This is me ready to record! Record what? Well a new podcast, of course.

This may come as a shock, but I really enjoy writing. I know, I know, that’s a surprise – sorry to spring it on you like that. Writing, of course, takes time, but so does reading. And we all have super busy schedules with kids, and pets, and work, and sending the kids and pets to work (that’s a thing now, right?) and it’s often the case that we lack the time to sit down and read things we legitimately intend to read – I just have to look at the ever-growing stack of magazines I’ve been meaning to get to for proof of that.

But by virtue of the fact that you’re here you may have an interest in reading what I’m writing on a now-regular basis. To that end, I’m going to start a podcast where I read these posts – probably these selfie posts and definitely the stories – each week. If you’re new to listening to podcasts, I can help. But if you’ve got a laundry list of podcasts you subscribe to and listen to on the regular, I hope you’ll consider adding mine to your list.

This isn’t my first foray into podcasting, but it’s the first time I’ve done any recording in quite some time. Get in the time machine, and set the dials back to 2006: my best friends Mark and Owen had scattered with their families to disparate parts of California and we looked for a way to get together and talk about common interests, if only virtually. From that idea we started “Three Guys, Twelve Songs”. I don’t know if any of those episodes are floating around the internet (nothing truly dies on the internet, right?), but I don’t have an active link for them. It’s been some time since I’ve listened to an episode, but I remember them as roundtable-style, rambling discourses on each of our four songs we brought to the table. We’ve always had different tastes in music, but they all had some intersections and it was fun to touch base with the guys and see if what was tickling my fancy found any purchase for them. While finding songs and things to say about them never seemed an issue, setting a time that worked for all three of us to meet up was never simple, it got progressively more difficult with the demands of family and work and the podcast eventually fell into a permanent hiatus – the term nowadays is “podfade”.

Somewhere in the middle of that run, Anna and I started up a much sillier podcast of the same genre. It was called “Mousse and Sqrrrl” (the three “r”s was important). Listening back to those absolutely feels like a view into a long ago time. There’s a lot tied up in just about everything we did back in those days and I’m not ready to try to sort it all out here, but suffice it to say I look back on those podcasts with fondness while also cringing. A different life. A different life.

But my microphones have been largely dormant since then – geez, it’s been at least six years, maybe more? But it’s like the great sage Dr. Dre said, “Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain’t got none / What you think I sold ’em all?”. Over the weekend, I dug out a mic and an XLR cable, updated my drivers, dusted off my copy of Cubase, and… realized how much I’ve forgotten.

Isn’t that the way? Sure, there’s a particular skill you were good at. Recording, or maybe throwing a perfect spiral, or pulling a wicked ollie – whatever it is, you try to go back and… that cruel beast, Time, serves to make us remember we were once really good at something even though we’ve lost the memory (muscle memory, gray matter, or a combination of both) and we realize we’re a parody of our former selves. We intend to go through perfect routes, or drop into a half-pipe, or whatnot, but could we now? Really?

I’ve been meaning to record a podcast for the last couple years – it’ll be music, sure, but just me (for now). I’ve got the idea, the URL, the material… I just didn’t want to see how much I’d forgotten. And that fear kept me from even getting as far as I did this weekend. Part of my brain lamented that if it’s not fantastic, don’t do it. And, yes, I’ve read the articles about how “Perfect is the Enemy of Good”. Or more specifically, the “Nirvana Fallacy” where you know the actual thing will fall short of the idealized, so why bother? That’s where I’ve languished.

But Saturday night while Fern sat in the other room watching anime, I closed the door to the tiny office, cued up one of my stories, hit record, and I started to read… And then I stopped – it was a proof of concept thing. But it worked! It was my voice. I was reading my words that I’ve grown pretty proud of. I took a step beyond the idealized, and I’m going to keep walking.

To that end, let me tell you what you’re not going to get: you’re not going to get perfectly produced content that sounds like Ira Glass. You’re probably not going to get melodic interludes that sonically illustrate breaks in the text, nor are you going to get memorable lead-in and lead-out music. You’re not going to get well-executed gating effects that make my echo-y office sound more like a recording booth. And though I feel better I still sound a little nasal-y, so you’re not even going to get Jordy sounding at his finest.

But you’re going to get something.

And something is better than nothing!