Mark’s story made me laugh out loud…several times.
I would imagine everyone here has suffered some form of humility on a shoot. Mine came on a freelance shoot covering the grand opening of a defense contractor’s new headquarters here in Florida. I had the long lens camera on a very very small platform…no secondary platform for me to stand on…just one very tiny platform for me and the camera. Dignitaries, military, and elected officials all came in for this thing. Hell…I think their CEO flew in from Rome. 300 people in an extremely patriotic frenzy…I don’t know how many standing ovations took place. For 45 minutes I was fine…rock solid but being extremely cautious not to move my body around too much lest the camera get a little wobbly. That was my big mistake. I think I started to feel a little faint once the Colonel walked onto the stage and began his presentation. I did everything I could to fight it off……ohh, I’m leaving out a key detail here…to top things off my headsets weren’t working! I was told this by the engineer at the onset of the shoot…”You’ll be able to hear us just fine…but we won’t be able to hear you……” I didn’t even realize I had blacked out until I landed onto a table of 10 (I think a rather plumb woman buffered my fall). The fact that the barbeque hadn’t been served yet is one thing I’m grateful for. That could have been messy. Unfortunately the story doesn’t end there. Things literally STOPPED upon my fall. One minute I’m covering the show…the next I am the show. Surreal. A crowd gathered around me…PR people from the firm rushed over and called the paramedics. 20 years in the business and I had never experienced anything like this. The paramedics came in and tested my vitals…I was fine but they didn’t like the fact I had no color in my face. They wanted to get me to a hospital. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The PR people were about as nice as you could imagine…the engineer came out and said he thought it was a good idea. The director was assuring me it was the thing to do. Sooo…I reluctantly agreed. I figured I’d be able to walk out on my own and they could do their thing. Nooooo…they bring out a gurney and tell me they’re going to have to wheel me out on this. As I’m being carted out the Colonel stepped back on stage and addressed the hushed crowd in a rather reverent manner…..”His name is Scott Whitney….and he’s going to be just fine!” The place erupts into another standing O and the paramedics are chuckling to themselves. “Give them the thumbs up…you gotta give them the thumbs up…you got to.” And so I did. Turned out I was just fine…it was quite the day though. Something I won’t soon forget.
Scott Whitney
Whitney Media Productions
https://www.whitneymedia.tv