|I always liked the ring of “Lord and Master.”|
|I took a year off and travelled to Nepal, India, and Thailand
for four months. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life, next
to winning the championship.
After my return, I took courses on Scriptwriting and Television Broadcasting at Ottawa’s Algonquin College. During that summer I started on my first professional film gig as a grip, and have continued for years, after working my way up through the technical rank and file.
During that time I shot a couple of indie films for some friends, and did some short term work with Cirque de Soleil, setting up their show in Toronto. I also got to shoot a documentary for the C.B.C. about a guy who runs his own W.W.F. style wrestling show out on the east coast. Recently I completed a camera assistant’s course with the C.S.C. (Canadian Society of Cinematographers), and I’m focusing now on getting into the camera department.
|Aside from a few unsold scripts, I haven’t really done much of my own creating. Just creating for others.|
|I also haven’t performed since my only play in school, Talk Radio. I guess I could say I’ve tried to “act” like a good human being instead.|
|ABOUT BEING IN CHARGE|
|I have had the chance to act as a crew chief for a few shows. I have to say I like responsibility, who would have ever thought? I enjoy working with teams, and in many ways being on a film crew is a lot like being on the improv team. You have a lot of hard work to do, you have really long hours, you have to be creative “on the fly,” and you have to work through a group dynamic.|
|OFF THE JOB|
|When I’m not working I’m usually fiddling with sound stuff on the computer, or out taking photos with my camera. I still play some music occasionally, but not with a band any more.|
|LINKS FOR THE SITE|
I just think this is a great site! It’s like an American version of Frank magazine. Good for laughs.
|I am soon to be getting married to one Sarah Bezanson, also a Canterbury person. No kids yet but, you never know. Gaaa… me as a dad? I got chills.|
|FAVOURITE BOFA MEMORY|
|I can’t narrow it down much; the whole experience was so beneficial to me. But aside from actually winning the championship, I would have to say the “Dickie Dee” is forever etched into my memories. Also Rory’s mop bucket story (not fit to print). I’ll also remember how intimidated my mum was when she met Tyler for the first time. “I know he looks dangerous, Mum, but he’s really nice, honest.”|
|I am working towards the goal of being a Director of Photography, but that will take a lifetime. But this next spring I will be taking a Stedicam course, one more bit of paper for the collection.|
|FAVOURITE THING TO DO
|I love being a Dolly Grip; it’s the best balance between technical knowledge and creativity. But I prefer actually working with the camera. The films I shot were a very good experience for me.|
|ENJOYED THE BEST|
|I worked on a documentary about the Parliament Buildings. We had all-access backstage passes into all of the secured areas, and got to see places the public never gets to. On this shoot I met most of the important party leaders, except for Alexa McDonough, and had chances to speak with them briefly.|
|On a particularly difficult shoot I earned the name “Dolly Llama” for my efforts.|
|MOST PROUD OF|
|The films I shot were shown at a couple of indie festivals, and got some good reviews. And I took some press photos for a play Sarah was involved in, which were used in the local papers here. It was the first time I had seen my name in the paper. But I guess I’m most proud that I am still following my dreams.|
|I have many horror stories from a great number of projects that I’ve done, too many to actually name. But aside from work, I found the adjustment to life in Quebec was hard. It really does feel like another country sometimes.|
|Well, as I said, I travelled to Asia. While in India, myself and my two companions ended up being chased by a rickshaw driver who was out of his head on Opium. We were trying to get to what’s called a “bang” shop, a special kind of bakery, and decided to take a rickshaw. The man was weaving in and out of traffic, smashing into cows and people, before dropping them off in the middle of nowhere. We refused to pay him the incredible sum he was asking for, and got in another rickshaw. A rickshaw chase ensued, as we progressed through the city of Varanassi. After losing the guy, and finding the shop, we relaxed slightly, but after a few seconds he rounded the corner and began chasing us. As we ran away in panic, the man started following us, screaming, “You pay! You pay!” Out of nowhere a policeman stepped out, and grabbing the man by his shirt collar, proceeded to beat him senseless with a truncheon. Thinking we were safe we slowed down our pace back to our hotel, and happily ate some cookies. Just as we reached the stairs to our hotel, from out of nowhere, the crazy rickshaw guy appeared, bleeding slightly from the head, screaming, “Look, Look at what you do to me. You pay! You pay!!!” We managed to escape him finally by fleeing into our hotel lobby, where the man was promptly grabbed and “shown the exit.” For the remaining week, after that day, we always walked around looking over our shoulders.|
|A couple million on my bank statement.|
|Written: Oct. 2002|