Thursday, April 30

Losing Our Minds In The Desert

 
My friend Titus loved the whole podcasting thing.

Over the last several months before his death, he kept brainstorming ideas to improve our podcast, both in terms of equipment and in overall quality. The gear I've always used to record our conversations was antiquated from the beginning, and never designed for this specific purpose. It was all just thrown together on a whim, so I never gave a great deal of thought to the audio quality or other details. I did my best with what I had, but I never actually purchased any equipment or software specifically for podcasting.

Titus wanted to change all of that. Real microphones and an audio mixer were on his to-do list, as well as a sort of actual structure to the podcasts, themselves. Instead of simply recording a conversation without any specific agenda and just seeing where things took us, we were going to start talking about specific topics. Like all of those real podcasts out there. Current events and the like.

Titus liked podcasts. He liked listening to our stuff, and he loved being a part of it. He knew nobody listened to the damned things, but that didn't matter. He was optimistic. He figured if we kept plugging away at it, eventually somebody might start tuning in. And if nobody ever did listen, we'd still keep doing them, because why not?

At the very least, it was an excuse to hang out on a regular basis and converse for extended periods of time, which was something we both really enjoyed.

We never got the chance to procure any spiffy new equipment, and the "structure" wasn't quite there yet when he died, but the podcast is still here. Lies My Podcast Told Me is still here. There's enough material on my hard drive to keep things going for a while, and Titus always wanted to reach 100 episodes, so that's exactly what's going to happen.

Introducing the 84th installment of our long-running and long suffering podcast, entitled Burning Burlesque Babies, Vol. 37. Discussions include: nostalgia, the magic of childhood, the magic of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark and her bountiful... talents, burlesque, museums, burlesque museums, racism, and time travel. It's a thing that's happening, so just accept it.

Chapter 84: Burning Burlesque Babies, Vol. 37



TOM WAITS FOR NO MAN!

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