Podcast appearances and mentions of billie eillish

durée : 00:59:08 - Romero Lubambo, un nouveau son dans la guitare jazz brésilienne - par : Sébastien Llinares - "La guitare de Lubambo rythmique et vive peut réagir, interagir, sans jamais perdre ni le Groove, ni l'harmonie. Il est appelé à dialoguer avec le chant d'Astrud Gilberto, Dianne Reeves, Diana Krall, Luciana Souza ... La pop star Billie Eillish pour sa chanson Billie Bossa Nova !" Sébastien Llinarès - réalisé par : Patrick Lérisset

Valerie Alden shares her admiration for Billie Eillish & Finneas' incredible mom, Maggie Baird!Follow Us On Social Media:IG & TikTok- @theflame_esFollow Valerie On Social Media:IG & X- @valeriealden_TikTok- @valeriealdenPhotography IG- iphonephotos____by_valerieHost: Rob CaoSpecial Guest: Valerie Alden

durée : 00:59:08 - Romero Lubambo, un nouveau son dans la guitare jazz brésilienne - par : Sébastien Llinares - "La guitare de Lubambo rythmique et vive peut réagir, interagir, sans jamais perdre ni le Groove, ni l'harmonie. Il est appelé à dialoguer avec le chant d'Astrud Gilberto, Dianne Reeves, Diana Krall, Luciana Souza ... La pop star Billie Eillish pour sa chanson Billie Bossa Nova !" Sébastien Llinarès - réalisé par : Patrick Lérisset

If you ever had an inquiry about how the minds of Devin and John work, look no further than this episode. At the time of streaming, the Grammy's were almost a week prior, and we had not only no interest in watching, but a firm reason to see everything get a little bit more exciting than previous years. How did we make that happen? By creating our predictions along with professional wrestling input! Join these two idiots as they break down how Billie Eillish spears Sabrina Carpenter through the barricade, Post Malone fights alone, and how R-Truth looks to win Money in the Bank against Beyonce. Don't try and make sense of it - we sure as hell didn't.

Donald Trump’s wild plans for the Middle East, the AFL world in mourning after another player's death, and Meghan Markle teams up with Billie Eillish to help a young girl. For more, head to news.com.auSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Joe Escalante's weekly dive into Hollywood's backside (business end of showbiz). This week: a look at the Golden Globes and the politics of award shows. Joe explains the reasons why no one wanted to see an anti-Trump movie (there are millions). Also, the latest from the Blake Lively/Justin Baldoni issues... it's a mess. At least the movie is finished filming, but damn...And... are eco-friendly touring practices taking over the music industry? Joe complains about musicians like Billie Eillish and Coldplay planting trees and trying to save the environment, while riding private jets.

On this all-new E! News, Billie Eillish is hit in the face with an object while performing in concert. Next, Oprah pulls off the ultimate Birthday surprise for Gayle King. Plus, we have your first look at ‘White Lotus' season 3. And the world is buzzing over the ‘Yellowstone' finale. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In deze Walk The Talk - Trends Talk hebben we auteur Geert Van Mol te gast. Als voormalig directielid van de bank Belfius lanceerde hij ooit de eerste app van de bank. En die werd bekroond tot de beste bank-app ter wereld. Een ongeziene prestatie dus. In zijn nieuwe boek ‘Rebel Rebel' schrijft hij dat de apps van onze Belgische bedrijven een vleugje Billie Eillish of David Bowie moeten krijgen. Hoe hielp rock'n roll de digitale innovatie bij Belfius?  Stijn Fockedy stelt de vragen.

Be My Lover Lla da di [Redacted] I once was trapped within the prison of my own garden. Something inside me yelped for this faraway spirt guide to shut up—but I was all the more ready to fry up the remainder of my tempeh, and continue to wallow in my loveless grief , wondering what would become of this undone monster—the disaster that was my own impossible maze of creation, however with gratitude, that I was standing in an immaculately clean kitchen, with a table full of books, and soup to cook. Gratitude that I was alone, and for the most part, alive and well. Gratitude that I lived in one of the greatest cities on earth—maybe even the greatest— But I didn't know yet. I had never been to Tokyo; I would be missing the Olympics in Paris; Rome was still waiting at the other side of a giant puddle I was less fond of than its opposite; Amsterdam l was some fabled tale I had only dreamed of— And London begged to be brought to life in my own eyes, were I lucky enough to escape the arrested development of the burdens of my Brooklyn [redacted]. I might be getting to ‘famous' to tell people where I live. [Unfamous.] Lol is this the one with the guy going around knocking on doors To see if people recognize him? Yeah. lol. It's a comedy, right? Dark comedy. (A black comedy.) Nah, but you can't call it that, Cause they'll think it has something to do with colored people, and they won't watch it. That's literally the name of the genre. My point stands. {Enter The Multiverse} —you'd be suprised how much more blatently racist people get from behind a screen or studying demographics and viewer preferences. If you don't love me; You like me You watched me light my cigarette just the right way, And liked it, And that night, I died in your arms, Crying for myself—. Lying to my wife, As if next time, I might be better. We all deserve second chances. Good grief. Who is this guy? Some sad sap. Sad is right. Sap is more accurate. I stroke your hair With your head in my lap, As though you belong to me; I see the crease in your eyes as smiles And your lips as petals To a flower so sweet, I can't wait to eat you, Like honeysuckle on the tip If a hot wet tongue, Hungry for the berry it would become, But eager to know the sweetness of just the flower, Sure to bloom with the coming of seasons, Just as sure to rise as the moon would, Whether full or new; In a sky fyull of stars, All I see is you— In a body of scars, I am your demise, Your pride forever altered by divine truth, My light hides In darkness, Your will to the light, Like a moth to the flame, Which I honor And crumble over, As she towers over us, Seeking and ready to destroy All flame to dust; The ash is out The tray on the table I roll another To smoke, The guilt and shame of betrayal, Distrust, Unarmored, I mock my own judgement A movement, The box over a diamond A row full of nothing but Hawks, circling over. Do you not know? My favorite skit has a story; Sara without an H was a real person. Patrick was Fallon, Now Fallon is Patrick— I'm thouroughly confused; The Allegories Continue. Book II GODDAMMIT: See. I TOLD YOU. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH. it's on. ITS GONNA GET RAW. Ah shit. Here we go. At this point, I thoroughly need my shit kicked in. Do you ever feel like— Uh huh. You could just use a— —a knife in the back? Like, a swift kick to the face. Sometimes. Karate style neck chop. Sounds nice. Really swift, like— Knee to the groin? Like a good hook t o t h e j a w Yeah. I'm actually aroused. {Enter The Multiverse} How about that . V.O JOHN SLATTERY I had learned certain things about myselr, such as that lighting a candle and lounging to soak silently in the tub for any number of hours might allow my subconscious tone dictate on behalf of John Slattery, affectionately sometimes referred to as J.Slatts, besides the slew of characters I had once in some black hole managed to have write for him—the actor, or the part of my deep subconscious manifesting as such. I wasn't even in the slightest bit curious as to why, and attributed it mostly to my my affinity for traditional fraternal organizations, a deep understanding of the unspoken internal hierarchies of the entertainment business, and the occasional silver fox. This is getting good. J. SLATTS V.O. (CONT'D) Still, my familiarity with the occult had somehow shifted my own perception to that of apathetic acknowledgement that I was easily dismissable as unremarkable, however, still somewhat convient, isolated, and easily discardable— I could easily be disposed of, and my work passed on to someone more easily manageable—ie, without the will to be controlled, and therefore be bonded. Hypnotist bastards. Whatever your will, is my purpose. What are you? Whatever you want. What! Which one did you ask for? What kind of shit is this. The kind of shit you could only wish you even dreamed of. So you're like some kind of genie. Better than that. I'm going to spend my summer gnawing away at your insides. Aw, man. What the fuck did I write. My children are clawing at the door hoping for a peak of my newest invention. Mortal man. If only they knew with any sense at all beyond that, they could be so much more. Disastrous creatures. I was disastrous once, too. And I, mortal. The pursuit of actual suicide. Would I see my son again? Would the walls close in as I start to bleed? Would I whisper to myself a song, to induce the calm, As I wondered what had gone so wrong, For so long That I would become Gone She's a Hollywood grown superstar Born of obsessions, Now to let them all to lesson One becomes another A mirror for a mother; Hello Billie. Awards to walk on water— Eyes of oceans Worlds apart The Hollywood sign under this foot; Rockefeller Plaza, the other— Strings to pull the cups To kill the clause The want of Oz Beyond the contracts and the mantras, Something comes You want it? Blow up dolls and fountains, Ant farms and rock collections Still life, stillborn Still Joan of Ark In Central Park, Single file, Noah— There's no boat at all for all of us You wreak of cyanide. I'm so glad you know what that smells like. I'm flaccid. Is that a joke? Something tells me I've kept this hallmark card For far too long. Something tells me I would do much better As a blonde And ten years younger; Either that Or ten feet under Tempting, huh boss? Somebody ought to call the chupacabra I'm going all for broke inside this Honda; Why, mom, let it drag on like this? Worcestershire sauce, Gosh, Shucks— You're the worst, Corn. On the cob; then? Call the cops! Call Oprah. Call— Call Cosmo and Wanda. BILLIE EILLISH is that it Idk how to spell this kid's name, fuck it. Is dressed in an oversized denim overall suit; her hair pulled into exaggerated and teased oversized pigtails— Her eyes seem larger than usual under the thick magnified lenses of the oversized frames she wears on her heavily painted blushed face, almost with the appearance of a clown, but more likened to a scary porcelain doll; her teeth are covered in braces, and the long faux eyelash extensions affixed to her face sparkle with a silver that matches the rhinestones that match her mechanized mouth, overall conveying a thoroughly weird, over-sexualized life-sized cabbage patch cross porcelain doll—the stuff of nightmares, to any right minded adult, but assuredly someone's fantasy, as the song portrays the journey of a lost girl—a fallen God once praised amongst the— [The Festival Project ™] What the fuck are you trying to write Whatever the fuck I just saw Can you not {That's So Raven} so hard That's so Rave…(in) #SPACERAVE Cool. EliteZ. I would call it exquisite. Whatever she's an alien princess dressed as a blow up doll calling out into the cosmos for the space Gods to come blow up^/destroy the already nearly destroyed man-world trash planet we're all on. “We”? Did I not just say men destroyed the planet earth? Ahem. Wait. How many of us here live on the planet Earth. … By show of hands. … ..: … …3 of you. Is that it? Hello, sir. Have you been drinking? It's nice to see you— Who am I, you ask? The one you always call for. Hello? Can I get an answer? Are you barely breathing? Tell me something good ‘Who are you?' All I wanted. What a bargain Shopping carts all full of bottles Just to humble, of course He does it himself The shopping for the cubbards. Melt. Careful, All you are is words The tongue goes forwards, After all The rollercoaster plunges And the ark Of all the stories Forms to one conglomerate Atop the Oval Office Get off of my cloud, you dumb fuck. I can be arrogant For the establishment I can be all you want (The one you call for) So seductive Just the art Of burning tongues and calling numbers Call to all you want And I will come The one you call for Ah, yes. I do not need a dog. I'm procrastinating writing my album. There's no sugar in this house. I need a nap before the gym. This is not a poem. It's an entourage. …entourage. … Entourage. …Entorage. (In to rage) | | Entorage. | | Entorage | | Entorage. ||| (Born to rage) wtf is this.z Like, idk yet. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū

Be My Lover Lla da di [Redacted] I once was trapped within the prison of my own garden. Something inside me yelped for this faraway spirt guide to shut up—but I was all the more ready to fry up the remainder of my tempeh, and continue to wallow in my loveless grief , wondering what would become of this undone monster—the disaster that was my own impossible maze of creation, however with gratitude, that I was standing in an immaculately clean kitchen, with a table full of books, and soup to cook. Gratitude that I was alone, and for the most part, alive and well. Gratitude that I lived in one of the greatest cities on earth—maybe even the greatest— But I didn't know yet. I had never been to Tokyo; I would be missing the Olympics in Paris; Rome was still waiting at the other side of a giant puddle I was less fond of than its opposite; Amsterdam l was some fabled tale I had only dreamed of— And London begged to be brought to life in my own eyes, were I lucky enough to escape the arrested development of the burdens of my Brooklyn [redacted]. I might be getting to ‘famous' to tell people where I live. [Unfamous.] Lol is this the one with the guy going around knocking on doors To see if people recognize him? Yeah. lol. It's a comedy, right? Dark comedy. (A black comedy.) Nah, but you can't call it that, Cause they'll think it has something to do with colored people, and they won't watch it. That's literally the name of the genre. My point stands. {Enter The Multiverse} —you'd be suprised how much more blatently racist people get from behind a screen or studying demographics and viewer preferences. If you don't love me; You like me You watched me light my cigarette just the right way, And liked it, And that night, I died in your arms, Crying for myself—. Lying to my wife, As if next time, I might be better. We all deserve second chances. Good grief. Who is this guy? Some sad sap. Sad is right. Sap is more accurate. I stroke your hair With your head in my lap, As though you belong to me; I see the crease in your eyes as smiles And your lips as petals To a flower so sweet, I can't wait to eat you, Like honeysuckle on the tip If a hot wet tongue, Hungry for the berry it would become, But eager to know the sweetness of just the flower, Sure to bloom with the coming of seasons, Just as sure to rise as the moon would, Whether full or new; In a sky fyull of stars, All I see is you— In a body of scars, I am your demise, Your pride forever altered by divine truth, My light hides In darkness, Your will to the light, Like a moth to the flame, Which I honor And crumble over, As she towers over us, Seeking and ready to destroy All flame to dust; The ash is out The tray on the table I roll another To smoke, The guilt and shame of betrayal, Distrust, Unarmored, I mock my own judgement A movement, The box over a diamond A row full of nothing but Hawks, circling over. Do you not know? My favorite skit has a story; Sara without an H was a real person. Patrick was Fallon, Now Fallon is Patrick— I'm thouroughly confused; The Allegories Continue. Book II GODDAMMIT: See. I TOLD YOU. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH. it's on. ITS GONNA GET RAW. Ah shit. Here we go. At this point, I thoroughly need my shit kicked in. Do you ever feel like— Uh huh. You could just use a— —a knife in the back? Like, a swift kick to the face. Sometimes. Karate style neck chop. Sounds nice. Really swift, like— Knee to the groin? Like a good hook t o t h e j a w Yeah. I'm actually aroused. {Enter The Multiverse} How about that . V.O JOHN SLATTERY I had learned certain things about myselr, such as that lighting a candle and lounging to soak silently in the tub for any number of hours might allow my subconscious tone dictate on behalf of John Slattery, affectionately sometimes referred to as J.Slatts, besides the slew of characters I had once in some black hole managed to have write for him—the actor, or the part of my deep subconscious manifesting as such. I wasn't even in the slightest bit curious as to why, and attributed it mostly to my my affinity for traditional fraternal organizations, a deep understanding of the unspoken internal hierarchies of the entertainment business, and the occasional silver fox. This is getting good. J. SLATTS V.O. (CONT'D) Still, my familiarity with the occult had somehow shifted my own perception to that of apathetic acknowledgement that I was easily dismissable as unremarkable, however, still somewhat convient, isolated, and easily discardable— I could easily be disposed of, and my work passed on to someone more easily manageable—ie, without the will to be controlled, and therefore be bonded. Hypnotist bastards. Whatever your will, is my purpose. What are you? Whatever you want. What! Which one did you ask for? What kind of shit is this. The kind of shit you could only wish you even dreamed of. So you're like some kind of genie. Better than that. I'm going to spend my summer gnawing away at your insides. Aw, man. What the fuck did I write. My children are clawing at the door hoping for a peak of my newest invention. Mortal man. If only they knew with any sense at all beyond that, they could be so much more. Disastrous creatures. I was disastrous once, too. And I, mortal. The pursuit of actual suicide. Would I see my son again? Would the walls close in as I start to bleed? Would I whisper to myself a song, to induce the calm, As I wondered what had gone so wrong, For so long That I would become Gone She's a Hollywood grown superstar Born of obsessions, Now to let them all to lesson One becomes another A mirror for a mother; Hello Billie. Awards to walk on water— Eyes of oceans Worlds apart The Hollywood sign under this foot; Rockefeller Plaza, the other— Strings to pull the cups To kill the clause The want of Oz Beyond the contracts and the mantras, Something comes You want it? Blow up dolls and fountains, Ant farms and rock collections Still life, stillborn Still Joan of Ark In Central Park, Single file, Noah— There's no boat at all for all of us You wreak of cyanide. I'm so glad you know what that smells like. I'm flaccid. Is that a joke? Something tells me I've kept this hallmark card For far too long. Something tells me I would do much better As a blonde And ten years younger; Either that Or ten feet under Tempting, huh boss? Somebody ought to call the chupacabra I'm going all for broke inside this Honda; Why, mom, let it drag on like this? Worcestershire sauce, Gosh, Shucks— You're the worst, Corn. On the cob; then? Call the cops! Call Oprah. Call— Call Cosmo and Wanda. BILLIE EILLISH is that it Idk how to spell this kid's name, fuck it. Is dressed in an oversized denim overall suit; her hair pulled into exaggerated and teased oversized pigtails— Her eyes seem larger than usual under the thick magnified lenses of the oversized frames she wears on her heavily painted blushed face, almost with the appearance of a clown, but more likened to a scary porcelain doll; her teeth are covered in braces, and the long faux eyelash extensions affixed to her face sparkle with a silver that matches the rhinestones that match her mechanized mouth, overall conveying a thoroughly weird, over-sexualized life-sized cabbage patch cross porcelain doll—the stuff of nightmares, to any right minded adult, but assuredly someone's fantasy, as the song portrays the journey of a lost girl—a fallen God once praised amongst the— [The Festival Project ™] What the fuck are you trying to write Whatever the fuck I just saw Can you not {That's So Raven} so hard That's so Rave…(in) #SPACERAVE Cool. EliteZ. I would call it exquisite. Whatever she's an alien princess dressed as a blow up doll calling out into the cosmos for the space Gods to come blow up^/destroy the already nearly destroyed man-world trash planet we're all on. “We”? Did I not just say men destroyed the planet earth? Ahem. Wait. How many of us here live on the planet Earth. … By show of hands. … ..: … …3 of you. Is that it? Hello, sir. Have you been drinking? It's nice to see you— Who am I, you ask? The one you always call for. Hello? Can I get an answer? Are you barely breathing? Tell me something good ‘Who are you?' All I wanted. What a bargain Shopping carts all full of bottles Just to humble, of course He does it himself The shopping for the cubbards. Melt. Careful, All you are is words The tongue goes forwards, After all The rollercoaster plunges And the ark Of all the stories Forms to one conglomerate Atop the Oval Office Get off of my cloud, you dumb fuck. I can be arrogant For the establishment I can be all you want (The one you call for) So seductive Just the art Of burning tongues and calling numbers Call to all you want And I will come The one you call for Ah, yes. I do not need a dog. I'm procrastinating writing my album. There's no sugar in this house. I need a nap before the gym. This is not a poem. It's an entourage. …entourage. … Entourage. …Entorage. (In to rage) | | Entorage. | | Entorage | | Entorage. ||| (Born to rage) wtf is this.z Like, idk yet. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū

Be My Lover Lla da di [Redacted] I once was trapped within the prison of my own garden. Something inside me yelped for this faraway spirt guide to shut up—but I was all the more ready to fry up the remainder of my tempeh, and continue to wallow in my loveless grief , wondering what would become of this undone monster—the disaster that was my own impossible maze of creation, however with gratitude, that I was standing in an immaculately clean kitchen, with a table full of books, and soup to cook. Gratitude that I was alone, and for the most part, alive and well. Gratitude that I lived in one of the greatest cities on earth—maybe even the greatest— But I didn't know yet. I had never been to Tokyo; I would be missing the Olympics in Paris; Rome was still waiting at the other side of a giant puddle I was less fond of than its opposite; Amsterdam l was some fabled tale I had only dreamed of— And London begged to be brought to life in my own eyes, were I lucky enough to escape the arrested development of the burdens of my Brooklyn [redacted]. I might be getting to ‘famous' to tell people where I live. [Unfamous.] Lol is this the one with the guy going around knocking on doors To see if people recognize him? Yeah. lol. It's a comedy, right? Dark comedy. (A black comedy.) Nah, but you can't call it that, Cause they'll think it has something to do with colored people, and they won't watch it. That's literally the name of the genre. My point stands. {Enter The Multiverse} —you'd be suprised how much more blatently racist people get from behind a screen or studying demographics and viewer preferences. If you don't love me; You like me You watched me light my cigarette just the right way, And liked it, And that night, I died in your arms, Crying for myself—. Lying to my wife, As if next time, I might be better. We all deserve second chances. Good grief. Who is this guy? Some sad sap. Sad is right. Sap is more accurate. I stroke your hair With your head in my lap, As though you belong to me; I see the crease in your eyes as smiles And your lips as petals To a flower so sweet, I can't wait to eat you, Like honeysuckle on the tip If a hot wet tongue, Hungry for the berry it would become, But eager to know the sweetness of just the flower, Sure to bloom with the coming of seasons, Just as sure to rise as the moon would, Whether full or new; In a sky fyull of stars, All I see is you— In a body of scars, I am your demise, Your pride forever altered by divine truth, My light hides In darkness, Your will to the light, Like a moth to the flame, Which I honor And crumble over, As she towers over us, Seeking and ready to destroy All flame to dust; The ash is out The tray on the table I roll another To smoke, The guilt and shame of betrayal, Distrust, Unarmored, I mock my own judgement A movement, The box over a diamond A row full of nothing but Hawks, circling over. Do you not know? My favorite skit has a story; Sara without an H was a real person. Patrick was Fallon, Now Fallon is Patrick— I'm thouroughly confused; The Allegories Continue. Book II GODDAMMIT: See. I TOLD YOU. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH. it's on. ITS GONNA GET RAW. Ah shit. Here we go. At this point, I thoroughly need my shit kicked in. Do you ever feel like— Uh huh. You could just use a— —a knife in the back? Like, a swift kick to the face. Sometimes. Karate style neck chop. Sounds nice. Really swift, like— Knee to the groin? Like a good hook t o t h e j a w Yeah. I'm actually aroused. {Enter The Multiverse} How about that . V.O JOHN SLATTERY I had learned certain things about myselr, such as that lighting a candle and lounging to soak silently in the tub for any number of hours might allow my subconscious tone dictate on behalf of John Slattery, affectionately sometimes referred to as J.Slatts, besides the slew of characters I had once in some black hole managed to have write for him—the actor, or the part of my deep subconscious manifesting as such. I wasn't even in the slightest bit curious as to why, and attributed it mostly to my my affinity for traditional fraternal organizations, a deep understanding of the unspoken internal hierarchies of the entertainment business, and the occasional silver fox. This is getting good. J. SLATTS V.O. (CONT'D) Still, my familiarity with the occult had somehow shifted my own perception to that of apathetic acknowledgement that I was easily dismissable as unremarkable, however, still somewhat convient, isolated, and easily discardable— I could easily be disposed of, and my work passed on to someone more easily manageable—ie, without the will to be controlled, and therefore be bonded. Hypnotist bastards. Whatever your will, is my purpose. What are you? Whatever you want. What! Which one did you ask for? What kind of shit is this. The kind of shit you could only wish you even dreamed of. So you're like some kind of genie. Better than that. I'm going to spend my summer gnawing away at your insides. Aw, man. What the fuck did I write. My children are clawing at the door hoping for a peak of my newest invention. Mortal man. If only they knew with any sense at all beyond that, they could be so much more. Disastrous creatures. I was disastrous once, too. And I, mortal. The pursuit of actual suicide. Would I see my son again? Would the walls close in as I start to bleed? Would I whisper to myself a song, to induce the calm, As I wondered what had gone so wrong, For so long That I would become Gone She's a Hollywood grown superstar Born of obsessions, Now to let them all to lesson One becomes another A mirror for a mother; Hello Billie. Awards to walk on water— Eyes of oceans Worlds apart The Hollywood sign under this foot; Rockefeller Plaza, the other— Strings to pull the cups To kill the clause The want of Oz Beyond the contracts and the mantras, Something comes You want it? Blow up dolls and fountains, Ant farms and rock collections Still life, stillborn Still Joan of Ark In Central Park, Single file, Noah— There's no boat at all for all of us You wreak of cyanide. I'm so glad you know what that smells like. I'm flaccid. Is that a joke? Something tells me I've kept this hallmark card For far too long. Something tells me I would do much better As a blonde And ten years younger; Either that Or ten feet under Tempting, huh boss? Somebody ought to call the chupacabra I'm going all for broke inside this Honda; Why, mom, let it drag on like this? Worcestershire sauce, Gosh, Shucks— You're the worst, Corn. On the cob; then? Call the cops! Call Oprah. Call— Call Cosmo and Wanda. BILLIE EILLISH is that it Idk how to spell this kid's name, fuck it. Is dressed in an oversized denim overall suit; her hair pulled into exaggerated and teased oversized pigtails— Her eyes seem larger than usual under the thick magnified lenses of the oversized frames she wears on her heavily painted blushed face, almost with the appearance of a clown, but more likened to a scary porcelain doll; her teeth are covered in braces, and the long faux eyelash extensions affixed to her face sparkle with a silver that matches the rhinestones that match her mechanized mouth, overall conveying a thoroughly weird, over-sexualized life-sized cabbage patch cross porcelain doll—the stuff of nightmares, to any right minded adult, but assuredly someone's fantasy, as the song portrays the journey of a lost girl—a fallen God once praised amongst the— [The Festival Project ™] What the fuck are you trying to write Whatever the fuck I just saw Can you not {That's So Raven} so hard That's so Rave…(in) #SPACERAVE Cool. EliteZ. I would call it exquisite. Whatever she's an alien princess dressed as a blow up doll calling out into the cosmos for the space Gods to come blow up^/destroy the already nearly destroyed man-world trash planet we're all on. “We”? Did I not just say men destroyed the planet earth? Ahem. Wait. How many of us here live on the planet Earth. … By show of hands. … ..: … …3 of you. Is that it? Hello, sir. Have you been drinking? It's nice to see you— Who am I, you ask? The one you always call for. Hello? Can I get an answer? Are you barely breathing? Tell me something good ‘Who are you?' All I wanted. What a bargain Shopping carts all full of bottles Just to humble, of course He does it himself The shopping for the cubbards. Melt. Careful, All you are is words The tongue goes forwards, After all The rollercoaster plunges And the ark Of all the stories Forms to one conglomerate Atop the Oval Office Get off of my cloud, you dumb fuck. I can be arrogant For the establishment I can be all you want (The one you call for) So seductive Just the art Of burning tongues and calling numbers Call to all you want And I will come The one you call for Ah, yes. I do not need a dog. I'm procrastinating writing my album. There's no sugar in this house. I need a nap before the gym. This is not a poem. It's an entourage. …entourage. … Entourage. …Entorage. (In to rage) | | Entorage. | | Entorage | | Entorage. ||| (Born to rage) wtf is this.z Like, idk yet. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū

Be My Lover Lla da di [Redacted] I once was trapped within the prison of my own garden. Something inside me yelped for this faraway spirt guide to shut up—but I was all the more ready to fry up the remainder of my tempeh, and continue to wallow in my loveless grief , wondering what would become of this undone monster—the disaster that was my own impossible maze of creation, however with gratitude, that I was standing in an immaculately clean kitchen, with a table full of books, and soup to cook. Gratitude that I was alone, and for the most part, alive and well. Gratitude that I lived in one of the greatest cities on earth—maybe even the greatest— But I didn't know yet. I had never been to Tokyo; I would be missing the Olympics in Paris; Rome was still waiting at the other side of a giant puddle I was less fond of than its opposite; Amsterdam l was some fabled tale I had only dreamed of— And London begged to be brought to life in my own eyes, were I lucky enough to escape the arrested development of the burdens of my Brooklyn [redacted]. I might be getting to ‘famous' to tell people where I live. [Unfamous.] Lol is this the one with the guy going around knocking on doors To see if people recognize him? Yeah. lol. It's a comedy, right? Dark comedy. (A black comedy.) Nah, but you can't call it that, Cause they'll think it has something to do with colored people, and they won't watch it. That's literally the name of the genre. My point stands. {Enter The Multiverse} —you'd be suprised how much more blatently racist people get from behind a screen or studying demographics and viewer preferences. If you don't love me; You like me You watched me light my cigarette just the right way, And liked it, And that night, I died in your arms, Crying for myself—. Lying to my wife, As if next time, I might be better. We all deserve second chances. Good grief. Who is this guy? Some sad sap. Sad is right. Sap is more accurate. I stroke your hair With your head in my lap, As though you belong to me; I see the crease in your eyes as smiles And your lips as petals To a flower so sweet, I can't wait to eat you, Like honeysuckle on the tip If a hot wet tongue, Hungry for the berry it would become, But eager to know the sweetness of just the flower, Sure to bloom with the coming of seasons, Just as sure to rise as the moon would, Whether full or new; In a sky fyull of stars, All I see is you— In a body of scars, I am your demise, Your pride forever altered by divine truth, My light hides In darkness, Your will to the light, Like a moth to the flame, Which I honor And crumble over, As she towers over us, Seeking and ready to destroy All flame to dust; The ash is out The tray on the table I roll another To smoke, The guilt and shame of betrayal, Distrust, Unarmored, I mock my own judgement A movement, The box over a diamond A row full of nothing but Hawks, circling over. Do you not know? My favorite skit has a story; Sara without an H was a real person. Patrick was Fallon, Now Fallon is Patrick— I'm thouroughly confused; The Allegories Continue. Book II GODDAMMIT: See. I TOLD YOU. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH. it's on. ITS GONNA GET RAW. Ah shit. Here we go. At this point, I thoroughly need my shit kicked in. Do you ever feel like— Uh huh. You could just use a— —a knife in the back? Like, a swift kick to the face. Sometimes. Karate style neck chop. Sounds nice. Really swift, like— Knee to the groin? Like a good hook t o t h e j a w Yeah. I'm actually aroused. {Enter The Multiverse} How about that . V.O JOHN SLATTERY I had learned certain things about myselr, such as that lighting a candle and lounging to soak silently in the tub for any number of hours might allow my subconscious tone dictate on behalf of John Slattery, affectionately sometimes referred to as J.Slatts, besides the slew of characters I had once in some black hole managed to have write for him—the actor, or the part of my deep subconscious manifesting as such. I wasn't even in the slightest bit curious as to why, and attributed it mostly to my my affinity for traditional fraternal organizations, a deep understanding of the unspoken internal hierarchies of the entertainment business, and the occasional silver fox. This is getting good. J. SLATTS V.O. (CONT'D) Still, my familiarity with the occult had somehow shifted my own perception to that of apathetic acknowledgement that I was easily dismissable as unremarkable, however, still somewhat convient, isolated, and easily discardable— I could easily be disposed of, and my work passed on to someone more easily manageable—ie, without the will to be controlled, and therefore be bonded. Hypnotist bastards. Whatever your will, is my purpose. What are you? Whatever you want. What! Which one did you ask for? What kind of shit is this. The kind of shit you could only wish you even dreamed of. So you're like some kind of genie. Better than that. I'm going to spend my summer gnawing away at your insides. Aw, man. What the fuck did I write. My children are clawing at the door hoping for a peak of my newest invention. Mortal man. If only they knew with any sense at all beyond that, they could be so much more. Disastrous creatures. I was disastrous once, too. And I, mortal. The pursuit of actual suicide. Would I see my son again? Would the walls close in as I start to bleed? Would I whisper to myself a song, to induce the calm, As I wondered what had gone so wrong, For so long That I would become Gone She's a Hollywood grown superstar Born of obsessions, Now to let them all to lesson One becomes another A mirror for a mother; Hello Billie. Awards to walk on water— Eyes of oceans Worlds apart The Hollywood sign under this foot; Rockefeller Plaza, the other— Strings to pull the cups To kill the clause The want of Oz Beyond the contracts and the mantras, Something comes You want it? Blow up dolls and fountains, Ant farms and rock collections Still life, stillborn Still Joan of Ark In Central Park, Single file, Noah— There's no boat at all for all of us You wreak of cyanide. I'm so glad you know what that smells like. I'm flaccid. Is that a joke? Something tells me I've kept this hallmark card For far too long. Something tells me I would do much better As a blonde And ten years younger; Either that Or ten feet under Tempting, huh boss? Somebody ought to call the chupacabra I'm going all for broke inside this Honda; Why, mom, let it drag on like this? Worcestershire sauce, Gosh, Shucks— You're the worst, Corn. On the cob; then? Call the cops! Call Oprah. Call— Call Cosmo and Wanda. BILLIE EILLISH is that it Idk how to spell this kid's name, fuck it. Is dressed in an oversized denim overall suit; her hair pulled into exaggerated and teased oversized pigtails— Her eyes seem larger than usual under the thick magnified lenses of the oversized frames she wears on her heavily painted blushed face, almost with the appearance of a clown, but more likened to a scary porcelain doll; her teeth are covered in braces, and the long faux eyelash extensions affixed to her face sparkle with a silver that matches the rhinestones that match her mechanized mouth, overall conveying a thoroughly weird, over-sexualized life-sized cabbage patch cross porcelain doll—the stuff of nightmares, to any right minded adult, but assuredly someone's fantasy, as the song portrays the journey of a lost girl—a fallen God once praised amongst the— [The Festival Project ™] What the fuck are you trying to write Whatever the fuck I just saw Can you not {That's So Raven} so hard That's so Rave…(in) #SPACERAVE Cool. EliteZ. I would call it exquisite. Whatever she's an alien princess dressed as a blow up doll calling out into the cosmos for the space Gods to come blow up^/destroy the already nearly destroyed man-world trash planet we're all on. “We”? Did I not just say men destroyed the planet earth? Ahem. Wait. How many of us here live on the planet Earth. … By show of hands. … ..: … …3 of you. Is that it? Hello, sir. Have you been drinking? It's nice to see you— Who am I, you ask? The one you always call for. Hello? Can I get an answer? Are you barely breathing? Tell me something good ‘Who are you?' All I wanted. What a bargain Shopping carts all full of bottles Just to humble, of course He does it himself The shopping for the cubbards. Melt. Careful, All you are is words The tongue goes forwards, After all The rollercoaster plunges And the ark Of all the stories Forms to one conglomerate Atop the Oval Office Get off of my cloud, you dumb fuck. I can be arrogant For the establishment I can be all you want (The one you call for) So seductive Just the art Of burning tongues and calling numbers Call to all you want And I will come The one you call for Ah, yes. I do not need a dog. I'm procrastinating writing my album. There's no sugar in this house. I need a nap before the gym. This is not a poem. It's an entourage. …entourage. … Entourage. …Entorage. (In to rage) | | Entorage. | | Entorage | | Entorage. ||| (Born to rage) wtf is this.z Like, idk yet. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū

Le dernier hit de la chanteuse américaine, " Birds of Feather ", interprété notamment à la cérémonie de clôture des JO de Paris et toujours en tête des charts, présente la particularité dʹêtre bâti sur une suite dʹaccords réputée joyeuse et légère, lʹanatole. Sous le lancinant ostinato de lʹaccompagnement, la chanson de Billie Eillish est donc musicalement souriante. Démonstration avec un peu de Schubert, mais aussi lʹOrchestre du Splendide. Une chronique de Pierre-Do Bourgknecht.

Voici le dernier épisode estival en période de festival *bruit de trompette* : L'épisode 12 avec Pascale Lévesque enregistré le 22 août dernier lors du ComédiHa! Fest à Québec ! Comme d'habitude, on fait un survol des nouvelles depuis le dernier enregistrement : les élections américaines (qui ne cessent de nous surprendre), les controverses aux Olympiques et l'agenda LGBTQ avec le dernier single "Guess" de Charlie XCX et Billie Eillish. On jase aussi avec notre invitée Pascale Lévesque de l'émission En Route Vers Mon Premier Gala où elle a été juge, des humoristes paresseux, de parler fort autour d'une table et de conflits de copropriété avec des monsieurs mansplainner. Dans son édito, Coralie se vide le coeur alors que les banlieusards vident leur sous-sol après les “restes” de la tempête Debby. Bonne écoute les Farouches ! ***Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/farouches_podcast/TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@farouches.podcast Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/groups/1379923395975267/ Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/Farouches (Psst. Si vous êtes sur Apple, abonnez vous à notre Patreon via le site internet et non le Apple Store, c'est plus d'argent dans nos poches !) ***Animatrices: Coralie LaPerrière ( https://www.instagram.com/anar_coco/ ) et Emna Achour (https://www.instagram.com/emnaachour/ )Invitée : Pascale Lévesque (https://www.instagram.com/pascalelevesquekardachienne/?hl=fr) Arrangement musical : Véronique Bilodeau (https://www.instagram.com/veroniquebilodeau/)

We discuss up-and-coming artist, Chappell Roan who just released her debut full-length album last year. The new release is full of fun summer songs that are sure to stick around in your head and keep you feeling energized. Learn More: https://viewpointsradio.org/culture-crash-love-taylor-swift-billie-eillish-why-youll-love-chappell-roan Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a Text Message.It's a new month which means....a new monthly roundup of Taylor Swift news! The biggest news is the fact that Matty Healy is engaged! The girls share the information surrounding the engagement and their thoughts about the entire thing. Is it a PR stunt or is it real? Jess and Karli also chat about Taylor and Travis in Italy together, the Billie Eillish interview where she mentions no one wants 3 hour concerts, the Lady Gaga pregnancy rumors and what Taylor Swift commented on her post, the new voice memos Taylor released for Cassandra, Who's Afraid of Little Old Me, and The Black Dog, and the Eras Tour updates you need in case you missed watching the lives. The girls also discuss a handful of other Taylor Swift news you won't want to miss!Taylor Swift News  ||  Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce  ||  Billie Eillish  ||  Lady Gaga Pregnancy  ||  The Eras Tour  ||  Matty Healy EngagedFollow along to hear a new Taylor Swift related episode every single Tuesday.Follow Us On Social Media:Typical Tuesday Night Podcast @typicaltuesdaynight.podcastKarli @everyday_ellisJess @jess.tait

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What Was I Made For? Who would have ever thought that I would have an episode completely inspired by the lyrics of a Billie Eillish song? Okay.. all of you who know me well realize that this is not so far fetched. As we remember a dear friend who passed on or we are trying to introspect on our own contribution to the world, it is time we ask the question.. What was I made for? How to connect with AgileDad: - [website] https://www.agiledad.com/ - [instagram] https://www.instagram.com/agile_coach/ - [facebook] https://www.facebook.com/RealAgileDad/ - [Linkedin] https://www.linkedin.com/in/leehenson/

On today's episode we speak on new music from Ice Spice, Billie Eillish, Saweetie, and more. New video of Diddy physically abusing Cassie has surfaced. Diddy's apology didn't go too well. Do you love Melodic Drake or Tough Drake? And much more.

Podcastová revue časopisu Headliner je zpátky s jubilejním třicátým vydáním. Nikdo neví co je revue a střihač se nejspíš pomátnul, takže míchá Karla Hálu, Bedřicha Smetanu s romantickým klavírem Jiřího Maláska, aby Pánové Ságo, Šroubek a Šéfík mohli probrat aktuální MS v hokeji, samozřejmě nové květnové vydání hudebního magazínu Headliner, rekordní (ne)prodeje Billie Eillish, Travise Scotta a Moniky Bagárové, pozornosti neušel ani dvojkoncert Ramstein či smrt Steva Albiniho. Televizní bizár roku, tedy Eurovize 2024, sice dostal 11 minut prostoru, ale při střihu spadl pod stůl jako věc o které se nemá smysl bavit. Dočkáte se trendů kde se potká Elán s Falling In Reverse a Post Malonem, dozvíte se jaká byla cesta Kid Rocka a možná i Marpa a samozřejmě i skvělých tipů v podobě Muchy, Bleachers a Lily Rose. Wlado má v průběhu pořadu hned tři  reklamní bloky sám na sebe a také se dozvíte, že countryové zpěvačky se zásadně rodí v Gruzii.  Co je obsahem třicátého vydání?  • Nová gólová znělka pro MS v hokeji 2024 • Květnové vydání Headlineru • Rekordní prodeje vstupenek • Smrt Steva Albiniho • Trendy: Elán, Falling In Reverse, Post Malone • Hudební tipy: Mucha, Bleachers a Lily Rose • A samozřejmě taky ušní červ...  Pánové Ságo, Šroubek a Šéfík vás zvou ke třicáté podcastové revue časopisu Headliner. Vítejte ve světě hudby, tak jak ji vidíme a slyšíme my.

  Ticket prices have been going crazy with multiple concerts, so much so it is cheaper to see artists like Taylor Swift in Europe than it is in the United States. KSL Newsradio Producer, Caitlyn Johnston joins the show to explain how Billie Eillish has chosen a new path for selling concerts that may beat out the issue of scalpers reselling tickets for an outrageous price.

Today on The Social, New York's highest court overturns Harvey Weinstein's 2020 rape conviction, due to improper procedure.  Then, Sophia Bush believes fate led her to her girlfriend, Ashlyn Harris.  And, did a Canadian family just spot the “Loch Ness Monster”?  Plus, in a Rolling Stone interview, Billie Eillish reveals why self-pleasure is an important part of her life.

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This next guest is certainly multi-talented. First raised in the San Francisco area, and then relocated to TN with her family, she first grew up loving acting thanks to an Easter stage show of  “Peter Cottontial” . As time went along she has dived into music as well & has two new singles:  “Lovely” a cover by Billie Eillish and “The Same Way” (self-penned by Kellogg). Let's welcome Ms. Jenna Kellogg! Jenna Kellogg Instagram: @Iamjennakellogg Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7481cqOgZ9vqtbfJDiq4qi?si=kj0SJ82lTPannL0VQcXuRQ&nd=1&dlsi=3915af9652ed4d7f YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UC9kC2xqAxENjh_lCOgfqb9g Crazy Train Radio Facebook: facebook.com/realctradio X/Twitter: @realctradio Instagram: @crazytrainradio Website: crazytrainradio.us YouTube: youtube.com/crazytrainradio --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/crazytrainradio/support

TUESDAY! We have a great show for you today! I had the best conversation with Francesca Farago (@francescafarago) from Netlfix's Too Hot To Handle and Perfect Match! You will be seeing her pop up in so many thing in the future! Her life is fascinating and she was so nice. Plus, before that we have full coverage of Sunday's spectacular Grammy's coverage! Sign up for our substack for free! https://sobaditsgoodryanbailey.substack.com Also, this show and every show is dedicated to my beautiful mom Rebecca Ann Bailey-July 18th, 1948-August 25, 2023  Timestamtamps: :31-Show Notes/Grammy's 36:40-Francesca Farago -Check out our latest promo codes here: https://betches.com/promos -Go sign up for the patreon for over 250 episodes NOT on the main feed! https://www.patreon.com/sobaditsgood Also, So Bad It's Good has merch now! Go to www.sobaditsgoodmerch.com to order yours TODAY! If you're enjoying the insane amount of blood, sweat and literal tears of this pod consider telling a friend or rating us 5 stars on iTunes! Special shoutout to Maritza Lopez (Insta: @maritza.gif) for all of her insanely hard work creating these beautiful pieces of art on my instagram and patreon page!!  Instagram: @sobaditsgoodwithryanbailey, @ryanbailey25 Twitter:@ryanabailey25 TIKTOK @sobaditsgoodwithryanb Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On NOTSTR8CAST #31, Becca and Joe talk about Dr. Who Transphobia, Clarence Thomas, Billie Eillish, Kaitlyn Jenner, and a hay, a Moment of Conclusion! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Today on The Social, Adam Driver cusses out a fan who said his film was “cheesy.” Actor and musician Lauren Ash joins the panel to discuss. And, are most proposals  a result of an ultimatum? Then, Billie Eillish says women are nicer than men. And, the Phillippines' first bed cinema has officially opened. Plus, would you pay to go on vacation without your phone?

Cesar Padilla, stylist extraordinaire and clothing archivist, has helped dress Rihanna, Billie Eillish, cast members in Mad Men and Boardwalk Empire, Ryan Gosling and many more. He joins host Jeff Douglas to talk fashion, his punk style and working in the industry before he holds several talks in Halifax this weekend.

In Chapter 1 of "HTMI," Emily Cappello and Haley Muraleedharan sit down with singer/songwriter Chelsea Cutler to discuss everything from accidentally being in a group chat with Billie Eillish to the fun of eating dessert alone to what kept her going on the toughest days of writing her new album "Stellaria."Follow us:Instagram: @howtomakeitpodcastYoutube: @howtomakeitpodcast TikTok: @howtomakeitpodFollow Chelsea:Instagram: @chelseacutlerTwitter: @chelseacutlerWebsite: https://www.chelseacutler.comListen to Stellaria: https://chelseacutler.lnk.to/stellariaAudio engineer Will Becton - Jett Road StudiosInstagram: @jettroadstudiosWebsite: https://www.jettroadstudios.comDo you have a ridiculous or hilarious story about trying to make it in the entertainment industry? Share it with us on instagram @howtheftomakeit to feature in future episodes!

What is a "Jeanis"? Chances are you have had one and you don't even KNOW IT! We talk about the drama with Hannah Montana and the TikTok trend that has been labelled dangerous, with people calling for it to be BANNED! Join OG YouTuber & CEO Brittney Saunders, and Australia's Biggest Glamazon Alright Hey as they break down the biggest stories of the week. If it's trending, going viral, and has you gripped… we're talking about it. Nova Entertainment acknowledges the traditional custodians of the land on which we recorded this podcast, the Gadigal People of the Eora Nation. We pay our respect to Elders past and present.  LINKS Follow @alrighthey on all socials Follow @brittney_saunders on all socials Follow @novapodcastsofficial on Instagram   CREDITSHosts: Alright Hey and Brittney SaundersSenior Producer/Video Producer/Editor: Chae RoganSupervising Producer: Elle BeattieProducer: Anna Henvest Listen to more great podcasts at novapodcasts.com.au   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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I saw the Barbie movie and I have been in my feels!! In this episode I share my thoughts about the movie, and how the message of the film relates to women in life and on social media. I reflect on what I was “made for” as the movie ends with the iconic Billie Eillish song that has every girl on TikTok feeling proud to be a woman. Let's recap Fun on Weekdays new apparel drop, our 5K in LA, and other recent events! I also share home updates such as moving, setting expectations with my boyfriend, and excitement for a new chapter of life. Thank you for celebrating TWO years of Fun on Weekdays with me as I take some time away from the podcast to reset, refresh, and relax for a few weeks.This podcast is sponsored by Macy's. Head over to the below link and explore Jenna's favorite featured items today!

Happy to say we got more winner's from "Hi Lo" and Kayla lays out her frustration with her neighbors and her dreams of becoming HOA President. Chet begins his Tom Cruise PR press for Mission Impossible as well! 

George Santos pleads not guilty to 13 crimes, Title 42 ends today, Bo Jackson's chronic hiccups, Billie Eillish releases Drake cover, Rihanna's baby name revealed, Susan Sarandon arrested, Tom Cruise & Shakira rumors, Hulu & Disney+ combining into 1 app, Freaky Friday sequel in the works, ACM Awards tonight, Beyonce's tour has begun, manhunt for escaped prisoners & more... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

George Santos pleads not guilty to 13 crimes, Title 42 ends today, Bo Jackson's chronic hiccups, Billie Eillish releases Drake cover, Rihanna's baby name revealed, Susan Sarandon arrested, Tom Cruise & Shakira rumors, Hulu & Disney+ combining into 1 app, Freaky Friday sequel in the works, ACM Awards tonight, Beyonce's tour has begun, manhunt for escaped prisoners & more... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cops called to Billie Eillish's house, Jen Shah off to prison, Rihanna on new music, & Lizzo on The Simpson's.

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This week on the New Music Business podcast, we are joined by Veteran booking agent Tom Windish. As Head of A&R and Business Development at Wasserman Music, Windish has developed the touring careers of some of the hottest names in music, including Billie Eilish, Lorde, alt-J and The xx. In this episode, Ari and Tom discuss the state of the live music industry, how booking agents operate, why tour buy-ins are unethical, the process of signing new artists, running a record label, and much more!03:58 The State of the Live Music Industry08:19 Advice for Emerging Artists Eager and Ready to Tour13:14 How Booking Agents Operate17:07 Communicating with Promoters, Talent Buyers and Collecting Money21:04 Opening Tours and Slots26:08 Unethical Tour Buy-Ins30:03 Working with Billie Eillish and the Process of Signing New Artists37:47 Artist Development, Management and Running an Indie Label46:45 Why Tom Started a Record Label54:33 Final QuestionSubscribe to The New Music Business: https://aristake.com/nmbAri's Take Academy (use code NMB for 10% off): https://aristakeacademy.comWatch more discussions like this: https://bit.ly/3LavMpaConnect with Ari's Take:Website: https://aristake.comAcademy: https://aristakeacademy.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/aristake_TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@aris.takeTwitter: https://twitter.com/ArisTakeYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/aristake1Connect with Ari Herstand:Website: https://ariherstand.comInstagram: https://instagram.com/ariherstandTwitter: https://twitter.com/ariherstandYouTube: https://youtube.com/ariherstandConnect with Tom Windish:Website: https://artists.teamwass.com/music/m83Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tomwindishTwitter: https://twitter.com/tomwindishagentEdited and mixed by Maxton HunterMusic by Brassroots DistrictProduced by the team at Ari's Take Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Livestream shopping has yet to hit true mainstream levels in the U.S. but Ntwrk thinks it can help. The platform has been around since 2018, and says it has doubled in size every year since launch. Ntwrk's approach to livestream commerce consists of a combination of brand, retailer and celebrity partnerships, along with limited-edition drops. As Aaron Levant, Ntwrk's CEO, described it, the idea at inception was to create a "live, engaging, entertaining platform where some of the biggest brands and celebrities in the world are dropping exclusive products creating that kind of FOMO and tune in moments that you feel like you can't miss -- and things sell out fast." Now, he went on, "we've done that at scale -- and now we've gone much beyond that we've moved into new categories, new verticals, new supply side of the product." Levant joined the Modern Retail Podcast this week and spoke about Ntwrk's growth and ambitions, along with the overall U.S. livestream shopping market. One of the early inspirations for Ntwrk was the game show app HQ; "Once or twice a day, you get a push notification. And people would tune in at mass and be highly engaged. And I wanted to take that same ideology, but apply it for a product drop," he said. Levant has a background in fashion and streetwear, and those past professional connections helped give Ntwrk its initial cultural cachet. Leveraging past celebrity relationships, he said, "allowed us to build a pretty big audience base very quickly for very cheap because of these relationships we had." The platforms has featured drops from brands like Nike as well as celebrities like Billie Eillish and Odell Beckham Jr. It's this direct relationship with the brand or creator that Levant said makes Ntwrk successful -- and different from competitors. "We're not a peer-to-peer platform," he said, "not just anyone can sign up and start using our tools to sell." While Ntwrk is still seeing growth -- and is expanding to new categories like collectibles and toys -- it still represents a niche market in the U.S. Levant, however, still thinks the U.S. will catch up with other countries like China where livestreaming is more prevalent. "Their use and adoption of intuitive mobile-first technology is still drastically ahead of us," he said. "I think it's just a few years before we catch up."

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