The Good, the Bad and the Fugly

Some interviewees are very, very good and some are very, very bad.

The very, very good ones mean you pore over the article, trying to translate their personality and talent into print. I have been lucky enough to have had a few of these recently. I have also had two very, very bad ones.

The doctor I interviewed who lectured me for what I kid you not was at least three minutes about being sure to repeat my phone number SEVERAL TIMES when I leave a voicemail message could be forgiven. He is, after all, a doctor who didn't ask to be in the media spotlight and does spend the rest of his time, you know, saving lives.

The band member, however, who turned out to be a complete doucebag has no such excuse. I know that people in the music business must have to do a lot of interviews with a lot of different publications and it's only natural they get bored by what must be repetitive questioning. But then they're not performing brain surgery up their on the stage.

All references to their 'art' or 'craft' aside, saving lives they are not: they are entertainers and should, therefore, at least try to be a bit fucking entertaining.