During one recent interview with a world-renowned pop star, I asked a simple question: "What part of the creative process do you enjoy most when making a new album?" Granted, the question was a bit cliche, but hardcore music fans tend to be interested in those kinds of things. After three minutes of silence, I thought we'd been disconnected.
"Are you still there?" I asked.
"Yes," she responded.
Another minute went by before she finally added, "I think it's nice that [name of record label] took a chance with this album. It’s like, nice that they did."
Two weeks later I met with a bona fide female rock legend for an interview. But after a series of uncomfortable pauses and countless one word answers, I just gave up. I've never published the piece, and I've never been able to bring myself to listen to the playback. That's how disastrous it was. Sadly, I can barely listen to her music anymore without having flashbacks of the silence.