Thursday, December 31, 2009

Kicking 2009's Ass To The Curb.

I need to update this blog some more over the next few days, but please allow me to take some time to say this.

2009, go to h-e-double-hockey sticks. I've had bad years before, but never one like this. What a perfect storm of crapola.

Having said all that, 2010 will be spectacular. Why? Because sometimes you simply believe.

This isn't blind faith in the next 365 days. This is the resolve of hundreds of friends and acquaintences, people who know me well and don't really know me at all, people who could do plenty for me, and people who have done one simple favor that has resonated far into my hopes and determination.

Led by a surgeon that I didn't know 4 months ago, a family who I've known forever, Dunder Mifflin Infinity friends who know me all to well and know when I need a lift, Facebook friends who are simply there when you need to relax and refocus.

And then there are my video industry friends. Many of them I treasure because they are honest with me, but even if they disagree, they still will support me. Others pay lip service, which still is beneficial because it makes me realize that I can only depend on others once I depend on myself.

And then there are my TLA friends and foes, and trust me, the friends far outnumber the foes. I've taken the last few days to reach back out to people who I have been and may still be mightily pissed at because of the situation. This doesn't mean that I agree or am any happier about it, because I am not. However, the black bile that accompanies these things sometimes obscure that the answers no longer lie with them, they lie with what I decide to persue. The anger no longer serves a purpose.

And then there are the couple of former co-workers who I will never miss or care to see again, the true epitome of "waste of time". I emphasize that this applies to only about half a dozen people.

To sum up.

  • My surgeries are giving me hope.

  • My friends are giving me wisdom.

  • My faux-friends are giving me nothing, but that is par for the course.

  • My actions are givng me a future.

  • My family is giving me new life.

  • And you have given me a chance to vent, and by extension, succeed.

I can only hope to give you my new found strength if you ever need it.

It's just another New Year's Eve,

Another night like all the rest.


It's just another New Year's Eve,


Let's make it the best.


It's just another New Year's Eve,


It's just another Auld Lang Syne,


But when we're through this New Year, you'll see, will be


Just fine.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

My Christmas Favs Part One, with all the cheese intact,

While this Christmas has been extremely subdued and supplanted with other needs, I still have a fondness for some Christmas cheese and/or great films and TV shows.


I’ll list a few of my “must sees” each year over the course of the next few days.. What are yours?

I love Dickens, even though Some Dickens has been done to death. Of course, the most famous is the 1951 A CHRISTMAS CAROL, with Alistair Sims as old Ebenezer, and rightfully so.

However, I have a special place for other Scrooges. Here are a few quick lines on them.

SCROOGE (1970)—This musical version is not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love it, even though it has all the bloat of the best British film musicals of that time. Albert Finney, a fav of mine, is wonderful as old Ebenezer, but with make-up and actions, his Scrooge is a very ugly person all around.

It was told to me by the late Steve Friedman (a/k/a Mister Movie) that Finney was so thorough in his looks and demeanor that people thought a much older man played the part (Finney was fairly young at the time).

A grimy, bit odd, and really fun way to look at the Scrooge story,

AN AMERICAN CHRISTMAS CAROL – This was an ABC-TV movie version of the story starring the very underrated HENRY WINKLER. He may be the nicest guy in Hollywood. Here, the story is set in Depression era New England, and Winkler plays Benjamin Slade, who has become bitter through stubbornness, ego, and lost love.

He runs a savings and loan that is on a repossession tear. He is visited by the ghost of his former partner, and the variations on the three Christmas Ghosts. He progresses through life as a nice guy at odds with the times that exist, more in tune with the future. However, where he is, the past and tradition hold great sway and his ideas are dismissed. As he becomes more successful promoting progress and efficiency over people and old time values, he becomes more and more rejected, bitter, and lonely in the world that he lives in.

Nice period details, a nice effort to translate the story to another country and time, and Winkler is fine.

MISTER MAGOO’S CHRISTMAS CAROL – An animated version that really shouldn’t work, because except f0r the opening and closing bumpers, this abandons all of the tics and quirks of the title character, MR. MAGOO.

A traditional version told with great Broadway style songs, this is probably the first version of CAROL I ever remember seeing. The short running time makes for some streamlining, but it all works and is a joy to watch every year.



…more to come




Friday, December 18, 2009

Another Quick Knee Update For A Great Day.

Yeah, I’ve talked about my knee a lot. I am trying to find a rhythm for this blog that isn’t just copycatting other blogs and content.


As I hope you can see, I am a great source of knowledge for the video business, and have gotten a bit morose and angry over recent developments. I need to get my refocus on, and get ready to get back to work for 2010 and beyond.

One of those ways is to brag about my knees surgeries, since they are a definite sign for me that things will get better, and hopefully, something there helps you, as well.

Today, I saw my knee surgeon (or as I refer to him “GENIUS”) DR. CARL DEIRMENGIAN. This was the post-op follow up for my right knee replacement.

It has been 17 days. His words to me felt great. He said that my range of motion in my knee is amazing. My recovery is moving along excellently, and my leg strength is very good. Picture a big smile (a real one, not one of those EXTENZE GUY smiles) on my face the entire day.

I got the staples out, I can stop wearing the TED Stockings for circulation, and I can stop taking the Oxycoton, but I still will need the Percocet for pain management over the next few weeks.

I can also sleep carefully on my side!!! WooHoo!!!

He warned me that there will be stiffness and pain for a couple of months as it works itself into shape, but right now, I feel wonderful.

The great payoff is that it is full speed ahead for my left knee replacement on 2/3.

That means FULL SPEED AHEAD for getting back to work.

I did PT later in the day, and now use the cane exclusively, putting the walker in temporary mothballs. I did more steps and a walk outside, and then I rode to my apartment again today. One more in-home PT, and the a few outpatient PT visits.

Snow coming tomorrow, and yes, I feel it in my knee.

And I don’t have to shovel!!!

All in all, another great day.

And in a way, I owe this great day to all the great friends here, on Dunder Mifflin, at my old place of employment, in the video industry, and especially, my sister and my family. I am making it because you have convinced me I will make it.

Much love to all.

More knees up, Mother Brown

Today, 16 days after the right knee replacement, I actually got to get away from the house.

I needed to go to Lankenau to get some follow up x-rays to see how the knee is coming. I was driven there by my brother, Joe. I got to practice getting in and out of the car, and walked a good distance from the hospital entrance to Radiology on the Second Floor.


I used the walker, though I am getting better at the cane, and maybe will use that outside soon, Right now, it is used inside, and does double duty as a pokey stick and something else for the puppy to terrorize. Of course, I had to buy a cool looking one, and need to bling it up to show off. Right now, it is a cane, it will soon be a walking stick, and finally a status symbol desired by everyone.

Radiology was packed, but it only took about 15 minutes to get called back.

I had to do standing x-rays, which I did without the cracking sounds that my knees usually admit.

Then some lying down ones. One of them required that I lay on my right side. Well, if you have been reading my updates, you know that I am currently not allowed to do that. I have to sleep on my back, which drives me nuts, and I really cannot bend my knee in bed.

Well, I got to lay on my side AND bend my knee as far as I could (and amazingly, I can bend it pretty far without much pain right now). OMG, this was heaven. If it took them 10 hours to finish the x-rays, that was fine with me, as long as I could lay in this wondrous position.

X-rays went fine, and I had to get up. Damn!

Of course, since I was told that I actually had an appointment for tomorrow for x-rays, not today, it then dawned on me that my post-op surgeon’s appointment was also tomorrow. Call me MR. CALENDAR MAN. I was 24 hours early.

Sigh.

So, I walked back, never really feeling overly tired. I do, now.

Then, I decided to head back to my apartment, which I haven’t seen for 2 ½ weeks. It looked gorgeous and actually seemed to miss me.

In one of those strokes of luck, the people from QWEST DIAGNOSTICS had been trying to get a hold of me to take blood samples for my Coumadin (blood thinner) levels, but they didn’t know that I was at my sisters. They finally called my cell phone, and we were both close enough that we met at the apartment, and the first thing I got as a welcome home greeting was a prick in the arm.

I grabbed my favorite pillow (forgot my blankie), the mail (I need magazines to read!) and some DVD’s to watch, and headed back. Sadly, since I have been laid off, I do not receive screening copies anymore .(industry friends, if you can spare extras right now, I would be forever grateful). Since I cannot afford to buy and new DVD’s right now, I am rewatching my favs. BTW, one of my favorite movies of all time, THE MUSIC MAN, comes out on Blu-ray on 2/2, one day before my left knee replacement operation. Just planning ahead.

Stopped to pay a couple of bills and drool over Christmas presents and lights that I cannot afford this year. (Next year, a PS3 for sure).

Then we grabbed a bag of hamburgers for my dad, bro, and the people home, and yes, the three damn moochy dachshunds.

Last stop was through these great drive-up milk stores called SWISS FARMS. Great essentials like milk, bread, and iced tea in gallon jugs, very fresh, very quick, very genius! You never get out of your car. They look like miniature barns.

Home again, where I putzed around for the afternoon. I then laid down about 6:30 after taking some meds and slept until 9:30 (Hence why I am probably up now).

I didn’t realize how little I did had tired me out so.

So, it is off to bed, off to the right post-op, wait for the snow storm, and do some in-home PT.

Oh, and find a job and get some Christmas Spirit going, which I do NOT have right now. However, it will come, as will 2010 and a new start,

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A quick one, while my knee is away.

As you can see, I have a new routine for a while. I figured I’d bore you with a quick update and see if you want a picture of the wound.

I'll preface this with how happy I am that my knee is going so well. If only the rest of my life would follow suit, it would be a wonderful life, indeed.

Yhank you gain for allowing me the indulgence of talking about what is turning out wonderfully. I'll get back to blogging about nonsense and the video industry that I love in the next few days


So, here is how things stand…

• Still no job. That has me really sad because I am bored out of my skull, and because I feel that I still have a hell of a lot to contribute. I can’t return to full work until the end of March, but I sure as hell would love some “bridge” work to get through these days. Someone had promised me a chance at some sweat equity on a project that they were starting, but that was two months ago, and no follow-up. Sigh….

• Right now, Christmas is gone. Since I had restructured my debts before the layoff to get some breathing room, I’ve been paying a good chunk of my take home to a debt management program. The amount I am paying every month was based on my then current salary, which is now $1,000 less a month minimum. Because of all the extra expenses for the surgery, plus the costs that are piling up with my dad’s illness, this is simply the YEAR WITHOUT A SANTA CLAUS. There WILL be a Santa Claus ths year, just a very resourceful and creative one.

• Tommy’s Christmas list is amazingly funny and fluid, ever changing, Yes, he writes to Santa Claus. He so wants to believe in something that actually comes true for him. I will get him some of the items, and deflect attention from the ones that are just out of the question right now. But because my dad will get better and I will get better, it will be a true wonderful Christmas.

• I am only concerned with getting something for Tommy, because he is majorly confused and sad right now. He is scared for me, scared for my dad, and has become very obstinate as he tries to keep his own life on track. He is now overly obsessed with Kelly Ripa, to the point where talks about almost nothing else. I feel like I’ve really failed him.

• My dad had four stents put in, and was to get more on Wed. Dec. 2nd, but he started losing blood and they rushed him to the hospital the same day as my surgery. It turns out he had developed a bleeding ulcer. So they delayed the next stent work for six weeks, into January.

• My surgery has gone amazingly well. I was almost discharged the next day, but because of all the hub-bub about my dad, I stayed one more day. Imagine that, getting a total right knee replacement and out in a little over 48 hours. By the time of discharge, I was walking 250-500 feet with a walker. I was able to put weight on the knee. I had a bit of trouble sleeping, since I have to lie on my back, and I am a side sleeper.

• Right now, I cannot stay in bed for more than 4 hours because the muscles in my leg get very stiff and sore. After that, I have to get up and move, sit at the table or in a chair for a couple of hours. My dad, God bless him, has been sleeping on the couch

• Since my sister is such a sweet and amazing person, she is opening her home to both my dad and my own recovery. She does not have a large house, and it has really strained her. She suffers from her own problems and pains. She is a teacher at Easter Seals. She is so trying to make things comfy for us. There aren’t that many beds, so since I need to sleep on my back, my dad sleeps on the couch. About 5 AM, when my leg won’t let me lie down anymore. I get up and sit at the dining room table, and I put my dad to bed in my bed. That way, he gets 4 or so hours of good sleep. Even so, it is tight and tense at times, with a total of 15 visiting nurse/ PT / OT between the two of us a week.

• In addition, Julie just found out that her mother-in-law has some very serious issues.

• Julie is a saint.

• My PT/OT is going extremely well. I have already climbed steps, gone for walks around the block, can bend my knee to a 110 degree angle (shooting for 120), and can now lift and stretch my leg without too much pain. I still need a walker outside, but inside, I have good balance with a cane. I may do a little outpatient PT in a few days. The only problems are the aforementioned stiffness and soreness from laying with the leg flat in bed.

• I feel very good, my vitals are excellent, but not much of an appetite right now.

• I get the staples out Thursday from my surgeon, Dr. Carl Deirmengian at Lankenau Hospital

• We start all over again on Jan 13, for the left knee replacement on 2/3.

• My family is the best. Hopefully, I get back to the work I know and love and that I am good at very soon. I am so bored.


...In the end, things are actually wonderful and can only get better. Go figure, but accomplishment, no matter what overshadows it, still is sweet, sweet accomplishment.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Knees Up! The saga of knee replacement made simple

Compared to my dad’s problems, my knee surgery is probably small change. As you may know, I’ve needed this for years (years and years of 50 hours + weeks on my feet in the video stores didn’t help).

I used to weigh 420 lbs. I could not get this done before because of the weight issue and the impact it would have on durability. I decided to do the first best idea that I had, and had gasttic bypass surgery, which has led to a current weight loss of 130 and counting. Unfortunately, I was a little lower, and was doing a great workout at www.o15workout.com, but as the end drew near for my position at the former premiere Philly video stores, I knew that money was going to dry up fast, so I stopped and put 15 pounds back on.

With the stress of looking for work, and finding out that cash is gone faster than I’ve ever seen,

Now, the perverse benefit is that by being laid off, it allows me to get my knees in order for a better package to present to potential employers. I’ve done a ton of doctors visit’s to get certification. I’ve peed a flood into bottle, been pincushioned to death, taken more deep breaths that Cheech and Chong, and answered multitudes of medical history questions. Did pulmonary, full dental check up, chest x-rays, multiple blood tests, cardiology, taking iron pills to get the blood ready, all the pre-admission tests.

So far, it has been all good. Today, I go back to my dentist to get them to fix a filling that they did last month. Tonight, I get all wired up and have a sleep study. Last one that I did eventually involved very little sleep, since I could not get comfortable. Diagnosed with sleep apnea, I was give a breathing machine that eventually took up residence in my closet.

In between, going to see my dad at Lankenau Hospital Rm. 152.

Friday, I see my surgeon Dr, Carl Deirmengian for what I hope it the green light for the first surgery on 12/1.

Boring, maybe, but this is very important to me. With the age of 54 staring me in the face in less than three weeks, there isn’t much time for a life reboot, so I am putting it all in here and now.

Thanks for listening. And thanks to my friends who have helped me get this far. I hope I can serve the same purpose when you need it.



Friday, November 6, 2009

Blu-velvet? How about that there Blu-ray thingee?

I am one of the biggest fans of Blu-ray around. I’ve talked about it, championed it, tried to get a couple of studios to develop a program to really introduce it at a grass roots, intelligent level, and simply have loved it. I think ti is tremendous.

However, the more I talk with my friends, other consumers, retailers, and friends on various websites, I am beginning to wonder if you really know what you have and what it can do. My love of it has to be tempered with what I see as reality and wasted opportunity.

I see that the sales of Blu-ray discs seem to be rising, but I have to start to question who they are being sold to. Many retailers that I talk with on the rental side are lukewarm at best about the current state of them, quoting figures of about 2.5% penetration. That is after three years.

That is not impressive, at all IMHO. I’ve always felt that the way to introduce the format to the masses lies not in the mass-marketers, but in where people talk to other people every day about their home entertainment choices. That was my stores (when I was there), that is your local video stores.

Hollywood fought tooth and nail against VHS rental, but rental proved to be the foot in the door to a massive new industry. The intro of DVD, while sexy and revolutionary, was designed to be for sales, but you cannot deny that the explosive growth and revitalization of what was becoming a stagnant industry has to largely be credited with those retailers who saw that continued growth and success started with DVD rental.

As I talk with people about Blu-ray, I get blank stares and tune-outs more than I get agreement anymore. The converted are huge champions of the format, but to convert them is confusing at best and futile (right now) at worst.

Some conceptions/misconceptions:

• Many, if not most, of the HDTV’s that have been sold over the last few years are 720p. Beautiful, yes, but unable to fully utilize the 1080p resolution of a Blu-ray player. Therefore, in theory, the Blu-ray player by itself cannot be fully appreciated on a lot of the new sets, sets that people have paid hundreds of dollars for because of the digital transition (don’t get me started on how that has been botched). I don’t care how fast a car can go, if you can’t drive it that fast, the promise of ultimate speed is unrealized.

• The upconverting DVD players do a really good job of faking it, to the point that many people cannot see any difference in picture quality.

• Pricing on Blu-ray is higher than DVD. No better way to promote a new format to the general public than to premium price it, especially in this economy. That is sarcasm. For most films, if the DVD is cheaper than the Blu-ray, the choice for most people is obvious.

• While some studios have done a nice job on properly choosing back catalog, many choices are frankly head scratchers. Let’s make a wild assumption: Blu-ray, unlike DVD, did with VHS will not make DVD obsolete, it will not cause stores to completely phase out DVD. Will it save the DVD format? It can enhance the experience, but the titles have to be the kind that will benefit from what Blu-ray has to offer.

• Whatever happened to the promise that whole seasons of TV series can be housed on one Blu-ray disc? Will we ever get there? (Value)

• When the consumer wants to watch a film, they do not want to wait while some cute animation and/or progress bar tells them to wait while loading. They hated the 5 to 10 second loading time of VHS, why so they want to wait a half minute or more for Blu-ray to load, and then to have it do it again at times when they change between some functions?

• Why, too, do they need to buy a disc, put it in, only to be told they need a software update? It begins to become a hassle/ While the internet connection is a cool bell and whistle, I would bet many general consumers aren’t that ready to hook it up. They already paid good money for an HDMI cable, and now they not only need another connection, but they will have to figure out a way to update their machine to just watch a film. Add to that the fact that many may buy an older unit that will never be able to be updated completely, and improper updating leads to you owning a brick, a non-functioning paper weight.

• The prospect of multitudes of people buying the $49 Black Friday players without any education or support, other than to grab it before someone gets trampled scares me even more. All the Blu-ray industry needs right now are a ton of new Blu-ray owners who think it is as simple as DVD, when it isn’t. In addition, does it not make sense that if these people have waited for the price to drop to under $50, then they are probably not going to pay 60-70% of the player price for ONE film?

• Why did we have the prolonged battle against HD-DVD, only to win that battle with the feeling of “what do we do now” with the victory spoils.

These are just a few concerns, and I am not saying I am right, and would love to be proven wrong. However, I do believe that once you take off the Blu-color glasses, you have to still ask and answer a tone of questions.

I love Blu-ray and hope that it succeeds. I like owning things that I can actually own, not a series of 1's and 0's in a digital cloud somewhere. I like to browse bins and talk with people. I just worry that love needs to be reciprocated, and in the case of Blu-ray, I don't know what love will be returned.

I’ll try to help, and hope others will, as well. Ask away…

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Contradictions? Opposites? The exception that proves the rule?

I really don’t know how to categorize this. I am sure someone who reads this will.

As I hit the (sort of) halfway point from THE LAST DAY of work to THE FIRST DAY of the next phase, knee surgery, my heads overflows with conflicting thoughts. At times, I feel like this is new opportunity, and then disappointment with how this opportunity has to be achieved. The causes of same start to do battle.

I’ve always prided myself on my loyalty. I’ve mentioned previously here and elsewhere about opportunities presented and refused, or chances not taken because of “loyalty”. Trust me, loyalty has it great points, but loyalty can be a freaking road block when it morphs into a type of stubbornness to really look and accept the case at hand. Blind loyalty, I believe it is called. But blind loyalty can be as dangerous as blind faith.

Back to me. Essentially, I've screwed up loyalty to myself.

I’ve always tried to be there when needed. I think I’ve done a fairly good job of accomplishing that goal. Loyalty can lead to great things and good feelings. However, loyalty can be taken for granted by both the person being loyal and the person to whom the loyalty is pledged. This is not unique to the situation just passed. This will go back to the first time you make a pledge to a school yard friend, to a teacher, to a teammate, to a companion, to an employer.

Loyalty, when not smartly administered, can be misplaced and harmful. Talking about myself, loyalty caused me to develop what I would call a great work habit, and others would call a case study of a workaholic. Loyalty leads to ignorance of time off needed but not taken, of extended hours that start out productive but turn quickly into a way of allaying the fear that it is now expected of you. This then leads to a resignation to what is and even more deadly, to complacency with yourself and your situation. That affects performance. That becomes squarely your own fault. When you attempt to exceed expectations and do so, expectations begin to exceed expectations, and you need to keep reaching a higher bar.

Loyalty can create a comfort zone, and when you let that comfort zone come to guide your actions, you need to tkae a step back and look.

If you don't, this then leads to denying opportunities. I turned down a number of possibilities (and there is no guarantee that those would have worked out any better). However, while these may have been an utter failure or a soaring success, they would definitely have been a new skill set and experience.

No matter how much I think I’ve accomplished and contributed to my workplace (and trust me, it is a body of accomplishment that I am extremely proud of), the loose end of “what if” and “what I would now know” will always haunt me.

That doesn’t deny the many great friends that I’ve made over the years at my places of employment, and what I feel that I’ve accomplished in my own particular situation in my job and my ability to help influence an industry, home video retailing. However, by placing my loyalty in my employers over the years, committing the faux pas of mistaking or expecting them to be friends without any real reason for that to actually happen, I’ve created a situation where I am now looking for new opportunity with a great set of particular skills but lacking the varied experience that may have gotten me farther in a totally different direction.

I’m not behind the curve, far from it. I still believe so strongly that in any of my previous places of employment, I understood and knew more about this particular industry than anyone else there. One, it’s true, and two, I better believe it, because if I didn’t believe me, why would anyone else.

I also believe strongly that the curve will always be in my rear view mirror and that will enable me to be just as productive and successful in keeping my chosen industry vital well into the future. I also will not be shy about it.

And yes, loyalty will play a major part of it, but it will be the new definition of loyalty, one that expects a type of loyalty in return. Yes, I will still bust my ass, but that effort will need to be matched by the loyalty of my employer to an idea, to growth, to future, and not to convenient lip service. I will offer them the respect they deserve as my employer, in return for the honesty that I expect in return.

As I prep for surgery, my loyalty here is to my determination that what I am about to have done will improve my ability to remain productively loyal to my future employer. The loyalty in return is the trust that my surgeon will be loyal to his promise to perform this needed surgery effectively because he is dealing with a future, namely mine.

Plenty of people can fake loyalty. Plenty can abuse it, Some, like me, finally learn from it and learn not to be embarrassed when loyalty to self must supersede loyalty to those in charge when you believe they do not best serve their own and your own future.

And now, at 5:23 AM, off to forge a new and powerful loyalty to today, and trust that leads to a better tomorrow. After 27 years, it is nigh about time.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Phillies in the WORLD SERIES!!! How I spent my night celebrating.

Wow! Do the PHILLIES own this town or what?

Of course, I follow the great Hickman tradition when these big games are up. We go to my brothers or sisters and watch the game. Then we scream like fools for a half hour. Except for my dad, who has fallen asleep in the 8th Inning. We don’t want to wake him, because at 86, he needs the sleep.

I watch Action News to see where the action is tonight. That is their name, they better know. Large crowds at Frankford and Cottman, Broad and Columbia, and Broad and Walnut, where they have greased the poles to prevent people from climbing them. The camera shows a shirt that says PHUCK THE YANKEES.

I watch as they go to a live shot in Manayunk, where the crowd is verbalizing the above shirt. After 3 repetitions, they cut the sound, and Jim Gardner, the anchor, explains that the crowd was telling us what the Phillies will do to the Yankees.

Then tonight, even though I should not because I really cannot afford it, I decided to treat myself to a midnight purchase of PHILLIES WORLD SERIES GEAR.

First rule: ONE SIZE DOES NOT FIT ALL. Not with some of these hats. As a matter of fact, these hats are lucky to fit inside of each other.

So, I break down and get…wait for it…THE OFFICIAL PHILLIES WORLD SERIES FIELD CAP (just like my heroes will wear, except they won’t have to pay $34 for them). I did.

And to make it even more exciting, they have this official across-the-bill sticker that just screams credibility to me. It is almost a shame to remove it, but like pillow tags, off it comes. Too dorky to leave it on.

I’m rocking the cap right now as I type.

I look at the shirts, and pick out one for my brother, Tommy, and one for my dad. One is the official locker room T-shirt and the other is the World Series shirt with the roster on the back. I decide which one each will like, and of course, I am wrong and they exchange. I wonder if Charlie Manuel will follow the advice of the roster shirt, or if he will defy it.

The line has 95 people in it, but Modell’s in Clifton Heights has 8 registers open and they are moving nicely.

This is a plus. It extends to the back of the store. I pass the underwear model and get stuck next to it. I see a discarded pennant and think it would be funny to stuff the underwear dummy to make him more impressive, like industrial strength Viagra.

I change my mind a dozen times. I see other cool things but will not give up my place in line for an impulse.

We move closer, and start to see the graveyard of discarded World Series items that lazy people changed their minds on, but didn’t carry back up front, even though the line goes RIGHT PAST THE FREAKING DISPLAY!

Finally up front, the efficiency is impressive. Announcement comes over the PA that the store will close in five minutes. All 85 people still in line laugh heartily. So do the people running in the door as people exit. Laugh riot.

I am $85 lighter, and am proud because I passed up a lot of dust collectors, like shot glasses.

I went outside and blew the horn a few times.

Then home for the night. That is how I celebrated the Phillies advancing to the World Series.

Frankly, it was wonderful!

I wonder if Manny Ramirez had a good shower.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Opportunity Knocks When You Least Expect It. (subtitled Regrets, I've had a few)

As much as I have been disappointed, and I am pretty sure others are disappointed by me, every so often, something shines through.

One of my great fears about being away from the stores is that I will fall behind in knowledge of trends, industry advances, issues, and activities. I will get stale, and that will lead to disappointment in myself. I already have that.

Add to that the upcoming surgery, and my worries about my dad's health, and it becomes a very stressful time. Sometimes it leads to anger, sometimes to misplaced frustration, sometimes to regret.

However, I just got the possibility of something that really isn't pay based for now, bur sweat equity will go a long way to achieving my goal of staying sharp.

So, focus is brought by this possibility, and also a bit of regret that my previous rant leaned too hard on my frustation and anger, and ignores many of the great times that I enjoyed there, like:


• An amazing trio of instore appearances. We had someone from the Motown Rhythm Section to promote STANDING IN THE SHADOW OF MOTOWN. We had porn stars Sunset Thomas and Ron Jeremy in store.

• By far, the biggest was an appearance by John Waters that lasted three hours, and attracted well over 600 people, and more turned away.

• The music that I learned about there, by listening to what the staff was playing.

• The customers who came through and made the day that much easier.

• The day we opened with the remodel. I was so freaking proud.

• The shout out to me at the 2001 VSDA Convention in Las Vegas

• Being named Employee of the Year in 2007.

• Being named GM in 2007.

• The South Street nights, which were always interesting.

• People like Questlove and Sean Lennon coming in.

• Having a documentary/promo piece called THE BURIED SECRET OF M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN shot partially in the store. This was directed by the Oscar winning director, Nathaniel Kahn. I even have an IMDB page.

• Finding out that the original ROCKY was shot partially in our building.

• The coming together of the staff and the neighborhood on 9/11

• The nights out with the staff.

• The pride that I got to take about TLA and the stores to the various industry events that I attended.

• Achieving the ultimate in the industry during my time there by being elected to national board of the VIDEO SOFTWARE DEALERS ASSOCIATION helping to launch its independent wing, IDEA.

• Time spent talking with the partners during my days there, even when I was frustrated.

• I’ve left the best for last. The many staff people that I worked alongside of every year. I love them.

• And the best of the best is Kennie Bowen, the person who I could not have done without these past nine years.

So, this offer, while not paying, is opportunity, experience, and endless possibilities in a business that I’ll always love.

The only thing better will be if I can find a way to take this great staff along with me for the ride.

Thanks to all who love me or hate me right now, because I still do love all of you.

We all have an impact on each other, and each of us have some good impact on the rest.

And in the end, I would much rather be friends than enemies with anyone, because long term, it just doesn't work.

Tonight's the night. Ya gotta believe.

I'll be at my brother's house tonight, with my Dad and little brother ,Tommy, watching game 5, and what I believe will be the game that sends the Phillies to the World Series.

Just like many of you. I fully expect to hear all of you banging pots and pans and making a great noise to celebrate.

Let's go, Phillies!

The Darkness That Was South Street, Gone Like VHS

I am going to jump out of chronological order because of the devastating news that one of my old stores has closed.

So, the story continues where the story is about to end.

After more than 24 respected and entertaining years of great home entertainment, a lack of vision will end the glorious vision that once was TLA Video 4th ST / South Street / Society Hill / Philly.

I'll preface this by saying that I still beleive in what once was TLA Video, very strongly. I think the concept was and forever will be great if supported. I am simply disappointed in where this has landed, and strongly believe that it didn't have to be.

One last visit before they turn it into the horror of a giant video flea market / bone picking. Trust me, you won’t enjoy the atmosphere. Hell, it won’t have an atmosphere, not like it had once upon a time.

I first encountered Vid One when I was deciding if I wanted to come to work for TLA Video. I parked on South Street, in front of PhilaDeli, and walked around. When I entered, I saw a store in 2000 that looked like a store in 1985. Even at the early stage of the DVD rollout, I saw a store that was still resisting change from VHS. I saw a small sales area, I saw porn, and was surprised to see that the film on the monitor was played silent, and music playing instead.

I also saw Kennie. My first impression was “Why is he playing music in a video store?” That never made sense to me, because TLA didn’t sell music. Turns out that was one of many “different” corporate edicts.

I also saw Kennie, by himself at the counter, working hard, which was a sight that I would see for nine more years.

I took the job and the first day of work was spent introducing myself to a staff that hadn’t seen an actual store manager in a long time, despite the parade of people TLA had put in there as store managers, some useless to a capital “U”.

After being grilled with questions that at times felt like “Why the hell are you subjecting yourself to this?”, I realized that I had a great staff in a neglected store. As I would find out many times later, growth didn;t seem to be paramount to what they wanted. Profit had to be achieved on a bit of a shoe string, despite being the pre-eminent independent video store chain in Philly.

I started to realize the first of many “TLA mistaken identities”, that I felt that I was really there to close the store down. It truly felt that way. The look of the store had not been updated since Philo T. Farnsworth was making TV’s. The attitude of the staff was one of doing their job extremely well, but knowing that job had what seemed to be a shelf date, a limited life span.

I didn’t need to change the attitude of the staff, we needed to change the attitude of the owners.

Once they got over their skepticism, I truly believed that they now believed that someone actually cared about the store as more that a place for them to bring their friends and showing how they owned this place. They owned it, but I and the staff tried to grow it.

When I went there, I was promised that there would be a remodel, and hell, the place needed it. This was August 2000. Business started to grow, the staff grew with the changes, and finally , three YEARS later, they decided to do the remodel themselves(why pay for real craftsmen when you have a wannabe contractor owning the place).

In any case, in 2003, the store now almost looked updated to the year 1995. The store responded with good sales, a great clientele, and a strong staff with a solid, great constant: Kennie. We worked our asses off is the only way that we can put it when you talk about how we did it.

All through this, we were given essentials for day to day, but never given anything with a vision to tomorrow. They were content to live on the laurels of what the TLA name had meant, and seemed to have no real desire to enhance that name in the stores. The boss and I talked about one idea that he had a few years ago that was very exciting, but it was never pursued. I think that idea would have been a home run.

This was also the time when I would first see the signs of the slight of hands that some would sometimes utilize to seemingly not fulfilling promises. About a year after I arrived, and even after being thanked from the Las Vegas stage by one of The Powers during the VSDA Video Convention when TLA won Store Of The Year (Yo, powers, did you ever put two and two together and realize that I was the reason you received that award?), a position opened up.

Imagine my surprise when the General Manager position was open in 2001, a position that had been said to be mine when available, and it was given to a useless refugee from West Coast Video instead of me. The many reasons given to me were all of the phony noble variety, not that I didn’t deserve it, but that I was more valuable where I was. That is because everyone else could smell what would come along at Vid One in the future.

Other sometimes short-sighted efforts included starting a subscription plan based on the then-current General Managers concept. We started this monthly plan, and to this day (10.21.2009), I still cannot give you a solid look at how it actually impacted us.

This was the start of the change in attitude that it felt we had to compete on price and not on confidence, moving us into a price competition that I don;t beleive we fully understood and I believe never executed properly. The ideas put forth were not the problem, they were great ideas. My concern was execution and support.

This was also the time that we started to test home delivery. Of course, the owners and theGM set up delivery for the entire downtown area, for three store locations, with ONE delivery person. Then, they expected that to be efficient.

In 2006, in a shuffle that is still incomprehensible, I was moved to another great store in Chestnut Hill. Kennie, who was very attuned to what a TLA manager job really meant, reluctantly accepted the managers position. Of course, it isn’t that cut and dried. Kennie still had to do his old position, as well. The South Street store was essentially told that they were not worthy of having the same hierarchy of the rest of the stores. We had an excellent GM who had promoted from another store, and then to clueless one.

For 4 years, Kennie did a super human job of making this odd combo work. Of course, the more that it worked, the more they would ask him to do, and be amazed if it couldn’t be accomplished.

I got to spend the last 2 and ½ years at TLA as the GM and Buyer. We used to have a GM, a buyer for rental, and a buyer for sale. I became all three. Kennie did his best, and the store still turned a profit, despite no improvements being made to both physical plant and the selection. Advertising was spotty, and then it was invisible. Office support was sparse at best.

However, I loved my job, loved the stores, and loved TLA, and tried very hard to do my best.

Now, one month after they decided that the stores didn’t need a GM/Buyer/Supply Delivery Guy and let me go in another acute lack of vision, they have five people doing my job.

Fortunately, I don’t have to be there for what I believe is an unnecessary closing, one reflective of their listening to people that I believe do not know what to actually do with the stores.

Competition is blamed, when competition is what make you better, but only if you are smart enough to compete.

TLA Video South Street competes no more, it sighs and watches it’s history being sold as if it was unloved toys at a garage sale. People will be picking at the bones like the worst buffet. This is not relective of the quality of the stock or the staff who will be there, it is reflective of what atmosphere these sales always bring, it cannot help but be an intense and exhausting experience.

Unfortunately, I cannot be there when I should be, to help in this most difficult time.

We had great years there, and the staff was the main reason. Until this past Monday, they were still the reason to choose TLA Video Stores as your choice for perfect home entertainment in Philly. Now, that choice is gone from your lives, and the other Vids may or may not soon follow.

I’ve previously mentioned a poster by the 5th Floor Elevator at the main office that showed the history of TLA up to the opening of the New York store. It is a magnificent and fascinating frozen moment in time, but sadly now means little to me, because what TLA is now has so very little relationship to the glory that it once was. TLA may morph into a different glory, and I would be as happy as anyone to see my friends thre continue on.

TLA has become narrowly boring in the product compared to how I knew it, and a bit farther from what TLA was once known for. They seem to follow the advice of people who may mean well, but who I believe have little clue as to how to compete in the physical retail arena, and have convinced them to take this is a very different direction. You can lay any notion of TLA as synonymous with great and knowledgeable film to a little bit less voracity. That TLA grows just a bit dimmer, and only lives on at the store level, which now decreases by 25%. However, in the remaining stores, it still shines brightly, and their staffs are a huge part of that.

I urge you strongly to continue to support them.

The last domino may fall. Still, there will always be the best and wonderful efforts of Kennie, Marianne, Jim, Griffin, Vicky, and the rest of a dream staff.

That last domino takes the last real and true home video experience on South Street away forever.

Monday, October 12, 2009

My Video Life: First Stop. 1983-85

The world of home video was very different from what it is today. When I joined VIDEO WONDERLAND in Adrmore, PA in 1983, the world was VHS and Beta, and the tech advances were few. So was quality control. Video tapes ran in lengths of T-30, T-60, T-90. T-120, and T-127.

The sound on VHS tapes was linear, and the advent of the VHS HiFi systems, with improved stereo sound was in its infancy.

I remember that the studios were not great at quality control, evidenced by the fact SUPERMAN THE MOVIE, which ran 144 minutes, was time compressed to fit on a 127 minute tape. MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS was shrunk from 115 minutes to 90 minutes.

Video Wonderland was run by two people, Johnny and Ron. Lets say that a love/hate relationship between then was too gentle a term. They were always at each others throats. It made my two years there interesting.

We stocked every video that was ever released, and I got to learn about a lot of films as well as the love of those films, which I’ve carried with me for life. It is not a condescending love, like some at my other jobs, but just a love of the joy of watching a film, especially for the first time.

I worked up to managing their one store, which moved to a much larger location up the street, and working with them to try to start a franchise.

To keep the reading light, I’ll bullet point some of the highlights/lowlights:

· The day after the Motown 25 special ran on NBC, I got to see the bosses wife delude herself into thinking that she could moonwalk. If she had actually been on the moon, it still wouldn’t work.

· I caught my first bootlegger and had him locked up. He was buying cases of bargain basement videos, copying our tapes, changing the labels, and sending back the copies. The clues came together when he complained that his VCR audio wasn’t working, and he left it for us to repair. This was at the time that I was investigating a number of our tapes having bad sound. Two and Two meant he was a thief. He would not be my first collar for piracy.

· I saw my first X-rated game for ATARI, which was essentially the KABOOM game, but you had a guy on top of a roof whacking off while hookers ran below trying to catch his droppings.

· We moved to a larger location that was wonderful. Still concentrated on VHS and Beta, not Laser or CED. This was also a problem going forward wherever I work, reluctance to actually think outside the box in this business, which is why my last job seems to be shy of Blu-ray.

· This location had two show windows that we used as stages at times. We would be open all night Saturday, and Mr. Movie, Steve Friedman from 1210AM would do a live broadcast. We sold a ton of videos all across the country from these events. Sadly, Steve passed way last month.

· I began to write a Childrens Video column for an industry tip sheet called VIDEO INSIDER. This lasted to about 1988 or so. In my time there, I interviewed MisterRogers, Shari Lewis, Ithzak Perlman, Raffi, almost met Frank Zappa, and many others at industry conventions.

· Johnny had a friend named Paul, who was a bit like George Costanza, in that he always had a scheme. One time, during the Cabbage Patch craze, he got his hands on 100 black market dolls, and we had to sell them. We had a line of over 100 waiting to fight over these, even though they were printed in China. People bitched.

· Johnny would have a directors chair by the adult room, and he would sit there to say hello, and eventually fall asleep. All the customers would be extra quiet, so as not to wake him.

· I met many sales people there who would move onto bigger and better things. David Bishop and Joel Goldman, now with Sony Pictures, were my Schwartz Brothers Distributors reps. Dennis Maguire, who move high up in Disney, was the local Disney rep. Joe Amodie with Virgil Films. Plenty of current movers and shakers started there.

· I learned a ton of things there from the people who came through. The distributors had offices very close by in South Jersey, so I met a lot of them every Tuesday,

· I used to carry my keys on one of those retractable chains. There was a boy about 8 or so, who would come in and liked to follow me around, but one day, he discovered how funny it would be to pull the chain down and then release it very quickly.

· We got to witness the celebration for the Villanova Wildcats NCAA Basketball win in 1985.

· At the middle of 1985, the owners decided to sell to Wet Coast Video, run by Elliot Stone. Suffice it to say that I hated all that this version of West Coast Video stood for.

· This was not a happy time for me, because this was a contentious sale, the two sides were both manipulating the other, and one of the WCV staff almost had me beat the crap out of him. After much dancing around, the sale took place, with the proviso that the stock in the store, the stock that I was so proud of and was our reputation, would remain intact.

· That didn’t happen. As soon as the sale took place, WCV started to empty the store of over half the stock. I did not see eye to eye with the WCV guy who was assigned to do the transition (though over the years, I’ve come to like him). We battled everyday, and he even fired my sister, who worked there, as a way of showing me who was boss. Since they were not keeping up their end of the bargain, I decided not to stay, which led to a year of litigation to get my final pay.

These are just a few of the things that happened. These occurred over 25 years ago, so some other details go vague.

Some constants and parallels with my just downsized job are evident, though. Here I had multiple owners who did not have the same mindset, and their differences meant that when times were good , things were good. But when times got tougher, they had no clues.

Deja Vu.

I had many of the answers, but none of the control, so what was a brief shinning Wonderland became a dank, cookie cutter West Coast Video.

After a month and a major shouting match, I moved onto something that held so much promise, but was done in by different forces, MOVIE WORLD in Roxborough (Philly)

Coming soon-- 1985-1993: THE MOVIE WORLD YEARS : NORWEGIAN WOOD

Monday, October 5, 2009

Of VHS and Laser Disc, my life in home video before my livelihood in Home Video: Part One

Haven’t posted in a bit, so let’s get ready to ramble a bit.

I bought my first VCR, a Panasonic PV-1000A, back in 1979. $799, 2 speeds, heavy as a mother.
Never owned BETA, though I had friends who swore by it.

I did have one friend who actually owned a 1 inch reel to reel machine. I think we had to travel to a place called LERRO ELECTRONICS on North Broad Street to get reels. He made a black and white copy of THE MUSIC MAN, one of my favorite films, on one of these in the mid-1970’s.

First thing I recorded was a HONEYMOONERS episode on the old WKBS Channel 48 in Philly.

Philly had some video pioneers, including a news publication that centered on home video (the name of which escapes me right now).

The one that I read religiously was THE LASER DISC NEWSLETTER, which eventually became THE DVD NEWSLETTER. It was essentially a one man operation, printed tabloid style, but was an extremely informative and detailed publication with tons of new release reviews.

First two videos bought: ROCKY and collection of BEATLES VIDEOS. Yes, both were bootlegs, but this was 1979, and they were about the only thing available. Magnetic Video, MEDA (or MEDIA) HOME ENTERTAINMENT, and EMBASSY were the first home video labels that I remember.

First legit purchase: THE STING. Bought it from Movies Unlimited on Castor Ave, when they were in their tiny store. Also bought HELLO DOLLY (a guilty pleasure, yes). At the time, video rental really didn’t exist. What they did was sell the VHS for $79.95 and give you half credit if you traded it for another VHS. If I remember correctly, MOVIES UNLIMITED started with Super 8MM films.

In 1980 (I think, though it could have been a year earlier), I saw my first Laser Disc demo at a hotel in Bristol PA. Laser Disc was like a DVD on steroids. It was introduced in a limited market in the beginning (Atlanta, I think), before going national. I had a laser disc player, but it was always bulky. The salesman demoed a boat blowing up from JAWS 2. In slow mo, you could see an explosive dropped into the boat to make it explode. The shark was impressive, the movie, meh….

Laser Disc aficionados had a side hobby, as well. Whether through laziness or efficiency, some laser discs didn’t use the second side of a disc for program material. However, they would still press them with content from another entirely different film, and then block it with a chemical cover. People would trade or buy discs to use alcohol to remove the cover and see what film was under there, kind of any early EASTER EGG.

I also had an RCA CED player, or NEEDLEVISION. Because the cost was a bit cheaper, I had about 80 movies on CED, including THE BEATLES LET IT BE, which has yet to see a legit release on DVD. Sold them a long time ago to a collector. I though it was cool when I went to Disney World in the mid 80’s and saw a CED player in the lead-up to SPACE MOUNTAIN (which was sponsored by RCA at the time).

Price of a 2 hour blank VHS tape? $20.

First real attempt that I remember at true rental and sell through: FOTOMAT, the little film processing kiosks. Paramount had a releasing deal with them, and the first one that I remember was GREASE.

I was very meticulous with my VHS tapes at the time, until it became too much. It is amazing how much I recorded considering that Philly didn’t have cable, so we had essentially 7 TV stations.

In 1983, the bug bit me, and in February of 1983, I wound up working in the video retail business. That led to almost 27 glorious years that is now in suspended animation, but will definitely be resumed with an entity that really wants to do home entertainment correctly.

Coming soon, 1983-85 THE “VIDEO WONDERLAND” YEARS…

…MORE TO COME…

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

What's behind me? More than you would expect.





While I’ve been organizing my thoughts and my accomplishments, trying to get them to be impressive while still the proper length, it really becomes a trip down memory lane, bittersweet at times, exhilarating at others.

The trouble with resumes are that they are list of facts, and facts don’t quite cut it all the time, so this blog will get the duty/pleasure/burden of fleshing it out, and showing you both what I have done and can do, but also who and what has had the greatest impact on me over the years.

Obviously, since video retailing has been my world since 1983, it is the prime focus, but when I get the urge, you’ll meet a much younger me and my foibles and learning curve.

So, despite my confused and frustrated ramblings over the last few posts, which are drawn from my dealing with the “disappointment” of my last place of employment, things still look up.

And I promise to include some purely fun posts, as well as some that will hopefully make you want to be my friend as well as my employer/partner.

I’ll be very good.






…more to come…



Monday, September 28, 2009

Who says a story has to be linear?

In the hallway by the 5th Floor Elevator in an office now far far away, there is a damaged poster that traces the history of the TLA stores. It was made before I arrived, and it is fascinating to see the pride that is shown for those stores and that history. It ends with photos of the then new store on 8th Street in New York’s Greenwich Village.

Someone in charge recently called it “walking down memory lane” when some talked to them about the stores.

There were no updates. This poster is frozen in time. Apropos.

So, let’s walk down Memory Lane, and over time, you will see why I loved TLA once, and what I truly believed TLA could have been and what video retailing can be far into the future.

So, it is the year 2000, March.

I was involved with putting on trade shows for video retailers through what was then known as VSDA, then became EMA, then split the indie retailers off into IDEA, then pulled them back because we didn’t suit their purposes as an independent wing (I’m shutting up now on this subject).

We had built a show that was held on the University of Newark (Delaware) Business Center, and drew over 100 East Coast retailers. For two years, I built this conference/trade show, and it attracted the powerful and the good video retailers as well as drew the eye of retail competition.

It was here where I first met the TLA group and was approached about coming over to them. At the time, West Coast Video was in the middle of a possible sale to a sad sack of a chain called Video City, as well as a changeover in software. As I’ve mentioned previously, I can trip over my loyalty with the best of them, so I turned them down.

5 months later, even a dumbass like myself could recognize the bad decision, so I made the move, and was installed in the South Street Store of TLA Video. There I met a great staff, led by Kennie, but I also felt a store that seemed to just be living out its days. The store was “funky décor”, which meant it hadn’t been updated for years and I started to question why I was there, because I had nothing to offer a store that simply was there to exist.

Thanks to a great staff, though, it made sense to question and ask. When I came over, I was told that they were going to remodel it. This was August 2000. If I told you that the remodel finally happened in the end of 2003, you would get why I felt at times like I was in a deathwatch.

Add to that a reluctance to embrace DVD, and change would be hard. That same reluctance is now being shown towards how to handle Blu-ray.

However, I think my enthusiasm, coupled with the great staff that took great pride in their work and who finally had a manager who gave a damn, made it impossible for that store to go away, and a better store to emerge.

Until I wound up transferred in 2006, I think we made a fantastic team, and the staff there still makes a fantastic store.

The next year, at the 2001 VSDA Convention, TLA Video won Retailer Of The Year. From the stage, the partner who accepted made a special thank you to me, a very prominent shout-out.

That may have been my proudest moment, not because it recognized me, but because I felt that I had changed their attitude, changed their mindset, and had breathed new life in a business, which is what any ambitious and driven person wants.

I didn’t get that feeling many more times after that. When the GM position became available later that year, I was told that either they didn’t give me the job because they needed me at that store (the old “you are too good to promote” gotcha) , that my need to care for my brother meant time concerns, or that they had this other person who they wanted who they felt could do the job. She lasted less than a year.

This was the first sign that this would be a difficult stay, one with great memories until the last one.

As of this writing, the South Street store is still alive and still has a great staff lead by Kennie. It has also been noted that it still looks like a store from the 90’s recently. The staff makes that a good thing, and I encourage you to postpone your Duckboat ride and your Jim’s Cheesesteaks and meet one of the reasonsI survived TLA for so long, the great staff of a TLA Video store.

BTW, for those who believe that the video industry has moved past a real life store, and some of them are still there, recognize this.

Back in 2000, there were a lot of video stores and competition was tough. There were very few websites that sold videos, so opportunity was there for something unique. Over time, the internet has been flooded with merchants who have to differentiate themselves without the human element, they have to fake it.

In that same time, many brick and mortar video retailers (call us "mom and pop" and I'll beat the shit out of you) have gone away, because it is easy to blame the marketplace when it is actually the stubbornness to grow and adapt.

It used to be easy to earn money in home video retailing quite by accident. Now, you have to think, adapt, and grow. That took a bit of faith, a bit of guts, a lot of experience, and no fear of the future. It took and takes someone like me.

The physical video store is now unique again, while websites are everywhere. The uniqueness of the physical video store now is that you can still be real life, but add the web elements to extend your stores experience and ability to engage your customer. You can have the customer in your store even when they are not there, and they can interacte with a real staff and not an algorithm.

You can still make an amazing brick and mortar store, but you have to want it, be ready to expand the rules, and love doing it. I do.

You can remember the past, you can embrace the past, but you have to recognize how to successfully grow them for the future. Video stores can still be that future, and a major player in it,

Sunday, September 27, 2009

More on my video life.

http://http://www.dundermifflininfinity.com/profiles/?u=adimike55

Jumping ahead before going back, here is where I stand.

I have great friends, many of them from the Dunder Mifflin Infinity (NBC'S THE OFFICE) fansite who have been beyond caring and supportive. I wish most of my ex-co-workers were the same, but now a peep out of most of them. So goes 9 years of 50 plus hours a week, never calling out sick, and being the only one who thought ahead instead of behind.'

Some have contacted me, and for that I am very grateful, but the ones that should, have not. That is a shame.

Back to my friends at DMI. I joined this site two years ago when it opened. I was never a social networker, I have no idea to this day how any "messenger" service works. I suck at online games.

So, I joined the site expecting a few laughs, and then I am outtahere.

However, this site is/was so different. It is structured as a series of brancnes of the DUNDER MIFFLIN PAPER COMPANY. 100 brances in small to mid sized markets. Each has a "regional manager" boss (I run the Allentown branch). Each branch has upwards of hundreds of employees who do tasks and interact,

And it is inhabited by great people.

In short, it is a great site unlike most of these sites tend to be.

I started to study it for ways that we could adapt it at my old Video Store Employer. I still see many valuable ideas there that could be adapted very successfully for my stores, but my bosses never wanted to listen.

The best is that I have made friends there from all over the country, and these are friends in every sense of the word. I've met them in real life, in events that we've developed for NBC and for each other, and I've talked with others all over the country.

And these friends, to the one, have been there to ask how I am to and cheer me up.

Friends have become so valubale to me, and over the last few years, with my work schedule, my friends have been hard to cultivate, since my free time was very sparse.

So, I've developed three sets of friends:

  • My real life and work friends, who I treasure and who are there for me.
  • My DMI friends, who are now my real life wonderful friends.
  • My work friends who have seemed to developed amnesia.

Guess which group I do not give a damn about.

Ramblings from the weekend

This second lost weekend was not without its "charms".

I got my grocery shopping done Friday instead of Saturday. That's something, right?

The Phillies think it is 1964.

I watched a bad MGM film called THE DELINQUENTS, and want to now be a 50's delinquent,

Some guy on TV, maybe the ghost of Billy Mays, maybe John Waters, wants me to clean my colon, and is willing to help.

Penn State looked like crap.

Blue Bunny Ice Cream Bowls turn spotty blue when you add ice cream. I thought I had broken the bowl.

DMI 3.0 still hasn't opened the branches.

That's my weekend.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

And on the seventh day....


Seven days out. Seven days off. Felt like seven hours in x-ray today.


Seeing the surgeon tomorrow. Then we go from there.


Getting off track from the video sage, I took my sister Julie, and my niece Julie to THE BOATHOUSE in Central Park in NYC, because she won a contest to meet DUFF and GEOFF from ACE OF CAKES. I drove her up and killed time in midtown Mahatthan.


The city was mobbed with government officials getting ready for the UN summit today, so traffic was a nightmare.



I parked on 51st Street $40 for 3 hours. Walked down to 42nd Street and back to 50th, over to 30 Rock, sat at the top for a while, then back down to 44th and sat in the new Times Square for a while.


The new Times Square is the same as the old, but with more room for bill snappers and tour hawkers to hound you, and better seats for the homeless. I do have to admit that it is still an awe-inspiring area.


Julie won free ice cream, not the grand prize of an ACE OF CAKES cake, but I had a great time with her and my niece.


Cold not find a cassette walkman to sane my life as a present for my brother Tommy.


They ate good at THE BOATHOUSE, for some reason I ate at FAMOUS DAVES , where the BBQ was drier (and maybe older) than the Sahara.


Still, a sweet day long change of pace for a crappy week.


Stay tuned...


Sunday, September 20, 2009

We break now for an important message.

Please remember that much, if not most of my time in home video has been a joy.

I've had great staffs, and at times, had great times with my bosses. I've helped and been helped by thousands upon thousands of customers as they came through the stores, and I've tried to entertain them in the real sense, and not give them any reason to go to a cold vending machine.

So, remember that while my feelings are genuine, and my criticisms are heartfelt, much of them are the fault of my own inability to step up and tell someone in charge NO and YOU ARE WRONG. I am too nice, and that is not good sometimes.

As I mentioned, I have passed up numerous opportunities to advance with other companies because I felt I was honor bound to stand by my committments to my then-current employer, even though that was many times a one-way street, some of them fairly recently, but those doors may be closed.

So yes, as of this minute, I am disappointed in some people, especially one person, though that one should not surprise me. I am disillusioned because I lost something very important to me, something that could have been so much better if the powers-that-be would just listen or really plan once in a while.

But, I still treasure every one of the store staff, for they have to be the face of what we offer day after day, and if we don't give them the proper tools, then they have to improvise, and the staffs at the stores throughout what will hopefully be a much longer career are the best reasons for the vitatlity and the future of the real progressive video store.

And I will always remember the good times, like when my boss gave me a shout out when TLA won RETAILER OF THE YEAR at the VSDA Convention, or when I was chosen EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR Two years ago. Those will always remain, memories seperated from the feelings I now have.

So, because my sweet sister, Julie, reminded me that I need to look forward and move on, I offer this caveat. I truly love her.

I have learned a lot over this past summer. I cannot acquiesce anymore when I know that things need to be done a certain way and disinterest or ineffective information tries to dilute it. In my next position, and I WILL have a next position, I will be the best and most creative and progressive and successful video retail innovator you will ever see, but I won't be quiet or passive. I will be loyal, I won't be stupid.

I'll be right here.

27 years: Redux. The resurrection of my video career

The new West Coast Video was auspicious because it was a great idea that came along at a time that the company was in transition. The Stanleys, who owned the company were really nice guys who were not at all prepared for the transition that the industry was about to face.

Frankly, that is the same problem faced by me later on, as well.

The store, at 15th and Walnut was gorgeous. A large, well lit, amazingly stocked video joy. The stock that I loaded it with, along with the West Coast buyer, David Wharff, was the best, I repeat, the best. Originally, we were going to have a coffee bar in there, but the space was a bit too small. That is a shame, because at the time in 2000, that was a very original concept.

The stores were going to be three or four in number, modeled after (but far exceeding) the TLA concept. The Philly store was to be a flagship store, with others in Lexington KY, Princeton, NJ, and on Houston Street in NYC. Those last three never materialized, because of the pending sale to a new owner.

It would have been spectacular, though. All the best that TLA was, but with a much broader customer base: a smart video store for the masses, a store where everyone felt included, everyone found and knew something.

I spent a year commuting from Philly to Hammonton and Sicklerville NJ, to other West Coast and Choices Stores (an acquisition from a video pioneer, Robert Klein) while building this store. My favorite memory was when I travelled with David Wharff amd Steve Randolph, a great guy who was the rep for Universal Video at the time, to NYC to scout out the TLA at 8th Street in the Village (Don't look for it, it was closed sadly two years ago, another great waste).

I saw this magnificient TLA store, and knew that I could do better. I did and continuted to do until 5:15 PM Thursday 9/16/2009.

But, in the tradition of owners who I loved but just didn't get it, things just weren't planned out correctly. I hired a great and quirky staff: one was a sweetheart who would do any job assigned, and another would fight anyone who came along, one hoped to become a comedian with Second City (and could have succeeded, but I lost touch), and one got to star in a MY CHOICE MY WAWA commercial, which then resulted in his picture popping up on static cling ads for hoagies all over WAWA stores, and magically, my store.

Construction took almost a year longer, and they dropped the coffer bar: Big Mistake.

Before the store opened, we loaded almost 30,000 (yes, thousand Redbox has five HUNDRED by comparision, Redbox is bullshit) videos. Most were VHS, but some were DVD, which was in it's 3rd year, but which WCV was not positive about for its success, whcih would be a problem with later employers: not being able to see far enough ahead to see what they need to do. Blu-ray and tentativeness with same will haunt my ex-employers. You cannot do this business correctly following sheepishly).

So, we had the store loaded up, but one problem remained: the alarm system wasn't finished. The bosses had not set up the installation properly, also a bugaboo of my later years. So, I got to spend 3 nights in the store to guard the tapes.

I'll do more specifically on my two years here, including my street fights with shoplifters and anarchists later, but for now, I'll skip to the end, to set up my next chapter. Think of it as any bad Hollywood film that thinks it is too clever to jump the timeline all over the place.

The WCV chain was sold to Video City. Shit, a mistake. Details to follow.

In January 2000, I was approached by TLA to come over. I turned them down. I am nothing if not blindly loyal, and had committed to helping make sure the WCV/Video City conversion went well.

In the summer of 2000, I was approached again. I decided to move, opening up the greatest joy followed by the biggest disappoitment in my career, and yes, much of it follows aligning myself with owner/partners who could be the greatest at times, but turned out to be disappointments.

Watch this space....

Thursday, September 17, 2009

27 years

Long time.

80's music was still around. Bad haircuts were ahead. Life was moving along.

I started in home video in 1983 at a store called VIDEO WONDERLAND in Ardmore PA. Great little store, run by two guys who hated each other.

I caught my first bootlegger there, I saw my bosses wife fail at trying to do Michael Jacksons Moonwalk, I saw an x-rated video game for Atari, which involved a guy on top of a builiding whacking off while ladies of the night ran back and forth trying to catch it with open mouths.

I wrote for Video industry publications (Video Insider anyone) and am proud of the work that I did with VSDA, an industry trade association. I met Fred Rogers, Frank Zappa, Shari Lewis, Raffi, and Itzhak Perlman during this period for interviews.

I loved the place but not the drama of the two partners. Partners will become a touchstone of my life as you will see, for better or worse . They finally sold to the first version of West Coast Video, a debacle because both sides where not honest. They shortcutted every chance they could get.

I move to Movie World, for what is now my second longest tenure . At one point, we had five stores; we didn't need five stores, but my boss needed five hiding places for his daliances.

Despite that, I built those stores into a very respected video retailing powerhouse. At their peak, there were no other stores on the East Coat that could rival them, especially not my future employers.

However, after 8 years, libido beat common sense and the boss lost the place. I'll tell a seperate story late about Lana, the doberman pinscher who got caught up in all this. I hope my ex-boaa is selling real estate in hell right about now, if only for what happened to the dog.

So all this time, and still at square one, because of loyalty and stupidity, I had opportunities to move on, but felt that I had made a promise, and whiel I may not do much right, living up to my word is my shining moment.

So, five stores became one in Conshohocken, sold to a guy who should never have owned a store, He was not prepared. Ultimate Video in Conshohocken. 2 and a half years later, they were gone.

I worked Borders CD department in Bryn Mawr for 6 months over the 1997 Christmas holidays.
Then I got an offer to open a new style store from WEST COAST VIDEO (no longer so evil) and 15th and Walnut, and go into direct competition with my future heartbreak TLA Video.

This was a great time, becuase people listened and I built an amazing, forward looking store that had a great selection of titles, staff that knew their shit, and a great attitude, we out TLA'd TLA.

I built this store from scratch, and it is still my crowning glory because when it started, the people believed in me. Tresure that feeling, because it is rare anymore,

Well, let's call this Part One, because Part Two comes next, and that is with TLA Video, my greatest joy and saddest disappointment, mostly because the TLA that I signed on for may have been a case of mistaken identity.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The absence of the VSDA/EMA/IDEA Convention this year


This would be the time of year for the VSDA (EMA/IDEA) Convention.


For those who are unfamiliar, these were the annual meetings in Vegas, and occassionally LA for the video retailing industry.


I personally am missing the networking opportunities, and the chance to find ONE idea or concept that will help my business and the industry.


I am not missing the last few years as much as the late 90's to mid '00's, when I think some amazing concepts shook up what had become a lazy industry.


We can remininsce and enjoy the "what was" but franky, the "what will be" is all that matters.

This year, we have seen splits to two seperate efforts: a closed, invitation only get-together under EMA control, as well as two IndieFEST Expos, with the help of VPD and the IndieEXPO AT SEA, all of which had valuable ideas.


However, I cannot help but think that each faction still didn't get the complete picture, and therefore, something is missing.


Whatever our size, we are an industry, and we need to view ourselves as that, or we simply become wheels tunring in wildly divergent and dangerous directions.


What do we do next?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

When you need inspiration for a blog post, what better source than your Dad.


Happy Father's Day to everyone's dad, but especially to my own Dad, Richard.

We are roomies, along with my bro, Tommy. My dad was born in 1923, and has been in love all of his life with my Mom (who passed in 1994). He has five sons, one daughter, and a slew of grandkids, nephews, nieces, and greatgrandkids, along with many honorary family members that were are close as his own kin.

My dad has always been the solid, dependable worker, the go to guy, the reliability surroundung any workplace he is in, the person people tend to know deep down is the reason it all works, though many times, will deny it. My dad still always plugs on, and does it with great love and humor. Yep, plenty of hard times, but plenty of amazing successes.

Look at me.

He still keeps close to his family, both here in Philly and elsewhere, and is the first at church for wedding or funeral, for a family event, for just a nice afetrnoon with friends and relatives. He isn't first because he has to be, he is first because he feels it shows the proper respect that everyone deserves. We will be out the door for a 9 AM event that is a half hour away by 7 AM.

He loves his Phillies (yells at Charlie Manuel all the time) and always has. He loves all things Disney and family films, and in recent years, has become quite the woman, being a sucker for all the movies on Lifetime, Disney Channel, TCM. I tailor my DVD library to make sure there is always something for him to watch.

He loves his music, and even though my mother was the amazing singer in the family, my dad was pretty amazing at music himself. Much of my music loves are formed by what we listened to in the car and in the home. He is a huge fan of Andre Rieu and 40's music, as well as traditional country. However, if any of the kids and grandkids want to sing and perform death metal, Dad will be front and center cheering them on, bitching all the way, not meanly, simply beacuse we expect and love it.

His favorite film is SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE, I think because it reminds him of my mom. He cries everytime he watches it, but he watches it straight through.

There is so much more, but in the end, he is our dad, and that is our blessing.

I am sure that is it so for many of you, but the cliche rings true for my dad. You should be so lucky as to have one like him.

Maybe the Phillies will win, because Charlie Manuel would never disappoint you on your day, Dad.


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Lions Are Growling...My First Really Real blog post.

The first CD I ever bought was this strange CD that was essentially designed to show off the new fangled CD players in 1985.

One of the tracks was some basso profundo voice guy who simply repeated LIONS ARE GROWLING over and over, and the engineer placed it in various levels of the left / right stereo mix.

It was oddly basic, and yet it was so different and unusual.

Years before that, when I was about 7, my family got an ADMIRAL TABLETOP STEREO (1962), that came with a 33 1/3 RPM Vinyl album (remember them?).

The starting track on that tried to amaze you with the wonders of stereo. The stentorian man said THIS IS THE LEFT CHANNEL....THIS IS THE RIGHT CHANNEL....then the engineer mixed it back to mono, and did a slight of hand, with the voice claimng THIS IS THE PHANTOM THIRD CHANNEL.

Hogwash, it was mono, but the voice set us up so well, that we got fooled into thinking the ordinary was something extraordinary.

In retropsect, it really was extraordinary, because I remember it 46 years after the fact, and I remember it vividly.

So as I start to blog my thoughts, my memories, my successes, my failures, and my dreams, please realize that in all of your lives, the ordinary everyday is what gets you to those extraordinary places, and I hope my ordinary, everyday words hold something extraordinary at some point in all of your lives.

Take care.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

First Things First

Welcome to my second attempt at blogging. The first is a blog built around the Dunder Mifflin Infinity branch in Allentown, (http://www.dundermifflininfinity.com ) which I am in charge of. That blog is also open to some other Allentown employees, so everyone gets to have a go, and throw some pies and confetti around, at each other,and at our favorite targets.

This blog, though, is mine, all mine, do you hear me? It is my release valve, and hopefully, yours as well, so get ready for something...what it will be, who knows?

I can tell you that I am a video retailer, enjoy a wide range of music, love films and classic TV, am a Disney freak, and have some great family members, friends, and enemies that I hope that you all enjoy meeting.

Oh, and the Phillies are WORLD FREAKING CHAMPIONS, except freaking is a different word per Chase Utley.

So, get ready to have an adventure as you read my prose, decipher my typing, and hopefuly get to know each other.

We are at the top of the hill on this rollercoaster, so hands in the air (holding onto the bar is so wussy), and here we go....soon.