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9:21 PM, Wednesday, September 6th, 2006:
The day started out normal enough, if not slightly depressing. I had just gotten my write-up in the Other Paper, accepted the full-time position producing Cannon, had new hours for the Late Show and Darryl (the big boss) loved oved me. As the entries continued in 1997 it got progressively worse. Lied to, screwed around, hours cut, shows cut - just unbelieveable re-reading it and to this day I still can't put any perspective on it that explains Darryl's actions. It's extraordinary re-reading it.
So I look at the time and remember that this guy I had contacted on Craigslist to shoot a gay porn with midgets doing heroin... hahahaha, sorry you say "craigslist" and that's what comes to mind. But there are legitimate uses for the site. Anyway he was comin' in from Florida, needed a room for rent, and I've recently been lookin' for someone to rent out the 2nd room. He took my number but had about 10-15 before me and also had a place to stay for a few days when he came out and was gonna look at more places. What he didn't realize was he was moving to the planet: Los Angeles. Every single person flaked on him, the only guy that answered his phone added $125 to the rent he agreed about on the phone, and the place he was going to stay for a few days before moving in ALSO fell through. He was sitting on the ground in LA after driving 4 days from Florida completely fucked.
And wouldn't you know, I actually remembered the day he was coming in and was cleaning up his room to show when he called and I promptly called him right back.
This was Florida Keith's lucky day.
After sitting and talking with him for a few minutes it was just one crazy "meant to be" thing after another. I mean the man's favorite movie is Shawshank Redemption. An aspiring bass player that wants to make it in LA and just needed a floor to crash on now has a furnished room with a futon, tv, stereo - an office space for his computer and other stuff and a studio for his music equipment and a place to jam. Needless to say he's the most gracious southern gentleman you can imagine and the girl who drove out with him was just so relieved she didn't have to leave him on someone's couch. So he paid me the first month up front and literally moved his stuff in right that moment. So in an instant my entire environment is a complete 180. No more watching the Daily Show naked, but I think I'll manage.
So it's all a whirlwind and we get up the next day in a bit of a daze trying to wrap our heads around the new arrangements when I get a phone call. Ready for this? I'll release the GODS now:
~* ~ ZAPPOW! ~* ~ RANDOM!!! ~* ~ ZAPPOW! ~* ~
~* ~ ZAPPOW! ~* ~ GLEEFUL!!! ~* ~ ZAPPOW! ~* ~
The producer of The Early Show on CBS said they want to do a piece on me and have me on the show introducing the winner of the competition two weeks from today in New York. I believe my reaction was something along the lines of:
"Are you FUCKING serious?!?!"
I felt bad that I had such an unprofessional response but I was in absolute SHOCK. She laughed and said "Yes, I'm serious!" and reiterated that the whole office really, REALLY loved my act and I was totally the sentimental favorite. As I said a couple weeks ago she seemed truly disheartened that I didn't win. I guess she was sincere because they all but MADE UP a way to promote me. Are you friggin' KIDDING me?!? I'm in shock as I'm even typing this. Keith and his friend watched me explode from the hallway jumping up and down as Shizzle Roxy and I proceeded to do cartwheels in the backyard. You're always a phonecall away man. Always. It is the addiction of New York or LA, once you've gotten one or two random calls out of nowhere that change your life - you believe until you're 90 that the next one is coming ANY second. It's Dream Crack.
And of course what more mindblowing thing for Keith to witness in his first 24 hours out here right? He's still can't believe his address ends in Hollywood and now this. It's just un-be-fucking-lieveable to him. They laughed as I proceeded to go nuts and have a smile plastered to my face all-day. And honestly, I don't really know what the hell I'm even doing yet. She said she'd call me next week with more info so of course there's my "Lucy" (Charlie Brown allusion) preparing to pull the ball away. Not that I'm saying she will but come on - you guys have read this Journey - hell just this year. Lucy's had a field day. I think Remo said it best when he said: "Excuse me if I don't congratulate you until you're on the plane". I responded with "NOOOOOOOOOO shit." LOL.
But you know what's nice? For about 12 hours I got to be that kid at 24 who drove out to LA for the first time and dreamed of the big break...and then actually got one and was just in shock all day. Remo was actually showing these million dollar villas tonight and invited us to come check them out. Wine, hors d'oeuvres, a jazz band and if just for a night, a million dollar view in the East Hollywood Hills. Talk about a whirlwind 24 hours for Keith! Buddy, it won't always be like that, but believe in your heart that it can be from time to time - and it'll happen for you...
...I just hope you don't have to wait until 2013 for some exposure.