Texas Chance is a Team
Everyone on the crew, whether in-house or independent, is family. We’re friends. We’ve been through it together and come out the other side, time and time again. We’ve taken many clients along for the ride, and we’ve loved every one. Client and ride.
When you’re working with us, you’re in the family, and we can guarantee unprecedented levels of creative satisfaction from teaming up to build something beautiful from scratch. We enter each phase of every project with the anticipation of a kid running downstairs on Christmas morning. Or Hanukkah mornings. You get the drift. We love what we have done, but we love even more what we’re about to do, and when you have us onboard, we’re genuinely excited to see just how good we can all be.
And you, dear client, will long not only for the product, but the process. You will be our biggest fans, and most dependable marketers.
A Message From Chance
A wise man told me about a wise man telling him, “Tell me a fact, and I’ll learn. Tell me the truth, and I believe. But tell me a story, and it will live in my heart forever.” My facts are pretty pedestrian. I’ve been married since 1994, have two awesome kids, and live on a ranch in Magnolia, Texas. The truth? After serving in the United States Army in the early 90’s, I floundered around a bit before finding my feet working in the not-so-glamorous world of sports radio. Somewhere along the way I picked up a video camera and started shooting things. Now I own Texas Chance Productions and make a living telling stories. Those are the facts and that is the truth. But how do I share my story? It’s second nature for me to tell other people’s stories. How do I tell my own?
In 2006, I was freelancing for the Houston Rockets. Sounds cool, huh? My job was to sit beside the visiting team’s radio announcer and make sure that he sounded good for the radio audience back home. So, I didn’t get to focus on the action on the court. My focus was on the dude’s voice and how well it sounded mixed with the sneaker squeaks and net-swoosh. We were playing the Lakers. During halftime, I was chatting with the broadcaster. You see, while I was freelancing as a radio field engineer, my real job was as creative director of SportsRadio 610 and my stupid ego wouldn’t let me shut up. I didn’t want this guy to think I was just a field engineer. As we visited, I was able to squirrel into the conversation the fact that a couple years before I recorded a song about Yao Ming, the million foot tall Rockets center. In fact, every bucket Yao made, the Toyota Center crew played a little clip of the song and 16,000 fans sang along. The broadcaster was finally interested in me! I had value! The Lakers closed the game out late and won by a dozen points or so. As soon as we closed the broadcast, I was told to go into the Lakers locker room because someone wanted to meet me. I went into the, at this point, messy locker room and wrapped in a towel already giggling was Kobe Bryant. One of the Lakers staff pointed at me and Kobe waived me over.
“You the dude that made that Yao song?”
”Um, yeah. That’s me.”
“Dude, I can’t get that shit outta my head!”
He laughed, we knuckle-bumped, and that was it. I went back to finish packing up microphones and stuff.
I’ve had hundreds of these encounters in my life. Sometimes with celebrities, sometimes politicians, most often and most interestingly with folks that the public may never know. But all of these encounters are distinctly…distinct. How did I end up writing an off-Broadway musical? Why did my wife and I elope? How did I end up piloting the Goodyear blimp? Why am I in a cotton candy eating competition against the Ringling Bros. Circus clowns? How did I end up taking the SAT in overalls with no shoes? Why am I talking to Joss Whedon? The facts behind each of these truths have stories and these stories define me. Inside and out. They are me.