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Friday, July 09, 2010

AND THAT WAS MY KINDER GENTLER POST


So my response to the Emmy's has somehow been spun into an angry rant.  I don't know, maybe it was.  But you should have seen the one I deleted.  Anyway, for those of you who only read the snippets pirated by some of the showbiz-rag-blogs, I want to assure you that no disrespect was pointed at any of the nominees.  As I have said many times in this blog, I am a huge Glee and Madmen fan.  I was one of the flock who voted for them.  And I regret my frustrated comment about Mariska.  She is a fine actress on a very popular show.  It was just hard to contain my frustration about Katey.  She's my wife and best friend and I was pissed and hurt that she was overlooked.

The bigger issue is this -- I've realized that I've carved out an unintentional niche for myself.  I'm the hot-headed, irrational, arrogant showrunner.  I'm becoming to the blogosphere what Sean Penn was to photographers in the 80's.  Provoke, stand back and watch the fireworks.  As we all know, bloggers earn their coin by gathering "hits" at their sites, and like the tabloids, the more sensational the headline, the more money they make.   

It's clear that my instantaneous and forthright approach to blogging is being spit back in my face.  I guess it's the blessing and curse of notoriety.  This mea culpa will probably be spun into something ugly as well.  I'm not certain what the solution is or how I'm going to navigate around this problem.  I don't give a shit who/how many people read my blog.  It's not a pay site, I have no ads, I make no money.  It's always been just a creative outlet and a tool to keep fans informed about my show.  I'd probably be better off pulling the plug before I get myself into deeper shit.  It seems I've already alienated a chunk of Hollywood... or at least the members of the Television Academy.

I won't be taking any comments to this post.  I'm not looking for attaboys or suggestions.  I'm gonna pull back, reassess and figure out the right thing to do... for a change. 

Thursday, July 08, 2010

WE DON'T LIKE YOUR KIND


Let's face it, kids, we are the dirty-faced outlaws who no one wants in their clean white town.  We are too loud, too violent, too brash.  We don't sing, have pretty sets, or wear retro suits.  They admire us from afar, wish they could do what we do, then they pull the shades and settle for the familiar and safe.  They are lazy sheep.

Thanks for the kind words and all your support, Katey and I appreciate your venom.  But know this, I thrive on living outside the love circle.  I've been here for ten years now.  It fuels my bitterness, my over-inflated sense of self-righteousness and it makes me a more relevant artist. 

It's too easy and lazy to be angry (Mariska Hargitay are you fucking kidding me? ).  So today, I choose gratitude.  I am enormously proud of everyone associated with Sons of Anarchy and truly excited about the stories we get to tell.  Yes, accolades are wonderful, (and if we were nominated I'd be calling the Academy geniuses) but at the end of the day, I'm simply grateful that I get paid a lot of money to do something I love.  And so, I go back to work, on the wrong side of the tracks.  Ride safe.