He's a really nice guy.  He interviewed me at Rock 4 a Cure and I got a major case of diarrhea mouth.  Words just came flying out with no rhyme or reason.  Words-Words-Words-Talk-Talk-Talk.  I was SO nervous.  I HATE talking on camera.  I never saw the interview, but he assured me it would be cut way down into a tiny snippet.   From all accounts that was the case and my diarrhea mouth was at least somewhat camouflaged.  

I phoned my mother later that evening and got one of those typical mother gems...  "Yeah, it was good.  No, it was fine.  Yes, it was good.  Good job.  But...ummm...you were holding your head in that weird way you hold it."  WTF?  I hold my head weird?  Great!  Add that to the list for the therapist .