Talking Head

I just did a phone interview with a reporter in Chicago to hype our upcoming Purim gig for Kfar Center. I'm pretty sure I sounded like a blathering idiot (is there some other form of idiot, I wonder?). I'm really not good at this. I tend to mumble and say things over and over. I'm not sure what the "sound bites" are supposed to be. I give out too much irrelevant information and gloss over the take-home points.

She seemed very pleasant and agreed with whatever points I was making. I tried to explain what Jewish Rock is, at least my definition of it. I really talked up the guitar player. I may have left her with the impression that I have some kind of man-crush on him. He is pretty good. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I sent her hunting on our website for some hi-res pictures, but warned her that we're not particularly attractive. She said we can't be any uglier than the Rolling Stones. True that.

I tried to explain that we play Jewish Rock because it's a fun, kosher way of playing the kind of music we enjoy listening to. Man, I wish I had actually said that last sentence to her. Most likely, it's going to come out as: Rambling physician/musician Moshe Skier thinks Jewish Music is lame.