There's a voice memo I've never sent anyone. It's from a parking lot outside a venue in Columbus, some year that doesn't matter, and it's just me going "I think I just met my guy." I don't know why I'm telling you this. I just know that this episode ends with how Brian and I actually met, buried at the back like an Easter egg for people who made it all the way through, and it felt like the right way to open this thing. Episode 016 starts, as many of our episodes do, with us arguing about a band you've probably never heard of. Brian got turned onto an artist named Echo Vandal by our guy Connor, who might be the only reason Brian has heard a new song in the last decade, and I mean that lovingly. I deep dived on her, did not emerge a fan, and we disagreed about whether the problem was her range or my taste. (It was her range. Brian is wrong.) This somehow became a conversation about artist identity, brand consistency, and the trap of being too many things to too many people, which is a real thing, and also a convenient excuse for why I'm picky about female vocalists, and I stand by both. Then Brian pulls out the whole "mile wide versus inch deep" framework, which, credit where it's due, is actually a good framework, and we end up talking about the 1,000 true fans model. Do you want 100,000 people who are lukewarm on you, or 1,000 people who would drive four hours to a show and already bought the shirt? The math on that one's not complicated. And if you've ever cleaned your email list and felt weirdly great about deleting people, you already know what we're talking about. We also go somewhere this show hasn't gone before: a real conversation about institutional abuse of power. Brian brings up Hollywood's history and we end up in a full conversation about the Louis CK situation, Brendan Fraser, Terry Crews, and the way that power, not just the entertainment industry, not just the church, not just the Scouts, but power itself, acts as a magnet for the exact kind of people who will break the people around them. I have an opinion about this that Brian pushed back on, which I appreciated, and we somehow ended up more aligned than we started. It's a real conversation. Not a hot take. And then, because this is us, we buried the origin story at the very end. How Brian and I met. How a busted gig, a last-minute acoustic trio, and Kevin Farley doing us a favor by foisting us off on each other changed both of our lives. I'll let Brian tell it. He tells it better. Subscribe, rate, and review We Came From Celluloid wherever you listen. Follow us for more of the conversations that happen when two guys from Ohio take film and music too seriously.