Oh dear. You know that feeling the second after you press the ‘submit’ button, you instantly regret it?
I did that yesterday. My favourite band and inspiration to my book, Placebo, had a nice little announcement. As you know, their new album is coming up. It will be released on September 16, now coinciding with a special treat called Loud Like Love TV. Like a freaking maniac I jumped on and down on the couch. Jippie, jippie, 90 minutes filled with music and answers and what not! I was extatic. And frankly, I blame this particular mood for my foolishness.
You can ask the band a question. There will be a nice Google hang-out, but you had to record your question on video. I didn’t even change clothes, worry about make-up or the fact I looked like Pipi freaking Longstocking with two girly braids in my hair and yes, I pressed the dreaded submit button.
Even if my question is selected, which is highly doubtful, because there are many, many fans, thank the gods, I think I will have to hide under the bed and not answer my phone under any circumstance.
I cannot talk to my muse, I simply cannot. My head will probably explode and that won’t do on a live YouTube feed. The legal shit alone.
So I’m so sorry my dear, dear band, but please ignore my silly moment of utter and complete insanity. I’m sure there are much better questions anyway and people who actually do want to talk to you.
I think I’ll post this on Steve’s Twitter as well, just to be on the safe side. Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they won’t pick you!
But back to the column part. What about your embarrassing moments? Come on and fess up!
Until next week peeps! Think before you press ‘submit’, it might spare you the trouble of having to relocate your house 😉