Have you joined me in my closet yet? No? Please don’t delay. You are missing out on some of my most profound musings (joking).
But why the closet?
Well from a sound perspective it works beautifully. It is a small well sound proofed room and successfully cuts out the echo. I got that hint from Nancy Hixt. From a privacy perspective it works well. All those bloopers I record – no one knows about them. I might get 30 seconds into a topic and then mutter a “oh for God’s sake!” before I hit stop and start again. The other sound advantage of being in the closet is that you don’t hear my cockatiel chirping. That’s all he can do by the way – and he is a she. He had an egg once – actually he had three. I don’t know who was more shocked – him or me! Anyway he can be a right nuisance so being closeted away from his squawks works.
In a way it reminds me of the confessional. Now, don’t be alarmed. I don’t think I am going to get into telling you all about all the things I have done wrong. (“Bless me Father for I have sinned.”) It does, however, have the sort of atmosphere where you can pause for a while and really think about things. It feels really like it is just you and me having a chat in my closet. I know, weird hey?
Sometimes I do stand there for a few minutes just waiting for inspiration and deciding what would be a good topic to discuss. While standing there in my closet I might suddenly get distracted as I notice a jacket I haven’t worn in years. “What the hell is this still doing here?” I think to myself. Hmm, not a bad little jacket. Does it still fit? Um …. no. Damn it! Maybe I should give it away. But I like this jacket. I’ll keep it – it is just covid cuddle bumps – that’s all. I will soon get rid of those and fit into it no problem “Clickety Click—Barba Trick“.