I apparently really enjoy listening to people talk.
I think it started when I was a child, around seven or eight, the night I snuck our old school tape recorder into the hallway to record the audio of Eddie Murphy’s Delirious after my parents told me that it was too dirty for me to watch with them.
Days later I let a goonie goo goo slip.
Based on the television shows and movies I've seen, my parents should have blown up, taken the tape recorder, and grounded me.
This eventually lead to me reciting Robin William’s joke where he laughs like Goofy and says, “It’s dad having an orgasm.” At that time I didn’t know what an orgasm was, but my grandparents sure did, and didn’t seem all that entertained.
Years later The Howard Stern Radio Show syndicated to my home town. I discovered, I love talk radio. It was the perfect time to make this discover because Loveline had recently syndicated there as well.
Just like porn can be credited with the growth of the internet, I had two VCRs, which allowed me to make my own Mr. Skin style compilations videos. I also figured out how to switch the audio inputs so that I could add music to my compilations. I used the same technique to hook my stereo up to the VCR allowing to record this much talking.
Now, I listen to more podcasts than music.
I listen to people talk while I write. I listen to people talk while I drive, and even as a screenwriter I'd rather watch a documentary with some guy explaining something interesting than watch a scripted film.
If you ever see me wearing ear buds, chances are I’m listening to someone talking.
I’m also a fan of audiobooks.
This is normally followed by some lame joke.
My solution, I just don’t talk about books anymore.