El Greco and I decided to do joint video blog post over coffee; picking the person to interview was done over beers in the outdoor section of Harrington's bar. One of us (can't remember who) said, "Let's talk to a mayoral candidate." So we began going down the list:
Grasshopper Kaplan: Bad Crazy
Quintin Mecke: ZZZZZZZZZZZ
George Davis (the naked guy): Oh, sweet tiny little baby Jesus, NO!
"Chicken" John Rinaldi: Perfect!
A few days later, el Greco had contacted Chicken John and we were meeting at Grant's Tobacconists on a Saturday at 10 a.m.. Here is the video:
SIDENOTE: El Greco insists on calling me the "producer" of the interview. Actually, I'm more like the scrawny rich kid you invite to play solely because he has a cool football. So, if "producer" means "girl with a camera, too much free time, and a basic understanding of iMovie," then yes, I am the producer. Bring me a bendy straw.
On my way to the smoke shop, I stopped for breakfast at 7-11 where I grabbed pizza-flavored Combos and Diet Mountain Dew. When Chicken John arrived, clad in a fabulous red seersucker jacket and his trademark hat, he immediately began lecturing me about my eating habits. After reading the nutritional information on the Combos bag, he actually said, "I think this may be the worst thing I have ever seen." Yes, but my Mountain Dew was diet, I helpfully reminded him.
As we prepared to film in the less-than-hospitable lighting at Grant's, I asked Chicken John to take off his hat. He refused, saying it was his "thing." Since I know better than to come between a man and his "thing," I let it go and started the camera rolling. All told, we filmed over 35 minutes of footage. Some things that ended up on the cutting room floor are: the origin of the name "Chicken" John (he ran away from a fight when he was little), Quintin Mecke (nice guy, but a "wuss"), and Ed Jew (innocent until proven guilty).
And, yes, that is me laughing in the background like an annoying Robin Quivers. In my defense, I may have still been a little drunk from the night before.
When the interview was over and we were saying our goodbyes, Chicken John looked at me with genuine concern and said, "Seriously, you should get yourself a sandwich or something."
Which got me thinking: Chicken John may be a bit kooky, but would Mistermayor actually care about the fat content of my breakfast?
I think not.
--Melissa