o.k., my loving brother...
I listened intently twice and having done a number of telephone interviews this is my (who gives a shit what I think) take on what it felt like as a listener...first and foremost, phone interviews are the most difficult to have control in any way...in fact after one I did for a local writer here while I was still in l.a. I never did a phone interview again...radio has a certain technique necessary to make the audience not only interested but to be pulled to the voice and intrigued with the artist. I know you know all of this, i'm sure, but I am going to answer your question as though we are not the family that you and I are...
you jumped the rail right off the top by not being gracious, as I know you can be, and attempted humor with the 11:oo a.m. as too early for you line. it made you seem a little immature and slightly condescending and not really appreciative that someone across the pond had been excited by your work and interested in who you, the man, are. because you were not totally awake at the wheel you could not drive the bus with the warmth that you possess and the deep breaths that you would take made it feel as if you were tolerating the whole thing rather than being engaged and grateful that you had this fan. not to belabor but you kicked a dog when it was down when you were offhanded about the motor city. it gave us you and the soundtrack to an entire generation. the Detroit myth is still alive and thriving across the world.
I wasn't turned off exactly but if I were sitting in my flat in st. james place or hampstead or in the west end I think I might think "you were a bit of a Wanker" and a typical Yank that felt entitled (that is where the brits go whenever they can).
I hope you will still love me and know that I am so proud of how you really found your way home to your art and are flourishing because of it. I want the world to feel the best part of you and that is your soft underbelly...your true warmth...must admit that I felt a little chilly. reverent... irreverent...irrelevant...who cares? from your older loving you sister i'd rather feel your warmth than the rocker's cool.
I do love you,
I listened intently twice and having done a number of telephone interviews this is my (who gives a shit what I think) take on what it felt like as a listener...first and foremost, phone interviews are the most difficult to have control in any way...in fact after one I did for a local writer here while I was still in l.a. I never did a phone interview again...radio has a certain technique necessary to make the audience not only interested but to be pulled to the voice and intrigued with the artist. I know you know all of this, i'm sure, but I am going to answer your question as though we are not the family that you and I are...
you jumped the rail right off the top by not being gracious, as I know you can be, and attempted humor with the 11:oo a.m. as too early for you line. it made you seem a little immature and slightly condescending and not really appreciative that someone across the pond had been excited by your work and interested in who you, the man, are. because you were not totally awake at the wheel you could not drive the bus with the warmth that you possess and the deep breaths that you would take made it feel as if you were tolerating the whole thing rather than being engaged and grateful that you had this fan. not to belabor but you kicked a dog when it was down when you were offhanded about the motor city. it gave us you and the soundtrack to an entire generation. the Detroit myth is still alive and thriving across the world.
I wasn't turned off exactly but if I were sitting in my flat in st. james place or hampstead or in the west end I think I might think "you were a bit of a Wanker" and a typical Yank that felt entitled (that is where the brits go whenever they can).
I hope you will still love me and know that I am so proud of how you really found your way home to your art and are flourishing because of it. I want the world to feel the best part of you and that is your soft underbelly...your true warmth...must admit that I felt a little chilly. reverent... irreverent...irrelevant...who cares? from your older loving you sister i'd rather feel your warmth than the rocker's cool.
I do love you,