I’ll be honest. I’m a little nervous. I had no clue (why? because I am ridiculously naive and don’t have the time to think even a week ahead) that our podcast would get covered by the NY Times, the Washingtonian, the Rolling Stone, PBS Newshour, Huffington Post, People, Vanity Fair…and the list goes on. Considering the success of Serial, I certainly should have anticipated it, but not thinking this venture will be at all comparable, I kind of didn’t.
And to be clear as glass, really clear glass all cleaned up with Windex and baby spit, we are not even in the same universe as Sarah and the Serial team.
When Serial ended the brilliantly strategic Shahed Amanullah sat me down and tried to convince to start a podcast to keep the new information about the case coming. I threw my head back and laughed in the evil way I do. I said no. That makes no sense. I would NEVER do that. Like EVER. That’s what blogs are for, so people can read up dammit. I do not podcast, Shahed!
Keep that crown of shame handy for me, Shahed. I now podcast.
Dennis, who’s been volunteering as a Trustee and in lots and lots of other ways, brought it up a few weeks ago. This time, I listened. I thought, no sweat, we got this. How HARD could it possibly be? I’ve listened to two whole podcasts! I can talk, lots!
First came the name. I fought to call it “Shut Up and Let Me Talk*” but was voted down. Susan, clearly more mature and less self-indulgent than me, nailed the name. Then came the logistics and production. I barely knew how to work a headset last week. I had to repress the urge to interrupt Susan and Colin with a “eureka!” or “DUN DUN DUN!” every few minutes. I am realizing how weird and dry and manly my voice is. That’s not static dear editor, that’s just my full throaty-ness. Fun times!
Head-first into the foray we go though. For better or worse. In sickness or health. Dammit, we are going to podcast our butts off. We will be as good as first-timers can be (keep that bar low Charlie), this I vow! It may not be pretty, but we will GIVE YOU LOTS OF INFORMATION.
Gobble it up. Get down and dirty with it. Take notes. Make a crazy-ass board with string and pushpins all over it. Join us in the weeds. More specifically into the weedy vaults that are the minds of Susan Simpson and Colin Miller.
Which takes me to some important information, a PSA if you will:
Susan is not getting paid for this. Colin is not getting paid for this. I am not getting paid for this. The musician/photographer is not getting paid for this. The editor is not getting paid for this. We are all volunteer. The Trust is covering minor technical costs. And that’s about it.
I will not sleep tonight.
Do you want to hear a little bit? You can do so on our website here.
*I’m lying. I didn’t fight to call it that. I was rooting for “I Will Pay You Three Dollars To Listen, Mom”.