It was incredible fun. While Raymond and Joe tackled the JFK assassination, faked moon landings, Jonestown, and 9/11, I was free to talk about pro-wrestler vampires, Tanzanian buttsex demons, squeaking aliens, botched exorcisms, and a nude wet meat soil bandit bent on what could only have been a mission to destroy the world.
After the Out There series wrapped up at fifty episodes, we joined Disinformation in 2008. We’ve been making podcasts for them ever since, and nothing could have prepared us for the places that this would take us. We met, networked, and collaborated with some of the finest folks I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. We kabbalistically deduced Obama’s win in the 2008 election. We interviewed Alan Moore, and listened enthralled as he talked about his Magick for an hour, and terrified that he would become cross with us at any moment and hang up. We cracked the Lady Gaga Code, a moment that I hope will be preserved by some curator of high absurdity. Raymond and I, my girlfriend KT in tow, went on an official promotional tour for Disinfo, screening a movie and giving an “occult stand-up” slideshow routine across the UK and Amsterdam.
I will carry to my grave the image of a cute young british girl bouncing up ahead of the applauding crowd, her face all admiration and earnestness as she proclaimed “I NEED to talk to you!”
I was so hopped up on adrenaline and endorphins, it was all I could manage to say, “I’d LOVE to talk to you, dear, but I’m going to go smoke a fucking cigarette now.” I hope she didn’t take it the wrong way. She really made the moment for me, but I really needed that cigarette.
Raymond is far afield on foreign shores, expanding his world and experience. Joe is closer to home, his love and life wrapped like a warm cocoon around his beautiful baby boy. This journey is over.
EDIT: The Apex of the entire experience, of course, was meeting Ken ‘BIG POD’ Eakins