How does it happen
so fast? How can my head/heart/soul instantly
go back to that feeling of anticipation... even when
you know, you KNOW, nothing should come out of
this meeting. Why do you send the final email
confirming the meeting you set-up, turn off the
computer and then you're whisked to 2006. Remembering
that these two people, simply by wanting to help,
changed your entire life. Wondering if just maybe,
maybe there'll be a fit at MSNBC like there was at
CBS...
...although they
never even budged at your Newt Gingrich parody last
year. Tammy was happy for the success, but never saw a
place Dylan Ratigan could use it (the show she now
works for and Steve Friedman Executive Produces). But,
she felt that same uncertainty when I came to her
office at CBS after they had me on for only one on-air
appearence. I was determined to make it more than
that...
So I'm in her
office, just talking about everything. Someone
actually walked by and asked what was goin' on and she
said: "Oh we're just trying to figure out what to do
with Adam's career" which I thought was pretty cool,
so I figured I'd just throw it out there. She sat for
a second, said "hmmm" and grabbed a piece of paper and
wrote the vice-president's email and hers, and said
"pitch it to us".
I did, it worked,
and the rest is history. It would go even further than
The Egos when Steve Friedman and Vinnie Favale came
together the following year to produce "Up &
Adam", which unfortunately all disappeared with
Steve's firing. He took some time off, started a
company I thought might be a fit, then eventually
went back to TV running Dylan Ratigan's show.
Unfortunately, of all MSNBC shows, his is more
financial than political and other than his daily
rant, there's not really a spot where I could
contribute. So of course, I'll ask about the daily
rant... I will pick their brains... I will give them
the documentary blu-ray... and I will continue to
think that maybe next Tuesday will be as important to
my career as the 560s of yesteryear. I'm just amazed
my imagination still flutters...
I like that
I look older. Grizzled. I see a story in my face.
I will make fun of my appearence and joke with Tammy
and Steve that in an hour I could look like
Spencer or be 6 other different people at the drop of
a facial hair or two. Thankfully they know that. Now,
next Tuesday will they know of a way for us to work
together or buy what I sling at them?
