I spent last night playing around YouTube and listening to stories from The Moth. Have you ever heard of The Moth? You need to check it out. Seriously, right now. It is a not-for-profit organization in New York dedicated to storytelling. From their website:
It is a celebration of both the raconteur, who breathes fire into true tales of ordinary life, and the storytelling novice, who has lived through something extraordinary and yearns to share it.
I love good storytelling. A well-told tale calls to my soul. It’s probably one of the reasons I like my husband; his stories are wonderful. (Partly because he is not always constrained by actual facts – if he tells you a story that sounds too good to be true, it probably is. I’ve learned to enjoy the story experience and then disregard everything he just said.)
Anyway, this is the first Moth story I ever heard, and it was enough to get me completely hooked. Steve Burns, who I have had a monster crush on since my teenaged son was young enough to enjoy Blue’s Clues, talks about being “fameish” and what it was like being “Steve.”
And if that wasn’t enough, the YouTube recommendation team must have a psychic link to my brain, because the first related video I saw was Neil Gaiman’s Moth performance. How did they know?