I, um, sort of forgot to update the podcast on Sunday, being on vacation and all, and I feel really bad about it. Listenership has increased, slowly but steadily, and we're starting to have some actual fans. You'd think that would be the greatest thing ever, and it is the greatest thing ever. And yet. Suddenly, people have expectations of us. Suddenly, we have obligations to fulfill -- real or imagined, but stressful either way.
I've been thinking a lot about how, to any performer, having fans is a mixed blessing, and how I could be doing a much better job of being a fan of the bands I like myself. Sometimes, what's intended as a message of unconditional support comes out sounding like a demand ("You need to come to Portland, dammit!"). I resolve to be a better fan. I need to just shut up and listen more often. If I can't do that, then maybe I'm a fan for the wrong reasons.