Ali Pearl, author of the recent New York Times Modern Love article ‘On Tinder, Off Sex,’ and I discuss: the intimacy of listening to Enya together; our emotional exhibitionism; and a grudge I had against her for not putting me in her article. I also take her to meet Chango—those badass EDM subway performers in Union Square wearing Mexican wrestling masks you may have been lucky enough to experience. :: On Tinder, Off Sex :: Ali’s Blog
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SN2:EP1 “Trap, Neuter, Return”
Margaret Dodge is my traveling companion this week. Recorded in two parts: October 25th, 2015, on a visually and aurally beautiful day in Central Park; then, deeper into our respective issues and into the belly of her new apartment/feral cat cave at the end of February 2016. Basically, this episode bookends several months of substantial emotional fermentation.
Anyway, I’m making some progress and Margaret has become a good friend and has been pretty helpful with that. She’s funny and easy to talk to. @dodgecityradio
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SN1:EP1 “Living out Loud”
The inaugural episode of this podcast. (Originally “What’s Your Yarn Worth? w/ Andy Farnsworth.”) An honest, unvarnished conversation with James Greco: painter, inner monologue coach, and person I respect and love a whole lot.
There’s literally zero production on this first episode. Just a straight, conversational document. Pretty much every instinct I had at the time told me not to put this out there, but my friend Tasha listened to it and told me not to trust my instincts. It’s advice that served as a guide for all the episodes that have followed. Anti-instincts.I’d say this episode is intense but what’s intense you know? I probably wouldn’t listen to it in front of kids, but maybe you’re running some kind of experiment. Here you go.
You can check out James Greco’s work here
[Correction: Just FYI I got a little carried away in this one when I was talking about the baby-smuggling grade school teacher. I actually didn’t have her as a teacher. It was my sister that had her. Also, the teacher in high school I was talking about was actually “Mrs. Mishler” not Mueller. Don’t know why I said those things.]
