A Conga and a Six-Pack
I can't wait to meet him. He'll be stopping by our office late Thursday afternoon to answer a few questions.
Holy shit: I'm excited!
Back in October, when I initially asked Mr. Fiol if he'd like to do the interview, I knew very little about him. I only knew that his music moved me. Since then, after lots of research and Googling, my idea of him had shifted from: Well, he's something of an underground figurea terribly neglected musician with a sort of cult followingto something more like: Oh my fricking god, I'm exchanging e-mails with a living legend, what the hell did I get myself into?!
I had become intimidated, overwhelmed. Damn you, research!
But, after speaking with him on the phone, I feel much better. At one point, he asked me if he should bring anything.
Bring anything? I thought. It hadn't occurred to me that he might bring anything. I'm just happy to be meeting him, to have the opportunity to speak with him.
I should have asked him to bring a conga and a six-pack, so we could just chill.