He looks forward to the 2010 NAB Convention in Las Vegas this April, and tells legacy broadcasters they need a good party, and laments how few station badges are at the shows these days. The comments are even more revealing. One wag says it should be renamed NANB, for National Association of Non-Broadcasters.

We’re now seeing the fruits of an organization that saw the handwriting on the wall long before its legacy members did, and was open and accepting of new media. I remember not long ago a broadcast industry that said non-linear editing would never work and a motion picture industry that said film would never die.

Legacy television broadcasters have nobody to blame but themselves. Like the RIAA and radio before them, they were in total denial about the changing media landscape. Instead of embracing digital technology, they cried poor and used their diminishing political influence to block its implementation.

So new delivery mediums simply built infrastructure without them, and now they’re on the outside looking in. YouTube is delivering 1080p while even legacy networks are still delivering content in SD.

We’ll be at the NAB this year, and while it might be fun to look at the big powerful transmitters, that’s not where the leading edge is, and the terrestrial folks ought to just accept it and move to the final stage of grief; acceptance.

Which I suppose is a good excuse for a party.

New suspension bridge at Boulder Dam

Thirty years ago, the Iron Skillets at the Petro Stopping Centers were dishing up all you can eat chicken fried steaks, and the smaller truck stops like Love’s were loaded with Taco Bells.

Today, the most popular franchises are the Subways and Blimpies and  Quiznos, and we’re seeing truckers eating salads and veggie subs far more often than ever before. Last year we think we saw a tipping point. The percentage of morbidly obese truckers on American highways may actually be decreasing.

But we’re also seeing far fewer of the non-franchises, the one-of-a-kind places that used to make a road trip a road trip and not just a long drive. We’re not as anxious to take chances, we’re more willing to shut ourselves off from the world, and the road is making it easier to not see anything unique from Palm Beach to Henderson.

Even the trip over Boulder Dam is being circumvented. Post 9/11 security concerns caused the federales to site inspection stations on either side of the dam, until a giant flyover can be constructed to overlook the dam, entirely.

The rise of Steve Wynn from slot manager and minority owner at the Frontier, to hotelier controlling the Golden Nugget, came because of a brilliant real estate deal forged between Howard Hughes, banker E. Parry Thomas, Wynn, and Caesars’ (long before Harrah’s was involved). The land was the very property on which today sits the unfinished Octavius Tower.

Power lines at Caesars (click to enlarge)

Its all about those  high voltage power lines that run along the south edge of the Caesars’ property, that jog and run between Bill’s Gambling Hall and Saloon (formerly the Barbary Coast) and the Flamingo. In the 80s, those lines ran a straight line across the street and formed the southern edge of Caesars. Howard Hughes owned the property south of the lines to Flamingo Boulevard.

Wynn was able to convince Howard Hughes to give him an option to buy that land, which was a remarkable feat as Hughes rarely sold investment land, and he let it known around town that he intended to build a casino much like the Barbary Coast. It wasn’t long before Caesars’ was offering the sun, sky and moon, and with the profits, Wynn took control of the Golden Nugget.

So Caesars’ cancelling expansion plans shortly after Wynn successfully opened his Encore expansion has some real historic irony in Las Vegas. Steve Wynn end-runs Caesars’ again!

But the Mirage shocked the experts, and it wasn’t long before the old Vegas hands had to make a choice: either emulate Wynn and build mega-resorts in his image (Mandalay Bay) or hold on to the 99 cent cocktail, the free slot pull and the marketing message that Vegas gives you something for nothing.

It really started before the Mirage, when Steve Wynn gained controlling interest in the Golden Nugget, downtown.

The Mirage Today

He swept the sawdust off the floors and brought in decorators who replaced it with marble, which was polished every night.

Fine art went up on the walls, even in the rest rooms, and the staff were schooled in treating guests like they were at the Ritz-Carlton and not at some sleezy gambling joint in sin city.

The buffet, which used to be a way to eat cheap food for a pittance (Circus Circus priced its breakfast buffet at 99¢), cost a whopping $27 for the Cornicopia dinner at the Nugget and included all the steamed crab legs you could eat. Steve Wynn saw Las Vegas differently than it had been seen for decades, and his success in turning a failing downtown hotel into the talk of the town attracted the investors that enabled him to change Vegas.

The old Vegas still lives on, in downtown properties like the El Cortez, owned by the venerable Jackie Gaughan and in some of the downtown and Henderson Boyd properties.

But most of today’s Vegas can trace its lineage either to Steve Wynn, or someone trying to emulate him, and now Wynn has upped the ante in an industry that is hanging on for dear life. Harrah’s and Station Casinos are trying to stay afloat.

When Wynn opened his Encore hotel, a near twin of the hotel that bears his name on the old Desert Inn property across from Fashion Show Mall, and aggressively cut rates to keep it full, he’s changed the game in Vegas again, and while no one is sure how it will come out, my money’s on Wynn. He hasn’t always made the perfect decisions, but he’s rarely made a wrong one.