I was surprised to hear from Stossel’s people asking me to sit in on an interview for a segment called “Rule Breakers.” This meant I was flying to New York. As usual they asked if I was going to be hitting up any art while I was in town. … 🙂 How could I say no? The bitch of it was I don’t know much about New York, it’s streets, or where I was planning on hitting.
The minute we touched down I had to find the hotel, a truck, an art store, and a home depot for a ladder. If any of these finds fell though there would be no hit. STRESS
Someone upstairs must have loved me because not only did I managed to find everything before the stores closed, when we got to the location later that evening, we found rock-star parking right out front. To top things off while putting up the art a police car drove literally right under me … and kept going. Everything went off without a hitch. All I had left to deal with was the interview. STRESS OVER
The green room was filled with makeup people, other guests, friends, family, who the hell knew who these people were. I sure as hell didn’t. Stossel walked in and started bullshitting with everyone until he found his way to me. I remembered not wanting to kiss his ass. If he tried sandbagging me I’d have to be brutal with him. I wanted to get comfortable with him, get him off his guard, let him know he could play rough to degree … so I busted on his gray hair. I’m not sure he took it well, but I meant it as a joke, … to relax things. Our back and forth didn’t go badly but I remember thinking it could have gone better.
Then Stossel’s son, who was running around the Fox studio in pajamas, approached me asking all sorts of questions about what I do and I’ll be damned if he didn’t dig into me because I have the nerve to try to make money off my art. I reminded him that 1. my landlord doesn’t accept love and rainbows for rent and 2. my father wasn’t a rich, celebrity who’s dime I was living on making it possible to run around his studio in FUCKEN PAJAMAS! :/ … OK, to be honest, I didn’t put it quite that harshly, but the shit that was going on in my head was much worse.
I had asked Stossel not to ask me any questions that would give the police reason to jail me during my stay, but he did. I believe my reactions to those questions were edited out. Believe me there were some minor tense moments that weren’t included in the final cut. When I left the stage one of the camera guys started in on me asking if I was ‘the real SABO’ or something. I was busy fighting trying to get my mic off to really hear what he was going on about but I knew it wasn’t good. I’d of loved to have confronted him but it went no where. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and spend a few hours walking around the city.
All in all it was a cool trip. I hate driving and having to get art up at 3 in the morning can be stressful as hell. So the next time I’m in New York I hope to just chill and enjoy the sights.