Wednesday, April 08, 2009
How not to do promo, lesson one
Back in the days before I became impoverished and marooned within a life of confusion, I did a bit of radio interviewing over various entertainment-oriented projects that I was involved in.
During that time, I was occasionally asked some extraordinarily asinine questions at disgracefully early hours of the day by interviewers who either lacked research skills or on-air conversational savvy. Happens.
Inside, I might be cringing, or seething...or some other descriptive adjective that involved restraining myself from sawing off the host's head with a plastic butter knife.
Outside, I strived to maintain a modicum of poise in order to get through the ordeal and back to where the women were hot and the beer was cold.
Unfortunately, not all of my compatriots retain this ability...and some take opportunity for granted, becoming obnoxious when the conversation strolls into problematic zones, even some performers who should know how to play the f*cking game by now.
I'm going to be blunt here, Billy Bob. Whatever you've supposedly worked on for all these decades that trumps your accomplishments in other spheres just got a oil drum of douche poured over it, live and in living color...And you took your three bandmates along for the swim.
Enjoy that Canadian tour.