So, a few days ago I went to the KPCC studios in Pasadena, California to be interviewed on Patt Morrison's radio show. Originally, the plan was to have it go out live, but the day before, they called me and said that we'd tape it instead for later broadcast. This reduced my anxiety a bit, but not much.
What if I sound like a jerk? What if I blank out and forget the word "brain"? What if I have an uncontrollable urge to shout expletives (something that happens frequently)? What if I pee?
Fuck. Uh, I mean, "Oh my."
The look of Pasadena City College only added to my creeping malaise. The campus looks as if it were designed by Mussolini after a weekend of smoking dope and listening to Beach Boys records. I headed into the basement studios of KPCC and cooled my heels for a while.
"So, like, if I say something really stupid, you can edit it out, right?"
"Don't worry, you'll be fine."
Well, I was, more or less. At one point I couldn't think of the word "jellyfish" and had to say "uh....animals related to coral" as a lame circumlocution. But I didn't swear....and I left my chair dry. For now, I'll call that victory.
