If you come here regularly, you might be aware of the program that some of my blogroll buddies put together last night to talk about blacks and the Republican Party. My man Rippa of The Intersection of Madness and Reality and my man Max Reddick of soulbrother v.2, along with their buddy "The Janitor" from Urban Politico hosted the gabfest.
Since I seem to be on C.P. time on Sundays, I was late calling in, and got connected about 30 seconds before they went on the air. Which was okay, because the other radio show I am on regularly normally connects me to the host with about 30-45 seconds until airtime.
Claudio Simpkins of the Hip Hop Republican was there. His blog partner, Lenny McAllister, who might be the more famous of the twosome, didn't make it, but Claudio sounded like a veteran who could hold his own. Joshua Lazards of the Uppity Negro Network was there. I think he was younger than most of us, just out of college, but brimming with ideas. There was another Kriss, of the double "s" variety, from The Insanity Report who was there, who injected the initial burst of emotional fervor somewhere along the way that kicked things into high gear.
If you click here, it is the featured episode: The Black Vote: Taken for granted, ignored or necessary. If you've got 90 minutes to kill, check it out by clicking "PLAY". If you're short on time, click "DOWNLOAD", and you can fast forward through it.
You never know what to expect with these things. Blog Talk Radio shows can often be little more than vanity productions, where the host is literally looking for things to say on the air. F.T.S.R has always been a riot from their first show. Last night, all the guests seemed to be genuinely interested in trying to develop a dialogue, and everybody seemed to come with their "A" game. It was black men talking about politics with a passion normally reserved for talking about bball or booty chasing, and for 95% of the show, we were without the profane histrionics we can often descend to, histrionics that I myself usually enjoy dishing out as much as the next guy. Even though I had moaned and groaned about the length of the show when I first got the email, the time passed quickly
So quickly in fact, that it pushed right up until time for Treme - the real reason I had to interject "oh no!" when one of the hosts commented that he wished the show "could go on another hour."
It hit me a few minutes after we wrapped up that this was the kind of dialogue people wished they could see on TV, instead of the bullshit "Black In America" specials. For the most part the discussion was pretty thoughtful, the guests all seemed to be well versed in what they were talking about, and yet none of us were political experts.
These guys have put together a show on a shoestring budget, if that much, that even in its raw state was better than half the pablum on the political talk show circuit that gets shown every night.
Until we meet again, guys.