Podcasts about Crimson King

This week we're discussing every album by King Crimson from 1969 to 1974. Led by the legendary (and partially insane) Robert Fripp, King Crimson is one of the pioneers of prog rock, as well as one of the wildest and most influential bands of all time. This era of the band chronicles some of the most memorable albums in all of prog rock. But be warned, this is not a band that welcomes everyone. The insanity is real.Closing track” One More Red Nightmare” from Red (1974)Patreonhttps://www.patreon.com/everyalbumeverMerchhttps://pandermonkey.creator-spring.com/Mike's EP:Pander Monkey on Bandcamp, Spotify, Apple,Mike on Instagram @pandermonkeyAlex on Bluesky @octatron3030Tom on Instagram @tomosmansoundsHistory Tom's stuff:Music on Spotify, ApplePodcast on Spotify, YouTubeSubstackWebsiteMike's Picks:In the Court of the Crimson King (1969) — Best AlbumRed (1974) — Personal FavoriteLarks' Tongues in Aspic (1973) — Worst Album, Least FavoriteAlex's Picks:Red (1974) — Best Album, Personal FavoriteIslands (1971) — Worst Album, Least FavoriteAlbums we discussed this episode…In the Court of the Crimson King (1969)In the Wake of Poseidon (1970)Lizard (1970)Islands (1971)Larks' Tongues in Aspic (1973)Starless and Bible Black (1974)Red (1974)

En esta entrega de La Ruleta Rusa, hemos escuchado y comentado la música de VA, Reimagining In The Court of Crimson King; Rückwater; black midi; The Storm; Blessed Child Opera; Beck; The Rolling Stones.

In the first Round Table of 2025 Tadd and Peter palaver about King's upcoming Talisman 3 confirmation, some updates from the early marketing for Welcome to Derry including the planned run and what each seasons' time period, and a few other news bits. And in the Palaver section Tadd throws out a challenge for next episode and talk about the nature of the Crimson King, Farson, and if Mid-World is healing. And of course plenty of tangents!   Engage with the show by Email or Social Media! Check the website at DarkTowerPalaver.com or Patreon at patreon.com/darktowerpalaver

Every year, host Greg Kot makes a mixtape of new songs to express his feelings about the past year. Greg shares a selection of that mix and the rest of the show staff look at other top singles of 2024. Plus, the hosts remember a few other musicians we lost in 2024.Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:Chappell Roan, "Good Luck, Babe!," Good Luck, Babe! (Single), Island, 2024The Beatles, "With A Little Help From My Friends," Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Parlophone, 1967King Crimson, "21st Century Schizoid Man," In the Court of the Crimson King, Island, 1969The Allman Brothers Band, "Ramblin' Man," Brothers and Sisters, Capricorn, 1973Slim Dunlap, "The Ballad of the Opening Band," The Old New Me, Medium Cool/Twin/Tone, 1993Marlena Shaw, "Woman of the Ghetto," The Spice of Life, Cadet, 1969Beyoncé, "16 CARRIAGES," Cowboy Carter, Parkwood and Columbia, 2024Sabrina Carpenter, "Espresso (Mark Ronson x FNZ Working Late Remix)," Espresso (Mark Ronson x FNZ Working Late Remix) (Single), Island, 2024Kabin Crew, "The Spark (feat. Lisdoonvarna Crew)," The Spark (feat. Lisdoonvarna Crew) (Single), Rubyworks, 2024Charli XCX, "Girl, so confusing featuring lorde," Brat and It's Completely Different but Also Still Brat (Single), Atlantic, 2024Geordie Greep, "Holy, Holy," The New Sound, Rough Trade, 2024Shaboozey, "A Bar Song (Tipsy)," Where I've Been, Isn't Where I'm Going, American Dogwood and Empire, 2024Wussy Duo, "Cellar Door," Cellar Door EP, Shake It!, 2024La Luz, "Strange World," News of the Universe, Sub Pop, 2024Trupa Trupa, "Sister Ray," Sister Ray (Single), Self-Released, 2024The Bug Club, "Lonsdale Slipons," On the Intricate Inner Workings of the System, Sub Pop, 2024Lambrini Girls, "God's Country," God's Country (Single), City Slang, 2024Tunde Adebimpe, "Magnetic," Magnetic (Single), Sub Pop, 2024The Unfit, "Who's in Charge," Disconnected EP, Share It Music, 2024The Jesus Lizard, "Hide & Seek," Rack, Ipecac, 2024Shellac, "Chick New Wave," To All Trains, Touch And Go, 2024Horsegirl, "2468," 2468 (Single), Matador, 2024X, "The Hungry Wolf," Under the Big Black Sun, Elektra, 1982See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Evan and Amanda continue their yearly December shenanigans by comparing "In the Court of the Crimson King" by King Crimson against "Lateralus" by Tool. Find us on Instagram and Threads @worstpodonmars Find us on Facebook @ The Worst Podcast on Mars Send us an email: worstpodonmars@gmail.com

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"Hail, Gunslinger! May we be well met on the path..." For The Dark Tower 5, Wolves of the Calla: Introduction: Ima Nervous but So Ready to be Back! Strengths: The Western Roots, Setting Immersion, Lore & Character Development Characters: Mia, Andy, Father Callahan, Rosalita & Jake USA Scribner Paperback (Pgs: 268-270) Criticism & Questions: -Where is the Crimson King? -Why is Harry Potter Involved? -Breaking the 4th Wall? -The Anticlimactic Climax -What's a Breaker? -Black 13? -Who are the Manni? Please Give the Show Some Love and Post a 5-Star Rating on Your Favorite Podcast Outlet! End Credits: (Keys of Moon) Soundcloud X: @UnderratedSKPod Insta: @UnderratedSKPodcast Threads: underrated_sk_podcast Patreon: patreon.com/dansewithkimc Kim C. will return with, The Stand (1990)

durée : 00:04:26 - In the Court of the Crimson King : le roi et l'effroi - par : Max Dozolme - A l'occasion de la sortie récente du livre Vinyles de légende de Thierry Jousse, Max Dozolme se penche sur l'une des plus belles réussites musicales (et visuelles !) de King Crimson : le premier album et chef d'oeuvre du groupe de rock progressif anglais, In the Court of the Crimson King !

We've developed our On First Listen series to give us a chance to explore albums that we didn't know but had heard about for years. Maybe a friend recommended it, perhaps it was popular at a time in our lives when it slipped past us or maybe we'd seen in on all-time lists. King Crimson's debut fit into the third category as many progressive rock fans hold In The Court Of The Crimson King in very high regard. And with many talented line-ups over the years including Greg Lake on bass & vocals, Ian McDonald on keys and many other things, and Robert Fripp on guitar on this album (with future versions featuring John Wetton, Boz Burrell, Bill Bruford, Tony Levin, Adrian Belew, Mel Collins and many, many more) we figured we'd give it a go. However, while the musicianship is off the charts and they experiment with many keys, times and toys (the new mellotron was driving much of their experimental sound), sometimes it's not terribly listenable. 21st Century Schitzoid Man is abrupt and in your face as a protest to the Vietnam War but isn't a toe tapper. The wistful I Listen To The Wind is 180 degree turn as a lovely ballad but is more than 6 minutes long. And Epitaph, Moonchild (nothing like the Iron Maiden song) and The Court Of The Crimson King though they have moments of beauty and style fail to land in the fun zone. While many will appreciate the music for it's complexity and degree of difficulty, it's not an album you put on in the background of a party. Perhaps our blues based rock brains aren't mature enough to understand but we find 70s era Yes and Genesis far easier to digest and enjoy. Note: We recorded this a year before releasing it as we planned for it to be our first On First Listen but scheduling necessities caused us to leave it on the shelf. We mention that it's 54th anniversary is coming up but as we release this it's the 55th anniversary of original release. And it was before we interviewed director Toby Amies about his fabulous documentary King Crimson: In The Court Of The Crimson King for episode 158. Ugly American Werewolf in London Website Visit our sponsor RareVinyl.com and use the code UGLY to save 10%! Twitter Threads Instagram YouTube LInkTree www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We've developed our On First Listen series to give us a chance to explore albums that we didn't know but had heard about for years. Maybe a friend recommended it, perhaps it was popular at a time in our lives when it slipped past us or maybe we'd seen in on all-time lists. King Crimson's debut fit into the third category as many progressive rock fans hold In The Court Of The Crimson King in very high regard. And with many talented line-ups over the years including Greg Lake on bass & vocals, Ian McDonald on keys and many other things, and Robert Fripp on guitar on this album (with future versions featuring John Wetton, Boz Burrell, Bill Bruford, Tony Levin, Adrian Belew, Mel Collins and many, many more) we figured we'd give it a go. However, while the musicianship is off the charts and they experiment with many keys, times and toys (the new mellotron was driving much of their experimental sound), sometimes it's not terribly listenable. 21st Century Schitzoid Man is abrupt and in your face as a protest to the Vietnam War but isn't a toe tapper. The wistful I Listen To The Wind is 180 degree turn as a lovely ballad but is more than 6 minutes long. And Epitaph, Moonchild (nothing like the Iron Maiden song) and The Court Of The Crimson King though they have moments of beauty and style fail to land in the fun zone. While many will appreciate the music for it's complexity and degree of difficulty, it's not an album you put on in the background of a party. Perhaps our blues based rock brains aren't mature enough to understand but we find 70s era Yes and Genesis far easier to digest and enjoy. Note: We recorded this a year before releasing it as we planned for it to be our first On First Listen but scheduling necessities caused us to leave it on the shelf. We mention that it's 54th anniversary is coming up but as we release this it's the 55th anniversary of original release. And it was before we interviewed director Toby Amies about his fabulous documentary King Crimson: In The Court Of The Crimson King for episode 158. Ugly American Werewolf in London Website Visit our sponsor RareVinyl.com and use the code UGLY to save 10%! Twitter Threads Instagram YouTube LInkTree www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Since the critics can't seem to get enough progressive rock, they are reviewing In the Court of the Crimson King by King Crimson. Nerds unite! This episode features a ravenous parody of a rock'n'roll classic.

Your hosts the 21st century schizoid men invite you to meet them on the desert shore to hear what they make of Christa Paffgen's difficult third album and the King Crimson record that may well be to blame for inventing prog rock. Do they have time for such Fripp-ery?

References Acta Physiologica (Oxford)2024. V.240, Issue 3 e14107 Int. J. Mol. Sci. 2023, 24, 5564 Simon, Paul and Bruce Woodley. 1966.The Cyrkle. "Red Rubber Ball" https://open.spotify.com/track/6DuLN8tFW0DkH9wsbTHZsX?si=3bc8b99f3ae34ac6 Robert Fripp, Ian McDonald, Greg Lake, Michael Giles, Pete Sinfield English 1969. "Court of the Crimson King" King Crimson https://open.spotify.com/track/3kzbkZtBqamTgyO31DO1Sn?si=ff8d5fd6194740d6 Mendelsshon. F. 1830. Overture:"The Hebrides/ Fingal's Cave" Op. 26. https://open.spotify.com/track/5u04CcLiM8zflXQIPcyprv?si=2b08f07ddbe34ed0 --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dr-daniel-j-guerra/support

Sinopsis: En este episodio seguimos en la estación de la Federación situada en Loeches Planet, donde el ordenador central de la Sinfoprise "Pichu" sigue actualizando su sistema. La tripulación sigue en un bar con Noné Easter. Escuchamos a Sui Generis, Reimagining In The Court Of The Crimson King, Big Big Train, John Lennon, Rick Wakeman, Drifting sun y Esquizoide, con la presentación de las habituales secciones de Carlos Duro, Alex Baldassarini y Ángel G. Lajarín Busca tu programa y/o reproductor preferido en https://linktr.ee/sinfonautas Podéis mandar un mensaje de voz al WhatsApp : +34 611 60 59 73. Se reproducirá el mensaje en un programa posterior. Etiquetas: #Sinfonautas73 #SuiGeneris #ReimaginingInTheCourtOfTheCrimsonKing #BigBigTrain #JohnLennon #RickWakeman #Driftingsun #axiom9 #thecircleprojectbestiario2 #Sinfonautas #Sinfonautaspodcasteclectico #Sinfonautaspodcast #progcircle

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Send us a Text Message.On this weeks episode, we discuss King Crimson's 1969 debut: In the Court of the Crimson King. Not only is In the Court of the Crimson King regarded as one of the greatest and most influential progressive rock (or prog rock) albums of all time, it is considered by many to be the album that defined the genre. Like all prog rock musicians, Robert Fripp, Greg Lake, Micheal Giles, and Ian McDonald all know their way around their instruments.   But what makes King Crimson stand out from those they would influence, and what makes this album worthy of a listen, is that the band never lost the sight of what made a song a song; they weren't interested in excessive musicianship over musicality, and most of In the Court of the Crimson King is hauntingly beautiful. Based on the band's live performances, established artists such as Pete Townsend and Jimi Hendrix sung the band's praises before the album was ever released. Their performance in front of an estimated 500,00 people in Hyde Park on a bill with the Rolling Stones in July 1969 reinforced that King Crimson was a band to watch.  When In the Court of the Crimson King was release later that year, songs like title track and "21st Century Schizoid Man" laid down the foundational building blocks for progressive rock for years to come, and cemented King Crimson as one of the most influential bands to come out of the 1960s.  It's never been easier to call 512-766-8495Visit us at www.tappingvinyl.com.

In this brief episode, we spotlight the two metal bands brave enough to tackle the middle part of King Crimson's innovative and highly influential 1969 classic, "21st Century Schizoid Man." Note I: The Radical Research Patreon page is now set up and ready for your patronage. We are offering tiered subscription levels for those who want a set-it-and-forget-it donation option. As ever, if you choose to support us, we are humbled and grateful! patreon.com/RadicalResearchPodcast Note II: All past Radical Research episodes can be found here, where you can also find Jeff's Peter Steele and Fates Warning books…and more to come soon! Radicalresearch.org Music Cited in Order of Appearance: King Crimson, "21st Century Schizoid Man" (In the Court of the Crimson King, 1969) Voivod, "21st Century Schizoid Man" (Phobos, 1997) Forbidden, "21st Century Schizoid Man" (Distortion, 1995)

Sequel to the ‘Lost In Eros' Trilogy By BradentonLarry – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Preface This is a direct sequel to the Lost in Eros series. Ideally, you should have enjoyed that trilogy before this sequel. The ‘Lost In Eros' series is as long as The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring combined! So, it seems fair to offer a bit of a recap here… (If the original series is fresh in your mind, you might want to just move a head a minute, to the beginning of the actual chapter, which does include a very brief bit of reminder.) This sequel is also split into audio episodes (or, parts;) that are each about 30 minutes, for podcasting format. The actual literary chapters vary greatly in length, but you'll be notified when a new chapter starts, during an episode.In Book 1, “The Manor,” two friends, Don and Toshia wake up in a strange bed quite removed from their normal circumstances. Their relationship, though quite close, was purely platonic, and yet here they found themselves in bed together and naked. Throughout the ‘Lost in Eros' trilogy, Toshia struggles to find a way back to Sarah, her lover. In Book 2, “The Forest,” Don, Toshia, and their three companions encounter a centaur, the Witches of the Glen, an attack by some ruffians,  & a nymph; before Toshia is then captured by the Sisterhood of Amazons. Toshia escapes into the forest again, where she meets and befriends the Beast, a lonely and very horny minotaur. Don and the others are caught by the Wizard. Once freed, Don leads his companions on a mission to rescue Toshia from the Sisterhood, fighting them in an epic kung fu battle that leads to him defeating their leader. In Book 3, “The Return,” Don, Toshia, and their companions return to their quest to find the Sage of the Tower. Using a flying carpet provided by the Wizard, until it crashes them in a pool in the middle of an odd place called The Resort, which they are then required to stay at and experience the attractions, such as the Clockwork Club, the Jungle Room, and Ladies Night. Once they are allowed to proceed up to the tower, Don, Toshia, and Nicole relate their stories to scribes the Sage, who is actually able to give them some useful information. Among other things, they find out that they can get back to the “real world” by going downriver to a place called the Grotto of Ishtar, that there seem to be rings some people have that allow them to go back and forth between that world and Eros at will, and that one person, a Stephanie Ayers, has been at work trying to find out more about these rings for some time. Intent on returning home, Toshia leads Don and Nicole back to the Resort and to a riverboat landing, where the party basically splits up into those heading downriver to the Grotto (Don, Toshia, and Shelonda) and those staying behind at the Resort (Nicole and the others). After one last night together in the Jungle Room (where Don hoped to encounter the sexy and mysterious India, who he thought had one of those special rings), Don, Toshia, and Shelonda head off on the riverboat, to the Grotto of Ishtar. In the Grotto, Don reveals that he has decided to stay in Eros to try to secure one of those rings. Toshia finishes the ritual alone and wakes up next to her girlfriend Sarah without any noticeable amount of time having passed at all. That very day, Toshia gets a phone call from Don, apparently returned from Eros. Chapter 1. Reunion As Toshia pulled into the parking lot she was a bit surprised to notice how nervous she was. It had been a week since her adventures in Eros—a week since she'd fallen asleep next to Sarah, awakened next to her dear (and decidedly platonic) friend Don, in a strange world of witches and wizards, not to mention centaurs, satyrs, and at least one minotaur. What followed were weeks of weird and sometimes frightening adventures, as well as more sex than most people had in their entire lives. Early on, she and Don became lovers, but this was hardly the limit of things! Amidst her adventures, Toshia had sex with countless men and women, often at the same time, as well as the aforementioned satyrs and minotaur, only to eventually find a way to wake up once again next to her beloved Sarah, the very same night she had fallen asleep in the first place. Toshia might have passed it off as a bizarre, extraordinarily vivid dream except for the fact that her body bore the unmistakable evidence of her time in Eros. She was tanner and in better shape than when she'd gone to bed, and there were a few bruises that could only be explained by the vigorous sex she'd indulged in aboard the Maidenhead, the ship captained by the enigmatic Captain Sage. Strangely, Sarah hardly noticed any changes in her, but Toshia could hardly ignore the effects of her experiences in Eros, not just on her body but in her attitude. While the XYZ no longer coursed through her veins, making her body a perpetually revved up sex machine, she was still alive to the joys and possibilities of carnality all around her in a way that was quite different from her earlier life, though she had always thought she had a sex-positive attitude. In the last week, Toshia's sex life with Sarah had certainly been rekindled, but she had also noticed that she was keenly aware of the sexuality of the people around her, at work, in the park, at the grocery store, and so on. While there was no danger of her losing control and succumbing to temptation, she could hardly deny that she now had sex on her mind as never before. Finally, the last nail in the it-was-all-a-dream coffin was the fact that Don had called her, about six hours after she had awakened and quickly corroborated her experience in a rather one-sided conversation. They had agreed to meet the following weekend, Don traveling to spend the weekend—ostensibly just to catch up with his friend. That “ostensibly” was the rub. Toshia still hadn't told Sarah anything. Hell, she had no idea how to begin. “Hey, babe, so while you were sleeping, I was somehow taken to another world and had all kinds of adventures. Oh, and I had lots and lots of sex with other people, including Don.” Toshia couldn't see any way to either convince Sarah she wasn't crazy, but even if she did that, how would she manage to make Sarah believe all that sex was something Sarah should accept? It was a mess, no question. Toshia hoped Don would have some ideas about this. One thing Toshia was sure of, though, was that there would be no shenanigans until Sarah knew the truth. This commitment was put to the test a bit when Toshia saw Don there, outside the Thai restaurant they'd agreed on as a rendezvous. He grinned so happily as he saw her, his arms felt so good around her, and his breath felt so warm on her neck… and then they were kissing, deeply, passionately. For Toshia it just felt natural. This was the nature of their relationship now. Still she managed to push him away a bit, smiling and blushing a little. “I haven't told Sarah yet,” she admitted. He looked into her eyes, still grinning, “Oh, yeah, no, that's alright. It's just been so long; I've missed you so much!” “Well, a week isn't that long,” she laughed. “A week for you, maybe,” chuckled Don. “I was in Eros for years before I called you last week.” “Years?!” “Yeah, there was a lot to get done,” he smiled. Toshia noticed the dark metal ring he wore on his left middle finger. “You got one, eh?” Don nodded, “I did indeed.” “What did you have to do?” Don blew a little raspberry, “Quite a bit, really. I'll tell you all about it, but let's actually get some lunch; I'm starving!” “Now that's the Don I remember,” she laughed as he opened the door. Strangely awkward idle conversation filled the space around being seated and ordering—"How's Sarah?“ “Good.” “Work going alright?” “Yes. How's your semester so far?"—until they were able to get down to serious business. "Okay,” Toshia leaned forward over the table. “Tell me everything!” Don laughed and said, “Well, where to begin…?” “At the Grotto of Ishtar, obviously.” “Okay, but I'm going to have to be brief if you want the whole story before we meet Sarah for dinner.” “She works until six, so we have some time,” Toshia said seriously, but with a smile. “Get on with it, Professor.” “Okay, okay,” he chuckled as he spread his hands out on the table. “Well, Shelonda and I swam back up to the longboat, which took us back to Sage's ship, which took us back to Rendezvous.” “I think you're already leaving too much out.” Don smiled, then looked around to reassure himself that the restaurant wasn't busy and that they were indeed sitting in the back corner, well away from the other customers, and then continued. “As before, but without your assistance, Shelonda had to make herself available for the crew. She didn't seem to mind.” “I'll bet,” Toshia grinned, “and what were you up to?” “Well, Sage watched me play with Megan and Jasmine again that afternoon, but she could tell my heart wasn't in it.” “Aw,” Toshia smirked, “but other parts of you were up to the challenge, I'll bet.” “Well, yeah, but I was definitely less enthusiastic after saying goodbye to you. Sage picked up on this, and, honestly, we spent most of that trip talking.” “In Eros? Crazy!” “I know, right?” Don leaned on the railing in front of him and observed the scene on the deck below. Someone had gathered sheets and pillows to make a fairly comfortable, and rather large, sex nest for Shelonda and her many playmates. As the sun set, and the crew finished their daytime duties, they cleaned up and joined Shelonda for what was rapidly becoming an epic gangbang. The red-golden light played over her dark skin as she knelt there surrounded by hard cocks, taking one after the other into her eager mouth, and then as she moved onto her hands and knees to receive cocks from both ends. It was hard for Don to make out details, particularly as the sunlight faded to be replaced by torchlight, but he could hear the unmistakable sounds of Shelonda's rising pleasure. “You travel in enthusiastic company,” Sage observed as she came up next to Don. “So do you, Captain,” Don smiled. “It's a wonder you keep them all in line.” “Well, Megan and Jasmine are happy to help out with that, and most of them don't mind playing with each other. Some even prefer it.” Don noticed that the good captain had dropped any piratic pretenses, at least for the time being. He decided to ask about what had been bothering him for more than two days, “What about you, though?” “What about me?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. “Well, for starters,” Don paused thoughtfully, “do you ever lend a hand, so to speak?” Sage snorted a bit, “That would make it very hard to maintain discipline, wouldn't it?” Don nodded, “Perhaps, but you've never… not even as a special occasion?” “No,” she said firmly. While he considered his next line of inquiry, Don thought back to everything he'd heard and surmised about Eros, including the situation he and Toshia had encountered in the castle of the Sisterhood. “You seem unique, captain,” Don finally said. “I haven't met anyone else in Eros who doesn't seem very much interested in sex.” Sage laughed, “You mean who isn't consumed by their urge to fuck.” Smiling at her, Don nodded, “Exactly.” There was a long pause. Below them, Shelonda was sandwiched between a burly sailor lying underneath her, who had himself deep inside her pussy, and a tall, black man who was fucking in and out of her ass. There were two or three men in front of her, apparently enjoying both the show and whatever she was doing to them with her talented mouth. Everyone seemed to be having a very good time. “I like you, Don,” Sage said at last. “Go ahead and ask your questions.” Don smiled, “I like you too, Sage.” Then, after a considering his options, he asked, “Do you like sex? I mean, some people don't.” She laughed, “Yes, I do like sex.” “But you never…?” “Well, yes, when I first got here, for like the first two days, I was just like everyone else. But then it occurred to me that I had completely lost control of myself. I like being the captain, Don. I'm not judging you, or anyone else, but I decide when and where to have sex, and with whom. If the answer is everywhere all the time and with everyone, I'm letting my urges use me as a means to their satisfaction. I wouldn't be a moral agent, hardly even a person, then. I'd rather be the captain.” “You're a philosopher,” Don grinned. “That was a long time ago,” shrugged Sage. “You've been here a long time, but ever since those first couple of days…?” She chuckled, “Well, now and then I fall off the wagon. Megan, Jasmine, and Sven don't seem to mind.” “I'll bet they don't!” Don said with sincere admiration. “Were you like this before you got here, Don?” “Horny?” “Ha! No. I mean, so upfront about things.” “Yeah, pretty much,” he shrugged. “It's a nice trait. Don't lose it.” “Thanks, ‘don't plan to,” Don laughed. He took a moment to admire her profile as she idly watched Shelonda getting picked up and then laid on her back with her legs splayed and ready for the next of her playmates. He found himself liking her nose almost as much as the curve of her breasts. He swallowed and asked, “So, um, feel like ‘falling off the wagon'?” She smirked and gave him a sidelong glance, “Nice try, my friend, nice try.” “So the two of you never…?” Toshia asked as she sipped her tea. “Well, never is a long time,” Don chuckled. “Let me tell the story. I promise not to leave anyone important out.” “Just the scores of nameless women you pleasured along the way,” she said wryly. “I'm sure the vast majority of them had names.” “'Stands to reason,” nodded Toshia. “Go on.” “Well, Shelonda and I disembarked at Rendezvous, and made our way back to the riverboat landing.” “Was the city easier to navigate this time?” “Yes, it was. I think it helped that I knew where we were going.” “Were you able to get back in the mood?” “Yeah,” Don admitted. “The non-stop orgy going on all around helped, along with the XYZ, naturally, but there wasn't a day or night that went by when I didn't think of you. Sure, sometimes it was in the middle of sex when I'd wish you were there to sit on my face…” he smiled across the table. “But you were always on my mind.” She smiled warmly, “At least once a day.” “And once a night,” Don grinned. “Shelonda missed you too. She threw herself into the sex even more vigorously than before, but I could tell she was preoccupied when she wasn't, well, otherwise occupied. I asked her about it, and she said, 'I don't think I ever had a sister, except Toshia.'” “Damn, Don!” Toshia breathed, wiping a tear out of her eye. “Get back to the story.” “Well, that's actually relevant. We went back up the river to the Resort. I wanted to see if India was around… Remember, she's the one I thought had one of these rings. She does, but she wasn't there. Anyway, I wanted to look for her and talk to the Sage again. But while we stopped at the Resort, I lost Shelonda.” “What?!” Somehow it felt like much more than almost two weeks since they had left the Resort. As Don and Shelonda made their way past the various clubs and bungalows, he thought it seemed smaller and a bit less over-the-top. Certainly, Rendezvous had been bigger, but Don suspected it was a strange familiarity that rendered the Resort more prosaic. He felt most comfortable here. First, there was a lack of sinister mystery that had haunted their time in the Manor, and Rendezvous had very much felt like something to be passed through, both times. Plus, there was a nice variety here that he enjoyed, even if that variety was rather hokey, bordering on the ludicrous. He noticed that a few of the people lounging and frolicking about had bits of clothing on here and there, which reminded him of the garments Shelonda and he had discarded way back in that odd tavern outside Rendezvous and on the Maidenhead, respectively. This thinking reminded Don of all the travels and adventures he, Toshia, Shelonda, and the others had enjoyed, though that wasn't quite the word for all of it. With all this in mind, Don reached out and took Shelonda's hand. She smiled back at him. “Thank you for all your help, Shelonda, and for your support and company. You've been a very good sport.” She laughed, “It's mostly been a lot of fun, really. I promised to help you and Toshia find your way home, and I'm glad I was able to do that, even if you decided not to go back.” “Yes, mission accomplished!” Don grinned. “You did a fantastic job!” “All the sex was fun too,” Shelonda winked. “Uh,” Don pulled her close and gave her a kiss. “It definitely was! We should get back to that soon.” “Good idea!” They might have stopped there and gone at it without a second thought, but they had already come to the Jungle Room, so they hurried inside. Again, Don was struck by the fact that the place was clearly larger on the inside. To this was added the fact that things had been rearranged rather radically in the last couple of weeks. The large wooden structure that had been the main feature—with its dancefloor and stories of open-air sex platforms, and a bathtub—was gone. Instead, more centrally located, there was a large wooden dance floor on the ground level of the “jungle.” A vast, colorful canopy was spread over the dancefloor, which featured poles for dancing and big cushioned chairs for another kind of dancing. The whole assembly made up a kind of pavilion as the focal point for those coming into the Jungle Room. The pool had been moved back, so that it was behind the pavilion, and it now boasted a fountain shooting water high into the air, in addition to the waterfall, the source of which seemed to be bubbling up from a pile of rocks off to the side. The blankets, clearing, lounges and fire pits had been redistributed about the jungle floor, and Don was pretty sure the trees and treehouses had been relocated as well. “It's different,” Shelonda said with a frown, as if to confirm Don's thinking. Then she shrugged and headed in, moving toward the dance pavilion. Don followed close behind, reminding himself that he needed to pay attention to more than her swaying backside. There were fewer people in the jungle than there had been before. There was a single woman dancing lazily around one of the poles, and another straddling the lap of the only man in that area. As he got closer, Don saw that the lap dancer was none other than Jaden, who flashed him a quick smile and wink before going back to her intent grinding in time to the music that filled the space below the canopy. Don smiled as he remembered the lithe, rather enthusiastic redhead. Coming out on the other side of the dance pavilion, Don wasn't exactly surprised that the volume of the music diminished considerably. Shelonda pulled up, and turned to Don with a smile, “Who was it we're looking for?” “India, but you didn't meet her before, did you?” “I don't think so, no.” “Beautiful woman with long black hair, and dark skin… not quite as dark as yours, though,” Don smiled. “I'll go look around for her. You should just relax and have fun, and I'll catch up to you in a bit. Oh, but if you see someone who might be India, try to keep track of her.” “Will do,” Shelonda grinned, then added with a saucy little smirk, “Don't take too long.” Don watched for a moment as she sauntered off toward the pool. He thought a refreshing dip in the water would be quite nice, followed by a long session of fucking Shelonda… but he really was dead set on finding India if she were there. With a quiet little groan, Don turned to the left and started his search. Working clockwise around the Jungle Room, Don checked each thatch-roofed hut and treehouse. He found the big orgy bed/platform half-hidden among some brush, as well as a set of four hot tubs near one another, set up, he surmised, so that people could watch each other and easily switch tubs if they wanted. There was a single couple enjoying one of the hot tubs, and a pair of women apparently napping after enjoying themselves in one of the tree houses, but no sign of India. Don made his way back to the pavilion and had an opportunity to get a better look at the new (for him) dancer. She was a leggy blonde with the kind of body a Playboy centerfold would envy. Her long hair was tied up, showing off her long, graceful neck. She had large, firm breasts held in check by a skimpy bikini top, which was a rather unusual bit of clothing for Eros. Her sexy hips were wrapped in a silky sarong, and Don got a glimpse of a matching bikini bottom covered her sex—again, very odd for Eros. She smiled at Don and nodded toward the chair in front of her pole, which was criminally empty. Don would have happily taken that spot, but at that very moment, Jaden got off her admirer's lap and shouted, “Hey there, Don! Welcome back!” As the lucky guy got up and started to head toward the pool to clean up and cool off, Jaden crossed the dance floor and threw herself into Don's arms. Don reveled in the feeling of Jaden's tits pressed against his chest as her mouth met his with a passionate kiss. He held her body tightly against him as their lips and tongues got reacquainted, and then moved his hands down to squeeze her tight ass firmly. When they finally came up for air, Jaden smiled over to the other dancer and said, “I'm going to take a quick break, Robin. Think you can get along without me?” Robin gave a haughty laugh and said, “I'll find a way to manage.” Don noticed that four or five guys had just come into the Jungle Room and were heading Robin's way, but then he was yanked to attention by Jaden tugging on his hand. “Let's go gang up on that cute friend of yours,” Jaden suggested. “I like the way you think!” Don laughed. Before they got to the poolside, though, Don thought to ask, “Is India around?” “I don't think so. I haven't seen her since she was here redecorating the other day.” Don wanted to ask about this redecorating, but he was suddenly distracted by the sight of Shelonda, who was quite busy at the moment. Beneath her was a strapping young black man who had his hands full with Shelonda's luscious tits, and presumably his cock up inside her pussy. Behind her, with hands alternately gripping her waist and caressing her tight butt, was a rather fit middle-aged guy who seemed to be fucking her ass. All of this was taking place on a wide chaise lounge that must have been stronger than it looked. Shelonda saw Don and gave him a big, very happy smile, but then went right back to encouraging her playmates, who Don suspected needed very little further encouragement. “'Guess we're too late,” Jaden laughed. Then she pulled Don with her into the pool. Laughing along with Jaden's exuberance, Don ducked under the water, enjoying the refreshing splash and noticing that the XYZ, along with everything else, already had his cock rigidly hard. Jaden noticed this as well when her hand wrapped around his thick shaft and pulled him to her for another deep and lingering kiss. Don hugged Jaden's slender body to him with his left arm, as his right hand delved between her legs. Jaden pulled and twisted his cock insistently as his fingers stroked her lips, parting them and then pushing up between them. Jaden threw her free arm around Don's neck and pushed up out of the water to wrap her legs around his waist. He pulled his arm out from between them, using it instead to help support Jaden as she positioned his cock just right and then sank down upon it. Don groaned as he felt her hot sex enveloping him, pulling down on his cock until his head hit her cervix. They kept kissing, their tongues moving eagerly against each other, as Jaden rocked her hips in the water, grinding her clit against the base of Don's shaft and squeezing and stroking the rest of his organ with her exquisitely talented muscles. When she finally began to move up and down on him, Don's hands slid down her wet back to hold her ass tightly. Feeling her legs flex around him, Don helped to raise and lower Jaden on him as the water splashed around and between them. Out of the corner of his eye, Don could see the backsides of the men plowing into Shelonda, and beyond that, up at the dance pavilion, it looked like the new guests of the Jungle Room were gathered around Robin, who seemed to be on her knees. Shuddering, Don closed his eyes and focused on the sensations of this wild, passionate woman in his arms—her mouth on his, her arms around his neck, her tits against his chest, her thighs squeezing his hips, her hot pussy squeezing and pulling on his straining manhood. For herself, Jaden was using Don's body to stimulate herself to a fever pitch. Her earlier lap dance and the aphrodisiac qualities of the XYZ water combined with the passionate sex to bring her quickly over the edge. She cried out as the first wave hit her. Don held onto her body, shoving up into her as she clutched at him wildly. Jaden was biting his lip as he felt himself exploding up into her, a boiling hot geyser of condensed lust pumping into her. “Fuck!” Don breathed at last. Jaden kissed him, and chuckled, “That's how we welcome people back to the Jungle Room.” “Wow! It's a very good way!” Don laughed. “I'm glad you like it,” Jaden grinned as she rocked herself against him, still impaled on his persistently hard cock. Don noticed that the slender young man who Jaden had danced for earlier was now reclining at the edge of the pool, and Shelonda's threesome was taking a bit of a break. “Why don't we move this over to the hot tubs?” Don suggested with a squeeze of Jaden's ass. “Good idea!” she kissed him again, and slowly eased herself up off his cock. Then she turned around and easily loud enough to be heard by everyone in the area, “Let's all go to the hot tubs!” Soon Don, Shelonda, Jaden, the other three guys, and a petite woman of apparently Indian or Pakistani extraction with full breasts and a cute short hair style who Don had not noticed but who had been watching all the assorted sex in the pool, were playing in one of the hot tubs. Shelonda was sucking on the cock of the young man Jaden had entertained earlier, while Jaden was sitting back on the lap of the black guy with his cock up her ass and the middle-aged guy was fingering her pussy and sucking on her beautiful tits. Meanwhile, Don had the new girl, whose name he never did learn, sit up on the edge of the hot tub so he could go down on her moist pussy and sensitive clit. She was holding his head to her, gasping and shuddering with her second orgasm, and Don was about to rise up and slide into her ready embrace when he heard a familiar voice cry out, “Professor!” “And Shelonda's here too!” said a second voice. With a parting kiss to the woman's sex, Don looked around to see Amy and Nicole standing over the hot tub, both of them naked and every bit as beautiful as Don remembered. “Hi there,” Don smiled. “Come on in and join the party.” In what seemed like only seconds, Nicole had gotten Don's newest friend into a 69, and Amy was sitting in the tub with Don standing in front of her, his cock filling her talented mouth. This was the beginning of a long orgy that lasted for at least an hour. Ultimately, though, Don was left in the tub surrounded by his four lovely friends. Jaden was idly stroking his cock in the water, and Shelonda was sandwiched between Amy and Nicole, who were having a hard time keeping their hands and mouths off Shelonda's body. It was then that Nicole started to press Don for details about the quest to the Grotto of Ishtar and the return trip. Of course, since they were soaking in a hot vat of XYZ the story was interrupted by mischief several times. Don and Shelonda finally finished telling the tale and they all went to look for something to eat, but then returned to the Jungle Room where they took over one of the tree houses for a long, intense little orgy where the plan seemed to be to see how many orgasms they could give Shelonda, who was ultimately reduced to a quivering, giggling state before passing out. Don held her in his arms and the others, including Jaden, snuggled in around them. Just before surrendering to sleep, Don kissed Shelonda's shoulder and thought it was very nice to be reunited with most of the original sextet, particularly here in the Resort. “When I woke up, Shelonda was just gone,” Don frowned. “We looked around everywhere but there was no sign of her, and no one could remember her getting up in the night. It seems that she just fell asleep in Eros and woke up back here, wherever she was originally from.” “Damn,” Toshia breathed. “Yeah, it was hard to take, I admit. I knew what was going on when you left, but this was a real punch in the gut. It hit Nicole and I hardest; the others seemed more inclined to just roll with things.” “It doesn't sound like she was bored, though,” Toshia frowned. Don shook his head, “No, definitely not. My theory has been that she felt fulfilled. Accomplishing our 'mission,' and returning to her friends, and maybe all the sex that day, all combined to maybe mean that she didn't need Eros anymore. She was ready to come back, so she did.” Toshia reached across the table and took Don's hand, then said, “It must have been very hard.” “Yeah, it was,” Don smiled wanly. “However, for me it was quite a while ago. Ah, here's our food.” Don Meets Stephanie Ayers at the Disco. Chapter 2. The Lead “Hum, I've missed having food this good!” Don sighed. “I didn't miss it at the time, really, but now it feels like I've been starving for it.” Toshia laughed, “I thought the same thing, and I was in Eros for a much shorter time.” “It reminds me of that Star Trek: The Next Generation episode where Picard lives a whole life…” Don stopped when he saw the look he was getting. “Right; not the story you want me to tell.Toshia's smirk just made him want to lean across the table and kiss her, but Don shrugged and said, “Well, after we stopped looking for Shelonda, I thought it would be a good idea to check in at the Abbey of Records to see if Charlotte, you know, the Sage, could possibly give me any more information about those rings.” “She didn't seem to know much, when we were there.” “No, but I thought it was worth a try, particularly since India was nowhere to be found. Nicole came along, and we went through the whole sexy bathing and debriefing thing again. Unfortunately, though, as you guessed, Charlotte couldn't say more about the rings themselves, but she was helpful. She told us that that woman, Stephanie Ayers, had recently reported back in too. Apparently, she had discovered a lead.” “This was the woman who had been looking for a way to get a ring for a long time, right?” “Right,” Don nodded. “Anyway, Charlotte said that Stephanie had been there just two days earlier. Luckily, Charlotte told her that I might be looking for her, and Stephanie said she'd spend a few days hanging out at the Resort, and that she'd try checking in with the Sheriff's office at noon and sundown.” Toshia was impressed, “That's a very lucky break! Did you catch up with her?” As they came down together from the Abbey, Nicole had been quiet and Don had been in a hurry, but as they came back into the Resort, Nicole apparently decided to speak up, saying, “So, if you have one of these rings you can come and go from Eros whenever you want?” “That's what I understand,” Don nodded, still leading the way. “I mean, we don't have the particulars, but that's the idea.” “That seems like a pretty damn cool thing to have.” Don looked over his shoulder with a smile, “Thinking about joining me on my little quest?” With a laugh and a shrug, she said, “Sure, why not?” “It could take a lot of time, and we might have to go a long way,” offered Don. “Something tells me we'll still have a lot of fun, Professor.” Don had to admit that did seem highly likely. Then they had come to the sheriff's office. Opening the door, they were a bit surprised, oddly enough, to see the sheriff sitting on the edge of her desk, with cute little Mike on her knees in front of her, face buried in the pretty sheriff's pussy. As before, the sheriff was wearing cowboy boots, a light denim vest, a shiny six-pointed star badge, and a pleated skirt that was bunched up so her assistant, or deputy, could lick her properly. The sheriff was wearing her long, strawberry blonde hair in twin braid pigtails, and her vest had fallen open to expose her firm breasts and hard pink nipples. Don and Nicole paused there in the doorway, but only for a second, before they moved toward the two women, Nicole moving to the right and Don to the left. In another moment they had each lowered their mouth to one of the sheriff's nipples, sucking and flicking their tongues over her sensitive nubs. The sheriff groaned and shuddered with approval, so they kept at it until, only a minute or two after their arrival, the sheriff came with a whimpering shaking and gasping that Don found adorable. Obviously, it would have been rude to jump right in and ask the sheriff if she'd seen Stephanie Ayers. So, instead, he smiled at her and continued to caress her lean body. But then, Mike started more mischief, by moving over to the pussy on her right, that is Nicole's. Like Don, Nicole had given up on clothing days ago and so was unprotected from Mike's eager fingers and mouth, not that Nicole wanted any protection in that regard, and was, very soon, leaning back against the sheriff's desk as Mike eagerly lapped at her pussy and clit. The sheriff responded to this turn of events by grasping Don's hard cock, which had been pressed up against her firm thigh, and pulling him over in front of her. Don smiled and looked into her blue eyes as she guided his very ready cock to the mouth of her sex. He pushed forward, his head and thick shaft opening her up, and enjoyed the expression of unadulterated pleasure on her freckled face. To get more penetration, Don lifted her long right leg up, laid it across the corner of the desk, and then proceeded to fuck in and out of her, keeping her from scooting back from him by wrapping his right arm around her slender body. Next to them, Nicole had pushed Mike back only to get down on the floor with her in a tight little 69. The sheriff had her hands on Don's ass, pulling him into her insistently, and he was shoving up into her violently, grinding up on her clit with each thrust forward. Don held onto her with his left hand and used his right to lift her left leg up onto his shoulder, proceeding to fuck her harder and faster. The sheriff leaned back on the desk and looked up at him with eyes glazed over with feral lust and quickly approaching orgasm. She reached down between them with her slender fingers and began to play with her clit, and then she was crying out and whimpering as her climax tore through her lithe body. Don kept plunging into her as her pussy clenched and pulled on his cock. He loved watching her ponytails flailing about and her taut abs trembling as she rode the waves of ecstasy. “That was great!” she finally murmured. “Don, wasn't it?” “Ah, yes, exactly.” “Did you want to see me about something urgent or do you have time to come for me?” Taken a bit aback, Don laughed and said, “Oh, I definitely have time for that!” “Good!” she nodded decisively. She pushed Don back and he reluctantly drew himself out of her. She promptly turned around and bent over her desk, spreading her long, muscular legs, presenting her backside for Don. The girls on the floor next to him were moaning and doing their best to distract him, but Don had no trouble focusing on the sight in front of him. He ran his hands up the sides of those beautiful thighs, under the skirt, which had fallen back into place a bit, and over her tight ass. The sheriff looked over shoulder, and said, “Fuck me, Don.” With her freckles and ponytails, she was about the cutest young woman to ever say that to him, and he wasted no time in obliging her. Flipping the skirt up out of the way, Don pushed his cock down and back into her waiting pussy, shoving all the way in with one slow but intent motion. As the girls on the floor were bringing themselves to mutual, very loud, orgasms, Don held onto the sheriff's waist and pulled her back on his cock as he shoved into her again and again, feeling his balls slapping against her fingertips as she went back to playing with her clit. It didn't take much of this before Don felt his cock swelling inside the sheriff and his balls tightening. Then he was shoving hard inside her and groaning as his body clenched with all its might and spewed a hot flood of cum into her pussy and womb. He shuddered and shook, pumping what felt like an unending stream. He could feel the cum leaking out of her and running over his balls. When he finally began to regain his senses and equilibrium, warm hands pulled him away from the sheriff, resulting in an almost funnily long rope of cum between her messy pussy and the tip of his slick cock. Then Mike was there, eagerly sucking his cock into her mouth, as Nicole dove in to lick at the sheriff, burying her cute little face in the mess Don had left behind. “Hum” Toshia smiled, “but aren't you getting a bit sidetracked?” “Okay, okay,” Don laughed, glancing quickly at his watch. “Well, eventually, the sheriff said Stephanie had been in earlier and said she would be at Club 69 that evening and would be wearing a red dress, ‘at least to start.'” After spending at least an hour with the sheriff and Mike, Don and Nicole went for a dip in the pool, followed by a nap on a chaise lounge. Don was awakened by the pleasant sensation of Amy's mouth on his cock. She had snuck up on Don and Nicole as they slept but couldn't resist the sight of Don's casual erection. They were soon joined by pretty Liu and Toshia's friend Jimmy, from the Temple of Venus and Aphrodite, and the whole party spent the rest of the afternoon in a lazy poolside orgy. Eventually, after another dip in the pool to refresh themselves, they all set off in what Liu promised was the way to Club 69. Along the way they passed a few more interesting clubs, such as The Dungeon and the Drag Inn, as well as a street stand that offered the usual display of fruit and water. It was growing dark by the time they got to the last three clubs on that particular street. On their right was a brightly lit, mostly open-air affair called Mardi Raw, which was already busy with revelers enjoying the obviously New Orleans and Rio themed decor and music. Don was surprised how many people were wearing clothes, and even masks. Then he noticed a nearby shop they had just passed, the Wardrobery. Don thought that was probably where Stephanie got the red dress she was supposed to be wearing. He had half a mind to go in and see what kind of an assortment they had but decided that could wait. To the left of Mardi Raw, and taking up the end of the street, was a darker club called simply The Grotto, and then, opposite Mardi Raw, was their destination, Club 69. Don really hadn't expected to see so much neon in Eros. The building before them was white and seemed to be about fifty feet tall, though Don suspected it might be quite a bit taller on the inside. Over the four sets of high, black double glass doors that took up most of the street front, was a huge bright neon sign clearly identifying this as their destination. The “Club” was in blue, and the “69” was in searing red. There was a decidedly 1970s feel to it. Don started toward the doors, but Liu stopped him, saying, “Oh, people usually dress up a bit for the 69.” “Ironic,” Nicole said under breath. Since he wanted to check out the Wardrobery anyway, Don had no trouble smiling and saying, “Lead the way.” It turned out to be a self-service clothing warehouse four floors high. The menswear was on the top floor, and Don and Jimmy were quickly able to find some fairly nice clubbing clothes that fit them. Don laughed as he saw the collection of actual disco shoes, platforms and all, that were available in one corner. Rather than risking his neck, he chose a more sensible set of shoes, though they did have three-inch-high heels that seemed rather precarious at first. When they gathered on the street out front, Don wasn't surprised that the three women were stunning in their sexy, slinky dresses. Both Nicole and Amy had selected silk dresses that hung from their necks by thin straps and came to an end just below their butts, Nicole's in white and Amy's in yellow. Liu was wearing a much longer red dress that had a very long slit up each side and a black cord cinching it in around her narrow waist. Each of the women had also selected very sexy high-heeled shoes that were bound to their ankles and calves by thin straps. Once again, Don was so glad he was in Eros where he could be very confident that he would soon be having sex with at least one of these gorgeous women. “Okay, we're looking for a thin woman with brown hair that comes down to her shoulders,” Don reminded everyone. “And she's got big tits for her size,” Nicole added. “Yeah, I guess she's about as tall as Nicole here,” Don nodded, trying to remember if the Charlotte the Sage had said anything else. “And she should be wearing a red dress.” “And her name is Stephanie,” Nicole finished. “Oh yeah, that might help,” Don laughed. They entered the club and, quite expectedly, they were hit with a wall of sound they had not heard at all on the street. The heavy four-four beat of standard disco music filled the space, throbbing insistently through the air. Don was sure they were hearing a version of Donna Summer's “I Feel Love.” The vast majority of what looked like the ground floor was taken up by a flashing colored dance floor straight out of Saturday Night Fever. There were moving spotlights, strobe lights, and even a couple of mirror balls hanging from the ceiling. There were a lot more people dancing than Don had expected. Around three sides of the dance floor, excepting the area directly in front of the front doors, were semi-circular booths with padded seating for when a break from the dancing was needed. There were scantily clad wait staff moving about in this area carrying trays of fruit and glasses of water. Don noticed that the atmosphere, literally and figuratively speaking, was less intense than in the disco in the Manor. Things here were a bit less heady, not quite so loud, and certainly quite a bit brighter. As the party naturally headed for the dancefloor, Don caught Nicole's wrist, pulled her to him, and said, “Don't leave here without me, okay?” She smiled and nodded, then gave him a wink before swaying off toward the center of the dance floor. Perhaps because they weren't dancing in a fog of XYZ, and perhaps a bit because they were generally wearing more clothes, the dancers here were engaged in a lot less sex than their counterparts in the disco in the Manor. Now and then couples, and sometimes groups would leave the dancefloor and head for one of the booths off to the side, or disappear up one of the winding stairways Don now saw in the back corners, flanking a broad stage, which was currently unused and which itself surrounded a high DJ station. The crowd was the usual Erosian assortment of surprisingly healthy people ranging from apparent late teens to unusually vigorous senior citizens, though there were comparatively fewer of the latter. Almost everyone was wearing clothes, but there were a few happy nudists be-bopping away, and it was clear that some folks were in the process of slowly stripping off the clothes with which they'd started. People weren't really disco dancing, as such, at least not as far as Don remembered the style from his youth. Smiling at all the sexy bumping and grinding going on around him, he didn't think anyone would appreciate being corrected on that particular score. “By the way,” Don paused. “I'm not really sure, but I swear I saw Adam Levine across the room.” “What?!” Toshia laughed. “The actor? From Maroon 5?” “I know,” he shrugged, “it's crazy, but I'm pretty sure that was him, wearing a white John Travolta suit and a black satin shirt.” “Dancing?” “Well, not so much as standing there, getting a blowjob.” “Crazy!” Toshia shook her head. Don did his best to scour the room for a woman in a red dress who might be Stephanie Ayers, but he had to admit that the chaotic lighting and the distracting bodies in motion made things a bit difficult. Half a dozen times Don found himself thinking he would love to dance with one or two of the lovely women moving so provocatively all around him. He had nearly crossed the entire floor, and was considering heading up stairs, both to see what was up there and to continue his search, when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned to see a slender woman with thick, dark tousled hair framing her face. She had striking mascara and eyeshadow on as well as dark red lipstick, which amounted to more makeup than Don had seen in a long time. A sheer red dress with a wildly uneven hem hung from around her neck and clung to her generous bosom but left exposed her thin but muscular arms and shoulders, as well as one whole leg and the calf of the other, all nicely toned and tan. Don noticed that she also had a lovely long neck. She smiled a bit crookedly, and asked, “Looking for someone?” “Are you Stephanie?” he grinned. “That's what they call me,” she nodded as she stepped up and slipped her arms around his neck. “You Don?” “That's me,” he nodded, noticing that his hands automatically moved to her waist as they started swaying together in time with the music. He could feel that her body was extremely thin and fit, even for an Erosian. “I have to admit, you're younger than I expected.” “What were you expecting?” she arched her eyebrow at him in a way that reminded him of Toshia, though the way the right side of her mouth turned up higher than the left was all her own. “I don't know,” he shrugged, “but older, more experienced.” She laughed, “Oh, believe me, I'm experienced! But yeah, I was just 20 when I woke up here, so I suppose I still look about that. Counting Eros years, though, I'm more like 40.” “Well, you look amazing for your age,” Don laughed. “Ha! Thanks,” she smiled. “You're not so bad yourself.” The music shifted to a slow dance, and Stephanie moved in closer, resting her head on Don's chest. Don adjusted his embrace to hold her tighter. He had to admit she felt very good in his arms. “Is that a banana in your pocket, Don, or are you just happy to meet me?” she smiled up at him. “Definitely the latter,” he laughed, suddenly reminded of how odd the mores were here. He felt his cock rising against the unusual restraint of his slacks. Don decided to actually focus on the supposed business at hand, and said, “Charlotte said you had a lead on where or how to get those rings.” “I do,” she said. “We have to find a place, and it's not close.” “No?” Don asked, but before Stephanie could respond, Nicole and Amy appeared. “Oh, there you are, Professor!” Nicole exclaimed. “Is this her?” “Yes,” Don nodded, still holding onto Stephanie, but she pulled away to look at his two companions. Don made introductions, “Stephanie, this is Nicole, and this is Amy, and ladies, this is Stephanie.” “Oh, they're hot, Don!” Stephanie said with a hand grasping his upper arm in a way he didn't mind in the least. “Where did you find them?” “In the Manor.” “I haven't been there in ages,” she mused. “Maybe I'll go back for a visit if this doesn't pan out.” “Speaking of ‘this'…” Don prompted. “Oh, yeah, well, let's find a seat and have a chat, shall we?” She took Don's hand and led him and his lovely companions off to the nearest booth. Stephanie sat between Don and Nicole. Amy seemed to think this was going to be a sex break, so she sat next to Don and promptly started to unbutton and unzip his pants. It didn't even occur to him to stop her. “Oh, so she's not after a ring, eh?” Stephanie grinned. “What about you, cutie?” “Yeah, I'd like to be able to come back here, if I ever wind up leaving,” Nicole smiled. “I love it here.” “There's a lot to like, isn't there? Well, that's a nice banana, Don! Did someone call you professor?” “Yeah, I did that,” Nicole admitted. She was casually caressing Stephanie's thigh, having been smart enough to sit on the shorter-skirted side of the young, well, not so young, woman. “He's a history professor back in the real world.” “Well, the other real world, at any rate,” Stephanie smiled, as she returned the favor by running her hand up along Nicole's dark thigh. She was also idly moving her fingers over Don's hand and forearm. “This is just as real as where we're from.” Don was more than a little distracted by Amy's expert cock sucking, which had him at peak hardness already, but he managed to ask, “Do you have any idea how we go about getting a ring?” “Well, I actually managed to talk to a guy who had one. Now, that's distracting!” “Sorry,” Nicole grinned. She had slipped a hand up under Stephanie's dress. In turn, Stephanie had parted her legs a bit further for her. “No, don't stop,” Stephanie smiled. “Let's see how well I can resist, or how well you can distract me. Six of one, half dozen of the other. Where was I?” “Ah, you talked to a guy,” Don managed. He found himself holding the back of Amy's head as she deepthroated him intently. “Yes, and he said he wasn't supposed to talk about it, but I can be very persuasive,” Stephanie winked. “He said where I would have to go and said that I would have to 'undergo trials.'” “What kind of trials?” Nicole wanted to know. She had an impish grin on her face and had shifted around in the booth so that she was facing Stephanie more directly and could use her hand more effectively. “Oh, that's nice,” purred Stephanie. “Uh, he couldn't say. Apparently, he thought they were different for each person.” “Where do we have to go, though?” Don managed when Amy released his cock to strip off her little dress and toss it to the side. “Oh, those are very nice!” Stephanie said as Amy's tits hove into view. “Thanks!” Amy grinned. “Hey, why are you all still dressed?” “That's a very good question,” Stephanie nodded. Just then, Liu and Jimmy came up. Liu exclaimed, “Oh, there you are! Is this her?” “Yes, I'm her,” Stephanie said as she stood up to wriggle out of her dress. Don gaped at her athletic back, lingering on her tight ass, but then managed to croak out, “Stephanie, this is Liu and Jimmy, friends we made here at the Resort.” “In the Temple, at the orgy,” Liu explained while she also quickly slipped out of her clothes. Jimmy caught on quickly and was already half naked. Nicole, who hadn't missed the chance to get naked, was already pulling Stephanie back onto the seat next to her. Stephanie leaned back against Don and spread her legs for Nicole, who nestled between them, her hand going right back to Stephanie's moist sex. The two girls made out for a moment like that, and Don slipped his hand around Stephanie to cup one of her full breasts, teasing her nipple a bit. All the while, Amy kept sucking at Don's cock. Soon, Liu was laying back at the end of the booth as Jimmy expertly went down on her. Similarly, Nicole had kissed her way down Stephanie's body and was intently licking and sucking at her clit while her fingers pumped in and out of her very wet sex. Don was squeezing Stephanie's tit tightly, and her hands were, respectively, holding Nicole's head in place and clasping Don's hand. Don felt his pulse thundering in his temples as Amy inevitably brought him over the precipice into a shuddering volcanic orgasm that she directed to splash all over her pretty face. She laughed and then moved forward to rub her tits all over his twitching cock, getting cum all over herself. Don smiled down at Amy who grinned back at him, but then looked around to see if there were any other hard-ons in need of her attention. Don would have taken the opportunity to get undressed, but his arm was pinned to the back of the booth by Stephanie who was at that moment arching her back, pushing herself against Nicole's tongue. Don held onto Stephanie, now squeezing both of her tits in his hands, as she shook and cried out in orgasmic delight. While Nicole and Don caressed Stephanie, letting her bask in her afterglow a bit, a couple of men left the dancefloor in favor of the little orgy that was going on in this booth. One of the newcomers was happy to obey Amy's summons, standing in front of her and undoing his slacks, while the other moved over to caress Nicole's ass and legs as she lay on her belly between Stephanie's legs. It wasn't long before the first was getting an enthusiastic blowjob and the second was fucking Nicole from behind. “You travel in good company, Professor Don,” Stephanie smiled up at him. “Yes, I do!” Don laughed. “Want to join up?” “At least for a while,” she nodded as she sat up and turned to face him. “Why are you still wearing clothes?” Stephanie helped Don rid himself of what he was wearing as quickly as possible, before pushing him back on the bench and straddling his lap, holding his still hard cock up and then sinking down on it. Groaning with the exquisite pleasure of feeling his cock being enveloped by Stephanie's hot, wet pussy, Don ran his hands over her taut body, his eyes taking in every inch of her as she began to ride up and down on him. She held onto to the back of the booth as she ground herself against him and leaned in so that he could get his mouth on her tits. It was quite some time later when they had all managed to make their way up to one of the smaller, more private rooms upstairs, with the vague notion of finding a place to collapse after their orgy, that Don remembered that they had been in the middle of conversation when all the sex broke out. He kissed Stephanie, who was reclining in his arms again, but this time it was Jimmy going down on her. Don said, “So, you were saying, this guy told you where you needed to go…” “Oh, yeah,” she smiled and then said something. “Ah, what was that again?” Don asked, quite sure that she couldn't have said what he thought she had said. “We have to go to the Hall of the Court of the Crimson Mountain King,” she murmured with a combination of husky rising passion and exhaustion. Don could not resist laughing, so he did, long and hard. Chapter 3. The Valley “I don't get it,” Toshia frowned. “Well, you know Grieg's 'In the Hall of the Mountain King,' right?” “Of course.” “Well, there's this classic progressive rock album, by King Crimson, called In the Court of the Crimson King. Somebody apparently thought it was clever to put the two things together. At the time I thought it was hysterical.” She cocked her eyebrow at him and smirked, “I guess you had to be there.” “It gets better,” Don couldn't resist chuckling a bit. “You know 'Kublai Khan,' by

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The ‘eater of worlds' is a composite creature hell bent on consuming all life and all good in the world. Many know this monster as the Crimson King or Pennywise, both Stephen King characters, but their essence can also be found in the recent portrait of King Charles, which also features, by mirroring and flipping or applying filters, something clearly unsettling. Some see Baphomet, but this composite has horns pointing upward and is not representative of the demonic like William Blake's Great Red Dragon, an image that appears to be in the center of the painting. And a decapitated king's head instead implies the Ritual of Killing the King, while the butterfly is not Monarch mind control, but a symbol of the BA leaving the body at death. Is the portrait a dark omen of his death and transfer of power to William? Running parallel to this bizarre revelation is the Eurovision contest that seemed more like a black mass for beginners, or at least debauchery dressed up, or down, as entertainment. The Vatican also updated their guidance on apparitions and revelations earlier today, tightening control on official recognition of such things due to frauds and other factors.-FREE ARCHIVE & RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-secret-teachingsTwitter: https://twitter.com/TST___RadioFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesecretteachingsWEBSITE (BOOKS, RESUBSCRIBE for early show access): http://thesecretteachings.infoPaypal: rdgable@yahoo.comCashApp: $rdgableBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/tstradioSUBSCRIBE TO NETWORK: http://aftermath.mediaEMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.com

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https://www.patreon.com/AdeptusRidiculoushttps://www.adeptusridiculous.com/https://twitter.com/AdRidiculoushttps://orchideight.com/collections/adeptus-ridiculousMagnus the Red (also known as the Crimson King, the Sorcerer-King, Cyclopean Magnus or the Red Cyclops) is the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Chaos Space Marine legion. A giant in both physical and mental terms whilst a mortal inhabitant of the materium, Magnus long tried to understand and control the warp, becoming a sorcerer of formidable power. Magnus would eventually fall from favour with his father, the Emperor, and with the majority of his brother-primarchs due to his zealous advocacy and use of such power. Indeed it would prove to be his mortal undoing, as, forewarned of Horus' fall to Chaos, his attempt to use his own warp-touched abilities to alert the Emperor to the situation brought about his own damnation and servitude to the Chaos God Tzeentch. Magnus led his own troops to the banner of Horus and fought on his side during the Great Betrayal, surviving the events and being elevated to the position of Daemon Prince. He has spent the majority of the millennia since ensconced atop his tower upon the Planet of the Sorcerers, planning the destruction of the Imperium.Support the show

"The plus is because Pete Townshend likes it. (...) Beware the forthcoming hype. This is ersatz shit." -Robert Christgau in his D+ review of King Crimson's debut album "In The Court of the Crimson King" "A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic." -Jean Sibelius Me and the theater kids agree. This is prog rock.

Today on KIOS at the Movies, Joshua LaBure is joined by filmmaker Toby Amies and King Crimson bass player, Tony Levin to discuss the film new documentary “In the Court of the Crimson King: King Crimson at 50.”

Floating islands rising from the ocean, tethered by chains. Prophecies in song, carried on the wind. Prog rock. These are just a few parts of a listener's bronze-age setting built on an idyllic seascape, traversed by kites and boats. But all is not as it seems, and to learn the truth we must go far into the planet's past, when the red star first rose and the royal pair still reigned together.   Do you have a setting you'd like us to build? Send us your worldbuilding prompt! https://forms.gle/F4SNMH3k7ea5fr1F8 And if you're feeling particularly generous, you can support us on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/worldbuildwithus Chat with us on our Discord server: https://discord.gg/SRFhWV3 Subscribe to our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@worldbuildwithus Email us your suggestions: WorldbuildWithUs@gmail.com Follow us on Twitter: @LetsWorldBuild    Intro theme: "Half Mystery" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0  Outro Theme: "Study and Relax" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0

King Crimson emerged from the UK in the late 60's with their debut album In The Court of the Crimson King, viewed by many as a prog rock masterpiece. However, right after the album was released, we saw the first of many defections from the band. Over half a century, some of the most proficient musicians on the planet have played with King Crimson, led all the while by the mercurial Robert Fripp. To capture the spirit of the band and to endeavor to find answers as to why there has been so much turnover of band members (19 total members over the years), director Toby Amies (The Man Whose Mind Exploded) took on the task of getting to know the band members during what might just be their final tour. With stints in radio, record labels and MTV on both sides of the pond, Toby Amies has had a fascinating career. He took on the challenge of learning the ins and outs of the members of the band, why they choose to play in King Crimson and what is Robert Fripp's role in guiding this band for over half a century. While Robert will tell the reason for infighting and defections don't lie with him, Toby gets the stories of all the surviving members of King Crimson, current and former, to investigate what makes this band what it is. Not everyone gets King Crimson and their blend of rock, jazz, classical and experimental muisc but once they do, they are hooked true-believers. Toby endeavors to find out why and delivers a compelling film full of human drama, emotion, heartbreak, humor and music. Find how to watch In The Court of the Crimson King - King Crimson at 50 Visit www.tobyamies.com Ugly American Werewolf in London Website Ugly American Werewolf in London Store - Get your Wolf merch and use code 10OFF2023 to save 10% during the holidays! Visit our sponsor RareVinyl.com and use the code UGLY to save 10%! Twitter Threads Instagram YouTube LInkTree www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

King Crimson emerged from the UK in the late 60's with their debut album In The Court of the Crimson King, viewed by many as a prog rock masterpiece. However, right after the album was released, we saw the first of many defections from the band. Over half a century, some of the most proficient musicians on the planet have played with King Crimson, led all the while by the mercurial Robert Fripp. To capture the spirit of the band and to endeavor to find answers as to why there has been so much turnover of band members (19 total members over the years), director Toby Amies (The Man Whose Mind Exploded) took on the task of getting to know the band members during what might just be their final tour. With stints in radio, record labels and MTV on both sides of the pond, Toby Amies has had a fascinating career. He took on the challenge of learning the ins and outs of the members of the band, why they choose to play in King Crimson and what is Robert Fripp's role in guiding this band for over half a century. While Robert will tell the reason for infighting and defections don't lie with him, Toby gets the stories of all the surviving members of King Crimson, current and former, to investigate what makes this band what it is. Not everyone gets King Crimson and their blend of rock, jazz, classical and experimental muisc but once they do, they are hooked true-believers. Toby endeavors to find out why and delivers a compelling film full of human drama, emotion, heartbreak, humor and music. Find how to watch In The Court of the Crimson King - King Crimson at 50 Visit www.tobyamies.com Ugly American Werewolf in London Website Ugly American Werewolf in London Store - Get your Wolf merch and use code 10OFF2023 to save 10% during the holidays! Visit our sponsor RareVinyl.com and use the code UGLY to save 10%! Twitter Threads Instagram YouTube LInkTree www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today we are talking with Toby Aimes. Toby is the director behind the critically acclaimed “rock-umentary” IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING: KING CRIMSON AT 50. The film began as a straightforward documentary about the cult rock band King Crimson as it turned 50, mutated into an exploration of time, death, family, and the transcendent power of music to change lives. Hosted by: Andrew Lamping and Jeff Stolhand Produced by: Melody Lopez Original Theme Music by: Stephen D. Bennett --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/filmmakermixer/message

Alison, Brady and Josh fold time with Event Horizon - the 1997 Paul W.S. Anderson sci-fi horror movie starring Laurence Fishburne and Sam Neill.Plus!Listening To Kenny G, In the Court of the Crimson King, Victims of Sin, Rambo: First Blood Part II, The Nun 2 and The Menu.Send submissions to our Child Throwing and Man on Fire lists!Leave us a voicemail! We'll play it on the show. Check out the Solid Six Store!Letterboxd: Alison, Josh, BradyEmail us - podcast@solidsix.netFollow us on Instagram, Facebook, and TwitterLeave a review on Apple Podcasts and Spotify!

In this special bonus, to tide you over before we are back with full, regular episodes in the run-up to year's end, Neil talks to filmmaker Toby Amies about his stunning music film In The Court of the Crimson King: King Crimson at 50.  The conversation coincides with the film's release on streaming platforms following a critically lauded festival and cinema run. Thanks to Toby for taking the time to talk to us. Elsewhere Neil recommends John Akomfrah's incredible new film (installation) Arcadia, at The Box in Plymouth, and the arrival of the wonderful music film Apocalypse: A Bill Callahan Tour Film on Ovid.TV  --- You can listen to The Cinematologists for free, wherever you listen to podcasts: click here to follow. We also produce an extensive monthly newsletter and bonus/extended content that is available on our Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/cinematologists. You can become a member for only £2. We really appreciate any reviews you might write (please send us what you have written and we'll mention it) and sharing on Social Media is the lifeblood of the podcast so please do that if you enjoy the show. _____ Music Credits: ‘Theme from The Cinematologists' Written and produced by Gwenno Saunders. Mixed by Rhys Edwards. Drums, bass & guitar by Rhys Edwards. All synths by Gwenno Saunders. Published by Downtown Music Publishing.

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This episode is a recording of the first-ever live Rock Docs podcast, recorded at the home of Michael and Kristy Rennie along with friends and fans of the podcast. Along with King Crimson superfan Roger Morrison, we watched the 2022 documentary "In the Court of the Crimson King: King Crimson at 50", directed by Toby Amies. What you'll hear in this episode is the conversation following the screening. The movie is an exploration of the legendary prog rock band King Crimson, overseen by Robert Fripp, the band's leader and only consistent member. We see the band as they prepare for and go on a 50th anniversary tour, along with interviews with current and past members. The movie is as eccentric as the band itself, and is also surprisingly warm and funny. Featuring memorable moments from fans (including a nun) and the band's grizzled roadies. Thanks again to Michael and Kristy for co-hosting the event, to Michael for stepping into Andy's shoes as the episode's co-host, and to Roger for his KC insights. Rock Docs is a Treble Media Podcast hosted by David Lizerbram & Andrew Keatts   Twitter: @RockDocsPod   Instagram: @RockDocsPod   Cover Art by N.C. Winters - check him out on Instagram at @NCWintersArt  

picy and nutritious items in the rock and roll bouillabaisse this week include … … Roger Waters at the Palladium: a masterclass in how to insult an audience. … “without Andrew Loog Oldham, the Stones would have been Manfred Mann.” … the only rock star who can tell a story onstage. … Nempnett Thrubwell, Hinton Blewett, Glaister Fagan … Leafy Somerset hamlet or venerable reggae dubmeister? … the money Dave Grohl made from Nirvana (and it's less than you'd imagine). … why Barry McGuire's Eve Of Destruction was so terrifying. … please, someone, stage an exhibition of original paintings used on album sleeves! … the rise and rise of the rock spectacle. … Hogg, Fat Grapple, Makin' Bacon? Real or fictitious pork-related acts from the Melody Maker Club Calendar 1971. … has social media taken the place of protest music? Why has no-one made a statement the Israel/Hamas war? … more smoking-themed album covers. … what, in her darkest hour, Madonna must think about Taylor Swift's movie triumph. … and In The Court of the Crimson King and other albums that sound like their covers.Tickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on October 30th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ysY3FvyFaeTickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on November 27th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ZOthfatjxiSubscribe to Word In Your Ear on Patreon for early - and ad-free! - access to all of our content and more!: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

picy and nutritious items in the rock and roll bouillabaisse this week include … … Roger Waters at the Palladium: a masterclass in how to insult an audience. … “without Andrew Loog Oldham, the Stones would have been Manfred Mann.” … the only rock star who can tell a story onstage. … Nempnett Thrubwell, Hinton Blewett, Glaister Fagan … Leafy Somerset hamlet or venerable reggae dubmeister? … the money Dave Grohl made from Nirvana (and it's less than you'd imagine). … why Barry McGuire's Eve Of Destruction was so terrifying. … please, someone, stage an exhibition of original paintings used on album sleeves! … the rise and rise of the rock spectacle. … Hogg, Fat Grapple, Makin' Bacon? Real or fictitious pork-related acts from the Melody Maker Club Calendar 1971. … has social media taken the place of protest music? Why has no-one made a statement the Israel/Hamas war? … more smoking-themed album covers. … what, in her darkest hour, Madonna must think about Taylor Swift's movie triumph. … and In The Court of the Crimson King and other albums that sound like their covers.Tickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on October 30th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ysY3FvyFaeTickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on November 27th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ZOthfatjxiSubscribe to Word In Your Ear on Patreon for early - and ad-free! - access to all of our content and more!: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Spicy and nutritious items in the rock and roll bouillabaisse this week include … … Roger Waters at the Palladium: a masterclass in how to insult an audience. … “without Andrew Loog Oldham, the Stones would have been Manfred Mann.” … the only rock star who can tell a story onstage. … Nempnett Thrubwell, Hinton Blewett, Glaister Fagan … Leafy Somerset hamlet or venerable reggae dubmeister? … the money Dave Grohl made from Nirvana (and it's less than you'd imagine). … why Barry McGuire's Eve Of Destruction was so terrifying. … please, someone, stage an exhibition of original paintings used on album sleeves! … the rise and rise of the rock spectacle. … Hogg, Fat Grapple, Makin' Bacon? Real or fictitious pork-related acts from the Melody Maker Club Calendar 1971. … has social media taken the place of protest music? Why has no-one made a statement the Israel/Hamas war? … more smoking-themed album covers. … what, in her darkest hour, Madonna must think about Taylor Swift's movie triumph. … and In The Court of the Crimson King and other albums that sound like their covers.Tickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on October 30th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ysY3FvyFaeTickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on November 27th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ZOthfatjxiSubscribe to Word In Your Ear on Patreon for early - and ad-free! - access to all of our content and more!: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In 1969, King Crimson smashes free jazz, classical music and mellotron together to make the first true Prog Rock masterpiece, In the Court of the Crimson King.   IG: @progfrogpod helloprogfrog@gmail.com

Greetings, dear listeners! Our heroes are taking the stairs, accompanied by new party member Bernard Holder. Can our heroes trust the sinister business guru to lead them into the symposium to find Dimetra's brother? What secrets is Bernard keeping from them as they descend into the depths? The true mission of H & H Business Solutions? The location of a super-bland break room? His favorite band and album? Find out in this exciting, pigeon-filled descent into Shell Corp! In this episode Dimetra bargains for damage June invents the Fit Bit Matt needs you to get off his back Quinn serves up a BLP And Bernard invites the party into the Court of the Crimson King

In this episode, Ryan and MEZ Discuss the story of the Primarch Magnus within the world of Warhammer 40K --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/iteratorsoftheimperium/message

In this episode, we invite acclaimed New York writer Jim Farber to tell us about his 50-year career and his experiences of "growing up gay to a Glam Rock soundtrack", to cite the title of a superb 2016 piece he wrote for The New York Times. We start by asking the former Chief Music Critic of the New York Daily News about his Scarsdale childhood and his formative musical memories. He explains how Alice Cooper's 'I'm Eighteen' became a portal to both obsessive fandom and the urgent need to write about rock for Creem, Circus and Rolling Stone. Additionally he recalls interviewing Robert Fripp for Creem in 1978 and then being reunited with King Crimson's prog-rock dissident in 2022 when the extraordinary In the Court of the Crimson King film came out. After Barney quotes from "The Androgynous Mirror", Jim's brilliant essay for the 1998 book Rolling Stone: The Seventies, we discuss Glam Rock and listen to clips from Keith Altham's 1971 audio interview with T. Rex's Marc Bolan. A brief digression about Queen and Freddie Mercury leads to Jim's thoughts on the openly gay, overhyped and ill-fated Jobriath, who died 40 years ago this week. The awful loss of Sinéad O'Connor on the eve of this episode's recording prompts reflections on the Irish singer's blazing talent and turbulent life — particularly from our guest, who interviewed her three times for the Daily News. Finally, Mark quotes from newly-added library interviews with John Lennon and Kraftwerk's Ralf Hütter, while Jasper wraps things up with notes on the Strokes (and the White Stripes) and Belle & Sebastian (and Norah Jones). Many thanks to special guest Jim Farber. Follow him on Twitter @JimFarberMusic. Pieces discussed: Growing up gay to a glam rock soundtrack, Soft Cell's Marc Almond, Robert Fripp, Marc Bolan audio, Jobriath, Jobriath @ the Bottom Line, More Jobriath, Glitter rock's lingering shadow, Sinéad O'Connor audio, Skinéad, Lennon & Yoko, Kraftwerk, Primal Scream, Strokes/Stripes, Pet Shop Boys and Belle & Sebastian.

It is ever more important,  To live in Spirit everyday,  As without Its higher, wiser vision,  I may not see the way.  ☉ The yod with Mercury, Neptune, and Pluto is a major adjustment aspect that can either take you down or catapult you to the highest highs if understood, integrated, and mastered. The Mercurial egoic brain is inundated (and possibly overwhelmed) with unconscious phantoms, urges, unlived longings, and a sense of helplessness and hopelessness as it sees just how small it is in the grand scheme of things. This, just prior to it moving into Virgo, the sign of humbling, to oppose Saturn by next Tuesday! What does it all mean? What does it all take? It means we need to know our place, our strengths, and our limits to maximize our effectiveness and get the job done. We cannot continue living with illusions of grandeur and pipedreams with unrealistic goals and aspirations. Bubbles need to burst, and without enough wind, the kite won't fly. When faced with adverse, humbling conditions or confronted by blocks and limitations, our connection to the spiritual world serves as our lifeline. It is our spiritual life of meditation, prayer, and listening inwardly that opens us to other worlds and shows us how much more there is than what we see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. We are multidimensional, timeless, deathless souls discovering ourselves and our power through every experience. By humbly accepting, yeah, even appreciating and loving our limited lives, we move up to the next level. Ya gotta check out The Court of the Crimson King! https://youtu.be/lrsW--Sh7YE ⛯ And come on over to one of my LIVE (as in living!) Workshops: https://bit.ly/kaypacha-events So Much Love, Kaypacha https://newparadigmastrology.com/⁠⁠ Sign up for my weekly newsletter to receive my Astro reports and uncensored insights: ⁠⁠http://bit.ly/npanewsletter⁠⁠

Abrimos este número 25.2023 de vuelta con King Crimson y la caja que se publicó como motivo del reciente documental In The Court of The Crimson King, King Crimson at 50. Descubriremos juntos la música de los norteamericanos Heavy Seas, de los que escuchamos Everything Breaks, publicado en 2021. Del gran Bob Mould escuchamos el estupendo Beauty & Ruin, publicado en 2014. Y cerraremos con Iggy Pop y esta caja de reciente publicación, The Bowie Years. Continue reading La Ruleta Rusa 25.2023. King Crimson. Heavy Seas. Bob Mould. Iggy Pop. at La Ruleta Rusa Radio Rock.

As frequently as we mention King Crimson on this podcast, you'd think we would have done a proper episode on them by now. But we wanted to hold off until we could really do it up right, so this is the premiere of our three-episode series on the greatest pioneers of progressive rock. They didn't fully invent prog, but they did more to solidify the genre than any group that had come before them, to the point where each song on their debut album spawned a different prog subgenre - so, while this isn't the first prog album, it might be the most important. Time to get started on this journey, because the cracked brass bells have rung to summon back all us fire witches to discuss The Court of the Crimson King.Cohosts: Amanda Rodgers, John McFerrin, Mike DeFabio, Dan WatkinsComplete show notes: https://discordpod.com/listen/120-king-crimson-in-the-court-of-the-crimson-king-1969Discord & Rhyme's merch store: http://tee.pub/lic/discordpodSupport the podcast! https://www.patreon.com/discordpod

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Ara que tothom canta amb veu fluixa i despulla les can

Ara que tothom canta amb veu fluixa i despulla les can

Zachary Quinto can raise the dead, Matthew McConaughy as the Crimson King, and the drunken master school of mental health.

Next week, the Losers will begin their much-anticipated final coverage of The Dark Tower with the first of two book episodes dedicated to the epic 2004 closer. In anticipation, we're unlocking this quirky, spoiler-filled discussion about the Crimson King from way, way back in August of 2020. At the time, we were just wrapping up our book episode on Insomnia, so it felt right to discuss Big Red. Now, as we reach the Tower, it makes even more sense to head into the Court of the Crimson King. So, join Rockin' Randall Colburn, Dan Caffrey, and Dan Pfleegor as they discuss the King's murky origins, the ways he threads the multiverse, and, most importantly, whether or not they think the King is cool. Again, there will be spoilers -- spotty as their memories are -- so listen at your own risk. Follow us on Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Patreon | Store Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Arrogance meets tragedy as the Space Wizards of the Crimson King meet with the Good boys of Fenris! Join the Discord to leave questions! https://discord.gg/efdZEXE ...Or email them in! DeGriggs@TwoPlusTough. com Dan's Podcast - Cubic Shenanigans https://cubicshenanigans.net/podcast-2/ Doug's channel - 2+Tough https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_N4w4z6CQEBgRfvlwlID_A   Music: "On The Way" Licensed from https://artlist.io/ #HorusHeresy #Warhammer #GamesWorkshop

Insomnia is a rare Stephen King novel that has not yet been adapted. The book centers on an elderly protagonist named Ralph Roberts who must square off against a mischievous supernatural being working at the behest of the dreaded Crimson King.  The novel tackles abortion rights, ageism, and lets us know that a bout with insomnia is all you need to pull back the dull veil of our real world and see the colorful beauty and horror beneath it all.