Le Revolution 21 podcast n'existe plus

The Revolution 21 podcast is toast. Done dealin'. Finished. Gone. Gesphincto.

Adios, au revoir, auf wiederhesen . . . good night!

The reason there's no new edition of the Big Show posted tonight is because there's no Big Show no mo'. Sorry about that. But the show could not go on.

AFTER ALL, what do you think of when you hear about the "Revolution 21 podcast"? You picture some disheveled crank spewing revolutionary rhetoric into a microphone plugged into his computer in some odd corner of his house. Or, alternatively, getting suspicious looks from the other patrons at Starbucks.

Well . . . I'm here to tell you that it's time for me to nip that pretty much spot-on conception you have of me and the podcast right in the bud. So I'm killing that sucker dead. Bang! (Thud.)

The Big Show needed to transcend podcastery. And it couldn't. It couldn't even draw a fraction of the audience of a podcast that consists of nothing but scratchy-ass old LPs . . . period. And in that case, why try harder?

Not for a friggin' podcast, that's for damn certain.

Goodbye.

WELL, THAT FELT REALLY GOOD . . . in a spiteful, embittered sort of way.

But you're not rid of your Mighty Favog that flippin' easily. He's not that bright . . . or in touch with sheer practicality. Actually, he's more in touch with his inner Don Quixote.

And that's why, though the Revolution 21 podcast is deader than a doornail (or than the Geneva Conventions are to the Bush Administration), the Big Show is just morphing into something else pretty damned similar.

Something that doesn't call itself a "podcast." And is a little bit longer. And has a snappier name. And has a weekly companion program that's just the right length for checking out during your morning commute or lunch break. Or whenever.

But they're not podcasts. They're the future of radio . . . at least a future where radio doesn't suck. Kind of like public radio, but without the anthropology lecture by the professor wearing one black shoe and one brown shoe, and this annoying damn blob of two-hour-old oatmeal on his beard which, fortunately, you can't see because it's radio.

SO . . . NEXT WEEK, stay tuned for Revolution 21's new long-form program, 3 Chords & the Truth, and its really brand-new, bite-sized Four Songs (which is exactly what the name tells you).

They'll be right here, same Bat Time, same Bat Channel.