Interview isn't just for the in-crowd

Reason #1045 why I hate Blogger: Because it eats my posts.

Yes yes, I know I should "Save As Draft" every six seconds but frig, that's what organized and thinking people do (she says while muttering and swearing under breath like a disorganized, non-thinking being).

I had this awesomely super long-winded post of answers to Mama Tulip's amazing interview questions and Blogger just up and ate it. I hope it tasted great you big bad blogging platform machine in the ether of the internet universe. I hope it tasted fan-freakin'-tastic.

What I want to know is where did it go???? Screw you blogger, I'm going home.

Now that I'm done throwing a hissy fit and cursing the day that I decided not to use Word to write my posts, I will attempt to recreate a better and heavily edited response to my interview questions.

I've been fussing over what to wear to my interview because we all now how important it is too look sane when talking to media (see picture left).

Should I go hip and cool and wear all black? Should I wear my funky new sneakers? Should I steal SB's glasses and try to look intelligent? Or should I just admit that I answered these questions while wearing my pjs. Yes, I'm still wearing my pjs. Big sigh.

I should just let the interview start and try not to fiddle too much with my mic or babble (too much) at to my gracious host, Mama Tulip. We are sitting down in my imaginary back garden, under the gazebo where the light makes me look less tired and the fresh air might help stimulate my brain into coming up with semi-intelligent answers.

Oh who am I kidding... the battles between my brain and tongue are constantly raging and the tongue is usually on the losing end so let's just getting gabbing.

Mama Tulip: What's the best live show you've ever been to?

Motherbumper: Oh Mama T, you know how indecisive I am... this is a hard one because I LOVE LIVE MUSIC. Whoops, sorry for the shouting but it's a horrid habit I developed from being up close at too many live shows and now I have this ringing in my ears because I ALWAYS CRANK THE MUSIC TOO LOUD. See, there I go again. I'm sure I'm not the only 30-something out there that has this problem but I figure it helps us block out that annoying whining that some of our children seem to perfect in their toddler years... oh yes, sorry, I'm getting off topic.

Best live show is a draw because I cannot make up my mind.

First, Radiohead's Kid A tour was amazing. I had heard an "advance" (ahem) copy of the album and it quickly stayed in permanent rotation on my discman.

Radiohead is amazing live because they are one of the few stadium-filling bands that sound the same live as on vinyl (just like The White Stripes and The Strokes). No theatrics or fancy stuff on stage happens, it's just a beautiful experience watching them create their music. It was absolute perfection. I just wish I had had better seats. Damn you Ticket-slave-master.

Second best live show was the Brotherly Love tour with Oasis, Spacehog and The Black Crowes (I missed Spacehog because of work - damn you work!). Oasis rocked of course, those arrogant but talented bastards. I wasn't a huge fan of The Black Crowes before this show but experiencing them live turned me into one fan filled with respect for their talent. THEY ROCKED LIVE.

It was piss pouring rain when I saw them at the Molson Amphitheater and it didn't matter that I nearly drowned, I had a rockin' good time even though I arrived late and couldn't find my friends. (Okay, I wasn't that wet, I had front row seats but I did get soaked waiting in the beer line).

It was one of those shows that I wish, at the time, that I had a boyfriend who would hoist me up on his shoulders so I could be one of those girls. But I'm not one of those girls, I'm the chick who watches the band like I'm in a trance and lets lose in my head, not with my body. Anyhow, it turns out my future husband was also in the audience but he was actually drowning in the back uncovered part of the amphitheater (sucker).

You know what Mama Tulip? That was a hard one to answer because I treated it like "best live show since moving to Toronto" and I have about a dozen other ones from my life pre-Toronto. I think I might have to use that question as a future blog post topic.

Moving right along....
Mama Tulip: If you could meet one famous person, dead or alive, who would you want to meet, and why?

Motherbumper: Oh thank goodness, an easy question.

Hands down it would be Edie Sedgewick. I became completely entranced by The Factory and all things Pop Art in high school. Andy Warhol fascinated me and Edie spoke to me when I discovered the whole Youthquake movement.

I wore black tights, striped shirts, huge earrings, and tried to be as free a spirit as much as an uptight and neurotic Catholic school girl could be. I ate up anything related to the New York scene: the music, the books, the people, and the art work.

My best friend in high school was the reason I got hooked on this movement and I'm proud to say that she successfully translated her shared fascination into a career. She now runs an art gallery dedicated to Pop Surrealism and is a published author on the subject. I'm so damn proud of her (and if you are reading this, I'm sorry I haven't written lately - must write email now, must write email now).

So why would I want to meet Edie? Well for the good drugs of course! Oh relax folks, I'm kidding.

Edie had an infectious spirit according to many who met her, she was a talented artist in her own right, she knew how to throw a party, knew how to dress, and her aura was like an orbit that sucked everyone in.

If I was only allowed to party for one night EVER in my life, one night of partying with Edie would be enough for me.

Now in case anyone has heard of the recently released movie, Factory Girl with Guy Pearce (as Warhol) and Sienna Miller (as Edie) I've heard that it was a poorly made film. I was shocked when I heard Sienna Miller had been cast because in my opinion she has always been just a "warm body" in any film I've seen her in (Layer Cake - hello?). Apparently Katie Holmes was the original choice (still a poor one in my humble opinion) but rumor has it that Tommy pulled her out because playing a drug addict would have a negative impact on her acting career (what-ev-er).

My art gallery friend and I have traded some funny emails regarding our disgust over the casting but I don't think we need to worry, the movie is apparently a flop and Edie's story won't be ruined by some crappy film.

And in case you were wondering if she is related to Kyra Sedgwick, Edie was her aunt, once again proving that everyone really is six degrees from Kevin Bacon.

Wow, I certainly got off on a tangent. You know what Mama Tulip? I'm talking WAY too much so I'm going to save the next couple of questions for my next post. M'kay? Damn this is fun.

Stay tuned for Part Deux in my next post.