“the sword of time will pierce our skins it does’nt hurt when it begins…but as it works it’s way on in…the pain grows stronger…”
That’s a line from the song “Suicide is Painless”. It now haunts me a lot. It’s funny how clear things are in hind sight….
After meeting with “The Man“, I quickly assembled,what I considered the best lean mean creative team possible. I had been training some writers for one of the Giants and fortunatly for me ( and perhaps the Industry in the future ) I had access to two guys whose heads are screwed on in the right way. Kinda kooky at times,but their hearts are in the center of passion for what we do best — write comedy.
By the way “The Man” gave me a vague concept of a show that we were suppose to develop. As a matter of fact,we got the go signal to develop a lot of new concepts….
Over several bottles of our favorite necter ( COLD BEER ) The Boys and I decide that we can play with “The Man’s ” idea,but we agreed to put a lot of ourselves into it. We needed a great reasearcher— and we had him.
Before I go any furthur allow me to present ” The Man’s ” concept : a simple no brainer— we get 3 girls who are looking for a date with the potencial of becoming their life long partner, a mama’s boy,and his dominating mother. The three girls are to subjected to “domestic” challenges to determine if they are worthy of our prince charming’s attention. This is to be decided by the mother…. Yep, I know very original ( sarcastic ,ha? ) . The title for this lame show was to be “Kaya Mo Ba Si Inay” . It was suppose to hosted by one of the country’s dream boys—- of course we changed it.
Getting back to the Researcher, we met with this nice guy and he joined the team immediatly. In reality, he was always part of the team, however, we could not quite place him. This show seemed to be the perfect place for our curved friend.
After getting the creative team together and giving them a go signal to play with the format,the task of assembling the staff was at hand.
The first thing a producer does is to employ an executive producer ( to execute the production ). This person must be trust worthy, must know how to organize,command and be responsible to the producer for the itty-gritty details of the whole production. I made my first mistake when I called in my former secretary to act as my Executive Produce.
When first approached,my former secretary seemed to be up to the job. She bragged about being ready for all this. So,I tasked her with organizing my staff.
After this little fiasco,I now proceeded to meet with the person who was to construct my sets— The Set Guy.
The Set Guy will impress you with his so called loyalty and humble chit chats about the past. Word of advise to the wise—never get him drunk! Of course, this lesson was learned much later on in the game.
The Set Guy and I came to an agreement. He presented me with a design that I approved and he was on his way to create our sets.
Now came the long wait. As everyone was excited building the show,it was time for me to present things to “ The Man “.
We set up a meeting and I was ready to rumble…. Sad, “ The Man “ was not at the meeting. It turned out that I was to present to “ The Man’s ” minons. So, what the fuck? Might as well…
The “new concept” featured,instead of the dream boy, one of the better comics in the country. The “challenges” were still focused on domestic tasks,but a lot of twists were added. We decided to go out of the box with the treatment of the show. Presenting it as very raw and free for all. The emphaize would be on the rapor between our host and the viewing public. We would show all the imperfection of local television productions in the process. There were regular portions and segments, one line punchlines and even a small sit-com with in the show. — the minions liked it. Eventually,we got word that ” The Man ” had given the go signal. Off we were to mount the pilot. But before that I had to sign The Contract.
A day easily remebered, Valentine’s Day. Yep, this was the day I signed The Contract with ” The Man “. I was called to see them in their sub-office in Quezon City. Together with “The Man“ was my friend. We signed up to do 11 episodes with the promise of another season if we showed potential. I was asked about the other concepts, which I did not make any comments on. We were to tape in 2 weeks.
During the week that followed, The Boys, I, The Researcher and my talent coordinator held auditions for the girls, our prince charming , and his mother. We were ready!!! Unfortunatly, my Executive Producer was not.
She did not know what was going on. The day before the pilotg tapeing my EP had no idea what to do. I asked my Talent Coordinator to help out. Of course this would cost me extra money— money not incorperated in the presented production cost…but there was no choice—so…
To make a long story short— we did the pilot without a lot of problems. We were paid by The Man and everything looked like it was smooth sailing onward—- not to be the case!!!
AUGUST 14
Time to finish this crap so that I can I can go on with more useless things…
I’m gonna cut out the crappy stuff and get to the ittyb gritty.
The BOYS and I workedn hard to come up with something we believed was innovative in a sense—something that would bring a few smiles into the homes of people who came back from work and had nothing but murdering their wives on their minds. In a way we did accomplish the goal. My staff was actually a great one. Never asking for payment,as THE MAN decided in his distorted brain that we worked at his pleasure and that the only reason we did so was to fatten his already bank account.
By the 3rd week, things became obvious, THE MAN had no reasons to be honorable with his commitments to us. He did not plan to pay. I went though the motions of billing him and got some strange excuse.
Being the idealistic son of bitch that I am, and also praying for a savior for our dying industry I waited for 13 plus weeks…and NADA….
We were just a test broadcast and the hand of destiny slapped us in the face.
Realizations came afloat as some of my staff started to shed their skins and showed what they were make of—- dollars and cents!!!
The Set Guy,My Executive Producer, A Crooked Little Boy, Some of the Staff and sadly a member of the post production outfit all took the Judas road….and here I am still knocking on heaven’s door trying to collect what is still due us all…. alas…. one big ARAY and a lot of truth that hurts…but as things go..even the Titanic rose …..eventually…. yata? Now on to better stuff
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