On To A New Week
The weekend ended in typical Portland Freelancer style. I watched my cable access show which was thrown together literally on the drive to edit it down. Of course, I added some foliage scenes from this Fall so there’d be a shot of traffic on Grand spliced in with a red tree from Mt. Tabor. Hey, it’s all art, baby.
My wife flipped over from her show during the commercials, upstairs in the living room – I spend a lot of time lurking in the basement. She had a hilarious review: “You know that part where you’re talking about the traffic lights on MLK? I just wonder about the people who go on watching. The people who say, “I can’t change the channel. I’m mesmerized by this.”” My wife can be very funny.
I went to print out my script and of course the printer ran out of ink. I don’t even flinch at times like these. I was very moved by the producer’s latest email. He has a documentary project coming out involving Peter Jackson of King Kong fame, not to mention Lord of the Rings, so the producer is in a great head space. He talked about how our karmas have become intertwined – not your typical producer talk. And not Brokeback Mountain talk either, if that’s what you’re thinking. We just became friends. He went through a stage where he seemed so remorseful about not getting a deal done, which is just crazy. We got past that and the new theory is we were just out of step with the powers that be. I’ll tell you this: I have access from God down there, and Leno had nothing to do with it. This is not a case of not getting my chance. My stuff gets rejected at the highest levels.
The key to being a freelancer is to enjoy the process. That might be all you get. I know comedians who act like they got screwed because they didn’t get a TV series or whatever. I didn’t go into this to become bitter. I’m trying to crack Hollywood like it was a safe. Uh oh. Maybe I’ve let on too much here. I play music out of artistic integrity. I write jokes partly to do good in the world, to be part of the fun side and alleviate misery. But Hollywood? Please. Let’s be real.
2 Comments:
"My wife flipped over from her show during the commercials... She had a hilarious review: “You know that part where you’re talking about the traffic lights on MLK? I just wonder about the people who go on watching. The people who say, “I can’t change the channel. I’m mesmerized by this.”"
That was me, I surfed onto the show and saw you parked on Madison (?) facing the Hawthorne Bridge. My thumb was on the channel up button of my remote, but I didn't switch for a while.
To tell you the truth, while watching your show I couldn't help thinking "how the heck did this guy sell 500 jokes to Jay Leno?" One of your ad libs was something about the rain being like 'a garden hose in a shower stall.' A garden hose in a shower stall? Who drags a garden hose into a shower? A garden hose won't screw onto a bathroom faucet, so that means you
A: hook up the hose outside
B: turn on the water
C: carry the hose inside (or throw it through a window)
D: feed the hose into the shower stall
E: undress (optional)
F: get in the shower.
Well even though you don't seem very funny, here I am at your blog. I bookmarked it and I'll probably watch your show again too- but only if you put up a blog entry on how to sell jokes to people who buy jokes.
Thanks
Signed,
Anonymous in Portland
That show was the weakest thing ever in the history of television. I'm sorry. One time an IRS agent asked me how I got behind on my taxes. I told her, "I'm a conedy writer. Someimes I'm funny and sometimes I'm not."
Thanks for bookmarking and I will spend the rest of my blogging career trying to dispel your first impression. God, that show sucked.
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