What me, Podcast?

Um. Well, not quite. Sorta. See, I was asked to do a show for Indiefeed’s Electronica channel. So I started, and then my home computer crapped out on me. I eventually got it up and running, and so I managed to put together a couple of feeds. This took me all night, and I’d been drinking a fair amount of rum and peach (put a wedge of peach, well-scored, into a glass of rum). Fortunately I was wise enough to not immediately send the results to the guy who runs Indiefeed, because when I listened to it the next day I realized I sounded like total ass.

I had gotten a good grip on the mechanics of recording the thing, though, and I was down with the time-shifting multiple tracks and noise removal and all that shit. So I tried again last night, when I was mostly sober, and got a much more pleasing result. I emailed the link to Indiefeed and the guy liked it! So it looks like I’m going to be on the feed! Go me!

So does this mean I’m going to start podcasting? Probably not. Although I did come up with an interesting idea while I was pooing today. I think it would be neat to make a habit of recording a show every day on my drive home. I figure, what with all the spacing out I do when I’m weaving through traffic at 135 kph, I do a lot of brainstorming and come up with a lot of neat ideas. Usually those ideas just come out in the form of me talking to myself for as long as it takes me to drive home, but what if I could inflict that rambling on others? Wouldn’t that be cool? Plus I get to have additional distractions, what with the talking and making sure my mic is okay.

This idea has much merit. I think I just like the idea of a podcast punctuated with “Aaagh! You ASSHOLE! Learn to fucking DRIVE!“