THE FEED
Me, on the The G-SpotLOS ANGELES 13 December 2009 |
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Here’s a link to a conversation I had with Joseph Matheny a while back regarding The Nervous Breakdown. The name of Joe’s show: The G-Spot.
A few things that stand out to me:
- I sound weird on tape. I think pretty much everybody feels that they sound weird on tape. Except for maybe, like, radio DJs or something. And James Earl Jones.
- At the risk of sounding haughty, our readership numbers have tripled since this was recorded. In the interview, I tell Joe that we’re at 20,000 readers a month. This is dated information. We’re now at more than 60,000 unique readers per month–and counting. (Many thanks, readerfolk!) The reason I say this? Because I want fancy New York publishers to advertise on the site. And I’m unnaturally proud of our “explosive growth.”
- I don’t agree with everything I say. (That’s actually an old Marshall McLuhan quote.)
Many thanks to Joe for having me on the show, and for hosting Cup of TNB, a new series you can listen to in our Podcasts section.
Also: That photo up above. It was taken in, like, 1989 or something. I was what? Twelve? Thirteen? Barely pubescent. And wearing some sort of unsavory purple shirt and tie ensemble.
Why did I include it? Because I felt like this post needed a photo, and I just grabbed that one because it was the most arresting one I saw when I clicked over to my Facebook account to get a photo. And I find the photo interesting and funny and sentimental and so on. I thought you might like to look at it. You can judge me silently. And my kinfolk, too.
This is my dad’s side of the family. The Sicilian side.
For those of you who read Attention. Deficit. Disorder.: Uncle Brian’s in this photo. Big dude in the middle. Big smile. Golden.
Okay,
-BL
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Thanks for the shout-out, sir. I don’t think your voice sounds weird at all — certainly not compared to mine, as I learned when I listened to my own recent podcast with the excellent Mister Matheny. Also, I hadn’t realized that I say “you know” as often as, you know, I do. I’m now trying to correct that habit, which I hope you’ll be pleased to hear that we don’t much share.
I think seeing myself on video might weird me out even more. I feel like I’m not even me when I see myself on video. I also feel like I sound somewhat sedated in this interview. Like, I think I may have been trying not to get too excited-sounding. Sometimes I feel like I get too excited-sounding.
That’s the best picture ever. Love the tie.
And I always wonder which parts of ADD are autobiographical, so it’s nice to see Uncle Brian.
G
Uncle Brian is real. We never went spelunking . He was a big boy back in those days. These days, he’s about 75 lbs. lighter. Bantamweight.
OK, so for those keeping score at home: Uncle Brian and the trip to Havana were real…and the caves are there, because I noticed them yesterday when my son was looking at his map of Indiana (there are very nice old houses in New Albany, I’m told). But you didn’t really get socked in the kisser in a NYC bar. Thank goodness.
Also: If you really do dabble in day trading a la Wayne Fencer, my sources tell me that the plan at the Bilderberger meeting in Greece last year was to let the market bounce back in early ’09, only to have it crash even worse in July. So in July, sell short.
ah yes, the hot-blooded sicilians! such an obvious part of the brad listi make-up!
Heh. I’m actually a big mutt. Sicilian, Greek, French, English, Scots-Irish. But I identify most strongly with the Italians. It was definitely the most explicitly ethnic aspect of my family. My grandfather (pictured) was full-blooded Sicilian, and was first-generation American.
Great spot, Brad.
And that photo is hilariously adorable. I think the wood paneling adds a nice touch.
I won a radio contest like three days ago. They play a one-second clip of a song and if you know it, get through to the line, you win. I won. Answer: “Story of my Life” by Social Distortion. Then they played me talking to the DJ on the radio afterward. I sounded like an 8 ft. tall, 290 lb. redneck. It was horrible. I sounded like I should have been bagging a deer or washing mud off my tires. Or buying a can of Skoal. I told my wife. She said, “But that’s how you sound.”
So I can sympathize with you. I think we all hate the way we sound. Except James Earl Jones. Great point. He coud pitch phone books and the destruction of the ewoks. I’d listen every time.
… brad, you sorta’ look like michael anthony hall in this picture! . . . i used to do three hours a day of talk radio . . .always hated listening to my airchecks . . .
that is, anthony michael hall . . .
It’s funny that you say that. I used to get “Anthony Michael Hall” all the time as a kid. And all I could think of was he plays the nerd in, like, every movie.
“Can I borrow your underpants for ten minutes?”
That was me.
“Why do you have a fake ID?”
“So I can vote, of course.”
I was told for years that I looked just like Molly Ringwald. Everywhere I went. *hands Listi her underpants*
I love the picture! You look happy but like you’re trying not to be too happy about it!
And yes, everyone hates the way they sound on tape. I think we all imagine we sound really cool and then it’s always a surprise to hear our actual voice.
And thanks for the pic of Uncle Brian. Perfect!
Haughty indeed.
The picture is wonderful. I’m slightly sad that this post isn’t you telling stories about female orgasm. On the other hand I haven’t listened to the interview yet, so perhaps you’ll surprise me.
It’s always good to see words from you!
Dana