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Hi, I'm Chuck Miller!
I think you are cool for checking this page out, so thank you!
I’m a multi-talented creator—graphic designer, photographer, producer, marketing expert, musician, actor, and now a proud author. I’ve worn many hats: entrepreneur, inventor, enthusiast, and just an all-around good guy. For over 30 years, I’ve been pouring my heart into the creative world, teaming up with giants like NASA, Walmart, American Red Cross, Budweiser, and tons more to craft award-winning commercials, sharp print ads, and promo materials that leave a mark.
I started with a Radio-Television-Film degree from the University of Texas, and that launched me into an incredible journey with ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX. I’ve worked alongside legends like Steven Soderbergh—the Oscar-winning director—and Paul Boyington, a two-time Emmy winner. My shelf boasts five Telly Awards from 2006, proof I can deliver a commercial that resonates—including one for Walmart/Shrek 2 “Gingy: People”. And back in ‘84, I earned the Eagle Scout Award—those Scout Law values guide me every day.
I was never really an actor, but I’ve ended up on TV and in commercials in all sorts of situations. I don’t have headshots or a resume—oh no—but I’ve been directed by pros, which I figure counts as acting cred. It’s not like I was just caught on camera for a split second in a crowd or popped up on the news because I saw something wild. No, I was actually directed. Be it by a commercial director, not a famous movie director. And “directed” is pretty broad use of the term when you are told to just walk by the camera. Well, I made the cut.
Some of these aren’t official credits, though. When I was working at Channel 7 in Austin, a reporter needed someone to walk by in a shot, so he told me to stroll past the camera. Another time, for their “7 On Your Side” segment, they cast me as the guinea pig to test a handheld electro-shock device—therapeutic or torture? I’m not saying. Then there was the national Chick-fil-A commercial. I was producing it with director Ken Lewin, and he wasn’t happy with one of the lead extras. He spotted me standing at the edge of the set and swapped me in. Chuck made the edit. It was no big deal, it was a walk-by part really, as well as a walk-on part, part. I don’t have that tape, but you can catch a creepy national spot Ken directed called “Cradle to Grave” right here on this site.
Oh, and I nearly made it into Soderbergh’s “The Underneath”— I hired my friends for the bar scene, but I was not posted up standing where the camera was. My friend Reid made the edit, and hit the screen! Well, ‘til the VHS edit—sorry, pal!
I’m an inventor with over 40 products to my name, and as a freelance marketing consultant, I’ve helped startups see their potential and bring it to life. Today, I’m still creating: writing books, designing websites, snapping photos, laying out print, crafting ads, running YouTube videos, and flexing my graphic design skills. My client list is huge—7-11, Boston Marathon, MSNBC, Chrysler, GM, Ford, Target, Fox News, The Grammys, Mastercard, and so many more.
I was born in San Antonio, Texas, and I’ve lived all over—Houston, Korea, London, Kansas City, L.A., Austin, Sioux City, Colorado Springs, and now Houston is home again. My life’s as diverse as my work: I travel, shoot photos, play piano, shoot pool, paint, sing karaoke (over 25 songs, “Just the Way You Are” by Billy Joel’s my favorite), and strum my unique 2-hole 10-string guitar. My impersonation of Christopher Walken is mint, which you should ask me to do.
You Never Know Who You Will Meet
Nice to meet Jimmy Carter in 1988 when I worked at KTRK Channel 13 in Houston. I told him that he had signed my Eagle Scout award from Boy Scouts. In particular, I told him it had the words “Honorary Eagle Scout” underneath his signature. He said, “Oh Chuck, when you become President of The United States, you become Honorary everything.” We laughed…
One of the standout aspects of my tenure at KTBC Channel 7 Austin: Meeting George W. Bush, the second president Bush. Not a cool experience. Not a cool guy.
He arrived with his security detail, and as I stood across the studio wearing my Astros hat, he zeroed in on me. At the time, he held a 2% ownership stake in the Texas Rangers, and in an instant, he crossed the studio floor—bypassing the line of station higher-ups waiting to greet him. They had clearly missed him at the entrance, standing ready in formation, but he made a beeline for me instead.
He grabbed my hand and squeezed so hard it hurt. No… he crushed it. There was intent. As he was doing that, he pulled me in real close to where we were inches from each other. He knew what he was doing. In fact, we were shoulder to shoulder; with him still crushing my hand as hard as he could, he leaned in to me and said, “Don’t you have a Rangers cap?” Then he smacked me with the ball of his shoulder right onto the ball of my shoulder. It was a direct hit onto a nerve ending or something. He was like a ninja the way he hit that nerve ending. In fact, Bruce Lee had the “1-inch punch” that could take a man down. This was like that, but the “2 inch shoulder smack.”
The whole thing was a set up. The way he came up on me like that, crushing my hand and smacked me so hard with his shoulder with pin-point accuracy. Somebody taught him how to do that somewhere down the line. I instantly thought to myself, “What a bully.” As he continued to grip my hand in horrific pain, and now my shoulder, he continued, “He he he,” in my ear before he turned and walked away. Dick.
A few minutes later, after he’d moved through the formal greeting line, the new general manager witnessed the whole thing and approached me, curious. “What did he say to you?” he asked. I recounted the exchange, and he responded sternly, “I don’t want to see you ever wear that hat in here again.”
I thought about it. The next day, I walked in wearing my Astros hat. I figured there was no real issue; Johnny Baldwin, the studio manager for the 5 PM, 6 PM, and 10 PM news, wore a different NFL jersey and matching cap for every team in the league. Every night people. A different professional hat and jersey from every team in the league! Do you know how much that costs? If the GM enforced a rule on me, he’d have to apply it to Johnny too, and I couldn’t see Johnny taking that news well. This new GM would have a whole new can of worms that he would have to put back in the can if Johnny Baldwin wasn’t able to come to work one day after 12 years and not wear his NFL get up.
So I’ve got my Astros hat on, I stepped into the elevator on the second floor, and who was there riding up? The general manager himself. Fortunately, others were present, and he didn’t say a word to me. He exited on the fifth floor while I continued to the sixth, feeling a mix of relief and quiet triumph—I’d worn the Astros hat and gotten away with it. My time at KTBC was filled with such moments—unexpected, memorable, and a testament to the lively, ever-evolving world of television production.
