White Sox Dave Is The Barbara Walters Of Our Generation
I'm not sure if you've been paying attention to the little old bootstrapped project but we were front and center at Windy City Smokeout a few weeks ago with our very own media trailer.
The big J journo's were pissed and fighting with our camera guy Nick Fasoli all weekend. "Why the fuck does Barstool have their own trailer?"
It made it that much sweeter when all the artists would walk out of our trailer laughing their asses off for all of them to see.
Sure, we didn't have seats for them to sit on, but we had hay bails and lots of Owens Mixers transfusions and Mamitas.
The interview of the weekend was probably this one with Dylan Scott.
He got tied up with some radio station before, and his team didn't want him to be rushed with us, so they asked if we could speak with him after his set rather than before.
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We kindly obliged and it actually ended up working out for the best.
As you can see from the interview, it allowed White Sox Dave and I to observe Dylan live, on stage, and for Dave to write down notes to himself about the performance that he later pulled up and interrogated Dylan about.
And if that's not enough to convince you that White Sox Dave is rewriting the manual on in-person-interviewing, he threw this curveball at Dylan the second he walked into the trailer...
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It's called keeping the guest on their toes. You normal people who don't interview stars wouldn't understand. Dave is playing mental chess here. Per usual. You know how many of these boring ass interviews these musicians have to sit through every time the release a new project? Their PR teams line this shit up for them because they need to kiss radio stations' asses so they play the song, they need to kiss magazine and website's asses so they post about the song, They're on cruise control for most of these things remembering to spit out their talking points, blah blah blah.
This technique throws that all out the window.
Did you see how amazed Dylan was to meet another Dylan? Only to then immediately be told, "no, I'm Dave".
Props to White Sox Dave for being ahead of the curve yet again.
Sure, we had some technical difficulties where the electricity to the trailer would cut out randomly with no warning
White Sox Dave is the Barbara Walters of this generation and if you don't realize that by now, get a clue. Because the train is leaving the station and you're either on it or getting left in the dust.
Real talk, Dylan couldn't have been any cooler. He is the fucking man for being a good sport about this. We're going to link up again with him on the road this fall or winter and we can't wait.
Check out the full Interview Here -