My interview on Capital Public Radio (CPR) 90.9FM
I had just gotten off of work when I had received an email from Capital Public Radio stating that they would love to have me come in and do an interview on their program. I had sent them an email a couple of weeks back and forgotten about the whole thing. I couldn’t believe it at first, so I read it a couple of times. When I had concluded they wanted me to be there the following Monday, I responded with no hesitation.
I’m a big fan of NPR, and a couple of other local news radio stations. So I had felt completely honored to be invited on. The next couple of days I had racked my brain thinking about what I was going to do. What songs I was going to play, and what my tone was going to be. Was I going to be the introverted artistic Poor that I usually am, Or was it going to be the funny off the wall guy? Or would the revolutionary Poor go on, and tell the world how it is, and how he sees it? I didn’t know. These were the things that kept me lying awake at night for the next couple of days.
Music was the main thing on my mind. I kept thinking which songs I could present on the radio, and still give the audience a sense of who I am as a whole. A lot of my favorite songs that I’ve recorded are not suitable for the radio. For example “sex sales”, and “poor drunk bastards”,” throw some keef on it”, and the list goes on. I figured my next step should be getting some of the tracks edited. So I called my homie Mike Colossal, and told him my dilemma. He had agreed to whip me up something that was a little more P.C.
I finally got the tracks back the morning of my interview. I rushed all around the house trying to get my shit in order. I had to feed my son, get him ready to go to the baby sitters, plus get myself ready for work. Man it was a rough morning. I’m almost certain I got to work late that day.
When I did get there though, a lot of my co-workers were very interested in what was about to unfold in the next hour or so. They asked me who was doing the interview, and was I nervous, and what not. I wasn’t in slightest. The time flew by really fast, and the next thing I knew it was time for me to hop in the car, and be on my way. In route I listened to my disk at least five times. I think I even smoked about 20 cigarettes.
When I finally found the place I showed up with a hand full of red bulls, and a dozen of doughnuts. I couldn’t wait to get pass security so I could take a shit. I had this monster in my belly that demanded my attention. “Yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah” I say to the girl at the front desk, and head straight for the bathroom. The bliss I felt after those teeth clinching moments where indescribable.
I get into the green room with the rest of the guest who were going to be on the show for the day, and just sit there. I was feeling pretty out of place. One of the guys was an older man in about his late 50’s with a brown blazer, and a ten gallon cowboy hat. He claimed to be an expert of bankruptcy. He talked with a lot of confidence, and assumed he was in charge. Still I sit there… There was a father and daughter couple on the couch directly across from me who were there for their sculpture art. I thought that was pretty cool. Then the daughter says something like “watch my purse in case those rowdy teenagers are in here” or something like that. At first I’m like Bitch please! Assuming she was talking about me. Turns out she got her purse stolen the night before from some kids in a hotel. The lady I had sat right next to was a writer for children’s books. Very sweet lady. She had a really soft voice so I could see why she would be into the whole children’s market.
One by one we were called into the studio to do our interviews. During the segments we could listen to the person who was actually on air at the time. We were all trying to figure out something just as important to say as the last person. I was the last man standing by the end of the show, and went in with my head high, and a empty belly. Jeff was sitting there on the other side of the desk with a half smile, and his hand out. I shook it then sat down again. They adjusted my mic to where my mouth was, and then all the magic began. To listen to this interview stay tuned. I’ll put it up on my myspace page soon.
Thanks for reading. Yours truly Poor.
