Iāve always been a fan of Mike Roweās unique brand of showmanshipāhis command of the English language with the ability to wordsmith and deliver a message thatās intelligent without condescension. He placed a pig on a pedestal and treated all of the ādirty jobbersā as equals, with dignity and appreciation.
Mike isnāt afraid to veer āout of his laneā (if there is such a thing) into areas outside his expertise in service of curiosity, conversation and communication. His affection for his parents (and Chuck) is cute and genuine. Heās passionate but playful, appreciates potty humor and Plato simultaneously and isnāt afraid to wave his freak flag high in the air while belting out a 4-part harmony rendition of an otherwise boring advertiserās message. Itās a celebration of human-ness apologetically on full display without the slick polish of the corporate machineās need to grind down all of the weird, warty, and wonderful edges to make a product thatās palatable to the widest, most vanilla audience and I like that.
During one of the earlier episodes, I remember Mike and Chuck pondering, and Iām paraphrasing, āwhat is it about our long-winded ramblings that people enjoy? What are we doing right?ā
This. All of this is what we like.
Youāre an oxymoron in the best possible way! Donāt think āhowā Mike, just do. Didnāt Fred King teach you anything?
With much appreciation, I bestow upon thee five measly stars as requested.
