I've noticed the Drabblecast for the past several years, but I just recently found it. The vibe is a little strange at first, but once you get it? There's nothing else like this. There are some excellent narrators out there (like Kate Baker), and Norm is right up there with them, but the music tips the scales. The music is perfect, amazing. The rest of the format - the bookends - the drabbles, twabbles, the occasional song, whatever inspiration leads to - this is the most coherent magazine in audio form I've seen.
The Starship Sofa tries - apologies to Tony, and maybe it's just me; maybe it's just not my cup of tea - but the Drabblecast keeps the focus on the fiction, within a credible magazine format. I usually skip the extraneous SS stuff; I listen to the Drabblecast from beginning to end. I guess I must be a "strange listener."
Norm has tremendous talent; the 'zine has heart and soul, and apparently quite a ...community (I just showed up here to make this post, so I'm not going to pass judgement one way or the other on you people). I will say - I might as well - that this place is a community the way Innsmouth is a place to live.
This is essentially the perfect audio e-zine. It has legs (there might be an extra joint or two, but that's all to the good). So I show up here, looking for something to get into, and it's gone AWOL? ...why?
This is what I hate about so many internet projects. Everything's coming up roses (...nematodes? Well-water fouled by a color out of space?), then one day... nothing. Millions of people hit the page over and over, and nothing ever changes. No explanation. I would hate for the Drabblecast to fall to something like that. There is so much potential here; it would be so easy to spend one or two minutes and let everyone who cares know what's what.
I'll help read the slush pile; I might be some use as an editor. I'm broke, but if there's financial trouble, I can find some room to give. Pay me a living wage, and I'll move into your house (...?). I believe in this place. I'm standing in the chamber; I have my head to the floorboards. Listening for the slow and constant beat of the master's tell-tale heart.