Don’t Look Down
I read an interview with you where you were described as a ‘Type ‘A’ Personality’.
“Did I offer that or was that the assessment?” he laughs.
That was the assessment.
“Wow, I don’t know what that is, but they’re right, I have type ‘A’ blood, and I guess Type ‘A’ people are - and I’m not proud to say this -control freaks by nature.”
Are you?
“I try so hard not to be because it gets me nowhere, I do so much better when I just let the universe have its way with each and every person in situations in my life. Things work out way better than I ever could have manufac¬tured or manipulated myself, and it’s so much more fun and relaxing. I guess a Type ‘A’ per¬sonality is somebody who gets in an elevator and immediately hits the close button instead of just waiting the extra second for the doors to close by themselves.
And do you do that?
“I try not to.”
AROUND MIDNIGHT the crowds have dissipated, though the roads buzz with excited fans speeding wildly around sounding their horns, stereos cranked to nosebleed level. Tired but cheerful, the band board their minivans for the drive back to their hotel. There aren’t enough seat belts for everyone, there’s some fairly hostile terrain to cover and, as the tail lights shudder up the rocky path leading away from the Valle Des Pop, it looks like it’s going to be quite a bumpy ride. It’s impossible to say exactly how long the journey will take, but they’ll get where they need to go eventually.
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