Renegades: Born in the USA

In this episode - Renegades . . .

You may have guessed by now that I’m a podcast listener. Long ago I discovered that my preferred learning style is listening. Like many bloggers, producing podcasts is my attempt to find my voice.

However, I’ve discovered to delivering a weekly Podcast takes dedication, determination, patience, and inspiration . . . And you never know where that inspiration may come from.

Many of you may or may not know that this Podcast is hosted on Spotify. As a Spotify free subscriber recently we discovered a new original podcast series - Renegades: Born in the USA.

Former President Barack Obama and celebrated rock musician Bruce Springsteen have launched this podcast exclusively on Spotify.

It’s a series of conversations between the former president and rock star, about their lives growing up, music influences, and enduring love of America - despite its challenges.

Renegades aired on Feb. 22, 2021 - according to an article posted on CNBC news, “it will span eight episodes.”

Spotify said the pair, who first met in 2008, will discuss in addition; race, fatherhood, marriage, and the future of America.

Obama said this in the first episode, “On the surface, Bruce and I don’t have a lot in common. But over the years, what we’ve found is that we’ve got a shared sensibility. About work, about family, and about America.”

“In our own ways, Bruce and I have been on parallel journeys trying to understand this country that’s given us both so much. Trying to chronicle the stories of its people. Looking for a way to connect our own individual searches for meaning and truth and community with the larger story of America.”

“What we discovered is we share a fundamental belief in the American ideal. And why we both felt like outsiders as kids.”

This production inspires me to do more on this podcast - possibly guest interviews. Is that something you would like to see?

Huh, maybe, in our own way, we are all Renegades? If you're so inclined check it out. How you ask?

The easiest way to listen is to download the Spotify app to your phone and subscribe, remember it's free. Or simply ask your smart device, “Hey Google play the podcast Renegades: Born in the USA on Spotify.”

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This is Patrick Ball, thanks so much for listening. See you in the next episode.

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