I'm glad to see that "Not a Podcast," starring Justin Montemayor and Mike Marshall, seems to have found favor among Confessors. It's a pretty slick listen on a Saturday morning: a little slacker, a little millennial, a little snotty, a little hip -- but well-prepared, good chemistry, some interesting takes, some interesting use of language. The two very different voices and energy levels attract the ear. Sometimes -- OK, a lot -- the show is Machine-heavy, but they're working on it, you can tell. I tune in. (Interesting dynamic emerging between NaP and Cirque, by the way.)
In an earlier post, I threw out the idea that "Not a Podcast" is not an attractive name for the show. Despite Justin's denial in these very pages, seems like a jab at Jake and T.C. Its phrasing is negative, almost apologetic, a downer. And it's not descriptive of what the show is. Bad name.
To my surprise, this drew quite a few comments.
To my further surprise, there seemed to be a gathering consensus that the name of the show should be "Monty + The Machine," pronounced "Monty and The Machine."
It's their show. They can call it what they want, or what the Western Hemispherical Catman wants.
But for now, I'm going to call the show "Monty + The Machine," unless Justin advises that he prefers "Monte" as the short form of his name.
You have my permission to shorten this to "M+M" in the comments.
I will also entertain other names for the show, perhaps something a little less quotidian, a little more clever.
And no, "The Show That Melts In Your Mouth, Not In Your Hand" will not be acceptable. Although . . . .
But for now it's "Monty + The Machine."
|"Plainsman, you are so wrong. More Machine."|
I'll be out of town for a week. Keep things light, Confessors.