After hearing the train wreck of an interview with Katie Couric, who lobs questions in there with less oomph than Jamie Moyer in spring training, I can only say that whoever's putting together this poor kid's media strategy has less of a clue than Colonel Mustard with a 40 of Olde English 800 in the shed by the pool.
Right now, America wants to dissect this kid and his weird story that keeps getting weirder. There is nothing he could say that would not be analyzed, overanalyzed, and misanalysed, so the smart thing to do is to say nothing. The smart thing to do is definitely not to hand over recorded cell phone calls from one's mythical girlfriend, so they can be used to bludgeon you during an interview.
My father taught me this: the first rule of standing in a hole is stop digging.