Dead air never sounded so good...

So my previous post was started in order to explain why I have "Ghostly Talk" in my links list. It didn't really do that...all it did was get me mired down in thanatopsis (I belong to a word-o'-the-day email subscription). However, the previous post had to be written before I could explain how the cheesy little gem that is Ghostly Talk got on my links list.

So my ~ethereal~ father turned on the ~corporeal~ tractor's lights. I'm not sure I really believe that, but I really want to believe it. Those are two entirely different things. I have always enjoyed talking to people about ghosts and odd experiences. But after the tractor incident my interest in all things paranormal was ratcheted up several notches. I became fascinated with EVP, having heard about it on Coast to Coast. I wanted to see if I could catch my dad's voice on tape when I returned to his house for the last time the following October. Long story short, I didn't, but during my search of all things ghostly I found one of my favorite podcasts of all time: Ghostly Talk.

At first I listened because I had heard the hosts being interviewed on Coast to Coast about EVPs so I checked out their show. The paranormal content was pretty thin but found myself listening more and more. The show is actually broadcast live on the internet on Sunday nights but they have nearly every show archived on their website and I began downloading a tonne of them. I'll say it again, I couldn't really explain why I loved the show so much because there was very little to it.

My reason for loving the show slowly began to dawn on me when for the fourth or fifth time listening I heard the ice cream truck go by "the Haunted Basement Studios" where Ghostly Talk is recorded. Sometimes the hosts, Doug and Scott L, would apologize for the interruption but other times one of them would just yell "God, I could really go for a Drumstick!". On another episode, while on the premise of discussing their latest ghost hunt, they spent 23 minutes discussing the merits of their dinner at The Steak 'N Shake (apparently some American restaurant chain known for their...well...shakes and steaks).
Or maybe it was the episode when they went off about pimping the Mart-that-starts-with-a-W and one guest's favorite ghost-hunting pants. Or was it the fact that when they took calls from listeners, 60% of the time it would be Scott L's mom who would phone in. Boo, bitch! Or how when one of their guests invited them to take his walking ghost tour of San Francisco, they agreed...but only if the there were no hills on the tour.

I would find myself in my bathtub (that's where I listen to most of my podcasts) howling with laugher because the boys from Ghostly Talk were complaining bitterly about being painfully full after the pizza eating contest they had before the show started.

I'm not sure...maybe this does not explain why I love Ghostly Talk so much. Maybe it's simply the voyeur in me, because Ghostly Talk just feels like a window into some guy's basement in Michigan and I can't stop peeking in.