flying back from france.
as ‘last night’ is coming out at the end of march(or so i believe)i’m currently
engaged in what i affectionately refer to as the ‘i’m a big fat media-whore’ phase
of releasing a record.
this is the period wherein i travel around and sit in hotel rooms and talk to journalists.
sometimes it’s onerous, sometimes it’s pleasant, sometimes it’s loathsome, and sometimes
it’s really enjoyable.
sometimes you sit down in a hotel room for 30 minutes with a journalist and you have
a great conversation.
and sometimes you sit down in a hotel room for 30 minutes with a journalist and it’s
like pulling teeth without anesthetic.
sometimes the questions are challenging and interesting.
sometimes the questions are remarkable in their awfulness(best worst question of
this particular promo tour was when a journalist asked me ‘what is the name
of your new record?’).
but now i’m headed back to nyc for a few days before i had back out on the media-whore
chuckwagon.
or junket.
or brisquet.
or sobriquet.
i’m rambling. media trips are neither brisquets nor sobriquets, although words that end
in ‘quet’ instantly sound cosmopolitan. well, except tourniquet.
some random thoughts:
1-‘chicken little’ was a great movie. i just watched it. i’m 42 years old and my favorite
form of entertainment is/are cartoons. this doesn’t speak too highly of me, i know.
2-i read a great book recently by john twelve hawks. i think that john twelve hawks
is f. paul wilson. i doubt that this will make much sense to anyone except the few hardcore
nerds who look at moby.com.
3-i’m looking at the air france skymap. in addition to showing cities and geographic features
they also show the sites where oceanliners sank(we just passed by ‘titanic-1912’). i’m not sure
that displaying the sites of travel related disasters is such a smart thing for an airline to do, especially when we’re at 40,000 feet in turbulence. ah well, if you’re reading this i guess you can assume
that we didn’t crash.
4-i got nothing else.
oh, sometimes journalists read my updates.
if you’re a journalist and you’re reading this: hi, nice to meet you.
if you’re a journalist and you’re going to be interviewing me please note the following:
a-at present i have no plans to go into space.
b-i like tea but i’m not a teetotaller(why is it ‘teetotaller’, is it a golf related? for the record, my first ever job was as a caddy but i know nothing about golf).
just trying to be helpful and save you some time.
also, if you’re a journalist and you’re thinking of either giving ‘last night’ a bad review
or writing something nasty about me i’d be more than happy to send cash/drugs/hookers
to you in the interest of receiving good press.
i’m all for freedom of the press, but i’m not averse to some good old-fashioned
4th estate payola(to spell it out: bad review=no cash/drugs/hookers. good review=cash/drugs/hookers).
i know that some members of the press find me distasteful. i understand, i’m opinionated and annoying. but don’t you think you could shelve the bad review in the interest of free money or drugs?
come on, everyone’s doing it. just pretend you’re a member of the house of representatives.
now i’m thinking that i shouldn’t post this because someone might misunderstand that i’m
being facetious. no hookers or drugs from me, cos that would be illegal(notice that sweet beautiful
cash wasn’t included in the ‘illegal’ list. and the hookers and drugs are negotiable depending upon the country wherein you’ll be writing/publishing the good review).
speaking of f. paul wilson, i’m going to go read one of his earlier books, ‘an enemy of the state’ before we land.
again, only the hardcore nerds will understand.
and if it turns out that f. paul wilson is john twelve hawks you can give me the credit for figuring
it out.
in other pseudonymous news i have no idea who ‘burial’ is, but his/her/its record is really good.
i really wish that air france didn’t show the sites of tragic oceanliner disasters on their in-flight skymap.
it’s disconcerting.
thanks,
moby