring, and well, you get the picture. The sheer cacophony is simply astonishing.

Now, imagine that x 1,000!!!!! That is the mind numbing experience known as NAMM. Good luck trying to hear anyone talk to you unless their mouth happens to be no more than 4 inches from your ear.

As an attendee, my limit was 1 day for about 3 hours max. Any more than that and your brain throws up the white flag before completely shutting down. Even if you don’t touch alcohol, I guarantee that you need at least a few drinks just to come back to earth after even just 3 hours in the convention center.

As luck would have it, I developed a music software product a few years ago, and you guessed it. My NAMM status immediately morphed from attendee to vendor. From that point on, I would no longer have the luxury of leaving when I reached the breaking point. I now had to demonstrate my product every second of every day!

While I was bemoaning this situation to Erika, we were also discussing her upcoming NAMM reality – introducing a red scooter as her newest and most eye catching fashion statement since a particularly alluring blue silk number that used to attract potential clients by the dozen.

While I do not have MS, I am afflicted with a severe back ailment that sometimes requires weeks of uninterrupted bed rest. I count myself very fortunate when I can get through any 24 period without crippling pain. The catch is that I never know what is going to transform a good day into a bad one. Sometimes it is a cough, sometimes it’s just lifting the lightest of items off a desk, and sometimes it’s simply turning my head the wrong way.

Near the end the first day of NAMM, I was in the midst of my umpteenth product demonstration when I spotted Erika’s red scooter rounding the corner to the isle I was situated. While trying to simultaneously keep eye contract  with my audience and the various computer screens that contained my demo material, I couldn’t help but notice that the scooter was heading straight into 4 foot tall stand that held a large speaker.

Knowing she had laid waste to one booth already, I was not eager to see her plow into this thing and have a 75 pound speaker come crashing down on top of her. I thought that maybe she would eventually recognize her predicament, but unfortunately was distracted by industry friends wanting to greet her and the red scooter.

Time was running out and impact was imminent. On top of this, I was still conducting my demonstration while trying to figure out how to stop this disaster. Luckily, I caught the eye of an assistant and simply said “Erika.” With that, I turned my head to the left to point out the situation that the assistant needed to deal with. To my shock and dismay though, the act of quickly flinging my head hit the proverbial spinal jackpot – sending excruciating pain throughout my body and almost launching me out of the high stool I was sitting on.

At that same moment, blood curdling screams and all forms of low brow expletives came roaring out of my mouth at a high pitched squeal. And if that wasn’t enough, I was wearing a headset microphone for the demonstration that was being pumped into some good sized speakers.

Apparently, this all added up to cause the volume of my amplified voice to be far and away the loudest element in the already deafeningly loud convention center hall. This became clear when virtually all time and space stopped momentarily. The hall became like one of those classic EF Hutton commercials – “When EF Hutton speaks, everyone listens.” Suddenly, you could hear a pin drop. It was like someone hit the mute button of the TV set and everyone just stood in place.

And funny enough, even though this was hardly how I planned it, my outrageous pain did at least serve the initially intended purpose. Erika did slam on the breaks as everything and everyone around her stopped in their tracks. So while she avoided deadly contact with one of JBL’s newest speakers, I was writhing in pain directly in front of 40-50 people who still were interested in the finer points of my software product.

When calm was restored, Erika asked what all the fuss was about. As it turns out, she had no idea how close she was to disaster. Even in my highly diminished state, I had to laugh. But the funniest thing though was, at that point, I needed the scooter just as much as she did! Although she declined to lend it to me, I did forgive her.

2 thoughts on “More Scootin’ Along ~ Guest Post by Steven Miller

  1. I had no idea! Thanks for throwing yourself under the bus to save my mom, but maybe next time, try a safer route for yourself?

    And too bad mom doesn’t go to NAMM anymore, you guys could have raced those scooters down the aisles!

  2. Hahaha great story Uncle Steve… Not so funny about your back (no bueno) but this would ONLY happen to the two of you!! ; )

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