How easy would it be to lose interest after being asked the same question over and over again every 10 minutes? Welcome to a press junket day. I don't know the etymology of the word junket, but the first four letters do sum up what that experience is like. . .junk aka garbage. The Artiste is the ultimate professional though. He was fresh and charming even after an afternoon of fifteen international television interviews all starting with, "so how did you decide to record soul songs?" A valid, necessary question, but who wouldn't tire from repeating one's self?
One of the ways to keep the Artiste energetic is to bring a soccer ball to the junket location -- today being a bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel. I hear other artists use their interview breaks for knitting, frenetic texting or touching up hair and make-up. None of that for my artist. Just one 32-paneled plastic ball and he's happy!
Here we are after three hours of back-to-back interviews with that wonderful ball!
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