Best. Interview. Ever.

What happens when the interviewer and the interviewee each have way too big of egos to actually conduct an interview? It ends up like this disaster between Scott Weiland and some LA Times reporter:

LA Times: Where’s your head at right now just before going to jail?

Scott: All these questions are …, man. Who do you interview? To what level?

A lot of famous musicians. Not Michael Jackson-famous, though.

Do you interview Keith Richards? David Bowie? Do you interview people who over a 20-year career who aren’t … born-again Christians? Who aren’t part of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir?

Um, yes. A lot of those guys. I interviewed Bowie but not Keith.

Then you should know. Our contribution is music, you know? This is the problem with the press. Are you part of the paparazzi?

I write for the Los Angeles Times.

Is there a difference anymore?

Well, the paparazzi don’t write. They take pictures.

I’m not so sure, man. Rolling Stone is borderline these days.

If I’ve said something that put your nose out of joint, I apologize.

My nose isn’t out of joint. I live my life the way I live my life. I don’t have to make any apologies. I just find it a little hilarious that you’d ask such a question.

Cccchh-www-thhsptttt [Weiland spits on the wall].

Wow that was the most amazing thing I've ever read. Well at least we all know now that that guy has interviewed Bowie.

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