Henry Rollins

Talking with Henry Rollins was an interesting experience from start to finish.

I’d always admired his work and his outspoken crazy wisdom (I’ve even used several of his videos from The Big Think in my senior English class as inspiration during the week before graduation), and it was July when I saw on Facebook that he’d be appearing at the Mark Twain House in September. After a short time and a quick Google search, I found an address and sent a quick email to request a phone interview. To my surprise, I received a response the same afternoon.

July 23, 10am. It was set. It was That easy.

The only problem was finding a way to tap the phone line and get a good recording of it (we just love music – some of us are still working out this technology thing). A few Google searches later (how ’bout Google, eh?), we bought the JK Audio phone tap, plugged it in, and it worked like a charm.

So, I wrote some questions, asked some advice, set up some time at The Coffeehouse Studios with Mike Arafeh, psyched myself up, and went for it.

I felt like he was cautious right out of the gate, but the conversation warmed up nicely, and I had a good time. I like Henry Rollins. He’s a good human, and a thought-provoking conversationalist.

Live, Henry Rollins is a teacher, a philosopher, and a clown. Energetic, funny, and deep, he is an absolutely committed storyteller and performer. He started perfectly on time and consistently delivered for three hours without a break. After the show, Henry Rollins was friendly and soft spoken, and (understandably) seemed somewhat older and tired. I put my hand on his shoulder for a photo opp, and his muscle tone was distinct but weedy. Reedy. Wire-y. I’m not sure I know an proper adjective to accurately describe the frail strength, the spent energy, the dénouement. He’s like Popeye – a perfectly badass old man.

In short: I was really glad to attend this show and meet and talk with Henry Rollins.