Okay, the picture above probably has you asking some questions. Like, "What the hell is that?" or "Did Chris actually wear a suit to something other than a wedding or an interview?", or "What the hell is a picture from the Golden Globes doing on his blog?". Well I can answer the last one.
Marty Frey, of the LA Freys, attended the Golden Globes, working of course, and sent me some picture from the event. Now don't worry this is not going to be one of those "Who is wearing who?" or anything like that. Marty was there, he had some funny stories and I am going to share them.
This is the first photo he sent me, of course.
"So - I just got done working at the Golden Globes Monday night.. I'm just starting to recover now. I'll have to tell you my Mel Brooks story a little later..
But I shot a bunch of Red Carpet shots while my crew was doing live shots and interviews.. This is my favorite one..
Marty"
I immediately sent a email asking who that was in the picture...
His response...
"The one on the right is me.."
Thanks Marty. Then he piled it on with a bunch of pics from his spot on the red carpet. Here is the email he sent to set the pics up. By the way, Mel Brooks rules...
"So, I'm finally recovered from 2 solid days down in Beverly Hills at the Golden Globe awards... Usually these things aren't all that tough because it's the same shows and media people covering these awards year after year. You come in, set up your area - do the red carpet interviews, live shots for stations around the country, then another camera in the interview room and after the show, you roam around the parties getting shots of elated or pissed off stars as they gulp down free champagne and food. But this year - there are like 500 more media outlets covering the globes and they decide that they are going to enact draconian security measures to restrict access to everything. Needless to say it was a nightmare, before the show even began. But, being the scrounger that I am - and working for the network that is broadcasting the show, I managed to bypass much of the bullshit for me and my crew. Prime red carpet location - center shot in the interview room and unrestricted access at the two major parties in the Beverly Hilton that night. Everything went pretty well - most of the stars arrived late (because they are just THAT important) so you only get to do red carpet interviews for about an hour. We talked to some of the good folks (George Clooney, Peter Jackson, Ang Lee, Adrien Brody) and a lot of the Hollywood jerks just walked by everybody and into the hotel (Russell Crowe, Sylvester Stallone, Larry David). The show went on as usual with some deserving winners (Steve Carrell, George Clooney, Reese Witherspoon) and some less deserving ones (the cast of Desperate Housewives). So the best part happens when we go up to the NBC Universal party after the show. All the other media is lined up on the red carpet and I just bypass them with my crew and head on inside the party. The plan is that you go inside and shoot some NBC execs talking with Globe winners and get a couple of comments from whatever sober stars you can find and then get out in 30 minutes. We did pretty good and got a lot of great interviews (Steve Carrell is hilarious and a nice guy) and then I sent my crew down to the satellite truck with the tape and decided to go downstairs to see how the West Coast live shots were doing... I cut through the back way and went down the 4th floor hallway to get to the main elevator bank - lots of doors were open and people were having some receptions in the rooms before heading to the big parties... As I was walking down the hallway - someone walks out of the room on my right, grabs my arm, spins me around and says "Who am I?"... I looked down and said "Mel Brooks".. He looked over at a 30 something woman who was next to him and said "Tell her!".. So I said "This is Mel Brooks, one of the greatest directors, producers and comedians".. and Mel said to her "I told you!" and walked down the hall to the party.
Weird shit.
Here's some pictures so everyone can laugh at me and how tough my life is..
Marty"
Dude you do have it rough. Standing on a red carpet for hours your feet must ache, I am sure there is no padding underneath. Having to wear a tux for all that time while working, wow, when I go out to work in my grubby jeans and t shirt I really wish I could just wear my favorite tux that I can only wear when I go to the Oscars. Working with people who really don't look like they know what they are doing, I assume the woman in the blue dress is your correspondant, PLUS she really does not have the 'look' for a correspondant. Having to meet and talk to all those really, ugly, and unimportant people on the red carpet. Man, Marty I don't know how you do it every day. You truly are to be commended on how you keep getting up every morning and heading to the grind. To think you gave up a job doing news promos for Heather Hays in Green Bay working for Joel the A-Hole Bernell. You really are a person we ALL should look up to.
He sent me this email today...
"I have an Adrien Brody story too - but it's not nearly as funny... He's just
a regular guy (with a really big nose) and helped us carry camera gear up to
the party... He was telling us a bunch of stories about how pretentious some
of the other stars were during the show...
Marty"
Oh in case you don't know, Marty works for NBC promotions in LA. He worked on the show "The Contender" with Sly stallone among other blockbuster TV shows. If you were to go to LA and stand in line to see Jay Leno, his office, I believe would be along that line and he would be inside making fun of you on the other side of the one way glass. Unless of course he has moved to a better office.
Marty, I salute you. As of of us 'normal' guys. By 'normal' I mean, a guy who likes to tip a few pops, a guy who thinks a fart joke is funny, a guy who is not afraid to paint a letter on his belly for a football game, a guy who thinks Dee Snider is hot, and most of all a guy who came from a small place and is kicking ass in the big place whilst still remaining grounded. Marty, you may be on your way to that prestigious post of 'Normal Guy of the Year". I tell ya, as a guy who was up for the award in 1996 (Johnny H won it that year, bastard, but I don't hold a grudge), you would be a credit to that award. You got my vote pal.
Normalcy is a thing that all of us 'Normal' guys strive to keep alive, much to the shagrin of most of our wives. We are men who could sit and watch all 40 super bowls in a row and not even blink. We are the guys who in the next year or so will sit and watch all six star wars in succession and look for inconsistencys. We like that we can break down a defense and remember every home run hit and in which inning of our favorite team but we can not balance a check book. We are Normal. We don't care that we smell, swear, or eat too much. We like little smokeys when we play poker, no matter how they make us feel the next day. We like the idea of driving 6 hours to see a sporting event and then turning around and driving back only to have to work the next day. We are normal, dammit, and we are proud. Marty Frey has set the standard. Keep them fooled Marty, you are making us proud.
Send Marty an email letting him know how normal he is and how you support him in his cause...
MARTY FREY MY NOMINEE FOR NORMAL GUY OF THE YEAR 2005
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