WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME

For five weeks now, I record underscoring on Sunday afternoons. The guitars are all out, a bouquet of wood and strings and empty cases spread across the living room. Mic cables are underfoot. A glass of whiskey stands, the ice long melted. And then when everyone has gone to sleep, I sit in my favorite chair at a tiny white table and record narration for the next episode. I try to follow my notes. I want to touch on the people, and the life moments as much as the story behind each song that became my album. 

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, scratching down a detail to include. 

A little crack in the wall to explore. 

It was so strange at first, sitting alone in a room talking to people that were not there. But now, I see them all. This podcast is not a message in a bottle that I toss wildly into the ocean, with no idea who will find it. I know it is being heard and that brings me great comfort. 

Someone I respect a great deal threw down a gauntlet to all of his listeners. He said we all should be making podcasts. Not because we want to talk, or extend our ego, or to blather about our opinions. NO. Instead, we need to offer perspectives. This may sound like splitting hairs but the difference is massive. I realized halfway into the second episode that podcasts are just an extension of our oral traditions. The technology may fool us into thinking we are doing something else, but when it comes right down to it - we just want to connect, to share the stories that shaped us, stories of friends we have lost, of our mis-steps, the minor triumphs and everything in-between. 

Here is where you can find me.

songbirdpodcast.com