And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned Hollywood paradise and said, "I need people who get the work done." So God made a crew.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, open set, work all day under the lights, change magazines, draw plans, sew costumes and then stay past midnight checking time cards and copying call sheets and logging shots." So God made a crew.
"I need somebody with arms strong enough to lift a 12K and yet gentle enough to thread a Panaflex. Somebody to call extras, tame cantankerous starlets, work through forced calls hungry, have to wait for lunch until the shot's in the can and tell the director they're happy to do that -- and mean it." So God made a crew.
God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night waiting for dailies. And when they don't arrive, laugh it off and say, 'Maybe tomorrow.' I need somebody who can make a fog machine from coffee cans, fix a camera with a strip of gaffers' tape, who can make dollies out of shopping carts, angle iron and baling wire. And who, in pilot season, will finish his sixty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'gaffer back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a crew.
God had to have somebody willing to haul tarps at double speed to get the set covered ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-work and race to help when he sees the camera team protecting their gear. So God made a crew.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to raise walls and heave sandbags, yet gentle enough to calm directors and stroke producers and tend the background players, who will stop his lunch break to put just the right finish on a set. It had to be somebody who'd build straight and true and not cut corners. Somebody to draw, draft, saw, grind and sand and stitch and load and light and gaff the cables and boom the mic and stock the crafty table and finish a hard week's work with a twenty-mile drive home.
"Somebody who'd bale a team together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a crew.
- with thanks to Paul Harvey, "So God Made a Farmer"
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, open set, work all day under the lights, change magazines, draw plans, sew costumes and then stay past midnight checking time cards and copying call sheets and logging shots." So God made a crew.
"I need somebody with arms strong enough to lift a 12K and yet gentle enough to thread a Panaflex. Somebody to call extras, tame cantankerous starlets, work through forced calls hungry, have to wait for lunch until the shot's in the can and tell the director they're happy to do that -- and mean it." So God made a crew.
God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night waiting for dailies. And when they don't arrive, laugh it off and say, 'Maybe tomorrow.' I need somebody who can make a fog machine from coffee cans, fix a camera with a strip of gaffers' tape, who can make dollies out of shopping carts, angle iron and baling wire. And who, in pilot season, will finish his sixty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'gaffer back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a crew.
God had to have somebody willing to haul tarps at double speed to get the set covered ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-work and race to help when he sees the camera team protecting their gear. So God made a crew.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to raise walls and heave sandbags, yet gentle enough to calm directors and stroke producers and tend the background players, who will stop his lunch break to put just the right finish on a set. It had to be somebody who'd build straight and true and not cut corners. Somebody to draw, draft, saw, grind and sand and stitch and load and light and gaff the cables and boom the mic and stock the crafty table and finish a hard week's work with a twenty-mile drive home.
"Somebody who'd bale a team together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a crew.
- with thanks to Paul Harvey, "So God Made a Farmer"
