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283/365 – It’s Not What You Know . . .

Really.  This town — Hollywood, Los Angeles, what ever you want to call it — this down is redonkulous when it comes to talent.  I’m not saying that there isn’t any talent here.  There’s tons of it.  But it so saturated in crap that, often, the crap makes it’s way through the talent filters leaving the diamonds behind.  As I said, it can be redonklous . . . yes, that’s a word.  It means something that only a donkey would do.

 

Like smile . . . because thats redonkulous.

The old adage “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know that counts,” really is a mantra out here.  Most people get jobs and sell scripts because of the people they know.  Think about it — the film industry is run by agents and managers.  If you’re a creative and you don’t have one of these . . . well, good luck selling your work.  The very fact that you need one of these guys to get work is proof positive that it’s who you know.

This all has a positive spin, though.  I’m not merely writing this to dump my sorrows on you.  I’m not sorrowful.  So there.  I’m pressing this point because getting to know people is exactly what I’m striving to do here.  People seem floored when they hear my internships are unpaid.  Those paying internships are for business majors and accountants.  There’s no free ride in the creative arts.  Or, there’s no paid ride in the creative arts? . . . Basically, I’m paying to intern because I have to get college credit for these internship so the businesses are assured to have insurance for the intern — all covered thorough the academic institution.

This is the metaphor for a Hollywood internship . . . except when you pay the cabby, he gets out and you drive.

BUT, what these unpaid internships give you is networking.  I’m not necessarily learning anything here, and I don’t mean that as an insult to my amazing . . .  employers?  Internship peoples who took me on?  Whatever — it’s not an insult is what I’m getting at.  Most of what the work I’m doing I’ve done before.  What I’m getting out of it is two things —

First — I’m getting the opportunity to listen to what people talk about and how they talk to people in the industry.  Had a great conversation yesterday with one of the assistants at Beacon about how surprising it still is to talk to other assistants who have no phone or social skills.  When ever I hear him on the phone, he’s amazing — unbelievably friendly and always knowledgeable about what the person on the other end is talking about.  Even when he’s talking to notorious grumpy heads, he’s quick to the point but ALWAYS friendly.  It’s common sense that is usually trumped by a person’s emotions.

Sometimes, if you are in a bad mood, or someone calls who you don’t particularly like, you’ll let those emotions take over common sense and come off as short, cold or distant on the phone.  The guy at Beacon — I’ve seen him furious at work, just having a crapola of a day, and yet he is always cordial with people on the phone.  It’s so simple and so effective, but also so easy to forget.

Too bad he doesn’t know that this phone has FaceTime.

The second thing I’m getting out of these internships is meeting people.  At The Producer’s Guild, I try to always do front desk duties because I get to see every single person who walks in and out of that office.  I get to say hi, introduce myself and get face time.

The really round about point I’m making is that today I pulled out my “favor” card.  I asked for some help from people in the industry.  With the Conan Monologue Internship interview fast approaching, I made damn sure that the people over at Conan know who I am . . . by contacting the people I know in the industry to put in a good word.  I basically sent out some e-mails asking of some of the big wigs that I am acquainted with know anyone at Conaco or TBS.  And it paid off — many of them do, and they’re people in high positions over there.  So, calls are being made on my behalf.  Because I know, it’s not what I know — in the end, it’s who has heard of me — because of the people I know.

 

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