Back in the olden day of the late 1970s and 80s, I was a child growing up on the mean streets of Halifax in West Yorkshire. OK, the streets weren’t that bad. After all, I was only beaten to a pulp once. Which was normal for a kid back then. If your parents weren’t hitting you with things your teachers were and if they were having a day off, there was always a rough kid around to kick your teeth in for you. They say it takes a village to bring up a child but it only takes a few adults to traumatize one for life.
As you would imagine. Growing up with the constant fear of somebody leaving their boot in you when you’re popping to the shops, makes you value the great indoors. That’s where I read many books, became obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and taught myself how to record my voice on tape and how to take photographs.
The tape-recording thing allowed me to carve out a largely unsuccessful career in radio presentation. Eventually though, some bright spark invented podcasts and I never looked forward.
In the beginning podcasts weren’t really a studio thing. The ones that were, tended to be repackaged radio shows. The rest of us made do with a few microphones and a living room. Now of course, podcasts are businesses and people actually make money out of them. Am not sure how. I assume that they sleep with the monied few.
Apparently, calling yourself a podcaster is now thing, and ‘m always happy to adopt a new label. So hello, my name is Martin Wolfenden and I’m a podcaster, one of the original in fact.
Though, to be honest, I rarely blow the dust off my microphone these days, so I will wear the badge of podcaster like a former US President still gets to be called President, even though he isn’t a president anymore. Being British, that just sounds weird to me.
However, I am still taking photographs and can do you some studio pictures or outdoor one for a few quid. Just hit me up on the contact form. I don’t have a permanent studio but I can usually find a suitable space, if that is your desire.