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2014 IEG Sponsorship Conference Real Time

This blog will be updated in “real time” so make sure you come back often to get caught up. Feel free also to mock me about my use of the term “real time”, as that is one of those expressions that is as disingenuous as “Reality TV”.

Sunday evening, about eighty Canucks, and a dozen Americans who crashed the bash, got IEG off to a rocking start with Canada Night. Besides the drinks and apps….the social got me thinking about something.

It amazes me how people who live and work in the same city, and the same industry, have to go all the way to Chicago to meet one another. If Person A had tried to reach out to Person B and randomly arrange a meet up, their odds of success might not be very high. But put drinks and snacks in the hands of the same two people in a low key Chicago sports bar, throw in some name tags and you’ve got an instant business opportunity sparking.

We work in a people business. A relationship driven industry. Whether we are sellers, buyers, advisers, or inventors…we can get a lot more done when we aren’t at our desks.

Mh3’s Guide to the IEG Sponsorship Conference

Are you headed to the IEG Sponsorship Conference in Chicago next week?

If you’ve never been before it can be a bit overwhelming. 2014 is the 31st year of the conference, and I’m old enough to have been to more than half of them. So let me throw some unsolicited advice and tips your way.

1. Stay in the conference hotel. It’s a real drag that IEG left its former base at the Chicago Hilton a few years ago, but regardless, being onsite at the Sheraton makes it so much easier to network, attend sessions, and squeeze work in…that it’s worth it.

2. Attend the keynotes above all. I usually measure my annual IEG trek on the keynotes alone. For me they make or break the event. 2013 was a “break” as in bad. 2012 was a make. Let’s hope for some even number year magic to return.

3. Attend a Sunday workshop. Pick one, any one. They tend to be more hands on, less crowded, and a great way to extract early value.

4. Make a new friend. If you’re going alone, be warned, this is a big conference yet it feels like everyone already knows everybody else. Pick a digital channel to connect with someone early and use them as your bar stool until you get to know others.

5. If you’re a client or brand marketer, change your name and adopt a corporate disguise. The hunting that goes on at IEG is over the top. I’ve had people think I was the other Trojan and start pitching me on sponsorships and some exciting Trojan activations before they even introduce themselves!

6. If you’re Canadian, or want to pretend you are, or just want to make some new marketing friends, come to Canada Night at Theory on Sunday. There will be plenty of conference goers who will be happy to provide even better guidance than my rambles! Send me a note and I will have you added to the list.

7. Attend a Wednesday session. Much like Sunday they are less crowded and there are a couple this year that look like they will send you home with that last home run idea to solidify your conference ROI!

Goodby South By

Day 4 of SXSW found me primarily bedridden with bronchitis.

Made a valiant effort to attend a workshop on CX and Content, but was ill-equipped to listen to the presenter babble on more than the 2.5 hours I prevailed. Found a walk-in clinic who put a massive whole in my glut. They called it medicine. Limped fifteen blocks to a pharmacy. Sat through a keynote by the co-host of Myth Busters. Pretty sure he was funnier than my aching head realized. Everyone else was laughing. Picked a horrible spot for lunch and subjected my colleagues to tourist food. Put me over the edge and on my way back to bed.

Hidden meaning?

Not really one you could subscribe to.

In actuality I missed the Berlin party last night.

Plain and simple the Berlin party is what it sounds like. A party put on by the city of Berlin. Interestingly enough, Berlin and Munich had joined forces at South By to promote their cities’ as creative hubs. They created a German Haus where innovators, entrepreneurs, and marketers were encouraged to congregate and ideate. They ran full page wraps around the newspapers delivered to key Austin hotels. They threw the aforementioned parties.

So while I was sleeping, the true SXSW economic engine was motoring on. Living proof that big events are less about what happens between the lines of the formal agenda and more about what happens in the margins.

SXSW Makes Me Puke

Day III of SXSW made me sick.

I wish it was because I over indulged at the Mashable party after successfully talking my way in through the VIP line and skipping a cue that went around the block halfway to San Antonio.

Instead I was headed home in a cab at 10:30, hacking up a lung.

Don’t know if I caught the Austin flu, but something knocked me out.

The good news is I had enough strength to attend a fun workshop called Idea Vomiting. Run by three kids, and I mean kids, from IBM and frog design…this brainstorming workshop illuminated powerful techniques in idea generation. The best of which is the introduction of absurdity. Our workshop task was to brainstorm ways to improve SXSW.

It was an easy task.

SXSW is super inspirational. Buzzing with energy. Racked with cool. Unfortunately it’s highly disorganized. That’s an understatement. It’s a cluster “puck” to say the least.

Lines are long. Sessions oversubscribed. Shuttle buses lost. The app is brutal. The guidebook is missing sessions. And the weather has been brutal. Yes I’m blaming the organizers for that!

The room had a lot of great ideas to help improve the event. Our team focussed on Volunteers and ended up story boarding an idea where volunteers wore different coloured shirts based on their expertise. But my favourite idea came from the group next to us.

Their idea was “Kiss My Badge”. Love the name.

Technically they wanted to load the delegate’s badges with RFID technology so we could instantly talk to our fellow attendees, get Real Time updates on session attendance and schedule changes, share feedback on sessions, and receive travel alerts related to your specific hotel.

That’s one sick idea!

South By Day II

Mark Cuban has some advice for you.

Don’t take the best paying job you can get. Take the best earning job. He also believes he is the luckiest man in the world, American universities are in for financial upheaval, it’s a waste of money to go to Harvard – unless it’s for your fourth year, he is successful due to his relentlessness, the SEC is inept, he’s the same guy he was when was poor, Microsoft needs to make small bets to inspire innovation, Apple is the only company that successfully innovates on big bets, Blackberry should sell to What’s App?, Nikon and Canon are irrelevant, he is living his bucket list every day, and business has more to teach sport than sport has to teach business. His most important life lesson? The only person who can determine how much effort you put into something is you.

Cuban was my last session of the day. His moderator is one of my personal heroes, Macintosh wizard Guy Kawasaki. He is a remarkable keynote in his own right, so interesting to see him moderate. Even more interesting to see him take swipes at Apple, the very company that made him a gazillionaire.

I also popped in on a session featuring Texas Tech HC Kliff Kingsbury. He of the my Head Coach is HOTTER than your Head Coach fame. Given the number of young digital marketing women in the room, thus campaign seems pretty valid to me. But I loved the fact KK would prefer the shirts and mugs to read “My Head Coach WINS MORE than your Head Coach”.

My day started with an amazing Digital Marketing Workshop. Anytime you can get to spend four hours in a classroom, the content has to be compelling. I didn’t want to miss a minute.The founder of Little Bird is the most interesting geek I have ever heard speak. When he mentioned that Cuban is an investor in his firm…..I wasn’t shocked.

The best news for my staff from me attending this session? I’m ready to not just listen to your crazy ideas….I’m now ready to help make them come to life!

Southern Cooking

Day 1 of my SWSX I (for me) was a sizzler.

Met the head of social media for Amazon, who kindly paid for our cab ride downtown.

Gary Vaynerchuk swore more in his keynote than I do at football practice. But his core message of “give value” to your fellow conference delegates before hitting on them for business smartly tackled the real curse of conferences.

I couldn’t get into my afternoon session, Power of Design Principles in a Connected World, and pouted over a pink Margarita at Manuel’s on 4th street.

Then headed to the SXSW newbies meet up and hung out with a Univeristy of Texas student named Jeff who will graduate this spring and head to Silicon Valley w PwC. This kid has already launched six startups in his life.

After that I went to a presentation by Octagon about reaching diverse consumer psyche groups through sports using multiple channels.

Minutes later I was at the Octagon party and three parties later it was a pricey Uber ride home to my hotel which is Oklahoma I think. (Actually it’s by the airport).

So what did I learn? My conference sucks! Okay not really. It’s not a fair comparison, because SXSW is part conference, part new business investment market, part job market, part party central, part motivational retreat, partly religious, and more than partly cultish.

In short, it’s an experience, amplified.

Go SouthWest Old Man

I am one thousand percent worried I will be the oldest delegate at SXSW this week.

I was further spooked last week, when the first fellow delegate who spotted me on the attendee list was a former intern…barely into their first real job.

Yet it’s high time I broke out of my conference routine. Later this month I will be attending IEG for the 19th or 20th time. But I need to change things up. This April will be the first time in several years I’m not attending the CSTA Sport Events Congress. It’s all I can do to resist the pull of SportAccord in Turkey or the Event Marketer conference in Salt Lake come May. The latter’s been replaced by the Mirren New Business agency conference in NYC. I’m still debating C2 in MTL and want to hear any thoughts people have on that.

(Kudos by the way to the TwentyTen Group and their XL Leadership Summit a couple of weeks back. Hearing lots of orbital buzz about how good it was!)

So I’m making some changes. Slowly.

My guess is SXSW will be anything but slow. I’m attending the Interactive week, which also is hosting three days of SPORTS this week. The integration of Sports with Interactive is generating pre-conference buzz among attendees. It’s a savvy move by the organizers, mirroring the very real collision between these two social movements on a daily basis. I’m excited to attend an event where I can hear Gary Vaynerchuk one day and Dick’s Sporting Goods the next!

Let me know if I can get anything for you while I’m in Austin. I’ve got to run and find my fake ID that says I’m 27!

Words Are Not Enough

Words are not enough to describe the last few days.

Our Canadian women and men laying waste to the Olympic hockey world. Our collective heartbeat thumping as one. Our hopes for gold doubly fulfilled.

We gathered as families, friends, colleagues, and classmates. We celebrated with strangers, commuters, bar hoppers, and barber shoppers. We arranged fake meetings, organized staff parties, and begged for Olympic-inspired class lessons; in hopes we could watch.

Hockey gremlins placed televisions in the strangest of places, as if inspired by the cleverest of Bell ads. Hockey addicts unapologetically stole looks at your laptop screen and bought permission with a shrug that said they couldn’t breathe without knowing the score.

Go Canada Go.

It didn’t come easy and we are glad it didn’t. Handwringing galore over our men’s lack of scoring was rudely overthrown by sheer panic in the women’s final. But while a goal post physically kept the team alive, it was the heart those women shared that downed this American dream.

For our men the final was not so climactic, yet the manner in which they played was equally dramatic. Mega-stars all, yet every one playing like a fourth line grinder, back-checking the Swedes into a ground chuck fit to become an Ikea meatball.

In the end, we can all name the champions we adore. Wickenheiser the ageless wizard. Toews the golden goal getter. At opposite ends of their hockey careers, each a multiple-champion, each surrounded by the same.

There are no words to describe them all.

McRib Fries the Tomato!

I love the fact that Mark McMorris has become the most followed athlete of the 2014 Olympic Winter Games.

He has now triumphed over Shaun White, aka the former Red Tomato, on both the slopes and the internet. Yesterday he was declared the most followed athlete as his broken rib medal-winning performance, combined with his made-in-Saskatchewan good looks, have proven too much for the once untouchable White. You may recall that White withdrew from the snowboard slopestyle event, declaring the course unsafe. McMorris, already suffering from a broken rib, took on the course and safely triumphed.

So now what for McMorris? It would seem the sky is the limit. No pun intended.

He could easily follow his dad into politics and become a provincial MLA….

He could sign with McDonald’s and do McRib commercials until he reaches old age….

He could start dating one of the teenaged groupies who brought him Timbits to his Toronto media interviews this weekend…. (Were they groupies or Tim Hortons marketing staff?)

He could apply for a trademark ruling on whether he or the Grey Cup champs are truly the best “riders” from Saskatchewan….

He could accept the honorary jersey I’m sure the Roughriders will bestow upon him at their home opener….

He should make sure he gets royalties from that same jersey as the Riders would sell your grandma’s green socks if they can make a buck from it….

He could ride off into the sunset, steering his BMW X5 through the prairie glow….

He best get ready for a wild trip.

Olympic Flame

Safe to say that whoever conjured up the “We Are Winter” headline for the Canadian Olympic Team’s current ad campaign should also get double duty as a weatherman. Many Canadians are shaking their heads at the cold, snow, wind, and ice that just doesn’t seem to stop. My fellow Torontonians are acting like hell has frozen over. But given that Rob Ford is still in power, that date doesn’t seem to have been reached yet.

Contrast your surroundings today with photos of palm trees from Sochi, and it’s clear to all Canadians that We Are Winter!

To keep warm, it’s time to fire up our Olympic cheer and support our athletes. Maybe due to 2010, or maybe I’m too close to my own industry, but it feels like the excitement around these Olympics is unprecedented for an “away” games.

At skiing this weekend, the clubhouse was flying every flag of the competing countries while my 11-year-old competed in a home-made biathlon. His snowboard instructors crafted a special course on the hills which featured a target shooting zone. My son didn’t win, but he didn’t fail his drug test either! All over the hills were kids, instructors and parents sporting Canadian flags, jerseys, jackets, even pants!

At dinner parties, barber shops, nail salons (my fave) and work, more people are wanting to tune in. Or have debates about how a kid from Regina can become a medalist in snowboard slopestyle. Yes it’s flat in the prairies, but Mark McMorris overcame that years ago, and a broken rib this week, to shine in this brand new event.

A telling story I saw unfold this week was when the Canadian biathlon team uniforms were held up somewhere in Russia, almost causing our team to compete in perhaps more natural gear (I made that part up). But the President of DHL Canada jumped in, summoned his troops, and soon the delivery was in the hands of team officials, and our athletes were attired in a more appropriate shade of red!

As the games unfold, Team Canada is only going to get hotter and more stories will emerge. So from chilly Creemore today I say – GO CANADA GO!