The kind folks behind The Longshot Podcast (Sean Conroy, Eddie Pepitone, Jamie Flam and Amber Kenny) invited me over for a recording session the other day, and I had a great time. You can listen to the show here. I'd like to imagine that me complaining about pupuserias was the highlight, but it was actually Eddie talking about calling phone sex lines while subletting. Sean, by the way, will be joining his Asssscat colleagues at MaxFunCon 2011.
This week I visited one of my favorite podcasts, Sklarbro Country. It was my second appearance as the Sklars' Fantasy Analyst. Since the major sports networks have pretty much cornered the market on fantasy baseball, football and basketball analysis, we venture a little further afield. This time around, it was fantasy antiques.
Our thanks to Elianna Lev, who wrote this lovely little piece about the international partnership between MaxFun and Stop Podcasting Yourself. It ran in the Canadian Press, which is like the AP for Canada.
One note: when I said "humour," I spelled it without a "u."
The great indie record store Amoeba, which was outlets in the Bay Area and here in LA, has a video series called "What's In Your Bag?" Various high-cred bands go shopping at Amoeba and talk about why they picked what they pick.
In the episode above, sent to me by listener Paul, the Texas punk band The Riverboat Gamblers discuss their picks - among them Jimmy Cliff and No Age. One of the guys in the band picked out Killer Mike's debut LP, and much to my surprise, he said his inspiration was hearing Mike on his "favorite show," The Sound of Young America!
Thanks, guy from Riverboat Gamblers! That's nice of you!
(PS: I recommend Mike's two indie LPs, I Pledge Allegiance to the Grind volumes 1 & 2, over his debut, which has some great tracks but is a bit hit-and-miss.)
I was immensely gratified to see that McKibben included The Sound in his rundown of "Broadcasts Worth Listening To." It's an immense honor to be alongside folks like Ira and Jad. The whole list is worth checking out - almost every show is one I love, like To The Best of Our Knowledge and Q.
Carolyn Kellog of the LA Times was kind enough to come by the Literary Death Match show I was part of here in Los Angeles the other night. The experience of arbitrarily judging literary readings before a crowd of drunk 20- and 30-somethings was new, but it felt as familiar as an old pair of shoes. Or an old, well-worn metaphor.