The first reason is that I never actually did a post for the very final episode of this podcast. The almost 6 hour long, Episode 120 - The Final Chapter. So, for the sake of consistency more than anything… here it is:
I said in a Facebook post a year or so ago that I liked the idea that a DJ set could be a snapshot of yourself and your mood at a given time - almost semi-autobiographical. The Phil-Harmonic Podcast is definitely that. It’s a very personal, trance scene time capsule.
My journals, blogs, articles, extended social media musings - my whole literary engagement with the creative process and the communities I’ve shared it with - have been imbued with more than a touch of narrassism that I’ve freely, and repeatedly, acknowledged over the years. To an extent, it comes with the territory in our Internet Age. But looking back, I now see that sense of ego in the creativite output of the podcast itself. It wasn’t just a reflection of my moods at the time, but a reflection of the experiences I had, the people I met and called friends, the parties I went to, the early gigs that I had, the places I visited, the DJs I idolised, the scene that I willingly participated in…Unmistakably of its time and constrained very much by that very personal window in time. I almost see it as a source of embarrassment now, however I know I shouldn’t. But this is just an extension of the thought processes that led me to start deleting the podcast from MixCloud in the first place.
A lot has happened to me in my life since 2015. Some of it very good indeed, some of it absolutely not. In the light of those events and experiences, it’s actually really sad reading some of this blog back.
Overall, this period in my life was a really good one. It was mostly what you would expect your 20s to be. Fun, mad at times, sometimes surreal, scary but a time of growing. The emotions were free flowing. And I reflect on the output of The Phil-Harmonic Podcast in much the same way as I reflect on that period of my life - I remember it fondly, I sleep well at night, by remembering that I gave it my all.