I write reviews and trend pieces, profile local artists, and sometimes, I interview celebrities. Four years ago I began covering entertainment for an alternative newsweekly in Austin, Texas.
Ok, now that this is out of my system well not really here is a list of celebrities that are bisexual. Vanessa Lee Carlton is an American singer-songwriter.
Vanessa started recording her album, which was initially unsuccessful. About movies I liked and hobbies he enjoyed, about my measurements, because I had this idea that boys talked about measurements, even though these were not actually my measurements but something I had read in a Whitney Houston article. The first celebrity I interviewed was the lead singer for a band whose first single had just hit number one. Phone interviews are generally arranged through a promoter or publicist, who calls the paper.
The important stars tend to do all their phoners in one brutal day, so the interviewer is kept to a strict time limit, usually 15 to 20 minutes. I spent ages anticipating this, how to act and what jokes to make, but when I finally got there, I discovered I had little to say. A junket is one of those industry standards in which a film company flies journalists to one city usually Los Angeles , puts them up in a luxury hotel usually the Beverly Hills Four Seasons , and gives them a generous per-diem usually spent on booze.
He had a drug problem. The person receiving the information often brags about it, proudly, like an Ivy League education. It was the best thing to happen to my party banter since alcohol. Sometimes the celebrity calls you; sometimes you call them. I had no interest in sleeping with him. Instead, my intentions were pathetically earnest—to be his friend, to make myself known to him, get a humble shout-out from the stage or, you know, in the liner notes to the next album. No, the fun part of the interview came months later.
The disillusionment began a few years later at a movie junket. In seventh grade I told my one friend Laura the following lies: I entered the first room on my right, straight into the shark tank.
And hey, I met you—you are not cool. Most celebrity interviews, however, are an assembly line—15 minutes on the phone, ask the same questions, receive the same answers.
That a girl I knew in California was friends with teen actor River Phoenix. But we also know that the magazine, Rolling Stone, frittered away its precious credibility with the same mythological rock-star bullshit that the film rallies against. Television journalists who have achieved their own fame—Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer, Jules Asner gag —have the luxury of time, but their interviews are little more than staged press releases.
But I would rather take a staple gun to my forehead than suffer Gene Simmons. The journalists see the film and interview the stars—and all the film company asks is that you go back to Dubuque, or Boise, or Austin, and write a story about it. Carlton released her fifth studio album, Liberman, on October 23, Vanessa celebrates her birthday on every August Carlton produced a fourth album, Rabbits on the Run Interviewing celebrities can make you a kind of celebrity too.
Talking about celebrities gave me authority, and a topic everyone wanted to listen to. In person, Stephan Jenkins looked the way movie stars should but rarely do—tall, handsome, smashingly unkempt. What bands influenced him, what songs I liked on his album.