In 2014 a 29 year old from Gateshead in the north of England, emboldened by Marc Maron's candour had the misguided thought, 'Why don't I do a podcast?'. Unfortunately, Mark didn't really have a premise, script or point. Fast forward to the present, Mark is cringing about his contribution to the craft of recording yourself talking with absolutely no use, direction nor shame. However, these files exist and capture a time...a time when Mark too fell prey to the raging desire to say things into his phone, as if anyone would ever willingly indulge his soliloquies. He consoles himself that this all happened in 2014 at least; in a time before EVERYONE had a podcast.
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In 2014 a 29 year old from Gateshead in the north of England, emboldened by Marc Maron's candour had the misguided thought, 'Why don't I do a podcast?'. Unfortunately, Mark didn't really have a premise, script or point. Fast forward to the present, Mark is cringing about his contribution to the craft of recording yourself talking with absolutely no use, direction nor shame. However, these files exist and capture a time...a time when Mark too fell prey to the raging desire to say things into his phone, as if anyone would ever willingly indulge his soliloquies. He consoles himself that this all happened in 2014 at least; in a time before EVERYONE had a podcast.
Mark has had quite a bit of time for our Franz over the years, although he did fail to visit the Kafka museum in Prague despite holidaying in the city twice.Mark would eventually use a quote from this episode's reading for one of his songs ('From Whose Womb Comes the Isolato?' by Mark James Hammond & The Slender Blind, available on all streaming platforms).Loads of people say 'Kakfa-esque', don't they?
The Intelligentleman Podcast
In 2014 a 29 year old from Gateshead in the north of England, emboldened by Marc Maron's candour had the misguided thought, 'Why don't I do a podcast?'. Unfortunately, Mark didn't really have a premise, script or point. Fast forward to the present, Mark is cringing about his contribution to the craft of recording yourself talking with absolutely no use, direction nor shame. However, these files exist and capture a time...a time when Mark too fell prey to the raging desire to say things into his phone, as if anyone would ever willingly indulge his soliloquies. He consoles himself that this all happened in 2014 at least; in a time before EVERYONE had a podcast.
