it started with a coffee shop.

four walls, a bar, some cups, a grinder humming in the background.

people walked in from every direction:

directors, fighters, chefs, musicians, journalists, parents, founders, baristas, strangers.

they ordered a drink.

they stayed for a conversation.

somewhere between the first sip and the last drop,

a new idea emerged:

what if we just pressed record?

what if we captured the moments that still feel real?

the tamp podcast is that.

a quiet corner in a loud world.

a small table where two people sit, face to face,

and try to find one honest sentence worth keeping.

no zoom. no filters. no studio trickery.

just a room, two chairs, and whatever truth we can pull out of the air.