If we were having coffee I’d say I don’t remember the first podcast I ever listened to but my latest all-time favorite is Crimetown.
The podcast is about organized crime in the gritty city of Providence, Rhode Island ( a Serial-like show in my backyard). It has a not unsubstantial amount of alliances and betrayals, heists and stings, crooked cops and honest mobsters. It’s hard to tell the good guys from the bad guys and I like it that way. I think I’m so attached addicted to this podcast because it puts me as close as I could possibly ever get to Raymond Patriarca, Buddy Cianci, and their inner circle of criminals, cops, and collaborators.
I’m there, on Federal Hill, in this fishbowl of a city. I get to live vicariously through people with inexhaustible chutzpah and charisma, fathomless money and flashy lifestyles, always in life and death situations. You know, the kind of place where lots of folks “knew a guy who knew a guy.” It’s local, it’s real. It’s an adrenaline rush.
The sound effects are pulse-raising. And the soundtrack is intoxicating.
Each episode ups the tension level and the story unfolds like a tutorial on how to be a burglar and/or cop. It’s a (real-life gangster) soap opera…with nicknames. What an emotional eggbeater! Anyway, it’s just one darn good story. And, oh, did I mention the soundtrack? 🙂 Not until I listened to the last word and final note did I go here….to the Crimetown website, to meet the guys. Believe me when I say that not everyone’s bad. But not everyone’s good, either.
I really fell for this remarkable interview-driven podcast.
There’s an intimacy to the intense and poignant conversations ~ the accents of residents who grew up in Federal Hill, the wit of Cianci, the reflective humor and regret in the voices of go-to-the-wall mobsters who have seen plenty. Seeing the success of Crimetown, it’s clear that the retelling of bad things other people have done is big business. But it’s also fun. And highly educational. And compellingly true.
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you what you’re listening to these days. Is it morbidly fascinating? Laugh-out-loud surreal? Do tough guys weep? I’m looking for my next narrative non-fiction podcast. Something that’s better than sunshine, sleep, and human contact. I binge-watched Gilmore Girls and The Sopranos. At the time, I never imagined I’d ever binge-listen to radio. So, friends, whaddya got for me?
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