Podcasts about Benga

Esto es un extracto de la Tertulia de AutoFM que se emite cada jueves en Onda Cero Nos lo cuenta uno de sus responsables: Alejandro Aznar es Co-Fundador y CTO de Lixsa.ai, una innovadora plataforma de agentes de inteligencia artificial que revoluciona el e-commerce. Con una sólida trayectoria en tecnología, fue CIO de Finetwork, donde lideró su transformación digital. Hoy combina su experiencia en telecomunicaciones y comercio digital para automatizar y potenciar negocios online. Primera venta de coche sin intervención humana en España Un portal online, Benga.es, ha realizado la primera venta de un coche sin contacto directo con vendedores humanos. La operación fue gestionada por una inteligencia artificial integrada en WhatsApp, que guió al comprador durante todo el proceso. El caso: compra nocturna de un BMW Serie 1 Un cliente interactuó con el sistema un domingo por la noche para preguntar por disponibilidad, entrega y financiación de un BMW Serie 1. La IA respondió al instante, resolvió todas las dudas y facilitó el enlace de pago, formalizando la compra en el mismo momento. El asistente se llama Aitana y opera 24/7 La IA se denomina Aitana, desarrollada por la empresa tecnológica Lixsa, y permite atención continua a los usuarios, incluso fuera del horario comercial. Según sus creadores, es especialmente útil durante los fines de semana, cuando aumentan las consultas de compra. Capacidades ampliadas: ventas, atención y postventa Aitana no solo atiende en el proceso de compra: también puede redirigir al comprador hacia un equipo humano si se requiere atención personalizada y participar en el seguimiento postventa, notificando sobre reparaciones o mantenimientos. Transformación digital del sector automotriz Este caso marca un hito en la digitalización de la compraventa de vehículos en España, anticipando un futuro con menor intervención humana directa en los procesos comerciales. Se plantea un nuevo paradigma para los concesionarios y profesionales del sector. Todos los podcast: https://www.podcastmotor.es Twitter: @AutoFmRadio Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/autofmradio/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@AutoFM Contacto: info@autofm.es

On this powerfully allied episode of the Shut Up & Sit Down Podcast, Tom and Matt are negotiating poorly in Tonga Bonga, getting all sandy (again!) in Dune Imperium: Bloodlines, and meandering through a bucolic farm or two in Black Forest.Thanks for listening everyone! Have a great weekend!Timestamps:01:36 - Tonga Bonga12:17 - Dune Imperium: Bloodlines24:24 - Black Forest

Trosoba! Caralhinhos! Atrasa Bosta! Piro Caaa! Benga! Lightsaber! Beringela! Saiu! Fogos e Sidra estourando! Perna do Toscochanchada batendo um papo sobre a Pornochanchada de encerramento do Podtrash de 2024 que foi a “O Bem Dotado, o Homem de de Itu” com o Nuno Leal Maia! Duração: 102 minutosMédia TD1P: 2,5 ELENCOAlmightyBruno GunterDemetrius SantosDouglas Fricke, o […]

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**Morlando In The Mix Replay On traxfm.org. This Week Morlando Features Future House,Club Classics, Nu Disco ,Exclusive Remixes From Samira, Pink Panda ft Martha Wash, Alex Moretto & Alfie Cridland Feat Émilie Rachel, Kevin McKay & BURNR ft. Lois Faith, JD Kelleher, Benga x Coki, Stretch & Vern & Adelphi Music Factory - I'm Alive, Madism & SMACK, Hayden James feat. Karen Harding, Jamiroquai x Don Diablo - Deeper Underground, Jonas Blue X Eyelar & More The Here's One We Made Earlier Sessions With Tori Kelly - Hollow (Morlando Clubmix) The Who Sampled Who Sessions With Jody Watley - Looking For A New Love (Sgt Slicks Discotizer ReCut) The Rewind Sessions With Aftershock, Baby D, 2 Bad Mice, Hybrid - Plus The Brilliant Morlando In The Mix Section #originalpirates #housemusic #futurehouse #remix #clubclassics #nudiscohouse Morlando In The Mix - Every Friday From 10PM UK Time Listen Live Here Via The Trax FM Player: chat.traxfm.org/player/index.html Mixcloud LIVE :mixcloud.com/live/traxfm Free Trax FM Android App: play.google.com/store/apps/det...mradio.ba.a6bcb The Trax FM Facebook Page : https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092342916738 Trax FM Live On Hear This: hearthis.at/k8bdngt4/live Tunerr: tunerr.co/radio/Trax-FM Radio Garden: Trax FM Link: http://radio.garden/listen/trax-fm/IEnsCj55 OnLine Radio Box: onlineradiobox.com/uk/trax/?cs...cs=uk.traxRadio Radio Deck: radiodeck.com/radio/5a09e2de87...7e3370db06d44dc Radio.Net: traxfmlondon.radio.net Stream Radio : streema.com/radios/Trax_FM..The_Originals Live Online Radio: liveonlineradio.net/english/tr...ax-fm-103-3.htm**

Loryn - Fury of Love (Original Mix) Plastik Jesus, Carlos Galavis - Stairway 2 Heaven (Darkleads & Kout 2K24 Remix) Analog Hustlers & Brothers of Funk - Classic Vibes Alex Clubbers & Orebeat - War (Original Mix) Brothers of Funk - 9PM Til I Break (Ondamike 2K22 Peak Hour Mix) Hankook, Citybox, Orebeat - Dangerous Changes (Original Mix) Rasco, Jonay - Come On (Original Mix) DJ Rasco, Unrest feat. Claudia - Never Let Me Go Dubaxface, J-Mag - Never Give Up (Alex Wicked remix) Lady Blackbird - Feel It Comin' (Benga & Sam Frank Extended Remix) Vintage Culture - Find A Way (Extended) Dub Elements - Together (Original Mix) MBreaks - Paradise Plastik Jesus & Carlos Galavis - Stairway 2 Heaven (OnDaMike 2K24 Breaks Remix)

In this episode, we're taking a journey through the world of dubstep music, a genre that started in South London and spread worldwide. From the pioneering sounds of Skream and Benga to the genre-bending innovations of artists like Skrillex, we talk about the significant changes that dubstep went through overtime including a specific type of dubstep called riddim and what makes it unique. So if you're curious about dubstep and want to learn more, tune in! Playlist of songs: Death By Stereo - Plastician Molten - Digital Mystikz Buck & Bury - El-B, Juiceman Night - Benga, Coki Archangel - Burial 0800 Dub - Skream Midnight Request Line - Skream Freakshow - Britney Spears In For The Kill - Skream's Let's Get Ravey Remix - La Roux Bulletproof - Zinc Remix - La Roux Beauty - Silkie Katy on a Mission - Katy B Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites Promises - NERO Bangarang (feat. Sirah) - Skrillex Everyday - Netsky Remix - Rusko Everyday - Rusko Deviance - Dirtyphonics Remix - Excision, Datsik Yasuo - Bommer, Crowell Orgalorg - INFEKT Jotaro - Phiso

Breaks, Dubstep and Drum & Bass this month including a track you need to know from Skream & Benga, plus new music from Stanton Warriors, Flux Pavilion, Rova, VOE, Perfect Kombo and more… 00:00 - Stanton Warriors & Skool of Thought - Afrodisiac 04:44 - Perfect Kombo - Bingo 07:39 - Borai - That's Right 11:53 - Punctual & RY X - You're Not Alone 16:44 - Freq Nasty, Deekline - Every Posse & Crew (Mary Droppinz Remix) 22:03 - Hudson Mohawke, Nikki Nair & Flux Pavilion - Set the Roof (Flux Pavilion Remix) 25:22 - Charli XCX - The Von Dutch Eemix with Skream & Benga 29:29 - Basement Jaxx - Good Luck (Circadian Remix) 32:35 - V.O.E - Blem 35:32 - Rova - Eyes On Me 38:47 - Zombie Cats & Shannan - Cops 41:24 - Mason vs Princess Superstar - Perfect (Exceeder) (1991 Remix) 44:22 - Constrict - Aquarius Girl 49:29 - Dirtyphonics & Circadian - You Want Me 54:03 - Emily Makis & Dux n Bass - My Type feat. Dread MC & T-Man 57:46 - ENiGMA Dubz, Leo Wood - I Still Think of You feat. Leo Wood (Abstrakt Sonance Remix)

Babs Olusanmokun has emerged as a captivating force in the entertainment industry, capturing the attention of distinguished film directors such as Phillip Noyce, Jeymes Samuels, Denis Villeneuve, Nicholas Winding Refn, Guy Richie and others.Since his breakthrough in Hollywood, his trajectory has been nothing short of stellar, marked by a series of standout performances that have fortified an impressive resume. He was recently seen in Jeymes Samuels's Sony/Legendary film “The Book of Clarence” in the scene-stealing role of Asher The Torturer, alongside an incredible cast including David Oyelowo, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Lakeith Stanfield and he reteams with director Guy Ritchie for the upcoming film “Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare” opposite Henry Cavill and Eiza Gonzalez (US April 19th) after having previously appeared in Ritchie's 2021 movie “Wrath of Man.”He currently stars in the Emmy Award-nominated “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds” on Paramount+ as Chief Medical Officer Joseph M'Benga that is currently in production on Season 3 in Toronto.Mr. Olusanmokun appeared as Jamis, in Denis Villeneuve's Academy Award-winning film “Dune,” alongside Timothee Chalamet. He will also be seen in the upcoming “Dune” sequel coming out on March 1.   His first stand out role was as Omoro Kinte in the 2016 reboot of the miniseries “Roots” with Forest Whitaker for director Phillip Noyce.   Other credits include: the Amazon Prime, award-winning series “The Widow,” opposite Kate Beckinsale as well as the neo-noir miniseries “Too Old to Die Young,” from famed Danish art house director Nicholas Winding Refn and opposite Miles Teller and Jena Malone, the riveting "Black Museum" episode of the 2017 award-winning anthology series "Black Mirror, "  Amazon's “Sneaky Pete,” Fox's “Gotham,” HBO's “The Night Of” with Riz Ahmed, and Acorn TV's “The Drowning.”  Theater credits include Yale Repertory- In a Year With 13 Moons opposite Bill Camp and Lynn Nottage's Pulitzer winning Ruined.  Mr. Olusanmokun began his acting journey in New York City. He currently resides in London. In addition to his career in film, he is a Brazilian Jiu-jitsu black belt Champion, adding another dimension to his multifaceted persona. 

Last year, when we wrote that "the best UK garage is coming out of Los Angeles," we were talking about Introspekt. The US DJ, who has since moved to New York, really understands the genre—its appeal, swing and unique, bassy whomp. Listen to any of her tracks, like last year's "Forlorn," and you'll hear someone who produces like she's been making UKG all her life. This is probably partly because she comes from a dubstep background, but either way, if you're looking for new UK garage beats, Introspekt is one of the best going right now. Her DJing also hits a distinct sweet spot, zeroing in one of the proto-dubstep, dark UK garage days when producers like El-B were making the hottest shit around. Her sound is both retro and forward-looking, as you'll hear on her RA Podcast, which balances vintage Big Apple cuts from Skream & Benga with new-school tunes from Amaliah and Surusinghe. It's not so much a throwback as it is a rejuvenation of an old sound—a new way to look at it and a new way to make it. If hindsight is 20/20, then Introspekt has perfect vision, and mixes like this are the perfect way to educate listeners, make them move and innovate a little in the process. @sageintrospekt Read more at https://ra.co/podcast/929

House, funk, soul, bass and beats for open-minded listeners with an old-skool state of mind, presented by DJ D'Francisco. Contact: fdisco@hotmail.com / @frankiedisco54 Catch the pod live every Friday afternoon on www.musicboxradio.co.uk 3-5 UK time, as a podcast or at www.mixcloud.com/francisco Tracklist: Tour Maubourg / Ismael Ndir - Ode To Love (Panorama Version)Terry Callier - Love Theme from Spartacus (4 Hero Remix)100% Pure Poison - Windy CBubba Suggs - Everything Looks GoodRubi Du - Day DreamingKoffee - BurningDamian Marley - Welcome to JamrockDefinition of Sound - When the Lion AwakensMikey Dread - Signal 1Jeff Mills - Methane BubblesArt of Tones - I Don't Think That's MusicKechia Jenkins - I Need Someboodycorto. alto - Slope (Opolopo remix)Galletly - Rock the BreakFunkadelic - One Nation Under a GrooveJoker - S WaveBenga - Crunked UpM-Dubs - Over Here Levi, Toddla T, Nadia Rose & Anaïs (UK) - Hey Hey HeyRoni Size & Reprazent - Share the Fall ft BahamadiaYours - Donde Esta (Masters At Work Remix)The Bongo Man - Jingo Ugwanda (Chus Muchodrums Rework)Latin Kings - I Want to KnowTipica 73 - Sonaremos el TamboDonald Byrd - Think Twice

Here's the latest news from the world of Omniglot. There are new language pages about: North Teke (Latege), a Bantu language spoken mainly in the southeast of Gabon, and also in the east of The Republic of the Congo. Benga, a Bantu language spoken in southwestern Equatorial Guinea and northwestern Gabon. Bamunka (Ŋgieməkɔʼkə), a Central […]

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Craig Counsell gets win #700 as Brewers Manager as Brew Crew closes in on NL Central crown; Bri makes his CFB Week #4 picks (Ole Miss to upset Bama and the Irish to upset the Buckeyes) and his NFL Week 3 predictions (Packers, Jags and must win Bengals all hold serve at home.)

The horrors of war are revisited on the crew of the Enterprise when a Klingon ambassador forces M'Benga to turn back on his Jason Bourne training. Keith and Mike take a deep dive into Strange New Worlds and the foxiest of Silver Foxes Captain Pike, Spock and the crew of the Enterprise 1701. Each week they discuss behind-the-scenes trivia with a breakdown of the entire episode ending with awarding it a Self-Sealing Stem Bolts rating!! *This is an audio-only feed of K&M's Video Podcast found here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLidGSKPjKhVIq_37byuJZ6QElp80T3a7N0

Biff Flaccid stopped by for a rowdy techno set, streamed 2023-06-10 on Twitch (twitch.tv/Quinquatrus) The last hour is bananas, my favorite part. Tracklist: 01. Underjack - Siberia 02. Schwefelgelb - Fokus 03. Fabrizio Lapiana - Eisfabrik 04. Sooth - Windy Memory 05. Synthek - Backward 06. Abstract Division - Activated 07. Schwefelgelb - Aus dem Hals der Flasche 08. Volruptus - Shake That Butt! (Bass Vessel) 09. Aria Bare - ow :( [b] 10. LaFontaine - Dehumanized 11. Diepzeebeest - Medusae (Tiefton Remix) 12. Inland - Consensual Telepathy 13. NEEN - Dubbio (Dangelo Remix) 14. Lakej - Equation Of State 15. Terence Fixmer - Blizzard 16. LaFontaine - Portal 2 Space 17. Evigt Mörker - Trias Oxe 18. Modular Phaze - Chaos 19. slono - Stetson 20. Aria Bare - ow :( [a] 21. Martin Stagnaro - Paciente 0 22. RVDE - XXX 23. Asllan - Courage 24. Mr. Dello - 4th Dimension 25. Andrew Fetch - Sustenance 26. P4PS - Parametrale 27. Mercury 200 - Gangsters Of The Groove 28. синтез - Cariatides 29. Uun - Doombringer 30. Decoder - Bhuda (Marcelo Antonio Remix) 31. Boys Noize - Dynamite (feat. Benga) 32. Ryker - I want your body 33. Freiheit - Rollin' 34. Alignment - Time 35. SCHRZØ - Broken Transistors 36. SCHRZØ - Prisma (Robert Hoff Remix) 37. P4PS - Esthar 38. Arkan - Perking Up 39. Tellurian - Big Bad City (Dax J Mix) 40. D.Dan - Escape From The Echo Chamber 41. Remy Julien - Energie (Van Dexter Remix) 42. Crystal Energy - Oli nores 43. EVA808 - Low Hoe 44. Choongum - Honey Muscle 45. Bjarki & Kuldaboli - Ú Je Je 46. Uun - Antifaschistische Aktion 47. Imminent Collision - Attack To The Mothership 48. Inner Dynasty - A1 49. Deep Dimension - Goodnight Ravers 50. Á&H - Dolli Dropi 51. Vladimir Dubyshkin - MILF Stalker 52. Answer Friend Request - Behringerbandpass (V2) 53. DJ Bazootka - Camel Ciggie & You 54. Bjarki & Kuldaboli - Karmageddon (deepfake mix) 55. Kevin Ferhati - Basilika 56. Scandal Jenner - Nettfliss 57. Cucumb45 - Yamaha DJ [feat Jessie Hill] 58. Objekt - Ballast

"I've been lucky to work with some of my favourite artists of all time." The Grammy Award-winning producer discusses working with Jay-Z, throwing dubstep parties and his new album. Many people know James Blake as the singer behind the breakout cover of Feist's "Limit To Your Love," which was a hit in the underground and global pop music charts, or the Grammy Award-winning producer who has worked with artists like Beyonce, Frank Ocean, Vince Staples and Bon Iver, among many others. Before all of this, Blake was making records for R&S and Hemlock—two UK mainstays in the dubstep and garage scenes. As a 20-year-old, he was also throwing bass nights on his Goldsmiths University campus called The Bass Society, inviting the likes of Skream & Benga to empty auditoriums. Back then, “we never made any money," he describes in this week's RA Exchange. "But we had so much fun. The feeling of promoting a night and getting Distance to come and play your night, even if there were only 20 people there, just felt like such a massive achievement." His passion for this music never left, and now he's coming full circle with his album Playing Robots Into Heaven, out September 8th. For more on his vision behind this new record, his collage-like production techniques and his take on being a producer versus an artist, listen to the episode in full.

O maluco saiu do banheiro desprevenido. A bichona rendeu ele ali memo, arrastou até a cama, tirou bermuda e cueca, plugou a raba, lambiscou a cabeça da massaroca e sentou. Tomou tapinhas na teta até a benga ficar leitada. Ela se masturba. Love, Abhiy Nesse link tem tudo! Apoiar o Podcast TP, comprar o curso QUEM DISSE QUE DÓI? e adquirir os meus livros. https://bio.link/abhiyana Ou acesse o link da bio do meu instagram @abhiyana e @textosputos Idealização, locução e roteiro: @abhiyana | @textosputos Edição e trilha sonora: @hauxaudio Parceria comercial e pix de amor: textosputos@gmail.com LOVE.    

Esta semana reseñamos dos episodios... Primero lo que creiamos imposible Lower Decks y Strange New worlds... dos series tan distintas pero a la vez tan similares... los dos grandes exitos de Star trek hoy mezclados... Un gran episodio que logra atar algunos cabos y lo mejor entretener al la fiel audiencia trekkie. Y luego un episodio que no dejo a nadia sin pensar... Oculta algo mas el Doctor M'Benga? Bajo el manto de la guerra , la crudeza de la guerra llega a Star Trek de una forma nunca antes vista... Una persona intentando redimirse y otra con heridas que aun no sanan. No se pierdan esta reseña doble.

War! Finally, we get (some of) the story about M’Benga and Chapel’s time during the Klingon war. There’s a “Deep Space Nine” level of darkness in this episode, but did it succeed at what it was trying to do? Or was it just a cup of cold replicated Raktajino? Scott McNulty and Jason Snell.

This week on Random Trek, Captain Ingle and I set a course for the early adventures of the USS Enterprise under the command of Captain Christopher Pike. This week, an alien entity sends the crew into a fantasy world draw from a children's story book where Dr. M'Benga must reach the ending of the tale. Join us as we dive into an episode that is very much in the tradition of classics such as The Squire of Gothos and Shore Leave. Join us as we go boldly! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/pageturnerstheywerenot/message

Welcome to another fun-filled episode of the SFP-NOW TV Reviews Show. In this episode, Ian and Marx are once again joined by Supergeeked Up's Jeff Burns as we boldly go where we always go in order to discuss the latest genre television. After our brief catch-up discussion in which gaming and Jeff's writing comes up as well as an update about 'Tales of Monstrosity: Monsters, Myths, and Miscreants'. We transition smoothly into the TV Reviews. On the menu for this week's episode and in no particular order are the Amazon Prime series Citadel as we discuss that finale, The Grython, Sky Televisions The Lazarus Project, which is returning for a second season soon. Netflix's Fubar and of course the return of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. We kick off with a chat about the series finale of Citadel, which impressed us with its high-octane stunts and solid acting. Ian and Marx felt that some of the flashback scenes on the show were a bit dominant in regards to they slowed down the story somewhat. But we all pretty much agreed that it is good to have a good spy series on TV again. While on the subject of Clandestine organizations that feature as a plot device in TV series. Ian brings his belated discovery of The Lazarus Project to the table and talks a little about the show, which is due to drop its second season on Sky Television pretty soon. Ian and Marx give their initial reaction to the series as they discuss the first episode and delve a little into what it is setting up. We both liked the edginess of the show. And the fact that The Lazarus Project is trying to stop world-ending events via the use of Time Travel. Finally. We wrap things up with a discussion about Star Trek: Strange New Worlds and give our thoughts on the opening episode 'Broken Circle' in which we get introduced to a new character as well as get a few hints at what is to come in future episodes of the show. In terms of the episode itself. Jeff has quite a lot to say about the action scene, which features Dr. M'Benga and Nurse Chapel. To hear what we have to share. Tune in and join us as we have fun discussing and critiquing the latest in Genre Television.

Monogràfic Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, primera temporada amb espòilers. Fem la crítica de la sèrie, expliquem com es va crear i repassem el cast encapçalat per Anson Mount, Ethan Peck i Rebecca Romijn. Continuem amb el disseny de producció, el rodatge i la música. A partir del minut 47, entrem en les trames. Comencem pel primer i el sisè episodi i continuem per les trames dels personatges: Pike i el destí, Spock i la relació amb T’Pring, Una i els Illyrian, M’Benga i la seva filla, La’an i els gorn i Uhura i el seu lloc en el món. Tanquem amb apunts sobre la segona i tercera temporada. Aquesta setmana amb l’Ignasi Arbat, la Marta Sanz i en Sergi Toboso. Web: https://www.ningunoesperfecte.cat Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ningunoesperfecte

On today's show we interview Benga Adeeko, the CEO of MQT Innovations, maker of the NewGait device, an innovative gait rehab device. An engineer by background, Benga accidentally stumbled into the rehab world with his product that was originally designed to help athletes sprint faster when a physical therapist tried the device on her patient with an incomplete spinal cord injury. Pre-NewGait the patient's walking was extremely limited, but after training with the NewGait she was able to complete a 5K and has since recovered function fully. We asked Benga all about how the device works, who it works best for, can patients don/doff it, how does it fit into the plan of care, and more! It is so helpful to learn all about the things that are out there to assist our patients with their recovery. Sometimes as a clinician the right tool can help accelerate a patient's progress, and this may be one of them for you like it's shaping up to be for Erin's client! Learn more about NewGait and Benga at: www.thenewgait.com https://www.facebook.com/TheNewGait/ https://www.instagram.com/the_newgait/ https://www.linkedin.com/company/thenewgait/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/benga-adeeko info@thenewgait.com Watch videos and testimonials here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAOL4NzPl3FmZzvadDRWkmg  

Steve is joined by his best friend Phil to cover season 2 of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. In the season premiere title "The Broken Circle," they discuss their history with Star Trek, what makes a great Starfleet captain, what their catchphrase would be, as well as recap the episode beat by beat. This first episode sees Captain Pike take a back seat to Mr. Spock, who leads the team on a daring rescue mission to aid Lieutenant Singh. M'Benga and Nurse Chapel juice up to fight some Klingons, and we are introduced to the Enterprise's newest engineer! In our coverage we have some new segments. We will open up the coms to some listener questions, pick our favorite actor or actress in a segment we are calling 'Acting Captain,' and share our favorite moment of the episode in a segment that still needs a title! If you have a great Strange New Worlds themed title for favorite moments write them in! 00:00:00 - Introduction 00:01:31 - History with Star Trek 00:12:08 - Ranking Trek Captains 00:18:49 - Scene by Scene Recap 01:16:22 - Acting Captain 01:19:14 - Favorite Moment 01:22:44 - Listener Questions ⁠⁠⁠We're on YouTube!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠We got BRAND NEW merch!⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join the conversation at streamingthingspod@gmail.com For Streaming Things updates, follow us on Instagram:@streamingthingspodofficial Follow us all on Twitter!@StreamThingPod for the show. @moviesRtherapy for Chris. @stevemay13 for Steve. ⁠⁠⁠⁠This month Streaming Things is brought to you by...

Christine Kamau is a Trumpeter, Composer and Performing Artist from Kenya. Her Trumpet playing has been described as 'a wide-eared approach to jazz, paying attention to various styles without losing the jazz tonality'. Kamau credits her musical influences to Hugh Masekela, Maroon Commandos, Miles Davis among others. In 2012, Christine Kamau released an 8-track instrumental Afro-Jazz album titled 'This is for You'. The album offers an exciting listening experience, the music being a fusion of jazz with African music elements of ‘Benga' and Rhumba'. This debut release earned positive reviews from the music community and also saw Kamau featured on a BBC music program titled ‘Africa Beats' a series that showcased emerging music talent from Africa. A keen collaborator and campaigner for music as a tool for propagating unity, and having graced various stages around the continent, Christine Kamau has established a name on the African Jazz scene.

Kenyan guitarist, singer/songwriter Shifton Onyango AKA Winyo re-emerges in Nairobi's live music scene with Benga Connect, his first performance since the pandemic. Bill Odidi takes us there and speaks with the artist after the show. Mariam Kurtz joins our weekly Drop the Needle segment and Heather curates a mixed playlist of fine music from Senegal, Ghana, South Sudan, Nigeria and more.

Primeira aparição do Dr. M'Benga e dos Mugatos recebe a trilha de comentários do podcast. O post Cérebro de Spock #48 – “A Private Little War” apareceu primeiro em Trek Brasilis - A fonte definitiva de Star Trek (Jornada nas Estrelas) em português.

Nach einer kleinen Pause geht's bei uns mit Grawinkel vom Leipziger Soundsystem Kollektiv 2 Guys 1 Dub weiter. Seit er durch Dubstep seinen Weg in die Bass Music Szene fand, ist er seinem Genre treu geblieben und ist mit einer Reihe abwechslungsreicher und ausgesprochen guter Releases z.B. für das kalifornische Label Badman Studios oder die beglische Dubstep Institution DUPLOC am Start. Grawinkels Set für usere Reihe ist ein Mix oldschooliger und neuer Dubstep Gems mit deutlich hörbaren Einflüssen der Croydon Pioneers. Links: https://soundcloud.com/grawinkel https://grawinkel.bandcamp.com/ https://www.instagram.com/gra.winkel/ https://www.facebook.com/Grawinkel/ https://soundcloud.com/2guys1dub Tracklist: Sentient & Kahter - Node Sentient - SWSL Fused Forces - Skin Out Kromestar - First Kind Goth-Trad - Babylon Fall (ft. Max Romeo) RSD - Pretty Bright Light Rareman - Tribute 16bit - Fort Fiesta Alxzndr - M4 Grawinkel - Struggle Infekt - Kefir Preditah - Nosy Parker Enigma Dubz - We make it Work (ft. Trilla & Screama) Pharma - Shift (Causa Remix) Foamplate - 7.5 Coki - Bloodthirst DZ - Strong On Ya Kromestar - Serial Killers Hatcha & Benga - 10 Tons heavy P Money - Sisters Causa - Kreamy Trends & Boylan - Norman Bates (Cimm Remix) Ome - Jurassic Panix - Sensmilla Two Rangers - The Marble Cimm - Endless Sky Grawinkel - Dangerdrip Grawinkel - Dirty Hiss Seek - Anarchy Causa - GTEC Grawinkel - Peach on Extasy Deft - Skin Havelock - Untitled Brock Relict - ID Signs & Shield - The Message Havelock - Chamber You like our podcast and want to get to know Infinite Sequence? Find us at: soundcloud.com/infinitesequence/ podcasts.apple.com/de/podcast/infi…st/id1176967264 facebook.com/infinitesequencedd instagram.com/infinite_sequence

Nyokabi Kariūki, Moor Mother, Edward Wakili-Hick and KMRU discuss yelling to the universe, why making music is easy, quick thinking collaborations, what experimentalism means to them, and struggling through your processes. Nyokabi Kariūki grew up in Nairobi and played classical piano from an early age, before moving to New York to study composition. Her sound is guided by a love for experimentation, improvisation and collaboration. KMRU, a sound artist and musician who is also from Nairobi, is one of the leading exponents of Kenya's experimental music scene. His hypnotic ambient music is made up of environmental sounds and field recordings; he's also the grandson of the influential Benga and gospel artist Joseph Kamaru. Nigerian-British musician and drummer Edward Wakili-Hick is a member of renowned jazz quartet Sons of Kemet. His most recent project, Nok Cultural Ensemble, draws on Afro-diasporic percussive traditions to create a sound that looks both to the past and the future. Poet, musician and educator Camae Ayewa, aka Moor Mother, is one of the most in-demand musicians around. Her sound delves into free jazz, soul and Black classical traditions.

I brist på bröd, får man äta limpa. Så uttryckte sig ofta min kompis Benga, back in the days. Vi var väl 14-15 år och i den åldern vill man gärna slänga sig med uttryck som visar att man hänger med i svängarna. Jag använder det fortfarande. Bara för att det låter snyggt. För övrigt … Fortsätt läsa 23 november. November! →

Guest Mix by DJ VALERIE: 01. Watch The Ride x Nia Archives — Mash Up The Dance 02. Neuromancer - Pennywise Unkut 2020 VIP 03. Jayline — Anglo Saxxon 04. Kasra & Bou & Enei - No Logos (Original Mix) 05. QZB - We Pretend (feat. Charli Brix) 06. Aphrodite - Summer Breeze 07. Saxxon — Junction 08. Dub Pistols feat. Ragga Twins — Lively (Danny Wav Remix) 09. Benga & Coki - Night (Kōshin Bootleg) 10. Substense - Confession (Original Mix) 11. Deekline, Specimen A - Click Clack 12. Alex Reece - Pulp Fiction (Lynx 2010 Edit) 13. Break & Total Science - Betamax 14. NINA SIMONE - I Feeling Good (NEOH Remix) 15. Slaine - Tear It Down (Original Mix) 16. SHY FX, T-Power - Rising High 17. Saxxon — House in the Hills 18. Refracta — Dive 19. D Livin, Serum - Why (Serum Remix) 20. Vinyl Junkie, Sanxion feat. Bushman - Talk Too Much 21. Nkls & Raxx - Break It Off (Original Mix) 22. Mr Explicit - Jungle Relapse 23. MR ALF-E - WU TANG PART2 24. Veak - Straight up Menace (Original Mix) 25. Fork and Knife - Bean 26. Disclosure - What's In Your Head (Sl8r Bootleg) v2 27. Dr Meaker, Voltage - Baddest DJ 28. Billy Daniel Bunter, Sanxion, Mr Dan & Sparks - Body Slam (Modified Motion Remix)

Guest Mix by DJ VALERIE: 01. Watch The Ride x Nia Archives — Mash Up The Dance 02. Neuromancer - Pennywise Unkut 2020 VIP 03. Jayline — Anglo Saxxon 04. Kasra & Bou & Enei - No Logos (Original Mix) 05. QZB - We Pretend (feat. Charli Brix) 06. Aphrodite - Summer Breeze 07. Saxxon — Junction 08. Dub Pistols feat. Ragga Twins — Lively (Danny Wav Remix) 09. Benga & Coki - Night (Kōshin Bootleg) 10. Substense - Confession (Original Mix) 11. Deekline, Specimen A - Click Clack 12. Alex Reece - Pulp Fiction (Lynx 2010 Edit) 13. Break & Total Science - Betamax 14. NINA SIMONE - I Feeling Good (NEOH Remix) 15. Slaine - Tear It Down (Original Mix) 16. SHY FX, T-Power - Rising High 17. Saxxon — House in the Hills 18. Refracta — Dive 19. D Livin, Serum - Why (Serum Remix) 20. Vinyl Junkie, Sanxion feat. Bushman - Talk Too Much 21. Nkls & Raxx - Break It Off (Original Mix) 22. Mr Explicit - Jungle Relapse 23. MR ALF-E - WU TANG PART2 24. Veak - Straight up Menace (Original Mix) 25. Fork and Knife - Bean 26. Disclosure - What's In Your Head (Sl8r Bootleg) v2 27. Dr Meaker, Voltage - Baddest DJ 28. Billy Daniel Bunter, Sanxion, Mr Dan & Sparks - Body Slam (Modified Motion Remix)

Sendung vom 25.08.2022: Tiere, die es wegen ihrer Krankheit oder Vorgeschichte schwer haben, ein neues Zuhause zu finden, werden Sorgenfellchen genannt. So zum Beispiel die 15 Jahre alte Benga.

It’s time for the old Star Trek chestnut, a costume fantasy episode! And another chestnut, a people-not-behaving-like-themselves episode! Two great tastes…do they taste great together? In this episode of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (S1E8 – “The Elysian Kingdom”), Dr. M’Benga is the only sane man on a starship that has been transformed into a […] The post One Upon a Starship: Strange New Worlds S01E08 appeared first on Crossroads Comedy Theater.

On this special edition of Strange New Pod, the crew welcomes Strange New Worlds Costume Designer Bernadette Croft to the show! Plus, Erik, Erin, Girafe, Hawk, and Julian review the fantastical 8th episode of the series, 'The Elysian Kingdom."Timestamps: 2:05-30:07: Bernadette Croft Interview - Bernadette shares what it was like attending her first convention at Missions Chicago, her inspiration for the fantasy costumes of "The Elysian Kingdom," and much more. Don't worry, we talk about the return of the green command tunic too!30:29-1:50:10: "The Elysian Kingdom" Review  - What happens when Dr. M'Benga walks onto the bridge of the Enterprise only to find out that it has been transformed into the fantastical kingdom of Elysia from the book he reads to his daughter? Why has Captain Pike become a bumbling buffoon? What is the Mercury Stone and who is controlling this fantasy reality? And finally, how do the crew feel about the doctor's heartbreaking decision with Rukiya at the end of the episode? The crew breaks it all down!1:50:10: Subspace T'Poll & Mailbag      Plus, the crew member of the week and so much more on this PACKED 89th episode of Strange New PodSupport the show

Have a rocky #RelationshipWithMoney? Struggling to attract abundance and #GrowYourBusiness? Listen now to this interview with Barbara Benga, #MoneyMindset and #BusinessCoach to learn how you can heal your #moneyrelationship to create the happiness and abundance you desire with fun and ease!Right now Barbara has this FREEBIE available in the month of June: 2 free 3-part coaching sessions, valued at $599 - to help you CLOSE YOUR GAPS in business and start creating consistent income. Contact Barbara via hi@barbarabbengacoaching.com to apply!Connect and learn more about Barbara at: https://www.instagram.com/barbarabengacoaching/ https://www.facebook.com/barbara.bengawww.BarbaraBengaCoaching.com#MoneyMindsetMatters #moneymindsetcoach #moneymindsetmastery ---------------------------ABOUT SAMIA:Samia Bano is the #HappinessExpert, author, speaker, podcaster & coach for coaches and healers. Samia is most known for her book, 'Make Change Fun and Easy' and her #podcast of the same name. With the help of her signature Follow Your Heart Process™, a unique combination of #PositivePsychology and the spiritual wisdom of our most effective #ChangeMakers, Samia helps you overcome #LimitingBeliefs, your chains of fear, to develop a #PositiveMindset and create the impact and income you desire with fun and ease…Samia's advanced signature programs include the Happiness 101 Class and the Transformative Action Training.Samia is also a Certified #ReikiHealer and Crisis Counselor working to promote #MentalHealthAwareness. Samia models #HeartCenteredLeadership and business that is both #SociallyResponsible and #EnvironmentallyFriendly.Samia is a practicing #Muslim with an inter-spiritual approach. As someone who has a love and appreciation for diversity, she is a #BridgeBuilder between people of different faiths and cultures. Although Samia currently lives in California, USA, she has lived in 3 other countries and speaks Hindi, Urdu, and English fluently. To Book your Free HAPPINESS 101 EXPLORATION CALL with Samia, click: https://my.timetrade.com/book/JX9XJ

Have a rocky #RelationshipWithMoney? Struggling to attract abundance and #GrowYourBusiness? Listen now to this interview with Barbara Benga, #MoneyMindset and #BusinessCoach to learn how you can heal your #moneyrelationship to create the happiness and abundance you desire with fun and ease!Right now Barbara has this FREEBIE available in the month of June: 2 free 3-part coaching sessions, valued at $599 - to help you CLOSE YOUR GAPS in business and start creating consistent income. Contact Barbara via hi@barbarabbengacoaching.com to apply!Connect and learn more about Barbara at: https://www.instagram.com/barbarabengacoaching/ https://www.facebook.com/barbara.bengawww.BarbaraBengaCoaching.com#MoneyMindsetMatters #moneymindsetcoach #moneymindsetmastery ---------------------------ABOUT SAMIA:Samia Bano is the #HappinessExpert, author, speaker, podcaster & coach for coaches and healers. Samia is most known for her book, 'Make Change Fun and Easy' and her #podcast of the same name. With the help of her signature Follow Your Heart Process™, a unique combination of #PositivePsychology and the spiritual wisdom of our most effective #ChangeMakers, Samia helps you overcome #LimitingBeliefs, your chains of fear, to develop a #PositiveMindset and create the impact and income you desire with fun and ease…Samia's advanced signature programs include the Happiness 101 Class and the Transformative Action Training.Samia is also a Certified #ReikiHealer and Crisis Counselor working to promote #MentalHealthAwareness. Samia models #HeartCenteredLeadership and business that is both #SociallyResponsible and #EnvironmentallyFriendly.Samia is a practicing #Muslim with an inter-spiritual approach. As someone who has a love and appreciation for diversity, she is a #BridgeBuilder between people of different faiths and cultures. Although Samia currently lives in California, USA, she has lived in 3 other countries and speaks Hindi, Urdu, and English fluently. To Book your Free HAPPINESS 101 EXPLORATION CALL with Samia, click: https://my.timetrade.com/book/JX9XJ

1. Neekeetone - Metal Moon [Forthcoming Nice Up!] 2. Mala - Changes (Neekeetone Jungle Rework) [Bandcamp] 3. Champion Sound - Continuum [Influential] 4. Champion Sound - Ivan [Forthcoming Influential] 5. Skream - Midnight Request Line (Neekeetone Jungle Rework) [Bandcamp] 6. Champion Sound - Total [Influential] 7. Neekeetone - Turbosoundboy [Forthcoming Nice Up!] 8. NRG - Helpless (Champion Sound Remix) [Kniteforce Remix Records] 9. Burial - Archangel (Neekeetone Jungle Rework)[Bandcamp] 10. Neekeetone - Supashotz [Dubplate] 11. Champion Sound - Posse [Forthcoming Sozialistischer Plattenbau] 12. Benga & Coki - Night (Neekeetone Jungle Rework)[Bandcamp] 13. Neekeetone - Helicopta [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 14. Dub Killer - Stop (Neekeetone Jungle Rework)[Bandcamp] 15. Egoless - Like A Nuclear Bomb (Neekeetone Jungle Rework)[Bandcamp] 16. Champion Sound - Eyez [Dubplate] 17. Neekeetone - Time [Forthcoming Nice Up!] 18. Neekeetone - One Love [Forthcoming Nice Up!] 19. Neekeetone - Hypnotize [Forthcoming Nice Up!] 20. Neekeetone - Bells [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 21. Neekeetone - Foundation [Forthcoming Nice Up!] 22. Neekeetone - Play Me [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 23. Neekeetone - Jahsteez [Dubplate] 24. Champion Sound - Through The Roots [Through These Eyes] 25. Champion Sound - Bridges (DJ Sappo Remix) [Dubplate] 26. Joker - Mad Night(Neekeetone Jungle Rework)[Bandcamp] 27. Champion Sound - Vershun Excursion [Through These Eyes] 28. Champion Sound - Murdah Di Bwoi [Influential] 29. Unknown Artist - Unknown [Uncultured] 30. Champion Sound - Gun Fevah [Forthcoming 45Seven] 31. Neekeetone - General [Dubplate] 32. Neekeetone - Junglist Champion [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 33. Neekeetone - Not Alone [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 34. Neekeetone - Warship [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 35. Champion Sound - Science [Forthcoming Influential] 36. Champion Sound - Southern Connection [Forthcoming Influential] 37. Unknown Artist - Do U Mind [Forthcoming Uncultured] 38. Unknown Artist - Alicia [Forthcoming Uncultured] 39. Neekeetone - Control [Forthcoming Time Tunnel] 40. DMZ - Anti-War Dub (Neekeetone Jungle Rework)[Bandcamp]

Hosts Cam Smith and Tyler Orton stare into their desk lamps while breaking down the latest episode of Strange New Worlds, Ghosts of Illyria. From Una's shocking backstory, to Doctor M'Benga's tragic secret and the return of Enterprise aliens the Illyrians, the duo talk it all through. Plus, the hosts discuss Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness spoilers. Right-click to download.Read more »

It's SNP's final live episode review before Julian and Girafe grab a shuttle ride to Mission Chicago!Join the crew as they react to the latest set of Strange New Worlds character teasers featuring Doctor M'Benga and Nurse Chapel. Erik also explains why he's choosing not to watch the plethora of previews we've gotten this week.Then, it's on to our review of episode 205 of Star Trek Picard, "Fly Me to the Moon." At the show's midpoint already, we're introduced to Dr. Adam Soong and his daughter Kore. How does Q come face to face with Soong and what is his play? Jean-Luc also meets the watcher. What's her connection to The Orginal Series and why is Picard's ancestor Renee so important to fixing the timeline? Finally, the Borg Queen makes a big play. What are the ramifications for Agnus and the crew?We break it all down; plus the strange new loop, mailbag, and much more on episode 76 of Strange New Pod!Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/astrangenewpod)

In this episode audio entertainment expert Rachel Barton joins Nikki to talk about her career in radio. Starting out as a trainee on Pete Tong's show, Rachel went on to produce many other shows including Annie Mac, Kissy Sell Out and Dance Anthems as well as heading up outside broadcasts in Ibiza and Miami. Rachel continued to push herself and launched her own company Grape in 2011, winning pitches to produce Radio 1 shows for Annie Mac, Rob da Bank, Annie Nightingale, Skream & Benga and Dance Anthems, as well as launching the Future Dance show with Sarah Story and The Blessed Madonna show on 6 Music. As well as radio shows, Rachel and the Grape team have branched out into podcasts and produces one of Spotify's top rated shows ‘Who We Be_TALKS'.

LINKS BELOW ⬇️ | OUR EPISODE THIS WEEK INCLUDES:Full Description of New Gait TechnologyChronic Pain BenefitsHow New Gait Improves Walking SpeedData Collected What Providers Are Using New GaitAND MUCH MOREChapters

In Episode 6 it was our pleasure to welcome Benga  Adeeko from New Gait to the Know Stroke Podcast.Benga's quick bio:  Benga originally co-founded his company as a sports performance equipment company. As a former Division 1 college sprinter, USA Track & Field Level 1 certified coach, and professionally licensed mechanical engineer, he had the passion and know-how to develop The SpeedMaker, which is a training device used by athletes to increase strength and power in the hip extensors. The application of the SpeedMaker in the healthcare industry has led to the development of  New Gait, an assistive mobility aid that can provide help in training for movement pattern restoration both in the clinic and for use at home to safely increase gait training practice.Contact Benga:email: benga@thenewgait.comwebsite: thenewgait.comThis episode can be played on all your favorite podcast players by searching Know Stroke Podcast.  The direct link to our podcast website is here:https://knowstrokepodcast.buzzsprout....Watch this episode on our YouTube Channel: https://youtu.be/2Siyf0q-lAUMusic Credit to JAKEEZo on Soundcloud  @user-257386777About this podcast:Welcome to the Know Stroke Podcast of Co-Founders David Dansereau and Michael Garrow to support the reach of our growing TeamEnable Us Community and the Mission of our EnableUs Digital Stroke Support Platform at enable4us.comWe get you caught up on the latest stroke science, worldwide community support collaborations and interview top researchers and health care experts in the field. We also invite all stroke thrivers to join us so together we can share success to help you manage your own condition and maximize your true rehabilitation potential and preventive care.Want to join us as a stroke thriver guest and tell your stroke story on our website or this podcast? Contact us here: https://enable4us.com/survivor-storiesComplete our know stroke patient survey at https://know-stroke.orgSupport the show (https://paypal.me/SmartMovesPT)For more information about joining our show or advertising with us visit: https://enable4us.comSupport the show (https://paypal.me/SmartMovesPT)

House, funk, soul, bass and beats for open-minded listeners with an old-skool state of mind. More info at www.francisco.vibecast.com Catch the pod live every Tuesday evening on Electric Lion Radio www.electriclionradio.com or as a podcast on Podbean, ACast, ITunes or Tunein Full track-listing below and at www.mixcloud.com/francisco  Itunes / Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/the-payback/id1462966565 Tracklist: Salah Ananse - David Danced Ft. Princess La Tremenda (Original) Sophie Lloyd, Dames Brown - Calling Out (Floorplan Extended Revival Mix) UR - First Galactic Baptist Church Brenda & The Tabulations - Going All the Way Down (Francisco Edit) Gladys Knight -  Who is He (Francisco Edit) Chocolate Milk - Action Speaks Louder (Francisco Edit) Mike Dunn - Strut Cho Phunky Stuff (Sho' Nuff) (Mike Dunn Extended Black Glitter MixX) Jelly Bean - Spillin the Beans Art of Tones - Have Fun for A Little Scottie Dee - Lost in Abyss Louie Vega, Cerrone - Love Ritual - Dance Ritual (Love Ritual) (Main Mix) MAW - Expensive Osayomore Joseph & The Creative Seven - Africa is My Root The Staple Singers - Slippery People Wayward - Ridge Road The Electroliners - Loose Caboose (Bassbin Twins Remix) Altern 8 - Infiltrate 202 Q100 - Coleslaw Benga - 26 Basslines Prince Far I - Gimme Version

Chapters00:00 - Introduction00:31 - Career Beginnings07:24 - Going Freelance11:15 - Personality12:17 - Working In A Team13:39 - Challenges Of Being Freelance15:39 - Not Limiting Yourself17:43 - Make Yourself Employable20:46 - EndingDean James Barratt BiogDean James Barratt is a Grammy nominated mix engineer based in London, UK who has worked with numerous artists and on film and television soundtracks. He has credits on tracks by Jess Glynne, Nina Nesbitt, Craig David, Ray BLK, Shy FX (including Jorja Smith and Rag N Bone Man remixes) and Meridian Dan.Dean has a strong love of reggae and dub breaks and has been a part of the club and bass music scene, mixing for the likes of Skream, Benga, MistaJam and Ministry of Sound.Film & TV credits include work on Human Planet,  Midnights Children, Blindsight and The Namesake.He's also recorded and mixed the soundtracks for the Games Enslaved and Heavenly Sword. https://www.deanjamesbarratt.com/Sam Inglis BiogEditor In Chief Sam Inglis has been with Sound On Sound for more than 20 years. He is a recording engineer, producer, songwriter and folk musician who studies the traditional songs of England and Scotland, and the author of Neil Young's Harvest (Bloomsbury, 2003) and Teach Yourself Songwriting (Hodder, 2006).