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How Did the Entitled Dickheads End Up Ruining the Podcasting World for Everyone Else?

I’ve been producing a podcast for a first-time podcaster. Let’s call him “Jim.” Jim isn’t much of a talker, though to give him at least some credit, he does do some prep work and puts a little work in, so that automatically puts him in a slightly higher tier than others I’ve worked with. Still, Jim is awkward on his best day and makes it all too obvious that he’s either reading a script or has zero knowledge about whatever topic he’s discussing, or worse, both. And while it’s possible that Jim could improve someday, it’s highly unlikely, because Jim doesn’t listen to people with experience, instead he listens to his friends, or at least those around him that’ll tell him what he wants to hear versus those that give him honest constructive feedback – in other words, people like me.

Jim is now a dozen or so episodes into his podcast, a podcast that I’ve been paid to assist him with. To be clear, I’m not being paid by Jim himself, but rather someone else who has decided that Jim needs something to do outside his wheelhouse. Another task to make his wage worthwhile. And somewhere along the way, Jim mistook this new task for his boss’s confidence in him and his podcasting abilities. In fact, so mistaken is Jim, that he’s developed an unhealthy bit of ego in only a few short weeks.

When people email questions about the podcast, Jim defers to me. Be it technical, analytical or logistical, Jim has now decided that he is the talent and cannot be bothered by such things and therefore these questions must of course be answered by me. Jim, you see, has garnered some 129 listeners over the past 3 weeks. I’m sure Wondery is looking to get ahold of him before Spotify lands him with a multi-million-dollar contract. He’s fucking global, man – a mega-talent. And a mega-talent can’t be pestered with anything but the performance.

Full disclosure: I’m being paid to record, edit, produce, and publish the podcast. I’m not being paid to acquire his guests, communicate with said guests, deal with press people (as if), or really even read a single email about the damn thing at all.

“DON’T BOTHER ME WITH THE DETAILS!” – Jim, probably.

What confuses me is this: Jim is far from the first person I’ve run into that has let minimal (and I can’t stress this enough, we’re talking EXTREMELY MINIMAL) success go to his head and turn into a fucking egocentric prick almost overnight. Podcasting in particular seems to be a breeding ground for self-inflated superegos and all of these years later I’m still stumped as to why.

There seems to be little rhyme or reason as to who’s head will swell versus who’s won’t. That said, Boomers and Gen-X seem to have the worst time with it, while Millennials and Gen-Z less so. I think this may have something to do with the fact that the younger demographics don’t really need much in the way of technical assistance and have a more realistic view of what success really looks like in the world of digital content. 129 listeners ain’t shit, in other words, so get over yourself, Jim. But seriously, I have to think that some 9 out of every 10 Boomers or Gen-X podcasters that I’ve worked with over the years have developed uncontrollable and yet horrifically unfounded egos – sometimes overnight.

Consider this woman that I used to produce a podcast for. Let’s call her Darla. Darla was on the radio once or twice over a decade earlier. In that time, Darla accrued a fanbase of like 6 people. Those 6 people made every effort to make sure that Darla never felt underappreciated across whatever social channels were around at the time. Once Darla started podcasting, they made the jump and let her know how much they loved her. Constantly. Darla stopped at nothing to remind us all how her adoring fans needed to hear her and any delays in getting her episodes out would likely result in violent protest, or at least some sternly worded tweets and emails.

We’re talking about 6 people here. Six. Literally. Who the fuck cares?

With all due respect to Darla and her fan club, six listeners won’t pay the rent. Six listeners won’t even pay for a single day of highspeed broadband internet. Six listeners are 123 listeners short of Jim’s 129 listeners and even that guy needs to check his ego shit at the door, lest I slap the Hollywood right out of him.

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Depeche Mode – Moda Center – Portland, Oregon

I first saw Depeche Mode WAY back in 1988 on the Music for the Masses tour. They were my favorite band at the time but if you asked me back then I would’ve given them a solid 7.5/10. Depeche Mode in 2023 is probably the best arena act in the world, at least in my opinion. Blown. The. Fuck. Away.

40+ years into their career they’re still the most underrated band I can think of.

$17.50?! I think I paid nearly 10x that to sit in the nosebleed section in 2023 but it would’ve been worth it at triple the price.
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Retail Urban Decay

WTF is Wrong with the People That Line Up at Costco?

According to their website, you can shop at Costco anytime between the hours of 10AM and 8:30PM on weekdays, and nearly as long on weekends. If you paid for the membership, and they’re open, you can shop there. No one is going to stop you. The creators of the fabulous Kirkland Signature Brand of consumer goods will welcome you, in fact.

So why do these dense motherfuckers all start queuing up at 9AM on a goddamn weekday?

I mean, I get it. Thanksgiving is two days away as I write this and these people probably waited until the last minute to do their stupid last minute Thanksgiving Day shopping, but still, DO THEY NOT HAVE JOBS?

These creeps are out of control. They’re bashing carts into one another, scrambling to get through the door and show their Membership Card to the clerk FIRST – as though you get some kind of prize for being the first asshole into the store? When there’s this many assholes shopping at Costco, ain’t no one getting in and out quickly.

Just look at these sorry fuckers. Like the End Times are near and they’ll parish if they don’t get a 5 gallon tub of Kirkland Premium Peanut Butter Pretzel snacks RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

Personally, my favorite things to do at Costco are:

a) get there early

b) proceed to take my sweet ass time walking down each and every aisle because I ain’t got nowhere else I need to be

Losers. It’s not even Black Friday yet.

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Music

Smashing Pumpkins w/ Stone Temple Pilots – Hayden Homes Ampitheater – Bend, Oregon

Or, how I stopped being such a snob and learned to love a pair of bands I gave no thought to back in the day.

Stone Temple Pilots

Smashing Pumpkins

Truly an All-Time Top 10 Concert contender if ever there was one.

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Music

The Very Unexpectedly Musical Month of July

A funny thing happened on my way to a midlife crisis. Rather than buying a sportscar that I couldn’t drive anyway (between you and me, I haven’t had a valid license since 1999), instead, I bought a turntable – and it has completely changed my life for the better.

Some background: I got my first turntable when I was 9 years old and was hooked. My first albums were a bunch of those shitty K-Tel “Solid Gold” type compilations, and Bee Gees Greatest – I’ll make no apologies for the latter, the Brothers Gibb are gods. Anyway, from age 9 to around sometime in my thirties, I ate, slept, drank, and injected music of all forms. If I wasn’t listening to it or collecting it, I was playing it. Music was pretty much all I thought about and served as a soundtrack to what I look back on as a damn interesting life, up until about a decade ago when I became a dad.

This is my first turntable, made by Lloyd’s – it was crap, but it was mine. After it performed its music-playing duties it was converted into a gerbil exerciser for my little sister’s pet rodent.

Now, I’m not about to blame fatherhood on my separation from music; no, I blame that on conforming to the everyday needs of a soulless job that has always promised an outlet for my creativity and then wildly underdelivered – for about 11 or 12 years now. In other words, I blame myself because I played it safe and kept the job, knowing full well it was destroying me with tedium and boredom in equal measure. I became abrasive, mean, and any number of other undesirable adjectives. I’ll own that. I won’t bore you (or me) with the details but suffice it to say that once music (and most other art) left my life, so did my spirit. I turned to other vices and pastimes to fill the void, but none of them did the trick.

Fast forward (or is it rewind?) to early last month when I purchased a turntable on a whim. It started with a couple of records and then turned into an obsession, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier.

Music is back in its proper place, front and center in my life.

Music is an activity – listening to vinyl is a physical act that removes the screens, requires me to get up and walk across the room and make a commitment to listening to something for at least a 22-minute stretch.

Music is prompting discussion between myself, my family, and my friends (online and off) that I haven’t experienced in ages.

Music is exciting, and not just in an “I wonder what Amazon will deliver today” sort of way. It makes me downright giddy to revisit long-forgotten artists or discover new music that I didn’t even know existed.

Music is inspiring. I’ve been more interested in picking up the guitar or the bass or the synths in this past month than in the past half-decade combined.

And to think that the catalyst for all of this was a simple marketing email from Best Buy. Weird.

Anyway, I’m going to go listen to Dead Man’s Pop by The Replacements. If you haven’t heard it, I highly recommend it. They revisited an old album and rereleased it in its intended form vs the overly polished version that was officially put out way back in 1989. The difference is night and day.

I take full responsibility for this.
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Travel

Multnomah Falls

Still one of my favorite places to visit in the entire region.

Shot on both an iPhone 14 Pro and a Canon EOS M50 with a pair of overpriced lenses that I’m far too amateur to properly appreciate. 😉

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Random

RIP Twitter Account

According to Twitter, I joined in February 2009. That’s a little over 14 years of my life that I’ve been contributing to that thing, during which time I posted some 122.9K tweets – yes, you read that correctly.

But it was time.

Goodbye Elon, you shit stain.

If you need me (and why would you?) you can find me over on Threads.

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Music

I Bought a Turntable and Now It’s Like I’m a Teenager Again

After resisting temptation for a number of years, my resurgence of interest in music saw me pick up a turntable last weekend and I couldn’t be happier – though my wallet might disagree.

Secondary achievement unlocked: picking up the entire Love and Rockets catalog and every New Order vinyl box set on the market.

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The Low-Self Esteem of the Modern Super-Ego

“Do you know who I am?”

What a strange and wonderous question. Do I know who you are? Should I? Would it bother you if I did not? Has it ever occurred to you that if you must ask that question, chances are quite good that no, I do not know who you are? It’s rather like that adage that if you must inquire about the price, you probably can’t afford it. Same insult; (mostly) different application.

In this instance though, you’re using social standing vs. economic standing to emphasize your pretend importance. That importance only exists in your own small mind, of course, where certainly everyone must know who you are, right? After all, you’ve spent hours, days, even months, peacocking in front of those you’ve placed below you on the social ladder, meticulously cultivating your outward image as the Grand Pooh-Bah of your very own Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes – an organization of zero real-world worth but exalted in confines of your own mind.

How sad I must be then, not only to be ignorant of your supposed standing, but resilient to your self-serving charms and content in my own life, which has been quite happy and successful despite having no idea who you are. Yes, in your mind I am but a pathetic plebian, unwise to your greatness and glory – I mean, I must be, for I have no idea who you are.

But who are you really?

To me, you would appear to be nothing more than a large, bipedal bag of wind! Barely more than a sack full of plastic-wrapped dog excrement that one would find in any common park. A waste both in love and in life, and wholly incapable of having relationships that aren’t purely transactional. Oh sure, you’re married and even have a child or two, but they serve you like subjects in the world’s tiniest little castle, built for its tiniest of kings, or at least in your mind they do. You’ve bought and paid for them all, sent them to fine colleges, only to see them struggle, repeatedly, at life’s most basic tasks. They did not, after all, have a father to love and teach them, but rather a Lord to rule over them, doling out praise when their accomplishments reflected well on you, and causing you grief and anger when they suffered more, er, “human” problems.

Why else would you spend hours in the sterile beige stall of a public restroom, weeping into your hands, your sorrow sounding more like a dying aquatic mammal than a man? What sort of Lord does such a thing, if not the sort that grants himself his title versus earning it? The sort that truly never lives up to the role of father, husband, or man. The sort whose ego is more inflated with each passing year as he struggles aimlessly to regain the respect that he fooled himself into believing he once had at all.

You’re no Lord. You’re no hero. You’re no man. Certainly not by any traditional or even modern meanings of any of those words.

You’re only you. And you will die alone, already forgotten because no one knew or cared who you were to begin with. Your friends and family only a trail of transactions along the way.

I am nobody and I know who you are. I am nobody and I laugh at your question. And that is what hurts you the most.

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Music

Love and Rockets – Moore Theater – Seattle, Washington

May 28, 2023, marks the third time I’ve seen Love and Rockets live. I bought tickets to Bauhaus last year but had to travel for business shortly before they aborted the whole tour anyway. It’s just as well. I was always 100x the Love and Rockets fan than I ever was a Bauhaus fan.

As expected, they were nothing short of amazing. Still one of my favorite bands, live or recorded, after all these years.

Based on some quick research, it would appear that the other two times I saw Love and Rockets were:

  • December 11, 1987, at the Paramount Theater w/Jane’s Addiction
  • June 12, 1989, at the Seattle Center Arena w/The Godfathers
No, this is not my actual ticket.

Pro-tip: If you can find it, get yourself a copy of “Lift,” their final album. It was released in 1998 and is still probably ahead of its time. It’s not available on Apple Music, Spotify, etc. for whatever reason, but Amazon usually has CDs of it for relatively cheap. It’s worth every penny.