Because the pandemic dwindled sufficient to get in our automobile with canines, SiriusXM, and our kids within the rear view mirror, we drove to South Carolina. Tina had endured the final 12 months and nearly one other half whereas her mom languished with growing old pets, her husband in a facility, and ultimately his demise. Because the miles melted away, we alternated between MSNBC, the Beatles channel, and a mixtape of soul, Steely Dan, and Invoice Withers.
For years, we’d dreamed of a technique to stay from anyplace, and now the pandemic had made our actuality a shared one. We’ll see how a lot this sticks as corporations attempt to discover a technique to combine this digital acceleration with some semblance of enterprise life as we knew it. However as we reached the driveway in Charleston, we have been drained sufficient to not care a lot how the captains of trade would work issues out.
We’d calculated the journey to depart on a Monday and arrive on a Thursday, three 16 hour days after which a day to relaxation earlier than recording the following Gang session. As a substitute we left on Tuesday and arrived the night time earlier than the session. Surprisingly, the mix. of a 3 hour time zone shift and the benefit of recording on Zoom, two M1 Macs, and sufficient WiFi to get away with it added as much as a relaxed session. I’ve been utilizing blur mode on Zoom for some months now, so all the things felt nearly regular. I even acquired to joke with a couple of of the fellows who couldn’t fairly inform which coast we have been on.
The canines locked in to their summer time digs with alacrity, roaming the fenced in again yard for a fast test after which settling into strategic spots surrounding us on our mattress. Our daughters heated up the Facetime video hyperlink with tales of boyfriends and infants (our oldest is in her six month) and prolonged life appeared doable. When actuality intruded, it in some way arrived with a gentleness we hope to get used to. Dinner with our youngest’s godparents was cautious — no masks however no hugs both— as we ease our approach into the brand new subsequent.
Our first present right here was adopted by a practice wreck of dueling agendas and uncomfortable administration parries. The present began in a jocular trend as Brent Leary tried to apologize (form of) for his feedback on one in every of his reveals concerning the Gillmor Gang. It appears, he joked, that our present was rudderless and continuously alternative to nap on air.
However then Brent mentioned he hoped neither Tina nor I used to be watching this unspooling in realtime, which after all I used to be. Now I used to be each pissed off and truly extra amused. Brent’s instincts fall someplace between Harpo Marx’s good silence and an unerring means to bat again a query designed to show he wasn’t engaged with a remark that proved not solely that he was however that he selected to not say something. Good, devastating, and type all of sudden. So I seized the second to name him and say after all I used to be watching.
The subsequent Gang recording session featured Brent’s repeated makes an attempt at an apology or no less than a proof, however I stored interrupting him. The consequence was a humorous however diffuse starting to the present that devolved right into a debate about social media and the First Modification that we regularly can’t appear to keep away from. As standard, no mild was shed, and the present stays unreleased.
from the Gillmor Gang E-newsletter
The Gillmor Gang — Frank Radice, Michael Markman, Keith Teare, Denis Pombriant, Brent Leary and Steve Gillmor. Recorded stay Friday, June 25, 2021.
Produced and directed by Tina Chase Gillmor @tinagillmor
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