Posted by Steven | Posted in Career | Posted on 06-05-2010
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of working crew at the 1st Annual Canadian Video Game Awards, which took place in conjunction with GDC Canada.
When I was first told about the crew openings, I was only told that it had something to do with Electric Playground and Reviews on the Run, and my very first thought was, “Holy cow, am I gonna get to meet Tommy Tallarico?” And then I remembered that he hadn’t been on the show in a few years now, and that made me sad. I took the job anyway, though, because god damn do I love me some video games.
Eventually, Aaron Mooney, the Post Supervisor for Greedy Productions, the production company that makes on EP/RotR, sent me an e-mail with the details on the job, and that’s when I found out that it was for the CVGAs. Lack of Tommy Tallarico notwithstanding, I was still super excited just to be a part of the event.
Arriving at the Vancouver Convention Centre at 11AM, I was surprised at the scale of the whole shindig, having never worked on an actual production or ever getting to see how an awards show was put together. The stage was massive, with an orchestra at the back and some guitars and drums at the front, lights everywhere. I went a little “kid in a candy store.”
At first, they had us running cables for awhile which, admittedly, was both easy and boring. We kept doing more of the same for the next couple of hours, setting up monitors, arranging the stage, etc. At one point, when I was looking up at the projector screens on-stage, I noticed the Video Games Live logo come up on the screen. It kind of caught me off guard at first, and I thought, “No way. There’s no way.” But it was definitely way. Video Games Live was going to be performing, multiple times, at the CVGAs. As excited as I already was about the show getting started, this sent me off the walls. VGL is playing tonight at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre, but I had neither the money nor time to go, so seeing it up close and for free? As Hans Landa would say, “Ooo, I’ve got a bingo!”
That realization, though, paled in comparison to the moment I heard an all too familiar voice ringing throughout the room. A little bit nasally, a little bit cocky. I scanned the room, and my eyes settled on someone standing just to the side of the stage. He was wearing a leather jacket, the only one in the room. “Is that… ? Sweet Jesus, that’s Tommy Tallarico.” I would spend the next two hours attempting to say hi every time he passed or we made eye contact, but I just wasn’t man enough. Shortly after Tommy arrived, Victor Lucas showed up, and I had another fangasm.