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1bottle1podcast: 1n memor1am

1bottle1podcast: 1n memor1am

From January until about May, 2018, I met with some friends twice a month or so to record a podcast over a bottle of alcohol. Below are just a few of the show’s greatest hits, and if you like these, I urge you to grab…

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Believeland

Believeland

My dad called me from Ohio when the Cavs won Game 7 of the NBA Finals. This is the message he left. https://m.soundcloud.com/walkerright/believeland

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“…We’ve even got Johnny Pyramid & the Aztec Princes!”

“…We’ve even got Johnny Pyramid & the Aztec Princes!”

For awhile in the early 90s, back in Ohio, I was the lead singer in a band with some friends of mine. It should be pointed out that I can’t sing, and I was clearly the least talented member of the group, but they had…

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Some Good Stuff Going On

Some Good Stuff Going On

An over-muscular and over-friendly guy at the gym today, trying to pay me a compliment, slapped his giant paw on the bit of flesh between my shoulder blades and said, “You got some good stuff going on back here. Now you just need to work…

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Saints on the Subway

Saints on the Subway

      

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Crazy Is My Mother’s Maiden Name

Crazy Is My Mother’s Maiden Name

I’m thinking of starting a podcast where I just go around interviewing the different characters I meet.  I think I can give Serial a run for its money. Here’s a little taste.  

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#JesuisBrandX

#JesuisBrandX

This is the pitch for a television commercial that you will never, ever see, written strictly for my own sake.  If you should find it tasteless, irreverent, and offensive, I’ll consider it a successful tribute to the cartoonists murdered in Paris last week.   We open inside…

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Avoiding a Life of Crime

Avoiding a Life of Crime

On summer nights when I was a kid, I would sometimes stay with a group of friends in the neighborhood whose parents set up a tent for us in their backyard. There would always be five or six of us, and after midnight, when the…

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Being Other People – Part One

Being Other People – Part One

Sometimes I get talked into doing some acting.  Sometimes it gets recorded.  Other times it fades quietly into oblivion where it probably belongs.  I don’t know that this is the best performance I’ve ever given, but it’s one of the ones that got recorded. It’s…

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Flatbush – A Found Poem

Flatbush – A Found Poem

Flatbush   I’m Flatbush, born and bred.   Look   I’m forty-five years old, my nigga  Forty-five years old   I been stabbed I been shot I been all kindsa shit   But I’m still here I am still here.    

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