With political correctness and moral hysteria ravaging western societies, I think this Life of a Blan comics that I made a couple of years back is appropriate. This was one of the first comics I made in this series, long before this insanity in The West. You see, blacks can also be... well... you know... This is based on a real life story.
For beginners, there is no shortage of advice online. Not to mention the unlimited choice for the “proper” equipment to buy. I wish I had known what I know now about podcasting, I would’ve save a lot of time, energy, and not to mention money. So after 1 year of podcasting, I want to share what I learned so hopefully you could avoid the mistakes I made.
REALITY #1: The “Best” Podcasting Mic Chooses You
Choosing the best podcasting microphone is like choosing wands, “The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.” as Mr. Ollivander would say.
A lot of focus is given to this one piece of equipment. A lot of mics are also marketed as “podcasting”, “broadcasting”, “live” etc. As a beginner, I bought into the hype. I cycled through a lot of mics from the Blue Yeti, to AKG D5 to the Rode Procaster. NONE WORKED FOR ME!
Popular mics such as the Rode Procaster tend to work for most users and recording conditions. That’s why it’s popular. So I went for that. Unfortunately, it made my voice sound nasal and dark (picks up background noise as well). The AKG D5 made my voice muddier than it already is. The Yeti picked up every noise in the environment and made me sound like a dog lapping water from a bowl while podcasting. It’s like I don’t have thick walls.
F*ck you blan! Was one of the first greetings I received in Haiti after landing on, what it seemed like, a pitch black airport patched up with plywood and corrugated tin sheets lined with armed guards giving every non-black passengers that sticky peanut butter look. Walk out of the immigration gates and you’re greeted by burly Haitian men squabbling over who’s going to grab your suitcase. So I did the most logical thing I could think of: run like Cinderella on crack! Those were my first memories of Haiti...