An artist with a pizzeria
On a recent trip to a funeral in Birmingham, I caught this funny conversation between my kinfolk.
This should have been a simple story to tell but for some reason my audio files were not working and I had to work on this much harder than I wanted and so in the end I literally threw it all together because I have other things to do besides get my podcast out, lol. I did not even get a chance to listen back through it one time. However, the intention was to have long periods of pond sounds because I love stuff like that when I have my headphones on and I feel immersed in another place.
Our neighbor has a squeaky dryer that is driving us crazy
My friend Edy sent me a music track and I tell a story while playing the track. Correction from the story: When I said "cases" of cigarettes what I meant was "packs." We never bought cases but the proper word just did not come to me in the moment. This is a recurring problem with me. I stumble on the correct words to describe things how I see them in my head.
Just grabbed a voice memo from last April here. Seemed like a good memory. However, my daughter is 12 not 13 like I said in the audio. My kids are 12 and 15 not 13 and 15. I don't know what my problem was getting her age wrong like that.
Since my business burned down a year ago, I was making recordings but not podcasts.... Tonight I finally grabbed some old recordings and stitched them together for the Twitter fan who asked. Mostly my last year has been about my obsession with making tiles.
A personal story with a bit of philosophy thrown in. Music by my good friend Edy, thanks Edy
I named this one Anxiety then I wondered if I might have already named one that so I looked and yes, #38 was titled Anxiety so I'll call this one Anxiety2. I may have an Anxiety3 before my life is done.... In this episode I decide to let the episodes go longer than 15-20 minutes and not worry about that, and I talk (to myself) about my issues, about the summer, and about tire pressure.
I felt like making audio tonight so I collaged some audio of teaching my son to drive, my daughters band concert, an uber driver in new york in the summer of 2016, me rambling about tile making, and the best podcast moment of all time.... It's background sound while you do stuff sorta listening.
I go visit the kindergarten and first grade children. I spin a couple pizza doughs and talk about my job. Man, it's great to hear the kids going nuts in this one.
I return from Spring Break at the beach to go to work. I feel the heavy weight of my responsibilities and I gather sounds from work. I like restaurant sounds. I like the sound of the dishes, chopping vegetables, the kitchen banter, the customers.... So I play some sounds from work. I like simple things in life, but I feel the weight of adulthood because I have so many things I am juggling. This is a simple audio journal. It's what I set out to do from the beginning, record my moods and thoughts.
An unfortunate event at work led to a disagreement with some employees which made me really depressed and upset. I left town for a couple days to get over it. I made the recording here but almost decided against releasing it because it really doesn't say all it should and says a lot of things that are useless. The problem I had at work had nothing to do with illegal immigrants I only use this example to demonstrate the sort of divide we have in society and how no one seems able to accept the other side. I am usually so much more positive than my audio journals have shown lately. I am generally in a bad place lately because the fire really threw me for a loop and then on top of all the troubles that is causing me I am dealing with being made out to be the bad guy from a work situation where I am clearly NOT the bad guy. Telling the story of what happened would have made a much better story but I wasn't in a place where I could tell it over again and now I just want to move on and not make more audio or even think about this anymore if possible. Raw emotion and real life is sloppy, like this audio journal. 9 days after the initial event I am still in a slump from it. The fact that progress on my new building seems stalled is making matters worse.
This is the third time I am trying to upload this track. The last 2 times they had saved wrong and parts were missing. I don't understand how I can save them then go to upload and whole parts just gone? But it's probably because my mind is so scrambled. I hate to be so negative but this is an audio journal and I'm in a bad place. This would be a good therapy if I didn't keep going back into it looking for the lost audio.
My old friend Edy sends me some audio from China where he's been living for a while now.
There are 2 buildings on my restaurant property. Building A caught fire Feb 28, 2012. Building B caught fire Dec 5th, 2016. What a nightmare. SO hard to describe this event but here's what I got on the audio side. Music by Edy as always but these are tracks I already had. I want to move past this fire but I know it will take some time. I'm looking forward to 2017.
Lately I have been sending my audio to my friend Edy to play music for. I sent him Thanksgiving 2016 audio right after Thanksgiving and a few weeks later he says he thinks it's fine without added music. I feel relief and release the audio I had (adding a bit of Edy music in the beginning) and start working on something new. THEN Edy send me HIS re-editing of the original and I listen and find it to be SO much better than mine. I wonder if I should replace the original or release a second version of same audio story. I decide to release this "updated" version of the last episode. The Edy edit version. Thanks Edy (who likely will never see this thank you)
Just a few recordings from our Thanksgiving Family Reunion trip to Panama City, Florida.
I glue my daughters science fair board up while making a big mess. Meanwhile my main concern is that my wife is mad because Trump was elected president. Edy Sanchez makes a musical score as always, thanks Edy.
Apologize for the terrible sound quality in my car with iphone on dash... I didn't send this one to Edy for music because the audio was so bad and I already have some Edy music I can add and keep real low in the background. I wish I was better at telling my story, but I also know I wouldn't ever go to the trouble of re-telling it so.... I am posting this for the history of it. I'm embarrassed because I am so bad at trying to tell a serious story. I wish I had a few more episodes to post to bury this one. Just trying to get some audio memories down here.
So a couple things are happening. My ceiling fan is getting fixed by my electrician but more importantly I am experimenting with the telling of a simple story in conjunction with my friend Edy doing the music. I send him a track and he puts music on. Hopefully I can make a better audio story (without a vacuum going in background) very soon because Edy's music is great.... the best part of my podcasts. This podcast is a sequel to previous episode, Fan fixer.
I sent the audio to my friend Edy Sanchez and he made a soundtrack for it. In the past I just used music I had of his but now we are trying out this new collaboration. In this episode I am trying to fix a ceiling fan and feeling defeated.
After dinner Monday night my sister, mom, son and wife were hanging around the table and having fun. We were having so much fun I turned on to record a bit. This is the uncut version of our conversations. Later that night my mom sister and I watched the first presidential debates of 2016. My sister was in town a few days and flying back home the following day.
My wife and I went to Ireland a couple months ago and I made this short audio to remember it by.
After over 3 years of anticipation my new Tesla SUV finally arrives.
I dig up a "book" I wrote when I was 25 and read a few pages from it where I talk about my dad. Spoiler alert: I cry at the end.
I refer back to some older episodes and update on what's new: My mom's health, my love of cars, being thankful and stained glass windows. It's not a great episode, but it's all I got right now.
A recorded memory from Mother's Day 2015 when one of our cats was hit by a car.
I have a strange urge to make a podcast about my daughters recital. It's just so sweet and mundane.
I talk about more of the cars I've owned and get excited that Bob in Texas left me a good review on iTunes.
I'm getting a new car soon which made me think back on all the cars I've owned. But mostly I talk about one of my favorites, the '77 Honda Civic.
I am impressed and somewhat baffled by the door to door degreaser salespeople. Also want to thank Edy Sanchez for the music he provided.
My truck broke down in front of the cemetery. I decide to end the podcast with owl sounds.
I'm swamped this week so I just read an email that I wrote to my mom.
I am preparing my 7 listeners for the end of the podcast called Satchcast.
I get a little break from my regular stuff and get away to the beach. I talk about one of my dreams to make the ultimate raft.
Not feeling like doing a podcast, I do one anyway. Not much to say but somehow ended up with 15 minutes of my rambling.
I am worn out and don't have energy to make a podcast. I make a short one anyway.
I attempt to demonstrate how I ended up being genetically anxious by telling a story with my mom and aunt.
I am so wiped out I don't have time or energy to listen back and make final edits on this story. These recordings are from the most recent few days dealing with my mom after a major surgery.
My mom goes through a 15 hour surgery and this audio journal follows 3 days of that ordeal.
Here I play out the last of the stories from my Granny. Happy New Year.
Listening to the B side of the tape my Granny made, I learn something that disturbs me.
Just an afternoon of working on a stained glass window and talking about puzzles.
I start out with the idea of a light funny story but things take a turn.
I collage together stories, sounds, songs, salt and sugar.
Instead of skipping a week I put out a quick update and include a small story.