February 22, 2007 - 20 comments

A Jacksonville Jaunt of Creative Tomfoolery

After a short flight from icy Newark International Airport to balmy Jacksonville, a car pulled up in front of the pickup area commandeered by none other than Carl Smith, Search and Rescue expert from nGen Works, a legendary web standards design firm in town. I knew immediately, even though this meeting was prearranged weeks in advance, trouble would certainly be found with the nefarious Mr. Smith. After a swift, yet jaunty punch in the face from Carl ("Why, Carl, why?" I muttered through a mixture of tears and blood. Smith chuckled, "Because I love you man..."), my modest OGIO suitcase was heaved into the trunk of his mighty 4-wheeled steed and we high-tailed it to Destination 1: the Hampton Inn on 1331 Prudential Drive.

The welcome I received at the hotel was unexpected as a bevy of small, and highly unpleasant proboscis monkeys (a delicacy in the local restaurants) dressed to the nines in nothing more than Fluevog sneaks and nGen t-shirts, snatched my luggage and proceeded to drag it safely to my accommodations in the penthouse suite. Carl laughed, as this was another prearranged surprise, and he threw two bananas to the apes, who fought over the fruity treats while Carl once again, delivered a powerful punch to my face. "Good to see you, man," he chortled. I teared up again, but wouldn't respond...

Once inside, Carl spoke of my mission: speak on a panel with Klaus Heech - Owner/Art Director of Juicy Temples in Orlando, FL, and Jefferson Rall - founding principal and lead creative at TurnWest Collaborative in Jacksonville. Klaus is a gigantic man with equally gigantic creative skillz and Jefferson is a bit of hometown creative celebrity, signing autographs, kissing babies and alligators at every corner.

But first there was the business of meeting up with two of nGen's ninja-like henchmen (Travis Schmeisser and Joey Marchy) and discussing both the state of the creative union and bands unbeknownst to anyone the pop music world, over several pints of Dos Equis and a delightful shrimp salad feast at a local 5 Points watering hole. We laughed, wept like children and parted ways all threatening to "see each other tomorrow" at the nGen Creative Bunker in the heart of Jacksonville. In true ninja fashion both Travis and Joey disappeared behind a puff of mysterious green smoke and were gone. I had no idea, but could only fear what would come next...

I could hear Carl's car honking and startling the guests at 9:01am on the dot. As I pushed my way through the furious guests that had gathered around his vehicle, I remembered Carl's instructions from the previous night like a terrifying childhood nursery rhyme: "If you're either 1 minute early or 1 minute late," Carl remarked, "you'll get another 'happy punch' - this time in your eye." After Carl finished tying his blindfold tightly around my head googlers, he reminded me that "if I removed it, he would 'kill me'." I shivered, as the car travelled at breakneck speed through the streets of J-Ville, into the dark heart of nGen's Secret Lair. They locked me in the bathroom with my laptop, reminding me that if I complained, they would all make sure I never saw the sunlight again. My fingers tippity-tapped at the keys, sending out several distress emails, which I later found out, were all not only intercepted by the nGen team, but also sent to everyone they knew in Jacksonville with "LOL" in the subject line.

"It's time to go Monkey Boy. Monkey Boy speak now," chortled Carl, as his henchmen (including Bruce Cooke and Varick Rosete) pointed and made hissing ape noises. Again, I was blindfolded and taken (this time at gunpoint) to the River City Brewery for the panel talk to members of The Jacksonville Marketing and Advertising Club. I thought about leaping out of the car on the way to save myself from Smiths' torturous ways only to remind myself of the live alligators that roam the streets of Jacksonville, feasting upon the tourists. I stayed put, now firmly bound with piano wire to Carl's baby seat. The only thing I can remotely recall is Smith's diabolical laughing the entire ride, occasionally drowned out by AC/DC pounding from the car speakers in mono.

The River City Brewery is located downtown, and while the sun was burning brightly in the sky, I found myself fighting to keep my composure during this ride. We arrived and after a brief introduction to Klaus and Jefferson, I was told by Carl to "speak when you are spoken to and I might not pour hot oil on your face." I obliged.

The panel discussion was a delightful experience, with the three of us trading creative blows while Carl ran the show like a Russian ringmaster with trained grizzly bears. The audience asked questions and we responded in turn. In my newly elevated and wily state, I muttered "The Big agency model is dead" (more on that in a future post). Carl's black eyes lit up and the captive audience (Carl had not only locked the doors, but he also had fastened prisoner bracelets to each attendees ankle) gasped. The panel discussion was truly a delight, and when the salad forks stopped being thrown at our heads, I ceased my Carl-induced weeping.

Next, we travelled like a merry band of rogues to Flagler College. On the way we spotted two tourists being devoured by what could only be described a perverse mutated half alligator half wildebeest. We pointed and chuckled like old pals. "It's the way it is around here, Dave," remarked Carl. "And if you keep looking at me, I'll feed you to them next." I turned away and choked back the tears...Again.

Flagler Beach is like combining the attraction of surf culture with the quaintness of an old Mexican town - with Pirates. We met Randy Taylor, one of the instructors at the college who is not only in charge of training today's creative youth at the wily art of client interaction, but he also hangs his hat on a massive ocean cruiser that he calls home.

In a move that could only be described as foolhardy, I left my camera back at the nGen Compound, missing out on capturing much of the beauty that is Flagler. The architecture is quite breathtaking - with Pirates. It also happens to be Jeffersons' alma mater, so we were treated like kings of yore and practically given the keys to the Dean's dressing room. The four of us chatted with captive students (Carl used the same technique on them as he did earlier in the day at The Brewery) and found ourselves fast becoming friends. We feasted on beer, mead and more shrimp at another local watering hole and discovered that we all had many yarns of client successes and nightmares to share. In an astonishing surprise, my fellow dread-pirate pal Mike Rutledge, now schooling the students in the ways of "The Creative Force" at the college, showed up wearing a parrot on his shoulder and grasping a tanqueray and tonic in his hand. We spoke briefly about bars, beers and bears.

Moments later I was safely back at the hotel Hampton, my oasis away from the Flagler oasis with little knowledge of how or why I was here. I've heard of Carl's memory altering tools, but never thought he would use them on me during our feast at Flagler. While the majority of this tale is likely a farcical memory implanted by the diabolical Mr. Smith, I still believe that my work in Jacksonville is not done. Someday soon, I will return -- armed with alligator repellent and a hockey mask to deter the clobbering fists of Carl Smith...

Dave Fletcher is a Founder and Creative Director of theMechanism, a maxi-media firm in New York City and London. He hopes his memory of the event serves him correctly, and promises to write another entry about the Jacksonville trip as soon as Carl Smith's memory altering chemicals wear off.

Published by: davefletcher in The Design Mechanism, The Thinking Mechanism

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Varick
February 22, 2007 at 11:57 am

Very nice. Great story, great story. I wish I coulda made it out to enjoy the festivities. Now the truth to what happened was…

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Varick
February 22, 2007 at 11:57 am

Very nice. Great story, great story. I wish I coulda made it out to enjoy the festivities. Now the truth to what happened was…

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Ron H
February 25, 2007 at 2:41 pm

Good story. Though I must have missed my shout out. I guess that’s what I get for bumping your emails to the spam folder.

It was good to hang with you and the rest of the bunch in St Aug. It’s always a good place to go.

I guess I will have to invite you to re:Charge 08 to be sure to get a mention in the next Jax Jaunt story.

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Ron H
February 25, 2007 at 2:41 pm

Good story. Though I must have missed my shout out. I guess that’s what I get for bumping your emails to the spam folder.

It was good to hang with you and the rest of the bunch in St Aug. It’s always a good place to go.

I guess I will have to invite you to re:Charge 08 to be sure to get a mention in the next Jax Jaunt story.

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Dave Fletcher
February 25, 2007 at 10:45 pm

Ron, you are a true pal ol’ fella!
Great to see you in Jacksonville.

We truly gotta get you talking more at dinner though. And you didn’t punch me once…

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Dave Fletcher
February 25, 2007 at 10:45 pm

Ron, you are a true pal ol’ fella!
Great to see you in Jacksonville.

We truly gotta get you talking more at dinner though. And you didn’t punch me once…

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Mark
February 26, 2007 at 11:42 am

Hey Dave, it was great seeing you at Flagler, I was there but I am not a student, I work at a local development shop and was the guy in the front that asked about browser compatibility. Anyway, awesome that I got the chance to meet you and your mates, you gave some good advice for the newbs. Keep on keepin’ on.

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Mark
February 26, 2007 at 11:42 am

Hey Dave, it was great seeing you at Flagler, I was there but I am not a student, I work at a local development shop and was the guy in the front that asked about browser compatibility. Anyway, awesome that I got the chance to meet you and your mates, you gave some good advice for the newbs. Keep on keepin’ on.

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Dave Fletcher
February 26, 2007 at 1:02 pm

Thanks for attending Mark! And thanks for dropping us a line at the journal. It means a lot that folks actually read this drivel.
If you ever have questions, shoot them over and I’ll do my best to help you out.

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Dave Fletcher
February 26, 2007 at 1:02 pm

Thanks for attending Mark! And thanks for dropping us a line at the journal. It means a lot that folks actually read this drivel.
If you ever have questions, shoot them over and I’ll do my best to help you out.

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Ron H
February 27, 2007 at 6:49 pm

True. I should have piped up more at dinner. Sometimes I fall into fly-on-a-wall mode and listen to the stuff around me. I was just taking in the great stories of hoookers in Amsterdam, pissed off Frenchmen and possible sleeper cell terrorist clients. I cant help but be quiet and listen to stories like that.

Also, next time I will be sure to punch you.

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Ron H
February 27, 2007 at 6:49 pm

True. I should have piped up more at dinner. Sometimes I fall into fly-on-a-wall mode and listen to the stuff around me. I was just taking in the great stories of hoookers in Amsterdam, pissed off Frenchmen and possible sleeper cell terrorist clients. I cant help but be quiet and listen to stories like that.

Also, next time I will be sure to punch you.

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Carl Smith
February 28, 2007 at 9:36 pm

Psssst.

Hey Dave, come over here.

BAM – HAPPY PUNCH!

I told you not to talk.

Now you must suffer the consequences.

Sorry I didn’t get to see you during my 24 hour to New York. I stayed at Club Quarters just down from Radio City.

You live in a great town me brother.

Especially great for snipers looking to stop crybabies from tattling.

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Carl Smith
February 28, 2007 at 9:36 pm

Psssst.

Hey Dave, come over here.

BAM – HAPPY PUNCH!

I told you not to talk.

Now you must suffer the consequences.

Sorry I didn’t get to see you during my 24 hour to New York. I stayed at Club Quarters just down from Radio City.

You live in a great town me brother.

Especially great for snipers looking to stop crybabies from tattling.

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Dave Fletcher
March 1, 2007 at 11:55 am

I turn away and choke back the tears…yet again. Next time you come to New York old pal, I’m gonna show you “MY New Yawwk” — and that means hunting bears.

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Dave Fletcher
March 1, 2007 at 11:55 am

I turn away and choke back the tears…yet again. Next time you come to New York old pal, I’m gonna show you “MY New Yawwk” — and that means hunting bears.

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carl Smith
March 7, 2009 at 6:06 pm

Years later this still makes me laugh.

You crazy Dave Fletcher.

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carl Smith
March 7, 2009 at 6:06 pm

Years later this still makes me laugh.

You crazy Dave Fletcher.

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Dave Fletcher
March 13, 2009 at 1:36 pm

It’s a tickly tale, fo sho.

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Dave Fletcher
March 13, 2009 at 1:36 pm

It’s a tickly tale, fo sho.

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