Unexpected circumstances found me at the Fairmont talking to Ira Glass of This American Life.

“I really wanted to come see you talk tonight,” I told him. “I was just too cheap to buy a ticket. But my friend here” — I pointed to David — “broke up with his girlfriend last night, so he had an extra ticket.”

I also gave Ira one of my business cards, which are designed to make an impression. They’re plain brown cardboard rectangles with “” hand-written with a Sharpie. When I explained that we’d been making a show “kind of like This American Life but not as good” for twelve years, he seemed interested, and he mentioned that they were shooting a TV pilot for Showtime.

“I’m not supposed to say anything about it,” he qualified. “Actually I’m under contractual obligation to say nothing.”

Then he was whisked away for a photo.

Later, at the Orpheum, he told a whole theater full of people the same thing: “We’re making a pilot for Showtime, which is never going to work out, which is why we’re doing it.”

And again he added, “Don’t tell anybody.” So you didn’t hear it from me.

2 Replies to “Ira”

  1. would that make you a ‘glass kisser’?

    an assistant of mine from Chicago went on to become a producer for TAL.
    one show I recall involved a band made up from local want ads was pretty entertaining.

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