i just got back from a press conference in auckland. and the best question had to have been ‘where did you find the dancers in “”praise you””?’ hahahaha.
that made me laugh. and i felt badly for the woman who asked the question, cos she seemed to be quite embarrassed when i said ‘uh, i think you’re confusing me with fatboy slim.’
but it’s true, bald white guys all kind of look the same.
the irony though is that norman cook doesn’t shave his head anymore, and he’s quite a bit taller than i.
maybe there should be a buddy movie featuring lots of guys with shaved heads.
kind of like ‘101 dalmatians’ but with bald guys. and some evil glen close/monty burns character could be after us for our stubbly heads. maybe for tire traction or something.
and now i’m off to an in-store. i live in mortal terror of in-stores (aka-record signings, meet and greets, etc). i’ve done in-stores where no one has shown up. it’s very humiliating. and even though ‘play’ was 7 times platinum in new zealand, i’m still afraid that no one is going to show up at this record signing. it’ll just be me sitting behind a big table clutching a magic marker and asking the employees of the record store if i can sign their cd’s again.
wish me luck, i go to face the public (or lack thereof).
moby