Showing posts with label kanye west. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kanye west. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

"EXEC ASSIST" - #3


DEAR CHANEL:
I have managed to get a job… rather let’s call it a ‘gig’ for now because I’m not quite sure what else to classify it. It started out as an “executive helper” but has now evolved in the span of just two weeks… still the same pay and rate but I’ve become responsible for finding interns for other tasks and I’ve been given an email address and access to other projects and some development/pitch work… basically I’m transitioning into a creative position – which is nice. I guess. The BossMan dude said he would like to hire someone full time but wants to wait until the revenue stream is more consistent before doing so… but I don’t know, we’ll see. Not sure that I’ll be around when that happens.

I guess it’s a good thing that BM #1 thinks this, and to be honest if he didn’t live so damn close to me I’m not sure I’d be so apt to work for him. I am making some pocket change and I’m doing something… which beats being depressed lying on my futon in my pajamas at 2PM playing bingobash on my iPad. BUT it also makes me wonder what am I getting out of it? Like seriously what exactly am I GETTING OUT OF THIS? Initially it was about the money but since there’s really no money, I’m starting to understand that this is MY career and I’m in control. While yes, a lot about this business – particularly on my side of the country – is about someone else validating your skills in so far as enough to label you officially as that which you THINK you might be and provide financial reimbursement for your services for that validation.

For example:
Actors: are you an actor if you take class after class and work on monologues daily but don’t get cast? No, you’re still just a waitress… at the end of the day.

Comedians: are you a comedian if you don’t get booked for a show and get $20 for your five min set? No, you’re still just a Barnes & Noble drone.

Writers: are you a writer if you spend six hours a day rewriting drafts of your pilot and no one has read it, repped it, or tried to sell it? No, you’re still just a barista.

So my question is: am I a writer/director/producer? Or am I just an exec assist at the end of the day, and if so do I like that? Is that what moving out here was about? Am I proud of that absurd title? Do I want to sit at Thanksgiving dinner and tell relatives that that’s my job title in the big, bad, H-Wood?

Of course not, I moved here to get staffed on a show, become a legitimately paid and employed writer whose work gets produced and aired on TV. That’s what moving here is about.

Thoughts?

--Row
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DEAR ROW:
I have to completely disagree with you about labels. And I hate labels. So I’m not even going to identify my calling as a label. If you have a gift for writing and you are actively writing, you are a writer. If you have a gift in acting and you are actively pursuing acting, you are an actor. And so on. I don’t even believe the ‘actively’ is necessary to identify yourself as such.

I was a writer, even while I was in law school trapped under Contracts and Civil Law books. Those suckers are heavy as hell. I am a writer, even though I find myself slowly beginning to become fond of my new coffee shop gig. I am a writer, even if upon graduation I go back to law, or work at Home Depot. I will always be a writer because that is my calling.

Will I ever be a famous writer? A working writer? A published writer? If I never do, I am still a writer. I’m not even an aspiring writer. I am a writer. I don’t have to aspire to be something that is ‘God’-given. I have to hone my talent, of course. I have to find and fine-tune my voice, sure. Being a writer is like being a singer. A singer knows they’ve been given the gift of music. Whether or not they choose that path, they will always be a singer… Writing has been following me around like a ghost ever since I was a freshman in high school. (Maybe sooner, but my memory is a goner.) What could that be, if not a calling? I was a writer even in high school.

Row, if you feel like you have been called to be a writer, director and producer, then you ARE a writer, director and producer. Sounds a little Whoopi Goldberg to Lauryn Hill in Sister Act 2, I know. But if you don’t identify as such, no one else will. (This all feels a little hypocritical, as I struggle daily with calling myself a playwright because I feel my work does not ‘align’ with the dominating theater culture. I should care not.)

The question really comes down to: what do you feel like you have been called to do? I know I’m getting all effing spiritual and crap. But I have to believe I’m in this hard knock industry for reasons larger than making more cliché work, putting more PONC on television/stage, or perpetuating stereotypes. I have to believe that I’m in this industry to “break media,” as the fearless Kanye West says. (I’m not obsessed with him, I promise. But ya gotta respect his fearlessness, even if foolish at times.)

The gig you currently have seems to be affording you the creative responsibility you’re craving and might be helping to define your goals in the industry. I’m happy it was convenient for you to travel to because it’s these quirky ‘small’ roles we play that help us get to the bigger ones. (I sound like a hallmark card. I’ll stop.)

OH. The manager’s list. Stalk them. Gotta do something uncomfortable to get something great. (And I don’t mean sleeping your way to the bullshit top.)

Write me back,
Chanel
your spiritual guru :)

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

To Intern or Not to Intern - #1



DEAR CHANEL:
I’m educated, I have an MFA - I had a regular 9-5 job and was even in mid management before enrolling in graduate school.  Now I’m trying to break into this (entertainment) business from the ground up with virtually no help or contacts… can I realistically be a thirty-year-old intern?  
I am Asian and small – so I can pass for mid 20’s… but can my ego and wallet take that sort of abuse?  Could I possibly deal mentally with the fact that a 24 year old can make me get his ‘grande double shot over ice with hazelnut and a splash of soy in a venti cup’ because I’m an intern?

That’s what I’m dealing with right now. There seems to be tons of jobs available that get posted and announced everyday on all the boards and I’ve been applying and nothing comes through… I mean I just got into town 5 days ago and 3 out of the 5 days I was unpacking and gallivanting… so realistically after only 2 days of emailing resumes I’m asking why hasn’t anyone decided to respond back?!  So I know this is totally a ‘me’ issue and I’m just having problems managing my impatience.

I know I’m worth it and I know I’ve got the chops… I think the turn around time here for contact is probably a lot longer than the East Coast.  I remember submitting resumes back East and getting replies sometimes in the same day.  It’s definitely an adjustment to the pace and follow up (or lack there of) in this town.

How do I manage this expectation and what are you doing on your end to deal with this issue?

Your anxious and income worried friend
--Row

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DEAR ROW:
The hustle on the East Coast is measured in seconds and the hustle on the West Coast is probably measured in days. That doesn’t make the East Coast any easier to swallow, however, because every SECOND you have to be on your grind. Would you rather practice patience or constantly be stressed out? Stressed out so much you start aging like a twenty-year-old model who diets on Camel cigs and olives. Be glad brown don’t frown. And you’re in the sun everyday. No rain. No big ugly bubble jackets. Sure. There is a trade in with Los Angeles. The driving for one. But for what you want to do. For what you will be, you need to be in Los Angeles.

I know your work ethic—this is not an assumption based on your Asian heritage—you’ve been born and bred an East Coast hustler. So while people are just getting to bed in Los Angeles after long nights of partying, misrepresentin’, and hooking up on the beach, you’re up on your grind.

I couldn’t tell you how to manage this expectation, because I have found no solution myself. In my darkest of days, I would say don’t expect anything, but a person without any hope in life might as well be an effing zombie. I recently watched a Jimmy Kimmel interview of Kanye West. Kanye has a lot of teachable moments. Inadvertently so... Jimmy literally let Kanye rant for about fifteen minutes. And in Kanye’s ranting he once again self-proclaimed to be a creative genius. Jimmy fairly challenged him. Kanye responded, if he doesn’t admit that he’s a creative genius then he would be lying to everyone and most importantly, to himself. Two snaps and around the world for that.

You, Rowena, are a bad ass. Keep believing you are a bad ass, through your internship where the twenty-four year old is ordering you around, while you’re tossing out resumes, and as you wait PATIENTLY for replies. Remembering you’re a bad ass will keep you going and propel you to where you’re meant to be. Self-positivity breeds corniness. I am aware...

The only difference between Kanye and us is that it was his time; that and he made being a college dropout so very enticing. But the man is far from being perfect, or having it all figured out. He is one of the biggest celebrities, but still cannot get a clothing line with a top designer, as he so desperately desires.

Our time is coming. (I’m trying HARD to believe that for myself.)
Write me back,
Chanel
(p.s.: here’s the Kanye interview, if you’re interested:  
http://www.businessinsider.com/kanye-west-on-jimmy-kimmel-after-feud-2013-10)