When entering a dressing room full of “fame,” please be cautious for the swollen egos stuffed in them.
How can one individual make another feel like their work and time are not appreciated? Easy, simply add a microphone to one hand, and a pound of arrogant lyrics in the other. Music artists serenely float high above the heads of us “regulars” in their claustrophobic narrow dressing rooms. Simply maneuvering backstage becomes a maze of challenges when having to tip-toe around the pompous helium-induced egos.
As a budding journalist, I’m slowly developing my own knack while working against the pressures of breaking into music artists’ thoughts, desires, and creativity, but it’s breaking past those egos than actually getting through the list of questions where the tedious task rises.
Naturally, I’m a bit of an introvert, so each interview rides into a sequence of complexities with simply introducing who we are and what we’re about. Sadly, the artist usually has the, “let’s get this shit over with,” expression painted on their face along with their reclusive body language; even breaking the ice with simple opening questions like, “How are you feeling tonight?”, I’ve learned, when short responses are shot back with, “good,” or “cool,” immediately I know to have my “surgical mask” handy; I may have to be pulling teeth for the remainder of the interview,(metaphorically speaking.)
Now I’m not saying all artists come across this way, lately most of my interviews have been very enjoyable, but some of the time the artist usually projects themselves overly arrogant about their “fame” or “status quo” in the first few minutes of meeting them.
Not to mention, the actual hustle and bustle one must go through just to get backstage. Gauges of frustration begin to rise when having to deal with ill-mannered security; apparently, these venues seemingly hire anyone off the street. They somehow take their authority and use it with the sleaziest, most condescending antics of making sure who gets in, and who doesn’t. But when the moment comes of finally entering backstage, still my list of missions have yet to be completed.
The backstage environment grows claustrophobic as soon as I enter the ratchet-infested hallways; where females prowl viscously from dressing room to dressing room. As I make my way through this suffocating jungle, I’m still left with the task of having to approach and introduce myself to these individuals against their cold body language and uninviting attitudes. This can almost kill any excitement for interview, but the “fame entitlement” they carry into the interview usually ruins the first few minutes anyway.
At one point, I was even asked by the artist himself, “You did your homework, right?” the first natural thought popped in my head, “Are you F**king kidding me? Why the hell would I waste my time, getting bitched at by delusional security, then to be given a hell at the backstage entrance, just to come and sit with “fame,” and not know what the hell I’m talking about?” Please my brotha! You’re cool and all, but you aren’t that cool.
Granted, artists exhaust their abilities of bringing people together, rocking out crowds, and ultimately giving birth to some of the most enticing lyrics, but their impermanent gaseous notion of themselves should never affect how they treat people, colleagues or peers. It’s as if they believe they have some kind of special power that no one else has, or shall ever have.
Artists need to learn to humble themselves, and embrace every fan, face, and/or peer they encounter. Just because they put out a few mixtapes/albums, does not give them any right to openly display any bit of disinterest towards press during an interview. Fortunately as the interview progresses, the artist slowly deflates back to reality when the interviewer shows true interest in the likes of their thoughts, struggles, and simple pleasures.
All in all, the audience is left to judge how the music artist holds themselves throughout the conversation, but let’s get this straight; it’s Press who bring the best out of these music artists during the interview. If there were no editing in most of these video interviews, the audience might grow a different perspective about a lot of these rappers, or music artists that people actually look up to, or hold a high view of. Artists need to understand that press simply assists with promoting the artist’s work and creativity, so the respect should be mutual upon first handshake. When asked simple opening questions to artists who vaguely reply with two word remarks, they are only broadcasting to their fans/audience how uninteresting they truly are with no sense of personality. It amazes me how arrogant these music artists believe you live as a mere a piece of withered toilet paper stuck to the bottom of their shoe. Sadly, even the backstage-lurking-ratchets seem to be more appreciated than their own opportunity of promoting themselves through press. Go figure.
I thought this track was a perfect addition to remind those artists where they really came from.