i don't know. to me, that's a pretty tough sell to ask for money ($40 per year) to listen to a podcast, even if it is really good.
i know it's just a matter of opinion, and mine certainly is blessed with no assumption of inherent correctness, but i've never even been able to stomach strieber as either a guest or a host. first off, his voice just grates on me with its monotone flatness and its pendulum cadence. he makes me so bored and sleepy. furthermore, when he and art both got on the whole superstorm kick, that really sealed the deal for me as far as strieber is concerned (alien probes aside), and it even dropped art back a few notches for me as well. it wouldn't have been a problem if they'd presented it as just a good fictional story written by two men with a lifelong interest in the unusual. however, they went so far beyond that, presenting the superstorm book as some sort of scientifically legitimate glimpse of what awaits us; a clarion call. neither man has the credentials to make such an assertion, nor is there any historical precedent to suggest they were even in the right ballpark. i'm growing a bit fatigued with people making money off of the whole "green" fad.
Streamlink -- I remember back in the day having to listen to Art via RealPlayer when he wasn't on in the Pittsburgh market. If it hadn't been for the free streaming back then, i probably wouldn't have known of C2C until I moved to Arizona in 1998.
Strieber -- I had read him back in 80s, before I even knew of Bell. At first Communion was an exhilarating read, but then it all came crashing down when so many 'facts' from his childhood just didn't tie together in any sort of cogent narrative. I do like him as a guest, I think he's well intentioned and does a decent job hunting down stories in the field. But his voie? Yeah, soporific. And he's a terrible host.
Bell/Strieber/Superstorm -- I've got no problem accepting global warming/climate change. Ok, the jet stream is gonna hit the deck, I dig. Something bigger than my SUV is causing it, guys -- it's called the SUN. It's the one thing to this day that Art is just being a stubborn fucking mule about. No one doubts screwy stuff is going on, it's just a matter of what's causing it. You'd think a guy like Art would be smart enough to research things like the Maunder Minimum, etc. This liberal/socialist notion that a climate homeostasis of 68°/50% humidity has to be maintained or else we tax anything that moves is just insane.
Boring, blandness, etc -- someone in a thread awhile back summed it up perfectly: Art Bell used to be dangerous. Whether real or imagined, you had the feeling the guy was doing something big, something dark, something special, something only he and the audience were privy to. Bell had the secret service visit at his trailer in Pahrump. A lone voice coming out of the desert that only a few understood and fewer still believed. Bell's shtick really did play into our own personal egos and narcissism to a degree. It was pitch-perfect radio entertainment with just enough reality to keep it lively and engaging.
Now? C2C is the radio-equivalent of Chicken McNuggets, a mystery meat stamped out on an assembly line.
I listen anyway. It's mindless aural wallpaper that occupies the silence at night when I write. I still miss Art.