Monthly Archives: May 2024

Not A Pod

My most recent on-line discovery is The Charismatic Voice. Technically a YouTube channel (not a pod) the show is about analyzing the vocals of a variety of singers, at first listen. The program’s host, Elizabeth Zharoff, is an international opera singer, vocal coach, and video game sound designer, among other things. While donning quality headphones and watching a video performance in the background, Elizabeth critiques the singer’s voice – but always in a positive manner. The YouTuber is no Simon Cowell! Sure, there’s a time and a place for Simon, but Elizabeth demands complete civility by not allowing any negative comments about any of the artists she analyzes on her YouTube channel.

The Charismatic Voice has evolved over the years. Ms. Zharoff grew up embracing the music of her household which was mainly classical, country, and some Christian. So when she began her reactionary videos on her YouTube channel in 2020, people found it hard to believe that she had never heard many of the great classic rock songs of the past. But that was the case. Eventually, the viewers wanted to see Elizabeth’s reactions to hard rock – and then heavy metal – and then even something called deathcore. I think some of her subscribers just wanted to see if they could shock her, or maybe tempt her to go negative. Nope! The YouTuber even found flattering things to say about the harsh vocals of Corey Taylor from Slipknot and Axl Rose. (A good reminder that music is indeed subjective.)

The host of The Charismatic Voice is much more concerned with the technique, science, and vocal health behind one’s voice rather than if it’s traditionally pleasing to a listener’s ear. This could not be more evident when a while back Elizabeth asked Will Ramos, vocalist of the deathcore band Lorna Shore, to “donate his body to science.” She was fascinated with how one human being could make so many sounds with his “singing hole.” (Yes, that is the usual way the YouTuber refers to the mouth. Although I think mine is more of an “eating hole.”) Will, reluctant at first, accepted Elizabeth’s request to subject himself to a flexible laryngoscopy.

A flexible laryngoscopy is a procedure where a flexible scope is inserted through one’s numbed nasal cavity in order to capture images from above the larynx. With Elizabeth by his side, Will performed portions of his unique harsh vocals, he calls “spooky” and “monster” sounds, for the throat camera. The Lorna Shore singer varied his tones, techniques, and frequencies while producing an array of gutturals and pig squeals for his new YouTube friend, as well as for the person administering the procedure, Dr. Amanda Stark. Dr. Stark, a Research Associate at the Utah Center of Vocology, was visibly in awe of what she was hearing from Will and what she was seeing on the screen. To everyone’s relief, and maybe a bit to their dismay, the deathcore singer was found to have good vocal health. “I think often times that we assume that things like metal or screaming or harsh vocalizations leads to damage…and I think today we saw something so polar opposite of what the assumption has been.” said Dr. Stark.

It’s not difficult to immediately be enthralled with The Charismatic Voice. Elizabeth’s passion, and her admitted nerdism, shines through during each episode as she’s constantly pausing the artist of the day’s performance to discuss what she’s hearing. The YouTube host explains things in a practical, yet engaging way, using terms such as vocal folds, nasality, and dipthong (yes, dipthong) and teaches using witty phrases like “Better hydration, easier phonation.” Ms. Zharoff has a sensational smile, her facial expressions are priceless, and you’ve got to love it when a professional uses “wacka wacka wacka wacka wacka” when explaining how to make a pitch with your singing hole. Elizabeth ends each show with her signature, “May you fall more in love with music everyday.” And then blows a kiss to her viewers. (Please don’t tell the missus.) I would highly recommend The Charismatic Voice YouTube channel (not a pod).


My Favorite Pods

You may be asking, “What’s a pod?” Is it a vessel holding 2 peas? A container where an alien resides like in the movies Invasion Of The Body Snatchers and Cocoon? Good guesses, but no. A pod is just a lazy man’s way of saying podcast. A podcast is a program made available in digital format for download over the internet. (Thank you Google.) The word podcast is a combination of “iPod” and “broadcast” and believe it or not has been in existence since 2004, with its concept established in 2000. (Thank you Wikipedia.) I view my favorite pods via YouTube on my computer screen, so I can have the visual contents in addition to the audio.

I discovered pods a couple years back when I was browsing the web looking for a little extra help in making my excellent fantasy football team even better. Low and behold, I quickly came across The Fantasy Footballers podcast, and it has been a favorite ever since. Andy Holloway, Mike Wright, and Jason Moore co-host the informative and entertaining show. The trio are a hoot and claim to be besties – which seems obvious by the way they’re willing to publicly make fun of one another on a regular basis. The Fantasy Footballers pod airs all year long with increased episodes (and intensity) ramping up the closer it gets to the actual NFL season.

By religiously watching The Fantasy Footballers pod, I eventually was led to a much different type of podcast that I certainly had not been looking for. Come to find out, the same three amigos have another show called the Spitballers Comedy Podcast, and instantly it became another favorite pod of mine. You get an idea, yet not to the full extent, of what you’re getting yourself into when you click on any one of their hundreds of episodes and you hear the announcer say, “What happens when three buffoons give life advice, explore unrealistic situations, and give random topics more thought than they probably deserve? It’s the Spitballers podcast with Andy, Mike, and Jason.”

The 3 peas in a pod (pun intended) are all in their early forties, married, and have three kids apiece. Besides their entrepreneurial spirit, and their love for fantasy football, pickleball, and bidets (yes, bidets) Andy, Mike, and Jason really aren’t that much alike once you get to know them. From their physical appearances (lanky, intimidating, plump) to their personalities (old soul, introvert, attention whore) the trio in actuality are as different as morning, noon, and night. (Relax – they know who and what they are – and I’m sure they’d all agree my descriptions of them are spot on.) The contrast in personalities is probably why the Spitballers pod works so well.

It’s both unbelievable and fascinating the length of discussion that can be had during a “Life Advice” segment on the Spitballers Comedy Podcast. An introverted listener recently asked the gentlemen what the best way might be to refuse full-on hugs at her husband’s large family gatherings. She has tried to tell her husband’s clan how she feels, but they’re big huggers and ignore her pleas. After much contemplation, the show’s “counselors” ultimately agreed there was really only one obvious piece of advice to give. And that advice was to show up in a wheelchair. Their thoughtful reasoning was that it’s very awkward to give a full-on hug to someone sitting down; however, they did warn her that she should probably brace herself for a lot of head pats, and maybe a few shoulder rubs from behind, in its place.

The deepest discussions on the Spitballers pod most often occur during the “Would You Rather?” segment of the hourish-long show. For example, “Would you rather always sound like you’re going through puberty, or always walk like you are in the marching band?” This is some serious stuff, folks. The Spitballers Comedy Podcast always concludes with a “Draft.” Taking turns, each fellow submits his four best answers (no duplicates allowed) to the question at hand. Their last draft was titled, “Gifts to give your enemies kids,” and some of the picks were a drumkit, glitter bomb, talking parrot, and pogo stick.

The rationale behind giving a child a pogo stick as a gift was that the kid would truly love the present, but the parents would not love the probable trip to the hospital and the ensuing medical bills. Maybe a disturbing thought process, but as Jason Moore reminds us, “A friend of my enemy is my enemy.” (I guess children are not excluded – they’re just collateral damage.) Other draft topics on the weekly pod have been “Things we miss from our childhood,” “Songs we are embarrassed to like,” “Best ways to cover up a fart,” and “Worst places to be when you need to poop.” Classy! The Spitballers show is mostly G-rated, but there is an ample amount of fart and poop talk on this comical podcast.

Shout out to one other pod in which I frequently dabble in and thoroughly enjoy. Conan O’Brien Needs A Friend admittedly is my guilty pleasure because the captivating show can become R-rated in an instant with a plethora of coarse language. These days foul language makes me cringe, but when Conan speaks it’s hard to look away. His brand of comedy is brilliantly outlandish. And he doesn’t need to perpetually go after certain politicians in order to get a cheap laugh – like so many others do. Conan’s two sidekicks, Sona Movsesian and Matt Gourley, are very amusing in their own right, and anytime Conan does anything with Jordan Schlansky – it’s GOLD! For my money, Conan O’Brien and David Letterman are by far the best late night television hosts in my lifetime.

You may be wondering where I find the time to watch so many podcasts. Well, most days the television isn’t even turned on until late afternoon, and some days literally not at all. Have you seen some of the stuff on the boob tube that’s supposedly entertainment? If it’s not an old movie (preferably in black and white) or Seinfeld reruns, I’m most-likely not interested. But I do have to fill my days with something, so enter the world of pods.


What May Means To Me

Mayday! Mayday! I may need some help extracting enough material from my noggin’ to write this important piece of literature about what May means to me. When initially pondering the fifth month of the year, my mind instantly honed in on the actual word may – not the month of May. Numerous Irish toasts begin with the word may such as “may the wind always be at your back” and “may the most you wish for be the least you get.” And there are so many well-known expressions with that tiny but significant word in them like “let the chips fall where they may,” “devil-may-care,” “may the best man win,” “come what may,” “be that as it may,” and “may the force be with you.”

Whoa! Writing “may the force be with you” jogged my memory enough to remember a very special day for sci-fi nerds which just so happens to be during the month I’m currently jibber jabbering about. May The 4th Be With You (aka Star Wars Day) is a clever take on the Star Wars catchphrase that many businesses now annually exploit to increase their sales. God bless capitalism. Supposedly, you can either be a Star Wars fan or a Star Trek fan, but you can’t be both. I don’t make the rules, and I’m certainly not about to weigh in on such a controversial subject.

All one has to do is turn over their daily flip calendar to see that the exploitation continues the very next day as we are suppose to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Again, God bless capitalism. Truth be told, this is the one day of the year I identify as Mexican. My lovely wife is very fond of Mexican cuisine (me not so much) and we both likey margaritas. So, on May 5th we typically try to grace some Mexican joint with our presence.

If I may digress, now being present in the moment, I do recall many a May 1st, as a child growing up in the Midwest. May 1st is recognized as May Day on our calendars, but us Iowans called it May Basket Day. I would describe the glorious event as a reverse Halloween/hide-and-seek combo. Instead of us kids having to go door-to-door begging for candy, the candy came to us. And no costume was needed. The goodies would begin to arrive (placed in – you guessed it – baskets) about an hour after school let out. The homemade “baskets” were commonly fashioned out of construction paper, or either Styrofoam coffee cups or Dixie cups with vibrant designs (my favorite) and sometimes attached with colorful pipe cleaners for handles.

After a basket of treats was left on the front steps and the doorbell rang, the recipient of the goodies was to seek out the deliverer. Busted! A result of a few scrapes and bruises was always a possibility, from chasing the May basket giver around trees and through bushes, but the exhilarating pursuit was usually well worth it. The amount of candy received on May Basket Day was only a miniscule fraction of the haul I would ultimately take in on Beggars’ Night. In fact, sometimes you’d only get a piece or two of candy while the rest of the basket contained stale popcorn as a filler. Not cool.

Not cool may be what some of you are thinking about me, for not mentioning Mother’s Day or Memorial Day until now. I would like to say I immediately thought of both those days when considering the month of May, but that would be disingenuous. Rest assured though Mother’s Day and Memorial Day will be celebrated. Maybe these two special days aren’t at the forefront of my mind because I think mothers and those we have lost should be thought of all year long – not just when the calendar tells us to. I don’t need no stinkin’ calendar telling me what to do. So, this is what May means to me. What does May mean to you?