I did a job in New Orleans this past Saturday that probably alot of poeple in my profession would love to have been a part of - I ran teleprompter for Dan Rather. He was in town doing a story on the people affected in the aftermath of Katrina and Rita. We shot down in the lower 9th Ward just over the canal near where the levee broke. It was quite incredible because the place is STILL a wreck. It looks almost the same as it did a year ago with the exception of a few houses that were bulldozed. We shot in front of a house that had floated off of its slab and on top of a pick-up truck. It looked like a redneck version of The Wizard of Oz. The only people who were down there besides us were tourists just gazing at the destruction. I thought that was kind of callous but I think maybe people should see the destruction first-hand in order to see what a bunch of child-raping fuck-ups run this country!
Anyway, the crew couldn't have been nicer (my past experience working with out-of-town crews hasn't been very pleasant), and Rather was incredibly nice. He even took the time to come over and compliment my job teleprompting. He said he's worked with countless operators and many of them don't adapt to the rhythm of his speech as quickly as I did. What an honor! Then he asked me about where I was from and began to talk about all the work he had done in New Orleans and Baton Rouge during the Civil Rights Movement in the early 60s. I tell you, I could sit and listen to him tell stories all day. He was a real gentleman and one helluva journalist. I only hope Karl Rove gets bone cancer for many reasons, but also for fucking over Rather as well.
... And no, I didn't ask him what the frequency was. Ha Ha.
Anyway, the crew couldn't have been nicer (my past experience working with out-of-town crews hasn't been very pleasant), and Rather was incredibly nice. He even took the time to come over and compliment my job teleprompting. He said he's worked with countless operators and many of them don't adapt to the rhythm of his speech as quickly as I did. What an honor! Then he asked me about where I was from and began to talk about all the work he had done in New Orleans and Baton Rouge during the Civil Rights Movement in the early 60s. I tell you, I could sit and listen to him tell stories all day. He was a real gentleman and one helluva journalist. I only hope Karl Rove gets bone cancer for many reasons, but also for fucking over Rather as well.
... And no, I didn't ask him what the frequency was. Ha Ha.
anthea:
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