The percussive thud isn’t from the fan, it’s the heartbeat of my soon to be born niece or nephew.
The download link above is for the audio (m4a) which I sent out for my podcast (I couldn’t justify hitting my subscribers with a large video podcast). The original audio and video | the new video, as part of my Video Compilation.
Episode Link | Archive Item | YouTube | Vimeo
Here are some of my favorite Dronecast tracks in one convenient playlist. Almost two hours worth.
“You, you,” he points at you,
“You can’t be in my audience,”
There are no stagehands here
To shuffle away his bones,
“It’s a one man show!”
He now understands his mistake,
But he’s proud of shrinking
The universe down to a man.
Who does that?
“The Artist!” he’ll inevitably cry
And laugh because it’s ludicrous.
“I took tickets too.”
And he cleaned the aisles
And he built you a throne
With cheesecloth and cardboard,
“And my soul!” Yes, yes, of course.
And there now you are
In the throne he constructed
And he’s not ready to be seen or heard
“Or exist!” No, no, of course.
Episode Link | Archive Item | YouTube