Tell me about your childhood...
If you are like me, you've probably done the radio interview in the bathroom. You know the one where you use the hairbrush for a mic and it goes something like,
"Tell me how it all began"
"Well, Terry..."
If you have read Roddy Doyle's wonderful Barrytown Trilogy or seen the movie the Commitments, you'll get the above reference. I am embarrassed to say that I could relate to the guy in the Commitments interviewing himself.
It's not because I thought someday I'd be famous, but I think everyone, if they're honest, loves to have questions asked about themselves. Well, okay, maybe not the true introverts or the Garbo's that "just vant to be alone" - but many of us would love to answer that "How did it all begin" query.
"Well, I was born at a very early age..."
(insert rimshot here)
This week I am working on an interview that doesn't involve hairbrush mics and someone else, an actual person, is asking the question. The interview is for Smokelong Quarterly and will appear along with my piece, "Night Birds" in the March issue (out on the 15th, I believe).
I have been asked some fine questions and best of all I get to respond by email, which gives me a bit of grace in retracting the dumb things and making me sound a tad more eloquent. Okay, more than a tad.
So, um, uh,... (pause cough), I'll post a link soon.
.. is this thing on? Testing... testing.
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