Was at the Vancouver Folk Festival last night to interview up and comer Leslie Feist, which was interesting, but not particularly fun. Despite what everyone seems to think, being a reporter is rarely fun.
Don’t get me wrong, Feist and her band mates were cool, but most musicians acquiesce to interviews because they have to, not because they’re keen on it, and they tend to be suspicious. Worried about the power of the poison pen, I guess.
Realizing that you’re being lumped in with all the bitter vipers of the media world is kind of depressing. I mean, even if I am a corporate sell out who can only boast about writing about other people who are artistic instead of being artistic myself, I’m still nice, right?
All folked out,
P.S. Got my Harry Potter already, so there are perks to this job.