My Fifteen Mortifying Minutes

of fame, or something resembling it, came and went in the form of an interview on a US radio show just recently. The podcast is available online, but I still can`t bring myself to listen to it. I`m sure that even if I didn`t sound stupid on the air (which I`m pretty certain I did), there is no escaping my own self-criticism, so I am better off just not clicking there.

Memoirists are self-obsessed by trade, and memoirists with blogs are even worse. This really makes me wonder why I`m so deathly afraid of my own voice. It doesn`t make a whole lot of sense.

All in all, this whole debacle would be so much easier and tolerable if I could have been drunk the whole time.
Drunk, my own voice sounds great. Sober, it`s unbearable (and one of the hardest things I`ve learn in sobriety was that I`m not as phenomenal a karaoke singer as I`d once assumed.) Oh well.

I`ll give you the link anyway.

From what I hear, you have to fast forward through some guy talking about airline safety first.

Comments

[Ukifune]

I thought it was a great interview. The guy sounded stupid, not you. You sounded great, wise. Radio personalities... heh.

[PA]

I too think you gave a great interview :-) esp. in view of the fact you were on the phone in NY and they were in their studio in Ohio!

Kudos and keep up the lively blogs...

:-)

[Bob]

The guys were tools. You did fine. I got your book from amazon last Friday BTW. I was finished by Saturday night! Great Stuff! I really enjoyed it.