Higher Fidelity

I'd a house to myself so decided to record an episode to myself! 

Having returned to Austin after a day in Dallas (dallas't place you wanna be) and Fort Worth (fort what it's worth), myself, Sloane and Felix found ourselves in a familiar formation around the kitchen table mic in hand, ready to welcome to the show for the first time Madison Clapp! 

Together the four of us recap on our yester-day trip, making sure to sprinkle in some of the artist's work we bore witness to at a museum in Fort Worth ('bore' being the operative term). This gives the show some edge before we dull said sharpened edge with everything we say afterwards. 

Having established ourselves as worldly and learned, we immediately dive into the iPod songs we thought defined our singular experiences in childhood but quickly find, thanks to Adam Sandler, that the illusion of individualism is a myth designed to blind us from the horrors of the hive mind we're all a part of. 

Our monumental, momentous milestone 50th episode is monumentally momentous and milestonic for multiple reasons:

1. It's the 50th one. (For those who struggle mathematically, drop 50 things on the ground and then count them, that's how many it is. It's the first right after 49, if you hit 51 you've gone too far.) 

2. It's conducted from the back of a van. 

3. It's conducted in the company of old friends that have stuck around, and new friends who have just started sticking around. 

After a two month sabbatical, of which many apologies for are due but none are forthcoming, we are back in business with a stateside statement of intent and a brand new guest! 

This episode finds you a week later, and finds Lord Friday The 13th over a month into a truly gruelling (truelling) European tour. 

Join us as we try to piece together the last 4 weeks from the pieces of ourselves that remain. There's everything from a show in an old mortuary, to a sound man called Machine Gun, people raising donkeys, an interview conducted in a toilet, -substances- being smoked outside, a police raid and a stay in an actual, honest to goodness, no fooling, proper old castle. The best part (or worst part) is, that all happened in the SAME DAY. 

Don't have time for a long intro, we're already late enough as it is! 

Episode 46 sees me return stole items to Peter Rugman and he returns the favour by stealing the show. 

During a routine headlining of the last ever Static Shock Weekend with The Number Ones, Peter Rugman was gracious enough to grace us once again with his presence and once he's done that, goes on to tell us about his award winning, improvised murder mystery show (which is his way of confessing to -actual- murder). I gloss over his homicidal tendencies and instead dive into his beef with Charlie Puth while I break the law by stealing some electricity from a plug in a pub. 

You’ll notice the repetition of a prior episode title, but there’s just cause for this repetition, and it’s just cause I want to. But also because the guest is another Peter, but not just ANY Peter, it's the Peter that is the reason I’m Peter O’ Hanlon Jnr. (Like Robert Downey and his son, except without the troubled past and billion dollar franchise.

We talk through how we first me (in a hospital, lots of screaming) and what it was like living together (in a house, lots of screaming). Dad gales and regales me with stories from his past, doing us all a favour and shutting down NCAD for 11 days and adventures in haunted houses over in Dallas. Morna and Ross drop in on a call to discuss the rite of passage that a ‘numny’ from Dad is and then we talk through Dad’s incessant desire to erect sheds and direct plays.

Rathmines feels our wrath this episode and I feel the wrath of KLDD who join me in the Wine Buff for an evening of recollections and recommendations. 

We cover everything from nightmare shows to disgraced school journals, old demos to new performances, the humour is broad and the horizons are narrow. 

This episode holds a very special place in my heart, not half because my guest is a stellar chap (not even a quarter of why I like this episode) but also because his name is ALSO Peter and I finally get to use a title I've had for longer than I care to admit. I'm going to type it again because it's such a ruddy humdinger of a title and typing it means I have to say it in my head and I get to realise its brilliance all over again.