“I’d been kicked out of a matinee of an all-nude, mostly silent production of End Game, held in an improvised black box theater inside what used to be a Fazio’s Shopping Bag, when I noticed I was being followed by a woman wearing what seemed to be a utility vest over an Indian-print sundress.
When I turned to confront her, she said, “I’ve got something you’re going to love. I can tell. You’re the type.”
I tried to tell her the Beckett thing wasn’t my jam. I was only there because I went to Bennington with the director. She looked me straight in the eye, and said, “you didn’t graduate.”
I followed her to what appeared, on first glance, to be a conversion van, where she handed me a tote bag full of tapes.
She said, “Listen to all of them. Start with Episode 17, 20, 27, 35, then 37, and just keep going. These guys have a lot of heart, and virtuosic command of genre.”
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll listen to your tapes.”
“Even if you don’t like alternative rock, listen for the guests. They’re great. But beware the frequent callers.” Then she gripped my hand, tightly, looked deep in my eyes and said, “It’s up to you if it’s humor or allegory.”
Suddenly I understood. “Maybe it’s reality,” I said. “After all, here we are, in Los Angeles, in 1998.”
“Reality is a choice you can make,” came a booming voice over my shoulder.
I ignored the dude in a polo shirt, and flat front pants, who’d been eavesdropping, and said “Lynn, it’s ok. I’ve been a fan for a while. And I do love alternative rock. What else am I going to listen to on my commute? KDank? Please.”
I showed her the KPodd 101.3 bumper sticker on my car, promised to post a review, and she seemed to calm down.
El Farto and Machine Bolt are the raddest morning show in the southland. If they’re not number one in the ratings by the time this review posts, they should be. And I get the impression that Lynn will stop at nothing until they are.”
Ella from Fels via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
07/13/22