Landline.
The Last Real Call-In Show.
A crackly, human experiment in real conversation
Back for three final shows in 2025.
We used to record in a real studio. Then life happened, and the studio didn’t. Now it’s just a phone line, some brave callers, and a few fingers crossed that connection still matters. Leave a message, join the noise, and maybe keep this strange little miracle alive.
How It Works
We lost the studio, but not the phone. Now it’s me and Claire, recording from home. Three new shows before the end of 2025.
No schedule. No plan. Just your calls.
Leave a voicemail.
We’ll play our favorites live.
What Landline Is (and Isn’t)
It’s Not a Podcast.
Podcasts have sponsors, scripts, and editors who cut out the weird silences.
We keep the silences. They’re where the truth sneaks in.
It’s Not a Brand.
No hustle. There’s no merch anymore. (Those who were lucky enough to snag the original Landline mugs can sell them for a fortune on ebay.)
Just a home recording setup, some caffeine, and the vague motivation to connect.
It’s Not Dead. It’s Just Underground.
Landline is the stray cat of the internet: a little unpredictable, occasionally sentimental, and somehow still here.
We record from home, surrounded by half-eaten snacks and existential dread.
You call. We listen. And somewhere between laughter and static, something real happens.
It’s Mostly About You.
If you’ve ever felt lonely in a crowd, if you’ve ever called your friend and said “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” if you’ve ever wanted to be heard without needing to be right, you belong here.
It runs on borrowed time and human hope.
If you’ve ever laughed, cried, or briefly believed in people again, don’t hang up yet.
Join the underground on Substack.
If enough of you do, we’ll stay on the line. If not, we’ll hang up gracefully. Mid-sentence, probably.