And you can listen here. Don’t feel obligated. My computer skillz aren’t awesome enough to give you a direct link, but this show was instructive to me.
So I show up ready to play (or so I think) and once again, I find myself sitting in a studio thinking, “I’m a pair of brown shoes in a room full of tuxedos,” especially when these guys started talking about music. Uh…I like music, but my latest favorite group, Damion Suomi and The Minor Prophets, has a name that’s too hard for me to remember, especially sitting in a tiny radio studio where I’m trying to sound smart. You can hear the men talk about really obscure and probably awesome music, and then there’s me with “Uh…Pandora?”
It was humbling, is what. And it was fun, in the end, because I got to talk about journalism and justice, but this has happened to me so many times, I can’t even count them, where I am sitting in a studio thinking, “Lord, I’m such a grind. How did that happen?”