David: Podcasts and Me
When I was a very small boy, somewhere around age 4 or 5, I had a Fisher Price tape recorder. It went with me everywhere. I interviewed my grandparents (as well as 5 year old can). I recorded myself talking about nothing. I recorded my friends talking about nothing. I recorded my Fisher Price record player playing my Masters of the Universe LP.
Point is, I recorded a lot of stuff.
When I got older I made a friend who also had a tendency to record things. We started recording what you might call "skits" but what was really just improvised nonsense. We'd record running commentary of ourselves playing Contra. We'd pull out a Casio keyboard and do a mock news program. All of our other weirdo friends (Brandon included) would get pulled in as well.
I got older still. My parents got a video camera. I swiped it from time to time and we'd record even more complex bits. Some of it was so nonsensical you'd almost consider it avant-garde (I insist it was nonsense) but it made us laugh.
We'd edit clips of movies together with a stacked set of VCRs and talk our high school drama teacher into letting us show them in class. My favorite moment from this is when we made a
2 minute trailer for the movie "Hard Target" into a 10 minute segment, complete with a 3 minute sequence of a voice over announcing "Hard Target" and then an image of a shotgun shell being ejected. To this day the phrase, "How does it feel to be hunted?" forces me to laughter.
We got older, we moved on. In college I met a couple of fellow odd ducks, and we played with the idea of movies for a bit. I still regret that we didn't take it further, but the timing was just off.
I tell you all of that, because every time I play an episode of Smodcast, The Nerdist Podcast, The Pod F. Tompkast, or Tell 'em Steve Dave, I realize that we had the seeds of the future in our hands way back in 1989, and we blew it. Granted, the distribution model didn't exist then, but the spirit was the same.
Where's all of this going? I don't know. What I do know is that there is a creative monster inside of me that is no longer satisfied with only writing. Right now I'm a Laurel without a Hardy, a Fry without a Laurie.
Where the fuck
are you?
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