Scott Kraus

Podcasting is a new art, getting it’s start in 2004. It’s not-quite-radio and not-quite-blogging.

So, what if you’re like me, and you like to read about your craft? Are there any trustworthy books about podcasting? There’s not many. A few are definitely worth your time though, so read them all!

Make Noise by Eric Nuzum

Eric approaches his book assuming you need not learn about microphones, RSS feeds, or plosives. Instead, he discusses the art of show running for podcasters.

I read this in one sitting, it’s that good. Eric guides you through thinking about your podcast format, presenting systems, and helping you understand the possibilities and limitations of certain choices.

Should you get a co-host? How tight should you edit your episodes? What should you think about before booking those big guests?

I give this book an easy 9/10 for podcasters. It covers nothing technical, giving it room to go deep on questions most podcasters gloss over to their detriment.

It’s The Way You Say It by Carol A. Fleming, PHD

No matter what your podcast is about, your show will engage listeners better if they both comprehend you and find your voice enjoyable to listen to.

Dr. Fleming is a speech pathologist who clearly lies out the nuts and bolts of speaking well. Did you know speaking at the front of your mouth makes you sound smarter? I didn’t, until I read this book.

Though not specifically about podcasting, or recorded media in general, this book covers how to use your voice in an engaging, clear, and articulate manner. Overall, I give it a 9/10.

It’s my birthday. A day of national celebration where we all think upon how great I am and pay tribute through gifts and attention.

For my birthday, I don’t ask for your donations or gifts. I don’t even want your hard-earned money for my Patreon. I just want your strict, undivided attention on one of my latest releases:

SCOTTCast just released it’s 85th episode, and it’s a doozy. I have too much sake with my friends and we all discuss how flawed we are. It’s a lot funnier than that description, and you should listen. It’s relatively explicit though, so if that’s not your cup of tea, do check out…

Detroit Songwriter Dispatch‘s latest episode & the updated website! It showcases photography and organizes all the episodes by artist, so you can check out 50+ interviews from the past year dedicated to Detroit’s songwriting scene. Not as funny as SCOTTCast but sometimes it is.

If you’re pressed for time this wintry November day, stream this beast right now: Ian’s Cult Kitchen! I.C.K. is a video series hosted by Fan Favorite Ian Dixon from SCOTTCast. Ian’s brainchild, we celebrate obscure movies with weird food and practical special effects.

The first road-sticking snow fell last night. Every year this happens, I wake up, lumber about my morning, and inevitably open a window-blind to dazzlingly offensive light. I rub my eyes and marvel at its softness. I mourn fall, an always too short season. I think about Dubliners, a book that ends in snow falling general all over the living and the dead.

It’s one of those days where everybody posts the same things on social media. If you commute, you’ll complain that people can’t drive. If you stayed in, you’ll post a photo of the snow through the same window that dazzled you. If you don’t do either, you’ll check social media and notice how everyone posts the same thing. You might feel pride or superiority for not posting anything about snow, and you might try to exercise your wit with a post about how everyone is posting about snow. You’ll be driven to remark, even if you don’t care to.

When I go out today, which I am blessed to only have to sparingly, I know I will have a conversation about not being ready for snow. Talking about the weather is as natural as dogs barking at strangers; no season announces itself harder for conversation fodder than winter on arrival.

I just paid ten bucks for a state park pass on my license plate. My cat still begs for me to open the window for him to enjoy fresh air. Are my tires even winter ready? You can call the snow pretty as long as you add ‘but not for long.’

For my part, I uploaded a video to the Stories feature on Instagram of my cat Kyle looking outside. I believe Instagram added a comedic brass stab denoting surprise, which Kyle only mildly expressed in truth. Then I thought about taking some online classes this winter, drinking warm beverages. Then I wrote this.

His gut was bleeding internally. Nobody gets hit by a car like that and just walks away. He must be a damn good actor though, tougher than he looks too. He just sprang up and said he’s fine.

You can tell he’s in pain by the slight grimace in his eyes and his refusal to bend his trunk. He’s leaning against the craft services table pretending to drink a Fiji water. Gaffers pass by and ask him if he’s alright and his costar’s stuntman eats chicken and eyes him down. The director’s yelling at the prop guy on set and lawyers for the union and the studio are flanking the arguers, knights of gray wool and sunglasses.

He still hasn’t cracked open his Fiji water. He tried a couple times but seems to have lost interest in favor of sweating a little harder. He coughs up a little real blood onto the corn syrup in his palms. Three minutes later, he falls to the floor. Both teams of lawyers think they can win the case. The director’s pissed. Everyone goes home.