I’ve never listened to a podcast in my life. I very seldom bother with YouTube vids either, unless I’m searching for something specific to post here like a music vid or something. Most of the time, when someone suggests I watch this or that video or listen to this or that podcast, I just agree that it sounds great, thank them, and then get busy forgetting all about the whole thing. I have no idea why I’m so resistant to ’em, but…well, there it is.
But I had a conversation the other evening with an old and dear friend of mine, a radio DJ from around these parts now living in Florida. He’s a CF long-timer, and he was very insistent that I should consider doing a podcast myself. I barely have time to even blog these days, spending just about all my waking hours either minding the young ‘un or struggling to keep my head above water via Ubering. So I was, shall we say, blase about the notion throughout.
Right up until he told me that a major radio conglomerate with whom he has a close professional association has gotten behind podcasts in a big way, and that he could easily hook me up with them for distribution purposes. They pay fairly handsomely for this stuff, he says, which I find difficult to even comprehend.
So, not being in a position to be looking any gift horses in the mouth, I confess I’m mulling it over somewhat seriously. First step, I guess, would be to start sampling what’s out there so I know what the hell anybody even does on the damned things. I mean, I can guess easily enough what podcasts are generally like, or so I think. But hey, I could be all wet, right? Could be this new expressive frontier harbors exciting and inspiring possibilities I can’t begin to imagine, and I’m only depriving myself of great satisfaction by abstaining. Could be I need to get hip and dip a toe in to see what’s shakin’.
Then again, a certain startup investment would be required, which for me right now amounts to a serious obstacle—a near-insurmountable one, honestly. Then again again: dude, BIG RADIO BUCKS. For doing nothing more than running my damned mouth about whatever I might feel like yapping about. Those who know me well, be they podcast fans or no, would surely wonder what the hell took me so long. After all, I’ve been giving it away for free all these years, to their annoyance and/or exhaustion sometimes.
Then there’s the stubborn fact that the last time this DJ friend of mine tried to coax me into the talk-for-pay business—a smallish and occasional gig at the station he worked at here (WRFX, for you locals) that could have maybe led to bigger-and-better—I poohed-poohed it out of hand. My main objection to trying it out back then was my hellishly hayseed accent, thick enough to cut with a knife and splash Texas Pete on. I’m not in the least self-conscious about that, mind. I’ve been on radio and TV plenty over the years, though, so I know what I sound like on the air. I assure you: if you ain’t from around these parts yourself, it ain’t pretty. I can’t imagine anybody subjecting themselves to such a thing on purpose.
All the same, I’ve admittedly looked back on that choice now and then with some regret. It was a missed opportunity for sure; even if it had led nowhere at all, it would have been a fun ride anyway, and I really should’ve taken him up on it. Moreover, I’ve always hated the sound of my singing voice on our records too, but it never stopped me from making more of ’em every chance I got, and selling ’em to the general public too. Clearly, then, my discomfort with my own personal vocal stylings is a good bit less than crippling, and can be overcome if necessary.
All of which is to say that, well, I’m torn here. Which is where y’all come in: any interest at all out there in listening to a longwinded, opinionated old blowhard prattle on in a hick drawl about current events, music, motorcycles, hot rods, and who knows what the hell else? Or is just reading my nonsense here quite enough to put up with all by itself, thanksverymuch?
Zman, who as you all know I respect and admire a great deal, sure seems to enjoy doing the things. It’s my understanding he was pretty much dragged kicking and screaming into it, then wound up being surprised by how enjoyable he found it. Maybe it could work out that way for me too. Lord knows I can use all the enjoyment I can find in life these days. We all can.
So feel free to let me know what you think about the idea, folks—pro, con, or indifferent—via comment or email. Any related suggestions or advice would be welcome as well. If there’s enough interest, I’ll maybe look into the expense involved and then just take it from there. Who knows, your input might end up convincing an old dog to learn a new trick.