Always have liked the show, and when the offer came a few weeks back to do a 12-min segment, I was thrilled. At first, the notion was simply to do a remote, but I really hate doing remotes. You sit in this studio room all by yourself with an earbud feeding you audio while you stare into a camera. You can't tell anything about anything. You have no idea how you appear, or what you sound like. The audio typically sucks, meaning the other end sounds like it's at the bottom of well, while your voice is quite loud in comparison. You can't gauge any reactions to what you're saying, and typically the host must interrupt to get your attention, which is awkward given the time delay (which is why they won't show you a video feed). In short, it's a disembodied experience where impressions are hard to make and the interaction gets about as stilted as possible.
So I was watching Smiley's show about two weeks ago and I decided I'd fly myself to LA to do it in person. I have plenty of free Southwest flights, and they go right into Burbank, so why not avoid the anxiety of the remote and get to meet the guy for real?
So I flew out yesterday through Lost Wages and got to my airport hotel about 50 minutes before the show's driver showed up, giving me just enough time to steam the suit and iron the shirt. I wasn't feeling great, feeling a headcase coming on, so I played it very cool on the plane, just watching season 2 of "The Office" and chilling.
Once suited up and freshly minted, the drive into the KCET studio off Sunset was pretty cool: long drive past the sprawling Warner Brothers lot, turn at Forest Lawn, past the freeway exit to the Holllywood Bowl, a glimpse of Universal City in the distance, and then a long cruise on Sunset passing the famous Capitol Records building with distant views of the LA skyline.
Once into the studio (big complex, as they go), I am greeted by a show producer (nice lady) and taken into make-up, where I talk animation (careers WRT to my eldest) and face-painting (a hobby of mine that the artist also indulges in at the local LA children's hospital) and am feeling fairly relaxed, despite the oncoming illness (I just figure I need to keep my attitude and energy up to nail the segment). Smiley is doing a remote with Tom Ricks while I'm getting beautiful.
When the call comes, they walk me into the cavernous studio and he decides to go with the high chairs set instead of the more couch-like one, so we're set together fairly closely. As he tapes the intro to the show, he mentions his other guest (actor Timothy Hutton) and cites the 7 Deadly Sins WRT Great Powers. That makes me a little nervous, as I don't want to waste the 12 mins on that backward-looking topic of the first chapter.
So I get miked up and settle into the chair. He says he liked the book a lot and we agree it will be fun to do the radio too (tomorrow, between 11 and 12 EST; not sure if it's live or not, but it's on PRI; I'll be here in Indy at WFYI). Minor chit-chat of a couple of minutes. He asks his floor chief when the show will be aired (next Wednesday) and we're off and running in one take.
Tavis asks an open-ended question to begin, to the effect of "So just where are we in this post-Bush world?" and I am off and running with a fairly long answer. He indulges, and then follows up with two points based on my opening bit. Those two points generate enough back and forth to consume the 12 minutes.

I perform fairly well and an animated. As expected, Smiley engages back, so pretty easy to work through the minutes. I am almost completely unconscious of the setting, which is nice. I notice the monitor way in the distance, but I pretty much focus on him and ignore everything else. I engage in my usual tendency (see picture) to make my self smaller or shorter than the person I'm with. I'm not sure why I do that. I just know it comes instinctively, both when I interview and when I'm being interviewed. Being near-sick may have slumped me a bit too. Looking at the photo, I give off the air of a young Dick Cheney with the slumped shoulders, the no-neck look and the sly, near-grin. But that was me prior to taping. I get pretty animated when the camera is running.
Right after the taping ends, everybody in the studio seems pretty jacked. I get a lot of nice compliments from the crew on a good segment (both right there and later in chance meetings in the hall). Tavis has me sign his copy of the book and his guestbook and by the time I'm done he's out of tie and shaking my hand. On the way out I'm presented with the picture in a cardboard frame and a Tavis Smiley cup wrapped up in the cellophane decorative stuff. Very slick.
I have a nice conversation with the producer on the way out and while we wait for the car. On the way out we exchange pleasantries, almost in exact reverse, with all the crew that we met on the way in.
Bing bang bong and I'm back in the limo for the drive back to the hotel. I talk the driver into buying my book after he asks me questions about Bush's administration.
Back at the hotel I get some room service and suddenly feel completely exhausted. I realize that my adrenaline was holding off the infection and now I feel like crap. I end up nodding off at 8pm local and sleep ten hours before getting up for my flights home today. I feel pretty bad the whole way but have some meds waiting (my doc is very nice in helping me out as I travel so much), so I will have a couple of antibiotics in me before I drive off tomorrow morning to Indy to do the same drill with Tavis on his PRI radio show.
Was it worthwhile?
Yeah, definitely. Fun to meet him. Fun to blow in and out of LA for a TV taping. Beats the remote by a ways and I was going to be sick anyway (it started on Sunday). I mean, if you're going to write the book, you might as well do the associated stuff to the hilt, as afforded by the media's fickle attention. Smiley's interviews always impress me, because he prepares, so I was glad I took advantage.