Intrigue In The Inbox

Must... Look...

In the Gartner Group's most recent Hype Cycle Research Report, published about a month ago, there were literally thousands of technologies discussed. On the left side of the axis is all of the stuff that gets venture capital dollars, where the hype starts to build around advancements that will either change the world or just waste a lot of money. Bioacoustic computing, smart dust, human augmentation, 3D bioprinting systems for organ transplant, and so on, and so on. There's no difficulty in getting excited about what these might do, if only they, well, work.

As we move deeper, and the tech becomes more and more real, the slate of development becomes known as the Peak of Inflated Expectations. Here, we've got stuff like self-driving cars, the Internet of Things, wearables, and so on. Stuff that's real, but where all of the kinks haven't been worked out, or how it's supposed to make money.

The next stage is the Trough of Disillusionment, where the hype burns off and we're just left with the realization that while the product might be real, it's also no longer owning a limitless field of potential as to how it's going to change the world. Gartner puts cryptocurrency (aka, bitcoins) here, along with augmented reality and hybrid cloud computing. This is the state where start ups shake out to just the survivors, where the venture capital gets antsy and starts to look for the next new thing, and folks in the space are just getting irritated that what might be an actual business is just getting nicked for a lack of sex appeal. Survive that, and you get to the Slope of Enlightenment, ending in the Plateau of Productivity.

Email, as you might guess, doesn't appear anywhere in this graph. People have been making money in email for so long, you are much more likely to hear how the channel is Dead, rather than anything with any kind of monetization and appeal.

The truly funny thing? There may have never been a better time for the channel.

Why? Well, the obvious point is mobile, which means that the daypart to get emails in front of the audience you need to reach just became, well, damned near 24/7. The average person checks their smartphone over 100 times a day, and so long as the device is latching up to email -- more on that later -- it's just an always-on channel. Send at a time when no one else is sending, and you might get full attention and unmatched consideration.

The next part is, well, the comparative misery of so many other channels. TV has a massive demographic problem, plus ad skipping for additional monetization misery, for anything but DVR-proof live events. Online ads are getting blocked with a vengeance, and have viewability and maladvertising problems to boot. Print and outdoor and radio -- it's not as if any channel, other than email, has actually had life get better recently.

There are, however, problems, and they are major ones. Young people don't read email. They live in social networks, IM and chat... and while they might eventually graduate into email, they also, well, might not. Reading isn't exactly on the rise compared to image-based work, and the channel is under constant stress from overuse, filtering, deliverability, and all of the other challenges that pros have worked on for, well, decades.

But there's still that device in your hands, and the plain and simple fact that when you read an email, there is nothing else on your screen, or in your mind. HTML5 will let you incorporate video and conversions without a landing page visit, and reaching an affluent audience is entirely possible. There are major tactical advantages here that no other channel can match.

Email doesn't sizzle. It just works. And might for decades, or a lot less.

More intriguing than you realized, no?

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How Fast It Goes

Timeless?

This last weekend for Labor Day, I took the family to our favorite amusement park for our annual holiday tradition.  As I rode down the modified ski lift that the kids insist on taking as a low-energy palate cleanser between thrill rides, and saw the whole of the valley and park before me, the kids lazily kicked their heels up with their cousin on the bench ahead of us. It was all very serene, and more than a little wistful. My wife took out her cell phone and took a minute-long movie for her Facebook feed. I just looked, becoming very aware of the cinematic nature before us, as more and more of the park revealed itself from the trees.

While the view seemed timeless, it really was anything but. There were new rides that we had never seen, an ever-growing mix of people, changing lights and so on, and so on. As usually happens around this time of year, the trees are just starting to turn, and the mix of smells from the forest and the food is never quite the same twice. Change is the only constant.

Changing even faster than the park were the passengers in the car ahead of us. My kids are 10 and 15, and while they both still love the place, things change, and at some point, maybe vacations together might seem more like an obligation than a treat. Also, well, my eldest keeps getting attention in ways that haven't happened before. There may come a day when she decides she has more interesting things to do than hang out in the same old park with the same old parents.

Life Is Changing. It's changing really, really fast.

From a marketing and advertising standpoint, I'm well over halfway done on the legal limits of parenting, with changes to my demographic class coming up quick. And the need to keep in touch with new technology, thoughts and and ideas has never been greater, really.

But the funny thing about those changes? The kids are going through them with speed, too. We were in a hotel room for a couple of days, and the TV screen never went on. That wouldn't have happened just two years ago, when we took our last vacation. It's also not because my kids are that virtuous and active, but because they'd much rather spend time with their personal screens (phones and tablets), where the content is more under their control, and they have more privacy and interaction.

Media buyers will note that their business is just fine, really. They sound a lot like record labels a couple of decades ago, or travel agents, and so on. That's just how fast it goes, and nothing is slowing down. Or probably ever will.

Even in the most timeless of places.

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Of Clipboards and (Future) Convicts

The killer as a young genius

My first job in marketing was at an independent music trade show. The show in question was started by my housemate, who saw an opportunity based on an underserved region, and his friendships with a great number of hustling indie musicians. That number included me, but I also held a couple of degrees, and the aggression taught to those who study journalism.

The show needed a lot of everything, and the job was different just about every day, because most of the work was done by volunteers. Organization was haphazard at best. Either I was listening to showcase submission tapes, arranging sessions, selling advertising and sponsorship slots, writing the directory, and so on, and so on. There was always something to do, always a fire to put out, and, well, I've got a motor. I wound up doing so much for the show that it led to my second job in marketing, because the lead sponsor of the show was impressed, and hired me away from it.

Anyway, my all-around fireman duties included talent relations, because music industry celebrities would much rather talk to each other than the public, and need a gentle amount of rousting to get them to conform to a schedule and get to their various rooms. At an event such as this, where the fans aren't just fans but incredibly desperate creatives who are trying to secure fame and fortune by impressing industry, getting them to and from various rooms is pretty much a nightmare. Which is why this advice is absolutely golden: carry a clipboard.

Why a clipboard? Because when you have one, along with the studied air of blue collar indifference and/or annoyance, you seem like someone who has Some Official Duty, and that's all you really need for a lot of real-world situations. I've walked past an inordinate number of security guards with nothing but a clipboard and a desire to not spend time explaining why there was nothing but blank paper on it. It doesn't work nearly as well as it used to, but it still works a lot. People think you are there to check on the electrical or plumbing. Anyway, back to the main story.

Twenty odd years ago, Phil Spector was universally regarded as a producing genius, as close to famous as any rock producer had ever been. We also knew he wasn't a very nice person, not at all, and that he liked to carry a gun to places where he probably should not. He was also one of the biggest names to show up for our show, and knew it. So he came late, with the limo dropping him right at the front entrance of the hotel, with the driver storming off because he had clearly offended someone in the process of getting there.

No security. No entourage. Just a famous and very scary recluse, in front of hundreds of people with demo tapes in their pockets and dreams in their hearts, and no one is particularly interested in having him get to his panel. We also know he's armed and Not Right. (Spector turned out to be all kinds of not right later, and was convicted of murder. He'll be behind bars for the rest of his life. Having met the man, color me not surprised.)

So I whipped out the clipboard, pretended I was at least a foot taller than I am, and decisively cut through the crowd, and shepherded Spector. We got through the crowd, with an awkward pit stop at the restroom (I got lucky and guessed the best right direction to get to one), and the panel proceeded without incident. Spector's limo came back some hours later, and he left without rancor. The trade show's attendees got the access they paid for, and not more.

A bluff, strongly presented, took down the hand and saved the day. Nothing went wrong, when so much could have.

Which, when you are doing event marketing, is about all you can hope for, really.

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