Did the Godhead declare: “Inspiration shall be confined to Manhattan, bounded by 8th Ave. and East 55th?”
Maybe not. But as a denizen of the plains, I can’t pull the NYC card. So I’ve gotta prove my value every day.
Don’t get me wrong. New York and San Fran are oozing with talent. But we of the plains have our sagebrush Shakespeares. Our flatland firebrands. Our Middle-American mavericks. I number myself among them.
So let me tell you what I’m not.
So I can tell you what I am.
My name is Clay Miller.
This is my face.
I am not a Cockney-speaking ad dude splitting time between New York and French Polynesia.
I did not build an agency-within-an-agency-within-an-agency for McCann-Publicis-BBDO. I have never won a platinum-rhodium Cannes Lion.
I did win a Telly once. Four actually.
I have written, directed or produced over 1,000 TV, radio and digital spots. I’ve won hundreds of awards and worked on multi-million-dollar projects.
I’ve collaborated with software engineers to solve intractable marketing problems. I oversaw the work of multiple agencies while managing a 50-person creative team at a $20-billion corporation. I’ve worked with Microsoft, Coca-Cola, Absolut Vodka, Kmart, Hormel Foods, Hershey’s Chocolate, Weber Grills, the Navy SEALS and Angel Soft.
I directed Martin Sheen. I have an MBA. I’m a mentor, a deep thinker, strategic thought leader and a hell of a nice guy.
If you need a British chap in a tailored suit, who could blame you, really? If you need airtight creative and strategy, I really think we should talk. I work remotely from Oklahoma City, hbut I’m happy to jump on a plane.
