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SIX months ago,
I met Steve Burns at Nickelodeon. There were already clues that the
27-year-old "Blues Clues" star was uncomfortable in his green-striped
rugby shirt.
There was that
tattoo. The small yellow circle on his right arm was a smiley face
without a smile. The mouth was flat. It spelled ambivalence in permanent
ink. Burns was a Gen-X dork trying to be cool (he had mutilated his
flesh), but incapable of being so.
Steve was
clearly a young guy split between the character he created and the dude
he wanted to become. Call it melodramatic, but Steve appeared to see his
gentle, amiable creation as a kind of Frankenstein, a creature that had
come to overshadow him until he no longer knew who he himself was.
He wanted to be
bad. He wanted to play villains on "Law & Order." Maybe he wanted to
become the next Benjamin Bratt. He wanted to pick up chicks.
Little did he
know that teenage girls all over America were tuning in and turning on
to the toddler show - and it wasn't just because of the animation.
What was more
revealing than our visit to the small man's tiny toy-filled office high
above Midtown with its mini-aquariums full of frogs, was Steve's
reaction to the profile that subsequently ran in The Post.
He went
ballistic.
There were
certain things in the positive but realistic piece that riled him. We
mentioned his shortness. We mentioned his sharp nose. And, the coup de
grace, his "painfully single vibe."
Burns reacted
with an Elton John hissy fit. He browbeat Nick publicists. He demanded I
call him and apologize.
The writing was
on the wall. Unlike Mr. Rogers, who neatly hung up his cardigan last
month after 32 years, Burns, after five years, was preparing a diva's
farewell.
What else can
explain his peculiar take-this-job-and-shove-it parting words.
Burns dubbed
the job "tedious" and claimed he would hate Steve if he was a kid. He
told a reporter "I didn't really want to become ["Simpsons" character]
Krusty the Klown in front of the nation."
Ouch! Spoken
like someone who's never had a real job.
Burns had
another gripe: "Clues'" commercialization. "I was surprised to see the
degree to which children's television exists to sell toys to children,"
he said. "When you have the attention of that many kids there's a lot of
good you can do that doesn't involve the selling of products.
"But I always
got upset when we got more press for the amount of toys that we have for
sale as opposed to the educational value of the show."
Very noble. But
could he also have been peeved that with all those little voodoo dolls
in his image, he didn't get a substantial cut of the merchandising
because he was a nobody when he came to the show and Nick holds the
lion's share of the rights?
Which takes us
to the issue's crux. Steve Burns was and is a nobody. It's the fictional
Steve, tattoo hidden beneath green stripes, who became the video
playmate of so many children.
And now, a
cranky 27-year-old Mr. Burns is about to embark on a new phase of his
career, clueless to the lessons of many others who have slammed the door
on good gigs. Remember McLean Stevenson?