Why I Feel Partly Responsible For Trivett Wingo Leaving The Sword
Posted by Chris Harris on October 11, 2010 in Huh?, My Bad, News, Sarcasm, Shamelessness
So, a good friend of mine who works in the media business — as I was writing up the last post about The Sword’s Trivett Wingo jumping ship, forcing the band to cancel all of its future touring plans — forwarded me the press release officially announcing Wingo’s departure, with a note: “Maybe you pushed him over the edge?”A month or so ago, miffed that The Sword hadn’t linked to my interview with Wingo on their Facebook and MySpace pages, I threatened to put up a story that Trivett told me about Phil Anselmo — on the fucking record, no matter what he tells you — if The Sword didn’t come through with the linkage in a week’s time. A week came, and I posted that shit. Read it here, because the story is hilarious and there’s no fucking reason why Phil should be pissed or why Trivett should’ve been ticked, but he was.
About a week after the Anselmo story went live, he emailed me: I should’ve seen the signs.
In the email, he blasted me left, right, up, down, and in the pooper. “I get the impression that you see the people you write about as things without feelings. You decided for instance to repost the article to get some kind of revenge on me when I didn’t even know you were trying to reach out to me. Did it ever occur to you to use my phone number?”
I don’t call people even if I do have their number, because I’m not a starfucker who thinks he can do anything without going through a publicist first. Which I did, FYI. Not the right one, but one of your publicists. He basically told me in the email that he was using the story to explain “why you had to be careful what you told the press (that’s the real irony),” and that he told me the story because I made myself out to be his bud on the phone. All I fucking did was mention how I helped get him the first bit of NATIONAL FUCKING PRESS they ever received (while I was at MTV News) because I was doing a favor for my real buddy, who was the band’s publicist in the early days. I told him how I spent an entire fucking Saturday of mine in Brooklyn, waiting for them to fucking show up for their video shoot, and how I froze my goddamn ass off all fucking day with my boy Monty. I wasn’t trying to make myself out to be anything other than a journalist and if you wanna go off the record, you fucking tell me.
Trivett told me the bridge was burned, he hoped I “reconsider how you treat people (as people and not as pure objects of entertainment) in the future, learn to have some respect for confidentiality once you have presented yourself as a ‘friend’ and maybe in the process save your career.” He wished me well as I tried to get my “footing.”
Dude…I’ve been doing this shit a lot longer than you have. And now, I am still doing it longer than you had. I don’t wish you any ill will, Trivett. In fact, I think you made the right choice. I just hope I didn’t contribute at all to your decision to leave The Sword. Dealing with journalists sucks. But I meant nothing by it, dude. Just trying to make a name for myself in this overly competitive world of online metal blogging and I tried to use the right channels. I wonder what you’re going to do now.

