Hunter S. Thompson can do it, why can’t I?
My evening was like a Suede song, courtesy of my unique but frankly bonkers friend Pippa. It began on the balcony of an unnamed Cuba St couture retailer and ended in Oriental Bay, via Civic Square, Bodega and Devon St. It was almost exactly like Bowie’s ‘Candidate’ from Diamond Dogs:
We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands
…except without the drugs, of course.
The errant Salient is out. My Trudeau non-interview looks good (p36). I’d like to start a trend where student journalists meet their subject but don’t talk to them for longer than a minute, and compose a 550-word article based on what they already knew offhand about the subject, including a photo of themselves with the subject to prove that they actually met them.
Non-Interview soundtrack:
Metamorphosis ~The Rolling Stones
Hvarf;Heim ~Sigur Rós
Germ Free Adolescents ~X-Ray Spex
March 29, 2008 at 8:23 pm
Anyway, to say something vaguely pertinent, you’re lucky that your idol is alive and able to be interviewed. HG joined the choir invisible in 1946 and now Clarke has gone…
March 31, 2008 at 8:39 am
I think I’m keeping AC Clarke’s obit, he was a huge part of my formative years of reading sci-fi in quiet, safe school libraries to keep the bullies away from me during the lunch hour…
Kinda my first virtual knight in shining armour… It’s a wrench when one of your heroes dies.
I met William Gibson once, at W & R week back in the 90’s, and was so over-awed I couldn’t do anything but smile, while the publisher I was with did all the talking.
Kinda like the way I got tongue-tied when I met Trudeau, actually. Nearly forgot to get his autograph… Too shy to get a photo with him!
Some biographer one day will tear their hair out, because I routinely dodge being photographed, and someone who shall remain nameless destroyed a couple of decades of my photo neg’s …. it’ll be Dorothy Parker all over again!