I did a big ass interview the day before Thanksgiving. It was a reporter from a big ass magazine that most readers of magazines would recognize. (I'm not mentioning the name because the article is still being written).
It's a big deal. And I forgot about it.
I'm such a big shot, I made an appointment for an interview with this big ass reporter from the big ass magazine and then went on my way. He called me the next day and I was "oh sh#t, you're that reporter from the big ass magazine"
Because, I'm very very important. Or lazy. Or I've stopped caring
Or stopped hoping...
Mostly the last one. The hoping thing. Hopey changey, to quote Sarah Palin.
I used to think someone would see my name in print, rush me to Hollywood and make a movie about my crazy behavior. I'd be on TV as the funny neighbor. I'd be the cameo clown in a B horror film. At least I'd be on a double mint commercial.
I've done a lot of interviews. They're fun, I really enjoy geeking out about the art of clowning, the craft of funny, the craft of children's entertainment.
But they never lead to anything. I mean seriously, never. Not one more dollar in my bank account.
Yet, it's still darned cool to be in print.
We talked about my feelings about being a clown. How things have changed. How frustrated I am. About my one man show. About my family. About other clowns. About American Horror Story.
And we'll speak again.
It's neat. I do it for myself. It's just nice to talk about clowning with someone that is purely academically interested. I think about clowning. I talk about it all the time. But it's always with people that know a lot or know me really well. Reporters are fun because they are just curious by nature.
It's fun to discuss.
I just wish Spielberg would read the article. I could really use a 3 picture deal.
It's a big deal. And I forgot about it.
I'm such a big shot, I made an appointment for an interview with this big ass reporter from the big ass magazine and then went on my way. He called me the next day and I was "oh sh#t, you're that reporter from the big ass magazine"
Because, I'm very very important. Or lazy. Or I've stopped caring
Or stopped hoping...
Mostly the last one. The hoping thing. Hopey changey, to quote Sarah Palin.
I used to think someone would see my name in print, rush me to Hollywood and make a movie about my crazy behavior. I'd be on TV as the funny neighbor. I'd be the cameo clown in a B horror film. At least I'd be on a double mint commercial.
I've done a lot of interviews. They're fun, I really enjoy geeking out about the art of clowning, the craft of funny, the craft of children's entertainment.
But they never lead to anything. I mean seriously, never. Not one more dollar in my bank account.
Yet, it's still darned cool to be in print.
We talked about my feelings about being a clown. How things have changed. How frustrated I am. About my one man show. About my family. About other clowns. About American Horror Story.
And we'll speak again.
It's neat. I do it for myself. It's just nice to talk about clowning with someone that is purely academically interested. I think about clowning. I talk about it all the time. But it's always with people that know a lot or know me really well. Reporters are fun because they are just curious by nature.
It's fun to discuss.
I just wish Spielberg would read the article. I could really use a 3 picture deal.
