Fun fact, I was about 15 episodes into producing my own podcast before listening to any others.
As the Office Manager of a comedy club, it made sense to interview dope comics like Gilbert Gottfried, Lynne Koplitz, and Jamie Kennedy, so I created the Freeman’s Table Podcast.
We recorded in my home studio, at the club, the condo (gross), and a failed attempt in a restaurant. When I got tired of interviewing comics (club job ended), I shifted the format to focus on me, myself, and these wildly over-confident testicles.
Cue a Booze+Bud-induced phase of creative mayhem. Fun – but life started spinning me right round, like a record, baby. Right round. I scratched and clawed to upload new episodes, but it was tough.
And then, life kicked me square in the dick. Not like a love tap or nothin’. Life backed up twenty paces, ran at me full speed, and pulled some Tekken-style shit on my junk. I was at rock bottom personally and professionally when a pandemic did a little bit of this, little bit of that.
So, I started over, and it should’ve been a whole new podcast, but…
I turned it into a game show. And by the 11th episode of the games, I hit the brakes and reformatted everything for video broadcast. Which meant I had to learn, you know, all that. So now I was creating, writing, hosting, and producing the entire thing live – by myself. Alone, no team, no help, solo.
You with me?
No one else was.
For a little while, Taylor jumped on board to help write and added much-needed laughs and welcome shenanigans. Taylor is also a contestant on episodes 8 and 18. Hope to work with her again.
Finally, as the world battled a pandemic and loads of social insanity, the weight of personal losses and a lifetime of self-medicating without any treatment face-planted me into depression. To anyone I ever dismissed in similar circumstances, my sincerest apologies.
But I got lucky with a great therapist, and now I’m perfect.
End – of this post, not podcasting, or therapy.
Got two new shows that’ll start recordiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing — soon.