My "Station 9"

Station 9 is the busiest fire station in the US. They are responsible for the area called skid row. This is their story.
We are currently working very hard to produce this as a series. This blog is dedicated to that struggle.

Watch the Trailer

9.30.2009

A Sudden Renaissance

  After quite a long while, there seems to be a new life to this little show we call Station 9.  If you have been reading all about this show and how it started then you will be happy to know that there are new developments.

As you can guess I cannot really name names but there is now a strong interest in this show by a  prominent philanthropist and entertainer.  I'm happy about this lead because it could just be that extra leverage that we need.

9.29.2009

PART II: Well, now what?

    So there we were.  Finally finished with the edit.  We had been set up in a temporary location at the time for a big client.  We (and by we I mean the editor) were editing in an airplane hanger that at night was pretty creepy.  But he stayed there all night just to finish up this amazing trailer.
    The following day I arrived back to the edit bay and watched what he had accomplished.  It was magic.  I couldn't stop watching it.  Over and over I would play it.  I would stand across the room with the speakers at full blast just immersed in it. After a while I realized OK well now what?

PART I: How it all began.

    My interest in the world of firefighters began rather late in my life, as opposed to other young men.  Most guys started with their toy firetrucks.  For myself it happened later, not too much later mind you, when I was a cameraman for the local NBC affiliate.
    One Sunday morning we received an assignment to join the local fire dept in a training exercise.  The firefighters were holding a final session for the new recruits. At the time, I was only about 26 years old.  Not too much different in age then the trainees themselves. 
    We arrived and immediately the PIO ( Public Information Officer ) pulled me aside.
    "Are you claustrophobic?" He asked me rather matter-of-factly.
    "Ah, no..." I responded almost as a question. What a weird way to start a conversation, I thought.