I kinda had a meltdown today. It was actually quite humorous! It all started when i asked the bus driver to get a transfer for the next bus. In her very snotty tone she replied, "I don't have any!"(with a sharp jolting action in her neck, very comparible to violent heaving or a seizure). I then asked her, "Then how am i going to transfer buses? Do i have to pay for the next bus again?" She then lashes back with, "That's not my responsibility!" Needless to say, this set me off!!!!! I started to get red and then blurted out, "Oh yes it is your responsibility, bitch!" BAD IDEA! (Now let me take a moment to say that i apologize for this reaction, and it was due to high levels of stress and boredom at my internship today).
She slammed on the brakes, pulled over to the nearest intersection, and opened the door! Without being told, i walked off the bus, and didn't look back. What had i done? I was about to learn how to walk because i apparently couldn't learn how to hold my tongue! This was not how i pictured the day going. I had had the worst day at work, the reality of me moving to Los Angeles had just come crashing down on me in the past couple days, and i was extremely hot and irritable. Justification for calling her a bitch?...not really, but it made me feel better for the split second in time between the profanity and the bus jolting to a halt.
Walking down the side walk in the Los Angeles heat was really starting to get to my head. I looked around to see the poverty and misery that i was walking through as though i was above it, and then a sweet little mexican woman smiled at me and handed me a flower. I handed over two dollars and a tear came into my eyes and she smiled at me and said, "God Bless." Whether i want to believe that i'm here all alone, i'm not. God is truly watching over me. Why can't i contemplate this idea? Why do i want to do this alone without a source of strength and insite? Do i really feel it to be beneficial?
As my ipod went onto the next album in its library, Michael W. Smith's Freedom Album, the piano started to play, the sun caught my eye, and for a moment in time, i really understood where i was in the world. I was no better than that wonderful mexican woman on the street peddling flowers, and who was i to even think i was superior to her? Thoughts of back home, family, friends, and most of all the sense of security i no longer had came flooding into my mind, and went pouring down my face. It was incredible. It was such a cleanse. I just let it flow. Walking down Santa Monica Blvd was the most pathetic, but truly real version of who i am. I'm a very weak, but very talented guy...and all that i can ask of myself, is that i capture the reality of that moment in time, and stay true to that reality throughout.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Menage A Trois...
So some exciting news was relayed to me yesterday! I got a job when i'm done with my internship! OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! I will be working as an assistant to the CEO of Modern Artist Management! WAHOO! I'll learn so much and be exposed to such amazing opportunities!
Today was good! I really can't complain. I sat around all morning watching TV and drinking coffee, went to Lunch with a friend, and then went to work. Nothing special...but moreso the day had a sense of anticipation. Anticipation for many things. Where my sense of security/stability will come from, where i'll be in a month/year/decade/minute, what to think when i walk out the door, and what things i will be exposed to here in crazy world....a world of possibilites though :~)
I am however, starting to realize something about Los Angeles. 1) People will tell you anything(aka...lie to your frikin face)to get what they want out of you, 2) They are the most ingenuine group of humans on the face of the earth, and 3) They do not regret a Day of their lives. Why do i bring this up? Well, as my favorite white wine is so perfectly named, "Menage a trois"(meaning, the blend of three, or "threesome") you need to have a balance of all of these things to survive here. 1) The ability to fabricate of story, 2) The ability to fake sincerity, & 3) The ability to shake off every ounce of inhibition and live without regret!
The perfect example of this would be tonight...
I was standing there, minding my own business at Mirabelle(the current place of my employment ;~) when...a gentleman walks up to me....and starts "talking". The LIES... He was trying to get me to believe this bogus story of how he was a "make it from scratch" suit dealer in London, who supposedly sells his suits for over 10,000 dollars. This is really hard to believe from a guy who is wearing the worst pair of trousers i've ever seen...not to mention he was walking all over his English Accent. He butchered it beyond belief! I wouldn't believe that man had ever stepped foot out of Los Angeles if he paid me!
Anywayz, then he does something that i never thought he could. He marched up to the most beautiful woman in the bar(you know the one...the one who is so beautiful that when you look at her swoosh her hair about and laugh and blink, her whole image has a haze over it and time slows down) and asks if he can buy her dinner. Now if you can imagine my surprise when he walks up to me, beautful girl on his arm, and ask for a table for two! What in the world? DID I MENTION THIS MAN WAS MOVING IN ON BEING 60 YEARS OLD? It was outrageous! Anywayz, this man completely wowed this girl, buying her the most expensive bottle of wine on our menu ($800.00), ordering filet mignon, and finishing off a chocolate souffle. Talk about a "sincere" way to get under a skirt! What i'm saying is...this man knew what he want and got it! He fabricated a story...had no sense of regret and walked up to this woman, and ended up taking her home because of his "sincerity".
What i'm trying to to portray is what i'm up against. These guys are some well trained cats! I'm definitely gonna have to step up my game!
Today was good! I really can't complain. I sat around all morning watching TV and drinking coffee, went to Lunch with a friend, and then went to work. Nothing special...but moreso the day had a sense of anticipation. Anticipation for many things. Where my sense of security/stability will come from, where i'll be in a month/year/decade/minute, what to think when i walk out the door, and what things i will be exposed to here in crazy world....a world of possibilites though :~)
I am however, starting to realize something about Los Angeles. 1) People will tell you anything(aka...lie to your frikin face)to get what they want out of you, 2) They are the most ingenuine group of humans on the face of the earth, and 3) They do not regret a Day of their lives. Why do i bring this up? Well, as my favorite white wine is so perfectly named, "Menage a trois"(meaning, the blend of three, or "threesome") you need to have a balance of all of these things to survive here. 1) The ability to fabricate of story, 2) The ability to fake sincerity, & 3) The ability to shake off every ounce of inhibition and live without regret!
The perfect example of this would be tonight...
I was standing there, minding my own business at Mirabelle(the current place of my employment ;~) when...a gentleman walks up to me....and starts "talking". The LIES... He was trying to get me to believe this bogus story of how he was a "make it from scratch" suit dealer in London, who supposedly sells his suits for over 10,000 dollars. This is really hard to believe from a guy who is wearing the worst pair of trousers i've ever seen...not to mention he was walking all over his English Accent. He butchered it beyond belief! I wouldn't believe that man had ever stepped foot out of Los Angeles if he paid me!
Anywayz, then he does something that i never thought he could. He marched up to the most beautiful woman in the bar(you know the one...the one who is so beautiful that when you look at her swoosh her hair about and laugh and blink, her whole image has a haze over it and time slows down) and asks if he can buy her dinner. Now if you can imagine my surprise when he walks up to me, beautful girl on his arm, and ask for a table for two! What in the world? DID I MENTION THIS MAN WAS MOVING IN ON BEING 60 YEARS OLD? It was outrageous! Anywayz, this man completely wowed this girl, buying her the most expensive bottle of wine on our menu ($800.00), ordering filet mignon, and finishing off a chocolate souffle. Talk about a "sincere" way to get under a skirt! What i'm saying is...this man knew what he want and got it! He fabricated a story...had no sense of regret and walked up to this woman, and ended up taking her home because of his "sincerity".
What i'm trying to to portray is what i'm up against. These guys are some well trained cats! I'm definitely gonna have to step up my game!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Knowing what you want...
Well...well...well...
Amanda and i got off work today and decided to be a little off the hook! We started by walking down the street in Beverly Hills, mostly because we felt like fat pigs after eating "Sprinkles" cupcakes and pizza all day long. We had high ambitions of getting on our tennies and playing tennis, but that soon turned into having a cold beer, sprawled out on the cool grass, and having a heart to heart. Amanda and i really became intimate friends today i think. We understand each other, and we were really real with our lives. It was really hard for me to break through her wall that she immediatley throws up at you. I don't really know what you're looking for in these daily blogs...and i guess i don't really care. What i want you to get from this is the "Real Deal". The things that are actually going on, the thoughts that are actually going through our heads, and finally, what WE are making of the opportunity. I think that will preach louder than any BS i'd throw your way. The truth is, this city is really intimidating. Its easy to be hot shit when you live in Saint Paul...there's no one to stop you! But when you get out here, there is so much competition, and you have to be able to step up your game and be ready to answer for every action you take place in. I guess what i'm trying to communicate is that its not all fun and games...its hard work! The golden ticket won't just be handed to you, so you're gonna have to go out and buy every wonka bar until you find it! Watch out!!!
Amanda and i got off work today and decided to be a little off the hook! We started by walking down the street in Beverly Hills, mostly because we felt like fat pigs after eating "Sprinkles" cupcakes and pizza all day long. We had high ambitions of getting on our tennies and playing tennis, but that soon turned into having a cold beer, sprawled out on the cool grass, and having a heart to heart. Amanda and i really became intimate friends today i think. We understand each other, and we were really real with our lives. It was really hard for me to break through her wall that she immediatley throws up at you. I don't really know what you're looking for in these daily blogs...and i guess i don't really care. What i want you to get from this is the "Real Deal". The things that are actually going on, the thoughts that are actually going through our heads, and finally, what WE are making of the opportunity. I think that will preach louder than any BS i'd throw your way. The truth is, this city is really intimidating. Its easy to be hot shit when you live in Saint Paul...there's no one to stop you! But when you get out here, there is so much competition, and you have to be able to step up your game and be ready to answer for every action you take place in. I guess what i'm trying to communicate is that its not all fun and games...its hard work! The golden ticket won't just be handed to you, so you're gonna have to go out and buy every wonka bar until you find it! Watch out!!!
New Beginnings...
Well,
Today has been an interesting day for me...a day of contemplation if you will. I find myself in California, a thousand miles away from anyone that knows me or cares to know me. So...the way i see it, i have two options. First, i can fall on the ground crying, feel sorry for myself when i wake up, and continue in this debotchery for the rest of the day. Or, Second, i could see this as an opportunity for growth, personal and professional, and seize life as though i have no other option. The past couple of weeks, i've fallen into the first scenerio, and today, i have decided to take on the second. Why should anyone just hand me a free ticket to a career?...that's ridiculous to even contemplate!
I believe that i have tons to offer a company, but i need to hammer out some things in order to hoan my skills in the industry and see where i fit in...so...i've that i'm going to take on my friend zac as my first management client. He's incredibly talented and motivated, as am i! We have known each other for years(we went to high school together) and he lives here in los angeles as well. The componenet to our relationship that is essential is comprised of two things...we both believe in each others abilities, and we both have completely different view points on specific topics. I really think taking on this task will cause me to grow, and push my to be Zac's go-to guy! I want to learn and experience everything...booking, contracts, photo shoots, marketing, promotions, recording, merchandising, and simply, learning how to just give a shit! I want to know everything as far as the industry goes! Is that possible? Probably not, and that's why it will be a "life" goal.
It may sound like i'm blabbing, and i'm sorry to have such a downer blog, but i needed to get it off my chest, so deal with it!
Today has been an interesting day for me...a day of contemplation if you will. I find myself in California, a thousand miles away from anyone that knows me or cares to know me. So...the way i see it, i have two options. First, i can fall on the ground crying, feel sorry for myself when i wake up, and continue in this debotchery for the rest of the day. Or, Second, i could see this as an opportunity for growth, personal and professional, and seize life as though i have no other option. The past couple of weeks, i've fallen into the first scenerio, and today, i have decided to take on the second. Why should anyone just hand me a free ticket to a career?...that's ridiculous to even contemplate!
I believe that i have tons to offer a company, but i need to hammer out some things in order to hoan my skills in the industry and see where i fit in...so...i've that i'm going to take on my friend zac as my first management client. He's incredibly talented and motivated, as am i! We have known each other for years(we went to high school together) and he lives here in los angeles as well. The componenet to our relationship that is essential is comprised of two things...we both believe in each others abilities, and we both have completely different view points on specific topics. I really think taking on this task will cause me to grow, and push my to be Zac's go-to guy! I want to learn and experience everything...booking, contracts, photo shoots, marketing, promotions, recording, merchandising, and simply, learning how to just give a shit! I want to know everything as far as the industry goes! Is that possible? Probably not, and that's why it will be a "life" goal.
It may sound like i'm blabbing, and i'm sorry to have such a downer blog, but i needed to get it off my chest, so deal with it!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Hot Weather....
Well,
I am still trying to keep up with the fast paced los angeles...but it's not fairing to well! I'm doing fine...don't get me wrong, it's just that i can't handle the heat sometimes! I love it to be warm when i'm wearing shorts and sitting on the beach, but when it's coming in on 6:00, you've just left work, and you're about to overheat with your jeans and dress shirt on, then we're about to have a problem. Sad thing is, it's not even July yet! I'm a dead man when it comes to having the heat wave this summer, i'll be soooooooooooooo far gone!
I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with everything right now...granted i have a job, and am now making money enough to live here, but i am simply so far exhausted at the end of every day! I get up at 7:00 get on a bus for an hour and a half, go to work all day, get on another bus, and get back to my house around 7:00 that night. 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Well, i guess this means i should go to bed...i'm a little tired!
I am still trying to keep up with the fast paced los angeles...but it's not fairing to well! I'm doing fine...don't get me wrong, it's just that i can't handle the heat sometimes! I love it to be warm when i'm wearing shorts and sitting on the beach, but when it's coming in on 6:00, you've just left work, and you're about to overheat with your jeans and dress shirt on, then we're about to have a problem. Sad thing is, it's not even July yet! I'm a dead man when it comes to having the heat wave this summer, i'll be soooooooooooooo far gone!
I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with everything right now...granted i have a job, and am now making money enough to live here, but i am simply so far exhausted at the end of every day! I get up at 7:00 get on a bus for an hour and a half, go to work all day, get on another bus, and get back to my house around 7:00 that night. 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Well, i guess this means i should go to bed...i'm a little tired!
Monday, June 11, 2007
The One That Was First
Well, here goes...my first blog after living in Los Angeles! I'm sorry it took so long for me to write, but i was kinda overwhelmed with getting a job(that pays the bills, not the i have to pay to work at ;~), and trying to adjust with the culture shock. This little boy from rural Montana needed some alone time. A week and a half ago, i sold everything i owned...except the three suitcases filled with clothes...and here i am...in Los Angeles...trying to make it happen with my career. Walking down the street is so much different than in my little hometown of Fairfield...well, acutally...different doesn't even come close to explaining it! Hollywood is such a "trip"! Every second you turn around, you feel like you're in a scene from a movie, and you're the star. ;~) Since i've been here, i've said hi to Vin Deisel while walking to Burger King, i ran into William Shatner on Beverly and Wilshire, i brought Kelly Clarkson coffee over at her hotel during her recent international interview expo, and i've been working hand in hand with Mandie Moore's CD release on June 16th...did i mention it's been a WEEK SINCE I MOVED HERE!!!!
My first week at THE FIRM was incredible. We walked off the elevator and were quickly wisked away to the downstairs mail room to meet all of the new interns!
They are as follows:
Eric - A crazy-asian-engineering undergrad-current entertainment law student-originally from cali-but now hailing from new york was dressed in a tan suit...neatly pressed, and had on a calming ice blue dress shirt, buttoned with a tie.
Margarette - A home grown corn bread eatin', southern woman-from Arkansas-currently attending University of Mississippi -tall, but not too tall-fit, but not too fit- neatly dressed in a classic white cardigan, eloquently finished with pressed black board shorts, a little silver purse and matching accessories ;~) I found out later...she a suburban drivin' machine...no for real, she drove a suburban here from Mississippi...talk about dedicated! hehe ;~)
Andrew # 1 - Wearing a very rich shade of aubergine, this "gentleman" came off as too confident...to be honest, he was the topic of conversation the whole day! No one, not even my humble heart was able to take his cocky blabberings...um, do i sound bitter?...cause i'm not! I was to later learn that he was not self absorbed, just came off that way at first...i actually would consider him my favorite person here now! I enjoy talking with him, and he's actually majoring in the same field i did. We hang out often...FINGERS CROSSED! ;~)
I don't think I need to describe Amanda...you all should know who she is ;~)
Day 1 Tasks: Create over 100 email accounts, and vote for Enrique Inglesias's new music video, "Do you know?(the ping pong song)" Did i mention that it's the worst music video ever! Rhianna totally deserves the number one video over him...but i'll do what i have to do i guess. Around 3:00 i recieved a tasks from Jeff Kwatinetz (CEO of THE FIRM)...i timidly walked into his office and he handed my my task. I had to find a signed jersey of Lester Hayes, a former Raiders tight end, and have it shipped to his house for one of the executives birthday presents. I had only 1 hour to get it on a plane because the last shipment went out at 6:00 eastern time! Amanda and i went to achieve excellence. We were on the phone with various memorabilia dealers in the nation and found a jersey in po-dunk wisconsin!...the day ended with victory! Yahoo!!!!
Day 2 Tasks:
Sit and Stare....
Read a book....
Stare some more...
INTERNSHIP REQUEST!!!!! Vera(my favorite assistant...and i can definitely say, i'm her favorite intern{we had a great connection!})needed someone to stuff Kelly Clarksons promotional copies of her new single, "Never Again"...I finished the task, and then Vera wanted to keep me around so we could finish our conversation! She had me organize all of Kelly's Merchandise, read and sort her fan mail and fan presents, and sort through and organize all of her music videos and tv appearence! My next amazing task was something that i couldn't even handle!!! She got a call from Kelly(who was over at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel doing an interview expo), and she needed some coffee picked up from Starbucks and then delivered! I ran down to Starbucks with a company credit card, picked up her grande...1/2 caff. 1/2 decaf. one shot of mocha, not to hot drink, and rushed over to the hotel. I was greeted with nothing but smiles from the beautiful texan, and we were able to sit down and talk! She was so sweet, and she wanted to know all about me! She wasn't at all interested in her life!
Day # 3 Tasks:
Needless to say, the day was so depressing after meeting kelly!, but i made it work. My whole day was consumed with a huge project for Wendi(the radio stations manager!)restoring her Top 40 book...it was my task to completely renew all the information in her book...including Morning/Mid Day/Afternoon/and evening talkshows...find out the moniker, all contact info, and execs at the station. While talking to wendi, i found out that she was from minneapolis originally and we had about a two hour conversation about things to do in the twin cities.
I'm starting to feel a little more at home here in this big city. I went back home to montana for the weekend to see my parents, and i was actually looking forward to getting back on the plane to LA! My bed is starting to feel like mine...i'm seeing people i know everyday, and the opportunities in this new "world" i'm living in are unparelleled! I have to run off to do a tasks..so i'll chat later! Take Care, and love ya ;~)
My first week at THE FIRM was incredible. We walked off the elevator and were quickly wisked away to the downstairs mail room to meet all of the new interns!
They are as follows:
Eric - A crazy-asian-engineering undergrad-current entertainment law student-originally from cali-but now hailing from new york was dressed in a tan suit...neatly pressed, and had on a calming ice blue dress shirt, buttoned with a tie.
Margarette - A home grown corn bread eatin', southern woman-from Arkansas-currently attending University of Mississippi -tall, but not too tall-fit, but not too fit- neatly dressed in a classic white cardigan, eloquently finished with pressed black board shorts, a little silver purse and matching accessories ;~) I found out later...she a suburban drivin' machine...no for real, she drove a suburban here from Mississippi...talk about dedicated! hehe ;~)
Andrew # 1 - Wearing a very rich shade of aubergine, this "gentleman" came off as too confident...to be honest, he was the topic of conversation the whole day! No one, not even my humble heart was able to take his cocky blabberings...um, do i sound bitter?...cause i'm not! I was to later learn that he was not self absorbed, just came off that way at first...i actually would consider him my favorite person here now! I enjoy talking with him, and he's actually majoring in the same field i did. We hang out often...FINGERS CROSSED! ;~)
I don't think I need to describe Amanda...you all should know who she is ;~)
Day 1 Tasks: Create over 100 email accounts, and vote for Enrique Inglesias's new music video, "Do you know?(the ping pong song)" Did i mention that it's the worst music video ever! Rhianna totally deserves the number one video over him...but i'll do what i have to do i guess. Around 3:00 i recieved a tasks from Jeff Kwatinetz (CEO of THE FIRM)...i timidly walked into his office and he handed my my task. I had to find a signed jersey of Lester Hayes, a former Raiders tight end, and have it shipped to his house for one of the executives birthday presents. I had only 1 hour to get it on a plane because the last shipment went out at 6:00 eastern time! Amanda and i went to achieve excellence. We were on the phone with various memorabilia dealers in the nation and found a jersey in po-dunk wisconsin!...the day ended with victory! Yahoo!!!!
Day 2 Tasks:
Sit and Stare....
Read a book....
Stare some more...
INTERNSHIP REQUEST!!!!! Vera(my favorite assistant...and i can definitely say, i'm her favorite intern{we had a great connection!})needed someone to stuff Kelly Clarksons promotional copies of her new single, "Never Again"...I finished the task, and then Vera wanted to keep me around so we could finish our conversation! She had me organize all of Kelly's Merchandise, read and sort her fan mail and fan presents, and sort through and organize all of her music videos and tv appearence! My next amazing task was something that i couldn't even handle!!! She got a call from Kelly(who was over at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel doing an interview expo), and she needed some coffee picked up from Starbucks and then delivered! I ran down to Starbucks with a company credit card, picked up her grande...1/2 caff. 1/2 decaf. one shot of mocha, not to hot drink, and rushed over to the hotel. I was greeted with nothing but smiles from the beautiful texan, and we were able to sit down and talk! She was so sweet, and she wanted to know all about me! She wasn't at all interested in her life!
Day # 3 Tasks:
Needless to say, the day was so depressing after meeting kelly!, but i made it work. My whole day was consumed with a huge project for Wendi(the radio stations manager!)restoring her Top 40 book...it was my task to completely renew all the information in her book...including Morning/Mid Day/Afternoon/and evening talkshows...find out the moniker, all contact info, and execs at the station. While talking to wendi, i found out that she was from minneapolis originally and we had about a two hour conversation about things to do in the twin cities.
I'm starting to feel a little more at home here in this big city. I went back home to montana for the weekend to see my parents, and i was actually looking forward to getting back on the plane to LA! My bed is starting to feel like mine...i'm seeing people i know everyday, and the opportunities in this new "world" i'm living in are unparelleled! I have to run off to do a tasks..so i'll chat later! Take Care, and love ya ;~)
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