Dispatches from the Head

Everything is going all right.

Holy shit, folks-

If there are some of you that aren’t subscribing to the premium app or are new to the show I would say now is a good time to do that. We are going to start creating some exclusive premium content. The first installment will be my producer, Brendan McDonald, and I talking about some of the lesser known episodes. By lesser known I mean that I know some of you will see a name that you don’t recognize and perhaps not listen. We are going block by block in 25 episode chunks giving some backstory of the show and reflecting on some of the episodes. So, get the free app and upgrade for a few bucks to get in on that.

Everything is going all right. I have been having an amazing experience shooting season 2 of ‘Maron.' So much of the stuff that I was freaking out about making season 1 just isn’t there anymore in my mind. I think we have some great stories and some great co-stars and cameos. The early cuts of the first few shows look amazing and that’s not always the case. I am relaxed and in the present with the work. Again, I’m not sure if that is peace of mind and wisdom or complete anxiety paralysis but I will roll with it. I read recently that stress can affect your short term memory. I’m looking at that as a plus.

I don’t know if you know this about me but I am kind of obsessed with the late 60s-early 70s Hollywood. I have it mythologized in my mind. I am fascinated by the fact that Hollywood is an industry town and that industry is show business and at that time it was a relatively small community. There were a few networks, a few studios and a few labels, and everyone was running around the hills going to parties and getting fucked up. Some part of me wishes I lived back then before everything got broken wide open and most things became garbage. Maybe I’m romanticizing it but the whole town seemed to have a dirty integrity to it that is now gone leaving only the dirty and unoriginal to procreate.

Ed Begley lived through that time and was running around the hills high as kite and he shares some pretty great stories with me on Monday’s show about what this town felt like in the era. On Thursday the intense and brilliant Patrick Stickles of Titus Andronicus blasts me with his truth and makes his music make complete sense. Rock.


Boomer lives!



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Brian Foti January 13, 2014 at 7:03 pm

Hey Mark,

Me (55) and my father (92) really enjoy listening to your pod casts while driving. We laugh our fucking asses off while at the same time learn a lot about our own shit when you self-actualize you life.

We admire your total candid honesty. The icing on the cake for us is, you are a fucking skilled and hilarious comic as well as one of the best interviewers we have ever listened to (including Terry Gross from Fresh Air).

Thanks for the awesome entertainment!!!

May your career continue to grow!!!!

“Georgie lives” (that’s my father’s crazy fucking cat!!!)

Brian Foti
Spring Hill, TN

wilberfan January 13, 2014 at 11:10 pm

Marc, ygou have to read “Easy Riders, Raging Bulls” (or words to that effect).  A wonderful book about that period in Hollywood…

Mark January 16, 2014 at 11:33 pm

This facebook thing sucks.. I left an old man message and like it figured, the fucking hipsterati deemed it too grey for the masses!
here is the story:
I was running on a treadmill in Montreal. A lot of people would say “who the fuck cares?” they have never seen the city in its Wichita bleakness. the grey melting piles of snow in mid-winter suck the marrow from your bones.
Either way, I am in this hotel and using the treadmill, which results in a sad excuse of too much poutine and wine while still trying to work out in a hotel situation..
I run and listen to you.. Ok, I will kill them, just stop shouting!

a guy gets on the bike and pedals like his demons are nipping at his heels. we look at our respective tvs playing the usual newsy bullshit… this guy next to me bursts into sobs.. deep and meaningful sobs.. I am about to flee but my Canadiansim takes over and I go to him and say” it is ok , everything will be allright” He turns to me and screams “leave me alone!” A totally honest response to me poking his Karma with a stick. either way.. why do we lose our minds in hotels? I spend a lot of time in them but I never feel the need to dig into the deep underbelly. do you ever think that the hotel is the perfect time to go nuts? before doesn’t count we are adults now.
No, You are not to use the autoerotic asphyxiation bit here…