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This week we take a look at the year ahead and make some predictions - including immigration, foreign doctors in the NHS; Islamisation - Mamdani, cancelling New Year celebrations, Brigitte Bardot;  Wars - Ukraine, Gaza, Venezuela, Cambodia, Thailand, Japan, China, India, Pakistan, Sudan; Euthanasia - in the UK and Canada;  Iran; Keir Starmer and Albo;  Social Media - Djokovic; The AI bubble;  Woke - Trans police in WA, Gabriel Jesus; Christian Growth;  the Final Word with music from Robert Plant, Deep Purple, Steely Dan, Blue Oyster Cult, and P.O.D

This week on Geekwire, Vinnie Vincent fires back at complaints about his high-priced music offerings, telling critics to “grow the f— up.” John Bush takes his Anthrax Celebration show to St. Charles, Illinois, spotlighting his era with the band. The original BulletBoys lineup returns to the stage together for the first time in four years. Peter Criss appears at Rough Trade in New York City to sign copies of his new solo album, drawing a big turnout from KISS fans. Yngwie Malmsteen calls out several former singers, accusing them of trying to capitalize on his name. Jane's Addiction says the band has come together “one last time” to finally resolve internal issues. Steve Morse reflects on his exit from Deep Purple and admits some members were glad to see him go. And Geoff Tate reveals he's about 85% finished with “Operation: Mindcrime III,” with producer John Moyer saying the first single is already strong. We hope you enjoy Geekwire and SHARE with a friend! Decibel Geek is a proud member of the Pantheon Podcasts family. Contact Us! Rate, Review, and Subscribe in iTunes Join the Facebook Fan Page Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram E-mail Us Subscribe to our Youtube channel! Support Us! Buy a T-Shirt! Donate to the show! Stream Us! Stitcher Radio Spreaker TuneIn Become a VIP Subscriber! Click HERE for more info! Comment Below Direct Download  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week on Geekwire, Vinnie Vincent fires back at complaints about his high-priced music offerings, telling critics to “grow the f— up.” John Bush takes his Anthrax Celebration show to St. Charles, Illinois, spotlighting his era with the band. The original BulletBoys lineup returns to the stage together for the first time in four years. Peter Criss appears at Rough Trade in New York City to sign copies of his new solo album, drawing a big turnout from KISS fans. Yngwie Malmsteen calls out several former singers, accusing them of trying to capitalize on his name. Jane's Addiction says the band has come together “one last time” to finally resolve internal issues. Steve Morse reflects on his exit from Deep Purple and admits some members were glad to see him go. And Geoff Tate reveals he's about 85% finished with “Operation: Mindcrime III,” with producer John Moyer saying the first single is already strong. We hope you enjoy Geekwire and SHARE with a friend! Decibel Geek is a proud member of the Pantheon Podcasts family. Contact Us! Rate, Review, and Subscribe in iTunes Join the Facebook Fan Page Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram E-mail Us Subscribe to our Youtube channel! Support Us! Buy a T-Shirt! Donate to the show! Stream Us! Stitcher Radio Spreaker TuneIn Become a VIP Subscriber! Click HERE for more info! Comment Below Direct Download  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

SPÉCIALE BEATLES PROG COVERS !  Pour ce premier numéro de 2026 en direct et dès le 1er jour de l'année, il nous fallait bien quelque chose de spécial....Alors mes grandes oreilles se sont tournées vers les fab four, ce petit groupe anglais, fervent admirateur du rock américain des 50's, y ajoutant au cours de sa (finalement courte) carrière sa patte et son incroyable inventivité, versant dans le psychédélisme pour devenir à son tour inspirant pour bon nombre de musiciens de générations à venir et l'un des acteurs préfigurant la musique progressive....Et puis juste parce que je suis fan !

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Lost At Christmas: Part 1 His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer. For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays. We didn't have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C1 41 flight that made a loop through Latin America. After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn't get home until Christmas Day, but better late than never. With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling, eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then Lima, and finally Santiago. After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do for Christmas? Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida. "When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?" I asked the airman behind the desk. "In an hour-and-a-half, and it's all but empty. You want on?" He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump. I'd lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days. "Please," I told him, "but hold my space for Santiago. I'll be back for that flight." I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using the emergency Am Ex card my parents had given me when I headed off to college. I'd explain the $67.00 to my parents. I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least I had a plan. Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas, with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it. So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends nearby and I expected they'd all be home for Christmas. After a short internal debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of them. Mike lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who'd been one of my first real deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she'd been a senior, and was pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and would probably be home. I knew they'd welcome me, but I was concerned it would be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of that who knew if they had anyone else in tow? Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room, and I wouldn't be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I'd always had a crush on Sheri, but although I'd dated her best friend, I'd never gone out with her. Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus. Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy's number from memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I'd gotten somebody else, I would have really felt uncomfortable. Tommy's answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me straight back down memory lane. "Hee-ello," he answered. "Tommy! Guess who?" I asked. I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable, since he didn't hesitate a second. "Steve-o! What are you up to? Where're you at?" He answered eagerly. It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. "Funny you should ask. It's a long story, but I'm in a bit of a bind. I'm at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day." I told him. "What happened to Chile, and Rochester?" He asked. "I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on the plane in Charleston. I couldn't get out again until the 26th, so when I saw an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best." I explained. "That's Great!" He almost shouted. "Not great that you couldn't get home, but great that you're here. You want to stay with us? You can have Greg's room, he won't be here, and I'm sure Sheri and Mom would love to see you. The place is kind of 'down' with Greg canceling his trip home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit." He did sound enthused, and I couldn't help grinning in reply. "Don't you think you should check?" I laughed. A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a shouted conversation. "Mom! Guess Who's In Town." "No, Not Greg." "No, Go Ahead Guess." "Guess Again." "Ok, Ok - Steve." "Yeah, Steve Pelland. He's Stuck Here In Town 'Til Christmas Day." "Of Course I Told Him He Should Come Here, I'll Go Get Him." "I Will." "Yes Mom; Yes; I Won't; I Will." I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and almost missed it when he came back on. "Where should I pick you up?" He asked. "The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?" I answered. "Sure - be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is Great!" I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about 20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as friends go, I couldn't do much better than mine, and figured at the least I wouldn't be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly eating my way through my meager funds. When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he'd gotten rid of the VW Bug he'd inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now driving his brother's old Two-tone Cougar. We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history. When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the beginning I'd written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and a surprise call maybe once a year. I knew he was attending Florida State, and that Greg had graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about it. Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more detail about what I'd been up to. "So," he asked, "Got a girl?" "Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas ball, but that seems to have been my mistake." I admitted. "Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter, every phone-call, just seems like they didn't stay the same all that long." He teased. "I don't know. I had several relationships last pretty long. Two were more than 6 months long." I argued. "Oh! Six Months!" He laughed. "How about you then," I asked in defense. "Still Erin. Almost two years now." He asked. "Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much better." I teased. "Oh really? Like how?" "Like me!" I laughed. "Right, like that would ever happen! Don't even think about it, or you'll be sleeping in the street." He was laughing as well. "Not if I called Erin I wouldn't," I shot back. I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock in the arm. We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who says you can't go back? "Mom's got to work tomorrow, so I'm sure she's in bed, and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We've got lots to do tomorrow anyway." We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg's old room. Tommy stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't past 9:00 am, and left me to get settled. Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they'd always been an early-bird household. For me 9:00 am Was the crack of dawn. Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to ourselves. He'd been on the phone arranging our day, and once we'd finished the pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family. Entering Mike's house was the same as it had ever been, but more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again before we could leave. Mike's older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her about the Christmas gift she'd given me three years earlier. She'd bought me a Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we could laugh at it. When I'd been 16 I'd been somewhat in awe of her, now things were comfortable. Mike's older brother was home as well, with his live-in girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I'd have to hear more about. The biggest surprise was Alice. She'd been a few years younger than us. I wasn't sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so infatuated with me around, I'm afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more trouble than I needed. When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and we'd been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy. We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our first band, Jack was our bassist. At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to relive our first 'gig'. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums we'd all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles, and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of "Smoke on the Water", and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We'd called ourselves Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we had our first birthday party gig. Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was now 6'7" and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He reminded me of the time when we went on our first dates together. I had gone with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who was in Jack's class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out with our "Valentine's Day Queen", Anne, who was in my class and almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had the baby. They lived with Suzanne's parents. Dennis was doing alright, working for Suzanne's father. While we were visiting, several friends dropped in, including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there. Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a total fiasco. We'd sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out, and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent "hand-checks" and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real 'make-out' session, as we cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her breast through her sweater. Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and nervous as goldfish in a blender. We'd started necking, which got more and more intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I'd had a little more confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened? As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I'd touched underneath her clothing. I didn't call her for several days, and even avoided her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders, with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at the same time excelling in school. She was voted "Most Popular." I was "Most Likely to Succeed." However, in this case it turned out she was "Most Slighted", and I was definitely "Most Inept." After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her best friend Sheri, Tommy's sister, with letting me know that she thought we shouldn't go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I'd changed schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the following year, before moving to Santiago. Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together and finally had a few minutes alone. "You know Kat, I don't think I ever apologized for being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry." She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look. "You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart." "I was young and stupid. I'd never done Anything with a girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I'd overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say." She sat down underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular bench around it. "You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy, and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun. Something." She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I felt even worse. "I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky." I admitted. "He was nice to me when I needed it." "But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you." I told her. "He lived two houses down. We'd grown up together, and when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was wrong, and really made me feel a lot better." She confessed. That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me think better of Ricky, who wasn't just lucky or an opportunist. "You know, that was one of the most memorable moments in my life. Touching a girl like that for the first time. I had no idea what I should do, or what I could do, but I kept looking down the row at Dennis and Suzanne, and figured I should be able to do that too. I was in heaven; you were so amazing to be with." I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. Her palm was moist. "You're telling me? You were the big 9th grader with the learner's permit and motorcycle. Big Man on Campus. The guy every girl wanted. And you wanted me. I had no idea what we should or shouldn't do on a date. I was hoping you knew." We laughed at that, remembering the intensity of those feelings. "Given a chance to do it over, I'd have camped out on your doorstep and professed my undying, eternal love the moment you walked out the door." I told her, half serious. "As I recall, you professed your love for me that evening, just before opening the top of my pants." She said with a wicked grin. I'm sure I blushed mightily. "I can't really ask forgiveness, but I really am sorry. Sorry now and sorry then. I fantasized about you for years afterwards, thinking of what could have happened if I hadn't been such a jerk. You have no idea how many of my fantasies you starred in back then." "If only you'd have let me know. Ricky was my first. It could have been you. Given half a chance, it would have been you." She had moved close and was speaking softly. "And this is my punishment. Knowing how bad I fucked up. Seeing you here, as beautiful as in my dreams, and knowing I've screwed up any chance of being with you." I placed my hand behind her head, stroking her hair. "I wouldn't say you'd screwed up Any chance, but you certainly blew that one." We were looking deeply in each other's eyes, recalling strong, painful feelings. I wanted her now, as I'd wanted her then, with a deep burning need, and I leaned forward those last two inches, and captured her lips with mine. She slid forward and melted against me, kissing me with every emotion boiling to the surface. She took my hand and placed it on her incredible chest, and I squeezed her breast, my thumb reliving that first caress of her nipple from so many years earlier. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and then broke apart. Her eyes glistened. "I've got a boyfriend." She confessed. I nodded understanding. "If I didn't?" I reached forward pressing my index finger to her lips. "I know. I missed my chance. It's my loss." We just sat side by side a minute, in silence. "You know," she said softly, "what you did to me that night, that was part of the problem." "I know. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line." I said, even now embarrassed at the liberties I'd taken. "No, not anything wrong. What you did to me, how you made me feel. You made me cream my jeans more than once that night. It was the first time I'd ever come. I'd heard about it, but it was almost unreal. Your fingers just drove me wild. It was over a year before another guy was able to do the same." She put her hand between her legs, seemingly remembering that first night. "That makes two of us. I don't know if you knew, but I came in my pants too, and you never even touched me there. By the time I got home I was a terrible sticky mess. I snuck out and threw that underwear away before my mother could find them and ask uncomfortable questions." I told her, laughing. She gave me an odd little look, and then slid around the tree, placing its 3 foot wide trunk between us and the house. She reached out for me, and of course I followed. "Could I, I mean would you mind?" She seemed lost for words. "What? Just ask. I certainly owe you one." I told her. She didn't ask, she just started unbuckling my belt. "I always wondered, and never really had a chance to find out." With the belt open she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "I mean, that night, you got to find out pretty much ALL about me, but I didn't; " I lifted my hips and let her pull my pants down a short ways, and then she reached up and pulled my underwear down exposing my fully erect monument to her sexiness. "I knew it, you bastard. Look at that." I didn't have to look. I knew it pretty well. And it was certainly standing tall and making me proud. She took me in hand and stroked me up and down, which after all the discussion and reminiscing was almost enough to get me off. "I just knew it. This should have been my first." She slowly stroked me up and down, and then she leaned over and took me in her mouth for just a second, sucking me deep and then releasing me. That was it. It was too much for me, and I stood up and shot my wad a good two feet out from where we were sitting. She giggled, as she helped me through my release, then pulled my underwear up back over my still dripping cock, and wiped her hand on the front of my briefs, before helping me pull my jeans back up. "If I wasn't tied up, I'd have you paying reparations," she told me as we both stood, and she slapped my hands away from my belt and finished straightening me out herself. "Let's consider it a delayed payoff. If things don't work out for you, maybe we can try it again. Rochester isn't That far from Amherst." Little did I know what the future held in store for us, but that's a different story. We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing at the folly of youth, from the wizened experience of our 18 and 19 years. She had to leave shortly after, as did we, and I kissed her goodbye at the door. Once the door was closed I heard an exclamation from behind me. I turned to Tommy who said, "Now I've seen everything." "Amen," said Jack. "What?" I asked. "After how you treated her after our first date, I was certain you were on her shit-list for life." Jack explained. "Absolutely." Tommy chimed in. "Sheri said that Kathryn fantasized about doing mean and nasty things to you for years. I mean, hell, you did use her pretty bad." "I was a dope. I did some things I'd never done before, and was so embarrassed I didn't know how to even face her. So I screwed up and avoided her. I just made my apologies and we worked things out. I think she understands that I didn't try to be mean; I was just young and stupid. I didn't know what I was doing, and regretted it for years." I told them. "Geez. I always wondered how you could pass on that, when she was so available to you. You really did fuck up, didn't you?" Tommy pointed out. "Yep, not the first time, and I'm certain not the last. But we've buried the hatchet it seems." I answered "I'm just astounded that hatchet isn't in your back." Jack added. We left just a short while after that. We had one last visit to make. Teri Branson was passing through town, and wanted to see us if she could. She was just there for the day, and none of us wanted to miss out on that chance. The summer before 10th grade, I'd practically lived at Teri's. It was football time, and we were doing twice-a-days. We'd have morning practice, then a break so we wouldn't be out all day in the noon-time Florida summer sun. After the break it was afternoon practice. Teri was at our school and I never really knew her until that summer. She lived only a block from Mike, and we had run into her one day out washing the family car. We struck up a conversation, and the rest was history. I spent every football break at her house that summer. Mike didn't play football, but I'd pick him up on the way over there, and we'd hang out. She had a pool table, and a private rec-room with a stand-up arcade game. Her mother would always bring us snacks and drinks. Teri had not been popular, and was new to the school as well. But in a period of just a few months she went from a boyish figured tom-boy, to a devastatingly beautiful teen. Her breasts seemed to almost explode outwards, and once we'd met her mom, we knew where she got it from. She lost some weight, traded glasses for contacts, grew tits, lost the braces, and suddenly this beauty was in our midst, and nobody even knew about her but us. She was our secret. Tommy was going to a different high-school from me and Mike, but we still hung together most of the summer, and we had to let him in on our secret. The closest we'd come to having anything happen was a bizarre game of spin-the-bottle underneath the pool table. Mike, Tommy, me and Teri. Just an excuse for us to take turns kissing her. Her father was being transferred again at the end of the summer. I told her I was going to have a birthday party, and that we were going to play spin-the-bottle, I had hoped she'd be there, but now she was leaving. We were all upset. Tommy suggested we play now, since she couldn't make it then, and we did. It was strange but wonderful. Two weeks later she was gone. We met Teri at the mall, our planned rendezvous. We couldn't miss her; she was the center of a lot of attention. And still gorgeous. We ran up to her and had hugs all around. "I can only stay about 20 minutes," she told us with a pout. "Damn," was all I could say. So the three of us toured the mall, observing all the changes. It had been brand new the year we had been together. We grabbed some drinks, and wandered back outside, our time almost up, and barely even caught up. "Teri, I have a confession." I told her. "I know we acted pretty much like friends, but I was crazy about you. That summer I went home every evening and dreamed of you." "Hell, we all did." Tommy admitted. "We were such idiots," she said. She reached up to my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. Teri stood maybe 5 foot 1, so I had at least a foot on her in height. Bent over I let her kiss me, and I returned it eagerly. Finally she released me. "I was so confused. One day I'd like you, and then the next day you," she said nodding around the group, "and then you. I kept wondering who was going to be my first real boyfriend. I just knew it was going to be one of you. And then it was all over." She looked up at me. "I Still dream about you sometimes." All we could do was laugh it off, and say we'd get together sometime. She was living in Phoenix now, finishing high school, and it looked like she'd be going to Stanford. It was going to be hard to ever make that commute work out, not that she didn't seem like it would be worth the effort. Then her parents drove up. We said hi to her mom (who had been a secret fantasy of mine back then) and then with a last set of hugs it was goodbye to Teri. It was getting late so we dropped Mike back off at his house, driving mostly in quiet. I imagine we were all lost in thought over the quirks of fate and what might have been. For me, it was thoughts of Kathryn and Teri, two incredible opportunities that any teen would kill for, and I'd let them slip through my fingers. We dropped Mike off, but didn't go inside. As it was we were running late, and knew that if we went in, it would be a while before we got out of there. From Mike's it was a 5 minute drive back to Tommy's, but we drove past Teri's old house, just for nostalgia's sake. At Tommy's we were running late. Dinner was going to be at 6:00 pm, and somehow we'd burned the whole day. It was 5:45 before we even walked in the door, and we both wanted to clean up before dinner. The kid's rooms were served by two separate bathrooms, one at the end of the hall, and one off of Greg's room. So I stripped down to my shorts, and went to take my shower. I hadn't expected the bathroom to be full. Sheri was in their, applying the last of her makeup. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was dressed. When I walked in, she gave a squeal, and came over and gave me a big hug. "I can't believe you're here! You're looking good." She said, stepping back and giving me the once over. "Wow, Sheri, you look great!" was all I could say. She had always been pretty. But the difference between a 15 year old Sheri and this one was night and day. The more mature Sheri was a beautiful young woman. "Thanks," she said, "I'll be out of here in a second, and you can have the place to yourself. I'm dying to talk to you." "I'll be here all night." I joked, stepping back into the room I was using, before my underwear had to undergo any more strain. I sat on the bed waiting, and after just a minute or so she poked her head in and said "It's all yours." She left the door open and walked out the other side of the bathroom. So that was one change at least that I hadn't noticed. Back in the day, this was Greg's bathroom. But since then someone had taken out the linen closet, and the old closet door now opened into Sheri's room. In retrospect it should have been obvious. With Greg away, the bathroom had a lot of stuff in it, although very neat. If I'd opened a cabinet or drawer, I would have seen all the makeup and girl's things. I was using Sheri's bathroom. I rapidly cleaned up and dressed. I was in a bit of a hurry, wanting to still wrap a couple of small presents for my hosts. I had bought several music tapes for my sister as a Christmas present, and decided to gift Tommy with one of them. I also had a photo in a frame for my mom, and decided to make the frame a family gift. It was simple, hand-made by yours truly from apple-wood. After borrowing some paper, tape, and scissors, I was ready to join everyone else just a few minutes later. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Lost At Christmas: Part 1 His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer. For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays. We didn't have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C1 41 flight that made a loop through Latin America. After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn't get home until Christmas Day, but better late than never. With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling, eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then Lima, and finally Santiago. After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do for Christmas? Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida. "When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?" I asked the airman behind the desk. "In an hour-and-a-half, and it's all but empty. You want on?" He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump. I'd lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days. "Please," I told him, "but hold my space for Santiago. I'll be back for that flight." I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using the emergency Am Ex card my parents had given me when I headed off to college. I'd explain the $67.00 to my parents. I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least I had a plan. Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas, with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it. So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends nearby and I expected they'd all be home for Christmas. After a short internal debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of them. Mike lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who'd been one of my first real deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she'd been a senior, and was pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and would probably be home. I knew they'd welcome me, but I was concerned it would be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of that who knew if they had anyone else in tow? Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room, and I wouldn't be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I'd always had a crush on Sheri, but although I'd dated her best friend, I'd never gone out with her. Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus. Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy's number from memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I'd gotten somebody else, I would have really felt uncomfortable. Tommy's answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me straight back down memory lane. "Hee-ello," he answered. "Tommy! Guess who?" I asked. I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable, since he didn't hesitate a second. "Steve-o! What are you up to? Where're you at?" He answered eagerly. It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. "Funny you should ask. It's a long story, but I'm in a bit of a bind. I'm at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day." I told him. "What happened to Chile, and Rochester?" He asked. "I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on the plane in Charleston. I couldn't get out again until the 26th, so when I saw an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best." I explained. "That's Great!" He almost shouted. "Not great that you couldn't get home, but great that you're here. You want to stay with us? You can have Greg's room, he won't be here, and I'm sure Sheri and Mom would love to see you. The place is kind of 'down' with Greg canceling his trip home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit." He did sound enthused, and I couldn't help grinning in reply. "Don't you think you should check?" I laughed. A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a shouted conversation. "Mom! Guess Who's In Town." "No, Not Greg." "No, Go Ahead Guess." "Guess Again." "Ok, Ok - Steve." "Yeah, Steve Pelland. He's Stuck Here In Town 'Til Christmas Day." "Of Course I Told Him He Should Come Here, I'll Go Get Him." "I Will." "Yes Mom; Yes; I Won't; I Will." I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and almost missed it when he came back on. "Where should I pick you up?" He asked. "The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?" I answered. "Sure - be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is Great!" I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about 20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as friends go, I couldn't do much better than mine, and figured at the least I wouldn't be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly eating my way through my meager funds. When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he'd gotten rid of the VW Bug he'd inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now driving his brother's old Two-tone Cougar. We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history. When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the beginning I'd written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and a surprise call maybe once a year. I knew he was attending Florida State, and that Greg had graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about it. Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more detail about what I'd been up to. "So," he asked, "Got a girl?" "Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas ball, but that seems to have been my mistake." I admitted. "Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter, every phone-call, just seems like they didn't stay the same all that long." He teased. "I don't know. I had several relationships last pretty long. Two were more than 6 months long." I argued. "Oh! Six Months!" He laughed. "How about you then," I asked in defense. "Still Erin. Almost two years now." He asked. "Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much better." I teased. "Oh really? Like how?" "Like me!" I laughed. "Right, like that would ever happen! Don't even think about it, or you'll be sleeping in the street." He was laughing as well. "Not if I called Erin I wouldn't," I shot back. I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock in the arm. We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who says you can't go back? "Mom's got to work tomorrow, so I'm sure she's in bed, and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We've got lots to do tomorrow anyway." We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg's old room. Tommy stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't past 9:00 am, and left me to get settled. Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they'd always been an early-bird household. For me 9:00 am Was the crack of dawn. Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to ourselves. He'd been on the phone arranging our day, and once we'd finished the pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family. Entering Mike's house was the same as it had ever been, but more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again before we could leave. Mike's older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her about the Christmas gift she'd given me three years earlier. She'd bought me a Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we could laugh at it. When I'd been 16 I'd been somewhat in awe of her, now things were comfortable. Mike's older brother was home as well, with his live-in girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I'd have to hear more about. The biggest surprise was Alice. She'd been a few years younger than us. I wasn't sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so infatuated with me around, I'm afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more trouble than I needed. When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and we'd been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy. We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our first band, Jack was our bassist. At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to relive our first 'gig'. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums we'd all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles, and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of "Smoke on the Water", and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We'd called ourselves Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we had our first birthday party gig. Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was now 6'7" and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He reminded me of the time when we went on our first dates together. I had gone with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who was in Jack's class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out with our "Valentine's Day Queen", Anne, who was in my class and almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had the baby. They lived with Suzanne's parents. Dennis was doing alright, working for Suzanne's father. While we were visiting, several friends dropped in, including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there. Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a total fiasco. We'd sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out, and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent "hand-checks" and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real 'make-out' session, as we cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her breast through her sweater. Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and nervous as goldfish in a blender. We'd started necking, which got more and more intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I'd had a little more confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened? As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I'd touched underneath her clothing. I didn't call her for several days, and even avoided her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders, with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at the same time excelling in school. She was voted "Most Popular." I was "Most Likely to Succeed." However, in this case it turned out she was "Most Slighted", and I was definitely "Most Inept." After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her best friend Sheri, Tommy's sister, with letting me know that she thought we shouldn't go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I'd changed schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the following year, before moving to Santiago. Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together and finally had a few minutes alone. "You know Kat, I don't think I ever apologized for being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry." She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look. "You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart." "I was young and stupid. I'd never done Anything with a girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I'd overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say." She sat down underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular bench around it. "You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy, and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun. Something." She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I felt even worse. "I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky." I admitted. "He was nice to me when I needed it." "But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you." I told her. "He lived two houses down. We'd grown up together, and when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was wrong, and really made me feel a lot better." She confessed. That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me think better of Ricky, who wasn't just lucky or an opportunist. "You know, that was one of the most memorable moments in my life. Touching a girl like that for the first time. I had no idea what I should do, or what I could do, but I kept looking down the row at Dennis and Suzanne, and figured I should be able to do that too. I was in heaven; you were so amazing to be with." I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. Her palm was moist. "You're telling me? You were the big 9th grader with the learner's permit and motorcycle. Big Man on Campus. The guy every girl wanted. And you wanted me. I had no idea what we should or shouldn't do on a date. I was hoping you knew." We laughed at that, remembering the intensity of those feelings. "Given a chance to do it over, I'd have camped out on your doorstep and professed my undying, eternal love the moment you walked out the door." I told her, half serious. "As I recall, you professed your love for me that evening, just before opening the top of my pants." She said with a wicked grin. I'm sure I blushed mightily. "I can't really ask forgiveness, but I really am sorry. Sorry now and sorry then. I fantasized about you for years afterwards, thinking of what could have happened if I hadn't been such a jerk. You have no idea how many of my fantasies you starred in back then." "If only you'd have let me know. Ricky was my first. It could have been you. Given half a chance, it would have been you." She had moved close and was speaking softly. "And this is my punishment. Knowing how bad I fucked up. Seeing you here, as beautiful as in my dreams, and knowing I've screwed up any chance of being with you." I placed my hand behind her head, stroking her hair. "I wouldn't say you'd screwed up Any chance, but you certainly blew that one." We were looking deeply in each other's eyes, recalling strong, painful feelings. I wanted her now, as I'd wanted her then, with a deep burning need, and I leaned forward those last two inches, and captured her lips with mine. She slid forward and melted against me, kissing me with every emotion boiling to the surface. She took my hand and placed it on her incredible chest, and I squeezed her breast, my thumb reliving that first caress of her nipple from so many years earlier. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and then broke apart. Her eyes glistened. "I've got a boyfriend." She confessed. I nodded understanding. "If I didn't?" I reached forward pressing my index finger to her lips. "I know. I missed my chance. It's my loss." We just sat side by side a minute, in silence. "You know," she said softly, "what you did to me that night, that was part of the problem." "I know. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line." I said, even now embarrassed at the liberties I'd taken. "No, not anything wrong. What you did to me, how you made me feel. You made me cream my jeans more than once that night. It was the first time I'd ever come. I'd heard about it, but it was almost unreal. Your fingers just drove me wild. It was over a year before another guy was able to do the same." She put her hand between her legs, seemingly remembering that first night. "That makes two of us. I don't know if you knew, but I came in my pants too, and you never even touched me there. By the time I got home I was a terrible sticky mess. I snuck out and threw that underwear away before my mother could find them and ask uncomfortable questions." I told her, laughing. She gave me an odd little look, and then slid around the tree, placing its 3 foot wide trunk between us and the house. She reached out for me, and of course I followed. "Could I, I mean would you mind?" She seemed lost for words. "What? Just ask. I certainly owe you one." I told her. She didn't ask, she just started unbuckling my belt. "I always wondered, and never really had a chance to find out." With the belt open she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "I mean, that night, you got to find out pretty much ALL about me, but I didn't; " I lifted my hips and let her pull my pants down a short ways, and then she reached up and pulled my underwear down exposing my fully erect monument to her sexiness. "I knew it, you bastard. Look at that." I didn't have to look. I knew it pretty well. And it was certainly standing tall and making me proud. She took me in hand and stroked me up and down, which after all the discussion and reminiscing was almost enough to get me off. "I just knew it. This should have been my first." She slowly stroked me up and down, and then she leaned over and took me in her mouth for just a second, sucking me deep and then releasing me. That was it. It was too much for me, and I stood up and shot my wad a good two feet out from where we were sitting. She giggled, as she helped me through my release, then pulled my underwear up back over my still dripping cock, and wiped her hand on the front of my briefs, before helping me pull my jeans back up. "If I wasn't tied up, I'd have you paying reparations," she told me as we both stood, and she slapped my hands away from my belt and finished straightening me out herself. "Let's consider it a delayed payoff. If things don't work out for you, maybe we can try it again. Rochester isn't That far from Amherst." Little did I know what the future held in store for us, but that's a different story. We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing at the folly of youth, from the wizened experience of our 18 and 19 years. She had to leave shortly after, as did we, and I kissed her goodbye at the door. Once the door was closed I heard an exclamation from behind me. I turned to Tommy who said, "Now I've seen everything." "Amen," said Jack. "What?" I asked. "After how you treated her after our first date, I was certain you were on her shit-list for life." Jack explained. "Absolutely." Tommy chimed in. "Sheri said that Kathryn fantasized about doing mean and nasty things to you for years. I mean, hell, you did use her pretty bad." "I was a dope. I did some things I'd never done before, and was so embarrassed I didn't know how to even face her. So I screwed up and avoided her. I just made my apologies and we worked things out. I think she understands that I didn't try to be mean; I was just young and stupid. I didn't know what I was doing, and regretted it for years." I told them. "Geez. I always wondered how you could pass on that, when she was so available to you. You really did fuck up, didn't you?" Tommy pointed out. "Yep, not the first time, and I'm certain not the last. But we've buried the hatchet it seems." I answered "I'm just astounded that hatchet isn't in your back." Jack added. We left just a short while after that. We had one last visit to make. Teri Branson was passing through town, and wanted to see us if she could. She was just there for the day, and none of us wanted to miss out on that chance. The summer before 10th grade, I'd practically lived at Teri's. It was football time, and we were doing twice-a-days. We'd have morning practice, then a break so we wouldn't be out all day in the noon-time Florida summer sun. After the break it was afternoon practice. Teri was at our school and I never really knew her until that summer. She lived only a block from Mike, and we had run into her one day out washing the family car. We struck up a conversation, and the rest was history. I spent every football break at her house that summer. Mike didn't play football, but I'd pick him up on the way over there, and we'd hang out. She had a pool table, and a private rec-room with a stand-up arcade game. Her mother would always bring us snacks and drinks. Teri had not been popular, and was new to the school as well. But in a period of just a few months she went from a boyish figured tom-boy, to a devastatingly beautiful teen. Her breasts seemed to almost explode outwards, and once we'd met her mom, we knew where she got it from. She lost some weight, traded glasses for contacts, grew tits, lost the braces, and suddenly this beauty was in our midst, and nobody even knew about her but us. She was our secret. Tommy was going to a different high-school from me and Mike, but we still hung together most of the summer, and we had to let him in on our secret. The closest we'd come to having anything happen was a bizarre game of spin-the-bottle underneath the pool table. Mike, Tommy, me and Teri. Just an excuse for us to take turns kissing her. Her father was being transferred again at the end of the summer. I told her I was going to have a birthday party, and that we were going to play spin-the-bottle, I had hoped she'd be there, but now she was leaving. We were all upset. Tommy suggested we play now, since she couldn't make it then, and we did. It was strange but wonderful. Two weeks later she was gone. We met Teri at the mall, our planned rendezvous. We couldn't miss her; she was the center of a lot of attention. And still gorgeous. We ran up to her and had hugs all around. "I can only stay about 20 minutes," she told us with a pout. "Damn," was all I could say. So the three of us toured the mall, observing all the changes. It had been brand new the year we had been together. We grabbed some drinks, and wandered back outside, our time almost up, and barely even caught up. "Teri, I have a confession." I told her. "I know we acted pretty much like friends, but I was crazy about you. That summer I went home every evening and dreamed of you." "Hell, we all did." Tommy admitted. "We were such idiots," she said. She reached up to my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. Teri stood maybe 5 foot 1, so I had at least a foot on her in height. Bent over I let her kiss me, and I returned it eagerly. Finally she released me. "I was so confused. One day I'd like you, and then the next day you," she said nodding around the group, "and then you. I kept wondering who was going to be my first real boyfriend. I just knew it was going to be one of you. And then it was all over." She looked up at me. "I Still dream about you sometimes." All we could do was laugh it off, and say we'd get together sometime. She was living in Phoenix now, finishing high school, and it looked like she'd be going to Stanford. It was going to be hard to ever make that commute work out, not that she didn't seem like it would be worth the effort. Then her parents drove up. We said hi to her mom (who had been a secret fantasy of mine back then) and then with a last set of hugs it was goodbye to Teri. It was getting late so we dropped Mike back off at his house, driving mostly in quiet. I imagine we were all lost in thought over the quirks of fate and what might have been. For me, it was thoughts of Kathryn and Teri, two incredible opportunities that any teen would kill for, and I'd let them slip through my fingers. We dropped Mike off, but didn't go inside. As it was we were running late, and knew that if we went in, it would be a while before we got out of there. From Mike's it was a 5 minute drive back to Tommy's, but we drove past Teri's old house, just for nostalgia's sake. At Tommy's we were running late. Dinner was going to be at 6:00 pm, and somehow we'd burned the whole day. It was 5:45 before we even walked in the door, and we both wanted to clean up before dinner. The kid's rooms were served by two separate bathrooms, one at the end of the hall, and one off of Greg's room. So I stripped down to my shorts, and went to take my shower. I hadn't expected the bathroom to be full. Sheri was in their, applying the last of her makeup. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was dressed. When I walked in, she gave a squeal, and came over and gave me a big hug. "I can't believe you're here! You're looking good." She said, stepping back and giving me the once over. "Wow, Sheri, you look great!" was all I could say. She had always been pretty. But the difference between a 15 year old Sheri and this one was night and day. The more mature Sheri was a beautiful young woman. "Thanks," she said, "I'll be out of here in a second, and you can have the place to yourself. I'm dying to talk to you." "I'll be here all night." I joked, stepping back into the room I was using, before my underwear had to undergo any more strain. I sat on the bed waiting, and after just a minute or so she poked her head in and said "It's all yours." She left the door open and walked out the other side of the bathroom. So that was one change at least that I hadn't noticed. Back in the day, this was Greg's bathroom. But since then someone had taken out the linen closet, and the old closet door now opened into Sheri's room. In retrospect it should have been obvious. With Greg away, the bathroom had a lot of stuff in it, although very neat. If I'd opened a cabinet or drawer, I would have seen all the makeup and girl's things. I was using Sheri's bathroom. I rapidly cleaned up and dressed. I was in a bit of a hurry, wanting to still wrap a couple of small presents for my hosts. I had bought several music tapes for my sister as a Christmas present, and decided to gift Tommy with one of them. I also had a photo in a frame for my mom, and decided to make the frame a family gift. It was simple, hand-made by yours truly from apple-wood. After borrowing some paper, tape, and scissors, I was ready to join everyone else just a few minutes later. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

On this episode, Ty sits down with Pastor Ché, a Korean immigrant and 46-year veteran pastor running for California Governor. Pastor Ché shares the moment God called him to run on April 28th, his immediate response of "God, please not this, it is impossible," and the miraculous White House invitation that came just five hours after he asked for confirmation. You'll hear his incredible story, from growing up as the son of a North Korean pastor imprisoned under communism to his own battle with drug addiction at 17. He shares the supernatural moment at a Deep Purple concert in 1973 when he encountered Jesus, walked out before the main act, and was instantly delivered from addiction. That was 52 years ago. Pastor Ché breaks down California's crisis points: Proposition 1 codifying abortion through the ninth month, transgender sanctuary state policies, teen suicide now the number one killer of youth ages 10 to 18, $5 billion spent on homelessness with $2.5 billion unaccounted for, the bullet train to nowhere that's burned through nearly $100 billion with not one foot of track laid, and defunded police departments. He lays out his vision for common-sense solutions: DOGE-style audits of every department, fully funding law enforcement, balanced environmental policies, and calling for a statewide day of prayer and fasting on day one. He's the only person of color running in a state where over 50% are people of color, has zero political background but 46 years of proven integrity, and brings a spiritual dimension focused on revival. Ty and Pastor Ché find common ground in running for office after receiving divine impressions and believing voters need to look beyond party affiliation to character and values. Pastor Ché's message is clear: California's problems are fundamentally spiritual, and it's going to take more than policy changes to bring restoration. Visit che4ca.com to support his campaign. Anyone in all 50 states can contribute. Most importantly, he asks for your prayers for California.   As always, we would like to hear from you! Email us at thetybradyway@gmail.com Or DM us on Instagram @thetybradyway

Ο Δημήτρης Μπάρμπας υποδέχεται έναν από τους πλέον αγαπημένους του μουσικούς στον κόσμο. Ο λόγος για τον μοναδικό Steve Morse, ο οποίος έρχεται στο Home Studio για μια συζήτηση γύρω από το νέο του άλμπουμ, την εξαιρετική του πορεία με τους Deep Purple και τον τρόπο με τον οποίο η απώλεια μπορεί να κοιταχτεί στον καθρέφτη και να μεταμορφωθεί σε δημιουργία. Λόγια, συναισθήματα, μουσικές και εξομολογήσεις στο τελευταίο επεισόδιο του Home Studio για το 2025.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Acceso anticipado para Fans - Hoy os dejamos un programa dedicado al año 1984 en la Historia del Heavy Metal y el Hard Rock en La Gran Travesía. En el programa podréis escuchar a Anthrax, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Hanoi Rocks, Van Halen, Twisted Sister, Scorpions, Yngwie Malmsteen... Aquí os dejamos el enlace a los anteriores podcasts para que podáis recuperarlos y descargarlos https://www.ivoox.com/historia-del-heavy-metal_bk_list_5787125_1.html También recordaros que ya podéis comprar La gran travesía del rock, un libro interactivo. Jimi y Janis, dos periodistas musicales, vienen de 2027, un mundo distópico y delirante donde el reguetón tiene (casi) todo el poder... pero ellos dos, deciden alistarse al GLP para viajar en el tiempo, salvar el rock, rescatar sus archivos ocultos y combatir la dictadura troyana del FPR. ✨ El libro ya está en diversas tiendas, Amazon, Fnac y también en La Montaña Mágica, por ejemplo https://www.amazon.es/GRAN-TRAVES%C3%8DA-DEL-ROCK-autoestopista/dp/8419924938 ▶️ Y ya sabéis, si os gusta el programa y os apetece, podéis apoyarnos y colaborar con nosotros por el simple precio de una cerveza al mes, desde el botón azul de iVoox, y así, además podéis acceder a todo el archivo histórico exclusivo. Muchas gracias también a todos los mecenas y patrocinadores por vuestro apoyo: Daen Cho, Diego Román, Tole, Raquel, Poncho C, Contell Carles, Sergio Rodríguez Rojas, Javier, Jose Antonio Moral, Juanito, Octavio Oliva, Andreea Deea, Samuel Sánchez, Igor Gómez Tomás, Matías Ruiz Molina, Eduardo Villaverde Vidal, Víctor Fernández Martínez, Rami, Leo Giménez, Alberto Velasco, Poncho C, Francisco Quintana, Con, Tete García, Jose Angel Tremiño, Marco Landeta Vacas, Oscar García Muñoz, Raquel Parrondo, Nacho, Javito, Alberto, Moy, Dani Pérez, Santi Oliva, Vicente DC, Leticia, Melomanic, Arturo Soriano, Gemma Codina, Raquel Jiménez, Pedro, SGD, Raul Andres, Tomás Pérez, Pablo Pineda, Quim Goday, Enfermerator, Joaquín, Horns Up, Victor Bravo, Fonune, Francisco González, Marcos Paris, Daniel A, Redneckman, Elliott SF, Sementalex, Miguel Angel Torres, Suibne, Noyatan, Iván Menéndez, Niksisley y a los mecenas anónimos.Escucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de La Gran Travesía. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/489260

In this episode, I finally get to sit down with a man I've been chasing for more than four years — the incomparable Ian Gillan of Deep Purple. If you grew up on classic rock the way I did, you already know exactly what a monumental figure he is. Ian's the powerhouse vocalist who helped define the sound of hard rock, pushed the limits of vocal technique, and gave us some of the most enduring songs in modern music history.But this isn't your typical rock-star chat. Ian opens up about everything — from hearing Elvis for the first time and singing as a boy soprano to scraping by with half-broken instruments, makeshift drum kits, and a single pair of trousers he rotated with Roger Glover. He talks candidly about those early club days in Germany, the magic of the transistor radio, and how the surf-rock craze swept through London in the mid-60s.We dive right into the evolution of Episode Six, the songwriting partnership with Roger Glover, the birth of Deep Purple's legendary hard-rock sound, and the incredible creative chemistry that powered albums like In Rock, Fireball, and Machine Head. Ian shares what it was really like inside the whirlwind of fame — the money, the mayhem, the distractions, the growing pains, and the moment he realised the band's unity was starting to fracture.He also reflects on the pressures of success, the importance of staying true to your artistic identity, and why he ultimately walked away from one of the biggest bands in the world. It's raw, honest, funny, nostalgic, and full of the kind of stories only Ian Gillan can tell.If you love Deep Purple, classic rock history, behind-the-scenes stories, or simply a great conversation with a remarkably self-aware and entertaining storyteller, this episode is going to be a treat.Tune in and step inside the life, the voice, and the unstoppable spirit of Ian Gillan.To learn more about Ian head to:Ian Gillan (official site) www.gillan.comDeep Purple – official band site deep-purple.com deep-purple.comDeep Purple – Ian Gillan's page on band site deep-purple.com/band/ian-gillan/ deep-purple.com

Message de l'animateur Starchild : Hello à tous, je vous donne rendez-vous ce soir pour le 98ème numéro de Freeway. Le quatrième de la saison 9, qui cette année porte le nom générique de « Desolation Angels ». Le chapitre de ce soir s'intitulant «More Than This» Comme toujours, une histoire que je vous conte à l'antenne, illustrée sonorement par une playlist de 16 titres, tirés des repertoires pop-rock, AOR et new wave des années 60, 70 et surtout 80: Guns'N'Roses, Deep Purple, Whitesnake, Marillion, Pink Floyd, Iron Maiden, Pat Benatar, Diving For Pearls ....

Now on air: Prog & Roll Radio Show 0:48 A Message from Scott Loki 0:38 FISH Apeman 5:52 Songs from the Mirror (1993) Prog & Roll with George, Nihal & Scott 2:19 RUSH The Seeker 3:28 Feedback (EP) (2004) THE WHO Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting 4:33 Two Rooms (1991) RICK SPRINGFIELD I’ve Done Anything for You 4:02 Working Class Dog (1981) Audio dialogue between George and Scott 1:31 GALAHAD Mein Herz Brennt 5:58 Mein Herz Brennt (EP) (2014) RAMMSTEIN Stripped 4:29 (Single – 1998) Nihal, Scott and George are Discussing the Next Set of Songs. 2:40 NIGHTWISH Over the Hills and Far Away 5:04 Over the Hills and Far Away (EP) (2001) GARY MOORE Don’t Believe a Word 3:54 Back on the Streets (1978) THIN LIZZY Rosalie 2:59 Fighting (1975) METALLICA Turn the Page 6:07 Garage Inc. (1998) Prog & Roll Radio Show with George, Nihal and Scott Loki 0:40 OPETH Soldier of Fortune 3:29 Ghost Reveries (Deluxe Edition) (2005) DEEP PURPLE Hush 5:02 Shades of Deep Purple (1968) Audio Dialogue Between Scott and George 1:47 GUADLACANAL DIARY And Your Bird Can Sing 2:11 2X4 (1987) THE CONNELS Living in the Past 2:46 Ring (1993) Final Audio Dialogue Between Scott & George 2:37 PAT BENATAR We Belong 3:42 Tropico (1984) (Remastered 2002) PAT BENATAR Don’t Let it Show 4:05 In the Heat of the Night (1979)

En este capítulo especial de La Galería Nocturna ️, Goth Prods y Metal Memes abren el ataúd del 2026 para repasar un año que promete quedar tatuado a fuego en la historia del metal en México . El ritual comienza desde enero con el rugido masivo de Avenged Sevenfold conquistando el Estadio GNP ️, mientras el Circo Volador se convierte en templo de la oscuridad con nombres como Dark Tranquillity, Cynic, Death To All y Obituary ☠️. Febrero y marzo consolidan el dominio tanto del underground como de los grandes escenarios con visitas de Moonspell, Katatonia, Alestorm, Nile y Deftones, acompañados de festivales clave como Mexa Fest, Metal Chingón II, Vive Latino, Tecate Pa'l Norte y el Veracruz Metal Fest , reflejando la diversidad y brutalidad de la escena nacional e internacional. La primavera estalla con auténticas leyendas: AC/DC ⚡, Dream Theater , Megadeth, Korn y System of a Down, llevando el mosh pit a otro nivel. El año se corona con momentos épicos como las noches góticas de Lacrimosa ️, la comunión extrema del Candelabrum Metal Fest, el regreso triunfal de Iron Maiden Eddie incluido, y un cierre de lujo con Deep Purple en diciembre. Un recorrido oscuro, poderoso y celebratorio que deja claro que 2026 será un año brutal, multigeneracional y absolutamente imperdible para la escena metalera mexicana . GothProds Links Spotify -https://open.spotify.com/show/2hnlgkcGNl9GOAPa0WT9HW?si=7e9b95f203464fe6 Apple Podcast — https://podcasts.apple.com/mx/podcast/goth-prods/id1606324255?l=en Amazon Music — https://music.amazon.com.mx/podcasts/d10f63b6-f4f3-4a91-b21d-d98c2b08ca01/goth-prods?ref=dm_sh_xBGgYoDaqnREmWm0IoJu5r4kd Facebook — https://www.facebook.com/Goth-Prods-104237088306624/ Instagram — https://www.instagram.com/goth_prods/ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@goth_prods

Beloved Australian songwriter Paul Kelly has just turned 70 – “it sounds Biblical, threescore years and ten.” He looks back here at the road he took to get there, from early days in Adelaide to the pub circuit to his catalogueof stirring and eloquent songs about the big issues of life and love, as Neil Finn says, “with not a trace of pretence or fakery”. You'll find … … the moment he felt he'd arrived … the story of How To Make Gravy – “a Christmas song with no chorus about a man in prison” – and Rita Wrote A Letter, its ghostly sequel … early records he loved – Tommy Roe, Peter Paul & Mary, Yes, Deep Purple, Frank Zappa, the “chaotic” Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong … life on the Melbourne pub circuit playing Neil Young, Gram Parsons and Hank Williams … touring with Leonard Cohen – “a masterclass in performance, like a prayer, a ritual, like a Vaudevillian Rabbi” .. the storytelling songs of the Stanley Brothers, the Louvin Brothers and Buck Owens ... the great Calypso cricket tradition and the track he wrote about Shane Warne … “the odd-sock drawer”: the file in his computer where he stores early sketches … I'm In Love With A Blue Frog, the five chords that underpinned 50 years of songwriting! … the intricacy of Neil Finn's impressionistic lyrics … and the things you hear in your songs when someone else sings them. Order Paul Kelly's ‘Seventy' here: https://paulkelly.lnk.to/seventyHelp us to keep The Longest Conversation In Rock going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Beloved Australian songwriter Paul Kelly has just turned 70 – “it sounds Biblical, threescore years and ten.” He looks back here at the road he took to get there, from early days in Adelaide to the pub circuit to his catalogueof stirring and eloquent songs about the big issues of life and love, as Neil Finn says, “with not a trace of pretence or fakery”. You'll find … … the moment he felt he'd arrived … the story of How To Make Gravy – “a Christmas song with no chorus about a man in prison” – and Rita Wrote A Letter, its ghostly sequel … early records he loved – Tommy Roe, Peter Paul & Mary, Yes, Deep Purple, Frank Zappa, the “chaotic” Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong … life on the Melbourne pub circuit playing Neil Young, Gram Parsons and Hank Williams … touring with Leonard Cohen – “a masterclass in performance, like a prayer, a ritual, like a Vaudevillian Rabbi” .. the storytelling songs of the Stanley Brothers, the Louvin Brothers and Buck Owens ... the great Calypso cricket tradition and the track he wrote about Shane Warne … “the odd-sock drawer”: the file in his computer where he stores early sketches … I'm In Love With A Blue Frog, the five chords that underpinned 50 years of songwriting! … the intricacy of Neil Finn's impressionistic lyrics … and the things you hear in your songs when someone else sings them. Order Paul Kelly's ‘Seventy' here: https://paulkelly.lnk.to/seventyHelp us to keep The Longest Conversation In Rock going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Beloved Australian songwriter Paul Kelly has just turned 70 – “it sounds Biblical, threescore years and ten.” He looks back here at the road he took to get there, from early days in Adelaide to the pub circuit to his catalogueof stirring and eloquent songs about the big issues of life and love, as Neil Finn says, “with not a trace of pretence or fakery”. You'll find … … the moment he felt he'd arrived … the story of How To Make Gravy – “a Christmas song with no chorus about a man in prison” – and Rita Wrote A Letter, its ghostly sequel … early records he loved – Tommy Roe, Peter Paul & Mary, Yes, Deep Purple, Frank Zappa, the “chaotic” Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong … life on the Melbourne pub circuit playing Neil Young, Gram Parsons and Hank Williams … touring with Leonard Cohen – “a masterclass in performance, like a prayer, a ritual, like a Vaudevillian Rabbi” .. the storytelling songs of the Stanley Brothers, the Louvin Brothers and Buck Owens ... the great Calypso cricket tradition and the track he wrote about Shane Warne … “the odd-sock drawer”: the file in his computer where he stores early sketches … I'm In Love With A Blue Frog, the five chords that underpinned 50 years of songwriting! … the intricacy of Neil Finn's impressionistic lyrics … and the things you hear in your songs when someone else sings them. Order Paul Kelly's ‘Seventy' here: https://paulkelly.lnk.to/seventyHelp us to keep The Longest Conversation In Rock going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textWelcome to Guess the Year! This is an interactive, competitive podcast series where you will be able to play along and compete against your fellow listeners. Here is how the scoring works:10 points: Get the year dead on!7 points: 1-2 years off4 points: 3-5 years off1 point: 6-10 years offGuesses can be emailed to drandrewmay@gmail.com or texted using the link at the top of the show notes (please leave your name).I will read your scores out before the next episode, along with the scores of your fellow listeners! Please email your guesses to Andrew no later than 12pm EST on the day the next episode posts if you want them read out on the episode (e.g., if an episode releases on Monday, then I need your guesses by 12pm EST on Wednesday; if an episode releases on Friday, then I need your guesses by 12 pm EST on Monday). Note: If you don't get your scores in on time, they will still be added to the overall scores I am keeping. So they will count for the final scores - in other words, you can catch up if you get behind, you just won't have your scores read out on the released episode. All I need is your guesses (e.g., Song 1 - 19xx, Song 2 - 20xx, Song 3 - 19xx, etc.). Please be honest with your guesses! Best of luck!!The answers to today's ten songs can be found below. If you are playing along, don't scroll down until you have made your guesses. .....Have you made your guesses yet? If so, you can scroll down and look at the answers......Okay, answers coming. Don't peek if you haven't made your guesses yet!.....Intro song: I Don't Recall by Lavender Diamond (2012)Song 1: Crush by Tessa Violet (2018)Song 2: Be My Angel by Mazzy Star (1990)Song 3: Basketball Jones by Cheech and Chong (feat. Tyrone Shoelaces) (1973)Song 4: Hush by Deep Purple (1968)Song 5: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana (1991)Song 6: Karma Chameleon by Culture Club (1983)Song 7: That's Love by Brad Paisley (2003)Song 8: Mystery by Wipers (1980)Song 9: I Am My Own Grandpa by Lonzo & Oscar (1947)Song 10: Secure Yourself by Indigo Girls (1989)

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This edition of the DBG Times looks back on the losses that shaped the rock world in the month of November, remembering Corey Smoot, Chuck Mosley, Malcolm Young, Kevin DuBrow, Hank Von Hell, Eric Carr, Freddie Mercury, George Harrison, and Tom Higgins (Klassik 78).  We also revisit a wide spread of album anniversaries, from Crazy World by Scorpions and Heartbreak Station by Cinderella to Under Lock and Key by Dokken, Come Out and Play by Twisted Sister, Delirious Nomad by Armored Saint, and Down for the Count by Y&T. The list rounds out with milestones from Helloween, Faith No More, Saxon, REO Speedwagon, Blondie, Queen, Deep Purple, and Tommy Bolin, each marking a distinct moment in rock history. On the new-release front, there's a mix of returns, surprises, and collaborations, including Finger Eleven's Last Night on Earth, Alcatrazz's Prior Convictions, Aerosmith and Yungblud teaming up for One More Time, a Metallica tribute with No Life ‘til Leather, and new drops from Cheap Trick, Stryper, Midnight City, and Danko Jones. We hope you enjoy the new edition of the DBG Times and SHARE with a friend. Decibel Geek is a proud member of the Pantheon podcasts family. Contact Us! Rate, Review, and Subscribe in iTunes Join the Facebook Fan Page Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram E-mail Us Subscribe to our Youtube channel! Support Us! Buy a T-Shirt! Donate to the show! Stream Us! Stitcher Radio Spreaker TuneIn Become a VIP Subscriber! Click HERE for more info! Comment Below Direct Download  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This edition of the DBG Times looks back on the losses that shaped the rock world in the month of November, remembering Corey Smoot, Chuck Mosley, Malcolm Young, Kevin DuBrow, Hank Von Hell, Eric Carr, Freddie Mercury, George Harrison, and Tom Higgins (Klassik 78).  We also revisit a wide spread of album anniversaries, from Crazy World by Scorpions and Heartbreak Station by Cinderella to Under Lock and Key by Dokken, Come Out and Play by Twisted Sister, Delirious Nomad by Armored Saint, and Down for the Count by Y&T. The list rounds out with milestones from Helloween, Faith No More, Saxon, REO Speedwagon, Blondie, Queen, Deep Purple, and Tommy Bolin, each marking a distinct moment in rock history. On the new-release front, there's a mix of returns, surprises, and collaborations, including Finger Eleven's Last Night on Earth, Alcatrazz's Prior Convictions, Aerosmith and Yungblud teaming up for One More Time, a Metallica tribute with No Life ‘til Leather, and new drops from Cheap Trick, Stryper, Midnight City, and Danko Jones. We hope you enjoy the new edition of the DBG Times and SHARE with a friend. Decibel Geek is a proud member of the Pantheon podcasts family. Contact Us! Rate, Review, and Subscribe in iTunes Join the Facebook Fan Page Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram E-mail Us Subscribe to our Youtube channel! Support Us! Buy a T-Shirt! Donate to the show! Stream Us! Stitcher Radio Spreaker TuneIn Become a VIP Subscriber! Click HERE for more info! Comment Below Direct Download  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Det er juletid, og Poptillægget genudsender det bedste fra arkivet hver dag fra 1. til 24. december. Afsnittet er oprindeligt udgivet d 17. maj 2024. Protestbevægelserne kan høres i gaderne verden over, men kampråbene, der kalder på et frit Palæstina, er også begyndt at sive ind i kulturen. Foruden slagsangene og bannerne griber protesterne også fat i den poesi, der lige nu siver ud som vidnesbyrd fra de sønderbombede områder, og som ligeledes bliver skrevet i solidaritet langt fra krigszonen. I dette afsnit af Poptillægget taler vi om protestpoesien som kulturhistorisk momentum og om de digte, der skaber forbindelse til både fortid og fremtid. PANEL Elias Sadaq, digter og dramatiker. Anbefaling: Se tredje sæson af serien ’Abbott Elementary’ Sadaf Hayat, designer. Anbefaling: Sug viden til dig gennem lydbøger og aviser Sabitha Söderholm, forfatter. Anbefaling: Læs bøgerne ’Moderens mark’ af Djingiz Ajtmatov og ’Gamle danske vejrvarsler’ af Ib Askholm Vært: Lucia Odoom. Anbefaling: Læs bøgerne ’Deep Purple’ af Christel Wiinblad og ’Love Looks Bleak’ af Ulrikke Bak Redaktion: Lucia Odoom og Jonas Bach-MadsenSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cuando estaban a punto de publicar su disco la productora les pidio un single comercial para darle la puntilla de donde surgio 'Black night', un tema muy similar al tema '(We Aint Got) Nothin Yet' de los Blues Magoos, quienes a su vez se podrian haber inspirado mucho en Ricky Nelson y su 'Summertime'

In music, most of us are attracted to a song's continually repeated musical rhythm, "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple, "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones, or "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes, but once those were new to us. Our guest today is here to remind us of the pleasure we get when discovering a new riff.Sponsored by Visit Cincy, I am thrilled to introduce you to Mollie Lewis, the President of New Riff Distilling, which took Kentucky's leitmotif of bourbon and sprinkled in a few eighth-note surprises to create a liquid that is winning awards not only at home but around the world. Her story proves there's always room for a new tune in town.Not only am I excited to introduce Mollie to you, but also the whole Cincy Region — where North meets South and Ohio meets Kentucky. Just a bridge apart, Cincinnati's German heritage and urban energy connect with Northern Kentucky's Southern charm.While you are there, you can sip bourbon, sample craft beer, and savor award-winning cuisine. There are tons of vibrant street art, historic landmarks, and stunning architecture to explore — all along a riverfront that's buzzing with festivals year-round.You can plan your trip at visitcincy.com.Our cocktail of the week is the New Fashioned:INGREDIENTS 2 oz. New Riff Bottled in Bond Bourbon3 dashes Angostura Bitters3 dashes Orange Bitters1/4 oz. Rich Demerara Syrup*METHODAdd all the ingredients to a mixing glassAdd ice and then stir until chilledStrain over a large rock in a rocks glass or coupeGarnish with an orange peel*Rich Demerara Syrup - In a large pot, mix 12 oz of water and 24 oz of demerara sugar together on low heat. Use a spoon to slowly stir as the mixture heats up. Heat through until sugar dissolves, never allowing the mixture to come to a boil. Store in an airtight container in the fridge for up to 1 month. You'll find this recipe and all the cocktails of the week at alushlifemanual.com, plus links to most of the ingredients.Full Episode Details: https://alushlifemanual.com/new-riff-with-mollie-lewis-president/-----Become a supporter of A Lush Life Manual for as little as $5 - all you have to do is go to https://substack.com/@alushlifemanual.Lush Life Merchandise is here - we're talking t-shirts, mugs, iPhone covers, duvet covers, iPad covers, and more covers for everything! And more! Produced by Simpler MediaFollow us on Twitter and InstagramGet great cocktail ideas on PinterestNew episodes every Tuesday, usually!!

La soirée s'ouvre entre classiques et nouveautés avec Deep Purple, Dolly Parton, The Who et les inédits très commentés de Guns N' Roses issus des sessions de "Chinese Democracy", dont "Atlas", avant leur tournée événement à l'Accor Arena avec RTL2. L'anniversaire de Geoff Barrow de Portishead est célébré avec Beak, son autre groupe, tandis que Jimi Hendrix, Garbage et Black Strobe jalonnent cette première partie d'émission. L'album de la semaine est consacré à Melody's Echo Chamber avec "Unclouded" et le titre "The House That Doesn't Exist". La nouveauté de Bandit Bandit, "Pas le temps", est suivie de la reprise du soir : "Am I Going Insane" de Black Sabbath, revisité avec élégance par Midlake. La fin d'émission mélange Placebo, Kreator, Geese, Cold War Kids et la découverte Fresh Fresh Fresh : Silhouette, trio metal shoegaze de Los Angeles. Presidents of the USA et Dolly Parton concluent cette soirée dense, marquée par un bel équilibre entre légendes du rock, nouveautés et hommages sur RTL2 Pop-Rock Station. Guns N' Roses - Atlas Jimi Hendrix - Foxy Lady Beak - Sex Music Nine Inch Nails - As Alive As You Need Me To Be Garbage - Stupid Girl George Thorogood & The Destroyers - Bad To The Bone Black Strobe - I'm A Man Melody's Echo Chamber - The House That Doesn't Exist Status Quo - Whatever You Want Deftones - My Own Summer Deep Purple - Smoke On The Water Bandit Bandit - Pas Le Temps Midlake - Am I Going Insane Lana Del Rey - Summertime Sadness Kreator - Seven Serpents Placebo - Pure Morning Aerosmith - Dude (Looks Like A Lady) Geese - Cobra The Kinks - All Day And All Of The Night Cold War Kids - Hang Me Up To Dry Silhouette - Chaos Fades The Who - Who Are You Presidents Of The USA - Lump Dolly Parton - Coat Of Many Colors The Temptations - Papa Was A Rolling StoneHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

National cookie day. Entertainment from 19932007. 1st Burger King, British outlaw "Suttee" in India, Horse drawn lawn mower invented. Todays birthdays - Deanna Durbin, Max Baer jr, Jeff Bridges, Marissa Tomei, Chelsea Noble, Jay Z, Kevin Sussman, Tyra Banks. Frank Zappa died.Intro - God did good - Dianna Corcoran      https://www.diannacorcoran.com/Cookie dance - Chocolate ChipNo one - Alicia KeysSo Small - Carrie UnderwoodSmoke on the water - Deep PurpleBirthdays - In da club - 50 Cent http://50cent.com/Million dollar quartetBeverly Hillbillies TV themeDead Prsidents - Jay ZDon't eat the yellow snow - Frank ZappaExit - Save Christmas - Kara Ciezki   https://karasmusic.com.au/countryundergroundradio.com History & Factoids about today webpage

El 4 de diciembre de 1971 se incendió el Casino de Montreux en Suiza, lo que inspiró el tema "Smoke On The Water" de la banda de rock Deep Purple.

From their earliest days through to the current new album "tease," the story of Deep Purple has a large cast of characters, connected in a variety of ways to form, break up, re-form, break up again, then rinse and repeat! Learn about the immense cast of characters who ARE Deep Purple, and find about some near misses that might surprise you! Unexpected twists can be so much fun, and we unearthed a few in this episode! Before you break out that old guitar and plug-in for some rust-knocking with that classic riff (you know which one), dig in for some fun with the guys...all of them! Take time to learn stuff about stuff you already know stuff about! Listen to this cool episode, and then get caught up here!!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Learn about the immense cast of characters who ARE Deep Purple, and find about some near misses that might surprise you! Unexpected twists can be so much fun, and we unearthed a few in this episode! Before you break out that old guitar and plug-in for some rust-knocking with that classic riff (you know which one), dig in for some fun with the guys...all of them! Take time to learn stuff about stuff you already know stuff about! Listen to this cool episode, and then get caught up here!!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Steve Morse Interview : on Loss, Hope and Instrumental StorytellingTaken by an Angel: Steve Morse on Loss, Hope and Instrumental StorytellingIn this episode of the Now Spinning Magazine podcast, I sit down with legendary guitarist Steve Morse to dive deep into his new instrumental album Triangulation.Steve talks about the freedom of making a record with no industry expectations, the almost telepathic musical connection he shares with Dave LaRue, and how tracks like “Too Many Parts” grew into ambitious, multi-section odysseys.He also opens up about the deeply personal closing piece “Taken by an Angel”, recorded with his son Kevin in memory of Steve's late wife – a story of grief, love and hope told entirely through melody.We discuss adapting his technique as his hands change with age, why melody now matters more than ever in his writing, and how guest appearances from John Petrucci and Eric Johnson came together.If you're a fan of Steve Morse, Deep Purple, Dixie Dregs, or you're a guitarist who loves thoughtful, emotional instrumental music, this conversation is a must-listen.Triangulation is out now on Mascot – please support the music by picking up the CD or vinyl and, of course, by sharing this episode with fellow fans.Phil Aston | Now Spinning Magazine

Let Us Know What You Think of the Show!Date: November 26, 2025Name of podcast: Backstage Pass RadioS9: E10: dUg Pinnick (Kings X / Grinder Blues) Motown Roots to Metal TruthsSHOW SUMMARY:A voice that can shake a room and a bass tone you can feel in your ribs—dUg Pinnick of King's X joins us for a candid, wide-open conversation about art, survival, and building a sound that refuses the mold. From a childhood spent glued to record players to the thunder of Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple, dUg traces how Motown roots and gospel grit fused with heavy riffs to form the King's X blueprint. We talk about the business as he's lived it—70 years of evolution and disruption—why validation culture can starve the soul, and how a band can stay small on charts yet massive in people's lives.dUg breaks down his uniquely architectural approach to writing: drum groove first, guitars and bass next, and lyrics last, pulled straight from lived emotion. He opens the hood on tone design, too—signal splitting for grit and chime, frequency carving that lets bass feel huge without drowning guitars, and why a 12‑string bass keeps his hands honest. We revisit the Dogman era with producer Brendan O'Brien, tuning choices that made the record hit like their live show, and the stubborn love that fuels a cult following decade after decade.There's warmth and wit here—AC/DC dinner stories, the joy of seeing U2 at the Rose Bowl, and the humility of knowing fans bring their own history to every chorus. dUg shares what's next: final tweaks on his solo record, the spark of a rock-and-roll cooking show, and a stack of ideas ready for the next King's X chapter. If you care about songwriting, bass tone, heavy music history, or simply staying true when trends shift, this conversation delivers depth you can use and heart you can feel.If this moved you, follow the show, share it with a friend, and leave a quick review so more music fans can find it.Sponsor Link:WWW.ECOTRIC.COMWWW.SIGNAD.COMWWW.RUNWAYAUDIO.COMBackstage Pass Radio Social Media Handles:Facebook - @backstagepassradiopodcast @randyhulseymusicInstagram - @Backstagepassradio @randyhulseymusicTwitter - @backstagepassPC @rhulseymusicWebsite - backstagepassradio.com and randyhulsey.comArtist(s) Web Pagewww.kingsxrocks.comCall to actionWe ask our listeners to like, share, and subscribe to the show and the artist's social media pages. This enables us to continue pushing great content to the consumer.  Thank you for being a part of Backstage Pass Radio Your Host,Randy Hulsey 

Foreigner : Girl On The Moon La Reprise L'originale Paul Brady And The Forest Rangers : Gimme Shelter The Rolling Stones : Gimme Shelter Johnny Irion : Back Hoe Daddy Creedence Clearwater Revival : Born On The Bayou Al Stewart : Year Of The Cat Buckingham/Nicks : Frozen Love Dan Fogelberg : Tucson Arizona (Gazette) NIN : Find My Way Alborn : While The Gettin's Good Filter : Hey Man Nice Shot Spandau Ballet : True La Reprise L'original A Girl Called Eddy : Julia The Beatles : Julia Dolphin Love : Your Inner Voice David Sylvian : Let The Happiness In Deftones : Departing The Body Black Sabbath : The Wizard Stoned Jesus : Shadowland This Mortal Coil : Song To The Siren Deep Purple : Child In Time (Superhuman Stranger Things) Resolve : Running Up That Hill Journey : Separate Ways (World Apart) Brice Miller/Alloy Track Remix) Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Rafa Panadero relaciona Beethoven con... ¿Deep Purple? El amigo secreto se atreve con las primeras notas de 'Tainted love' cantada por Soft Cell.

Seven Decades of Deep PurpleJoin me, Phil Aston, for a heartfelt conversation with music writer Martin Popoff, as we explore his monumental new book Seven Decades of Deep Purple — a 640-page celebration of every era of the band that changed rock forever.We discuss:How Martin rebuilt and expanded his earlier Purple booksThe emotional connection he has with the bandWhy the Purpendicular–present era may be Purple's strongestThe “walk in Portugal” that changed everythingHow the band's sound and spirit survived endless lineup changesSlaves & Masters, Made in Japan, improvisation, album art, Simon McBride and moreWhat =1 represents — and whether it would be a fitting final chapterThis is one of the most insightful and passionate Deep Purple discussions you'll ever hear — from two lifelong fans who could happily talk Purple for days.If you love Deep Purple, this episode is unmissable.Phil Aston | Now Spinning Magazine

The Sponsors We want to thank Underground Printing for starting this and making it possible—stop by and pick up some gear, check them out at ugpmichiganapparel.com, or check out our selection of shirts on the MGoBlogStore.com. And let's not forget our associate sponsors: Peak Wealth Management, Matt Demorest - Realtor and Lender, Ann Arbor Elder Law, Michigan Law Grad, Human Element, Sharon's Heating & Air Conditioning, The Sklar Brothers, Winewood Organics, Community Pest Solutions, Radecki Oral Surgery, Long Road Distillers, and SignalWire where we are recording this. Featured Musician: The Band Feel THE VIDEO: [After THE JUMP: Things discussable.]  --------------------- Not necessarily in this order. 1. Maryland Preview: Offense starts at around noon They have a kid quarterback too, but Malik Washington doesn't have an offensive line or a running game to help him. He does have a redzone threat in Shaleak Knotts and a couple of other productive receivers. That offensive line is the problem—their left tackle is from Central Connecticut State and he's not even their worst OL. Their TE room is banged up and bad at blocking. The RB and TE are good receivers but don't contribute much to the run game either, and somebody on this team has to protect the QB. 2. Maryland Preview: Defense starts at around 12:20 PM They're very young—younger than we are. Remember when Jalen Huskey picked off JJ McCarthy in the endzone? Hint: it was the game JJ threw interceptions in 2023 and made us feel bad briefly. They're opportunistic in the secondary, and won some games early in the season because they pick the ball off. They also have some transfers who make the passing game tough sledding: an Ohio vagabond who gets the backfield, a true freshman pass rusher that M had its eye on. Safeties are the returning starters and the best part of the defense, but have to hang back and clean up after the kids. Prescription: pound 'em. 3. Hoops: TCU and MTSU After-Action Report starts around 12:40 PM This team can be maddening. They have eight to nine starters who will take over a game or throw it away on any given possession. Aday Mara can be inconsistent even when his height isn't, and that's why they're 6th in Kenpom. Team fixed its rebounding issues and sprung some major turnover issues that allowed MTSU back into a game they were out of, before they were out of it again. The Blue Raiders settled for a lot of jumpers—contested threes or pullup other twos, while M is scoring 1.4 PPP at the rim. That formula is going to work against a lot of teams, but San Diego State and Auburn are going to be real threats. 4. Northwestern After Review starts at around 1:00 PM Andrew Marsh, come on down. Already on star watch and boy do we like that. Bryce was pretty good except when he threw a REALLY BAD freshman interception and an only kinda bad OC interception because they went to the well one too many times against Robert Fitzgerald, who balled out. Run game: Jordan Marshall is special but Bryson Kuzdzal is playable. Offensive line continues to do well against this level of competition; got 70% of their available yards against a very good defense. Defensively Seth thinks he's figured out (finally) why Michigan's rotations are what they are, in part because Michigan finally figured out their rotations. They also tried a new 3-3-5 defensive strategy that uses Barham as a linebacker and Hausmann as a hybrid, but it suffered the same fate as a lot of Wink ideas when he springs something new. Fine games from Brandyn Hillman and Mason Curtis; not as mad at Bowles as I thought we'd be. Cam Brandt: that's still weird, at least in pass rush, but he did some things in the run game to justify himself again. Featured Artist: The Band Feel You know here at MGoBlog we're fans of the un-Googleable. The Band Feel, which will be at The Pig in a few weeks, looks, acts, and sounds like a lost act from the early 1970s. But man does it ever work now, and it's not like the psychedelic ideas stopped coming when all the Zeppelin knockoffs drank themselves into glam. The Band Feel picks up where Beck, Sabbath, Deep Purple, etc. left off, but they also work in all the threads that have been developed since. The hit is "Shoal Creek" which sounds like a long lost Led Zeppelin song, but I stumbled on "Fly Birdy, Fly" which weaves in some of the bluegrassy ideas that became country back into rock. Goodbye Virginia is off their 2024 EP but the others are from their newest album Into the Sun. Songs: Icarus Fly Birdy, Fly Goodbye Virginia Also because Across 110th Street will get our Youtubes taken down, the opener and outro: “The Employee is Not Afraid”—Bear vs. Shark “Ruska Vodka”—Motorboat

This week on Time Signatures, join host Jim Ervin as he welcomes ‘The Fallbrook Kid', Anthony Cullins to the program. At the tender age of 10, Cullins did odd jobs around the house and neighborhood, saving up for a trip to Costco to purchase his first guitar. With the love and support of his parents, Anthony discovered he had a knack for the instrument, and he was gigging locally beginning at the age of 12. In the years that followed, he has found a way to make a decent income playing, and he has met some amazing musicians who have encouraged and supported him, and he has opened for Walter Trout, Los Lobos, and George Clinton, and he has played with Chris Cain and Earl Thomas. Oh, and wait til you hear about his trip to Norway for Notodden, where he and Earl played with Deep Purple! Just a few more episodes remain before Season five comes to a close. Enjoy!Website: https://fallbrookkid.com/home Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anthony.cullins.14 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5WIJjBPoGRDI0owB3R7K2Q?si=pKYTgd58SbW6MQo6J_vBgg YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@anthonycullins _________________________Facebook: Time SignaturesYouTube: Time SignaturesFacebook: Capital Area Blues SocietyWebsite: Capital Area Blues SocietyFriends of Time Signatures _______Website: University of Mississippi Libraries Blues ArchiveWebsite: Killer Blues Headstone ProjectWebsite: Blues Society Radio NetworkWebsite: Keeping the Blues Alive Foundation

David Coverdale officially announces his retirement from music after fronting bands like Deep Purple & Whitesnake for more than 50 years, A contestant in the Miss World Chile competition has won after singing a death metal song for the talent portion of the show, members from Chicago, Journey and REO Speedwagon will form a new supergroup for a special charity gig later this week in Nashville, hundreds of bagpipers set a new world record by performing a AC/DC track in Australia last week in honor of their first concert in their home country in over a decade … PLUS ‘This Week in Rock & Roll History Trivia', Rock Birthdays, ‘The Best & Worst Rock Album Artwork of the Week' & much more!All of our links are up at www.rocknewsweekly.com every Monday, where you canCheck it out on 8 different platforms (including Amazon Audible & Apple/Google Podcasts)Watch us LIVE, chat with us & more…Every Sunday around 2pm PST @ https://www.twitch.tv/rocknewsweeklyWatch all of our videos, interviews & subscribe at Youtube.com/@rocknewsweeklyFollow us online:Instagram.com/rocknewsweeklyFacebook.com/rocknewsweeklyTwitter.com/rocknewsweeklyTikTok.com/@rocknewsweekly#DavidCoverdale #ACDC #ACDCWorldRecord #MissWorldChile #Eagles #Rock #News #RockNews #RockNewsWeekly #RockNewsWeeklyPodcast #Podcast #Podcasts #Metal #HeavyMetal #Alt #Alternative #ClassicRock #70s #80s #90s #Indie #Trivia #RockTrivia #RockBirthdays #NewMusic #NewMusicReleases 

In a very rare and surprise appearance, founding #DeepPurple and #Rainbow guitarist #RitchieBlackmore joins us to talk all things classic rock including his friendship with the late great #JeffBeck, the historic live Purple masterpiece #MadeInJapan, why he prefers the Stratocaster over the Les Paul, fellow Purple giant - the late #JonLord and so much more!SHOW CREDITS: Diamond Dave Kinchen & Brother Shane McEachern (hosts). Intro made in part w/ Drum Pad Machine (DPM). Instagram: @RockNationsDK Twitter: @RockNationsDK. Facebook: @RockofNationsDK.

Episode 400 is here, and we're turning the volume UP to celebrate this milestone in true RadioBypass fashion—by delivering an hour packed with brand-new, hard-hitting Rock and Roll music that absolutely DESERVES to be heard!This week we unleash fresh tracks from The Dead Daisies, Kings Of Karma, Joel Hoekstra, Tuk Smith & The Restless Hearts, Black Swan, Killer Hearts, Violet Breed, Brother Cane, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Engines Of Ruin, and Slave I Remain. It's a powerhouse lineup built to recharge your rock spirit and keep the flame burning bright.And because Episode 400 calls for something special, we're also celebrating the legendary David Coverdale, following his recent retirement announcement. We honor his incredible career by spinning some timeless classics from his iconic work with Deep Purple and Whitesnake.Crank it loud and join the celebration—400 episodes of championing the music that moves us, inspires us, and keeps Rock and Roll alive.Let's keep bypassing the mainstream… together!Songlist:The Dead Daisies - Long Way To GoKings Of Karma - Calls My NameDeep Purple - Sail AwayWhitesnake - TroubleWhitesnake - Hey You (You Make Me Rock)Joel Hoekstra - The FallTuk Smith & The Restless Hearts - Troubled ParadiseBlack Swan - If I Was KingKiller Hearts - WarpathViolet Breed - Stay AwayBrother Cane - If This Means WarLynyrd Skynyrd with Marcus King - Saturday Night Special (Live)Engines Of Ruin - To Your GraveSlave I Remain - Nothing Else

Send us a textThe Back in Time Brothers: High School Hits of the 70sGet ready to jump, get ready to sway! Join DJ Paulie and his brother Lou—The Back in Time Brothers—as heard on URL radio for a wild trip back to the 70s. We're diving deep into the High School Hits of the 70s, the tracks that became the soundtrack to growing up in the decade of lava lamps and Letterman jackets. Lace up your sneakers and crank the volume as we revisit the rock anthems that blasted out of Trans Ams, including Ted Nugent's guitar-fueled "Strangle Hold", Deep Purple's "Highway Star" (a badge of cool for teens who loved cars and guitars), and Head East's "Never Been Any Reason," often nicknamed the rock and roll national anthem.We've got the full rock spectrum, from the raw blues-driven rocker "Tush" by ZZ Top, to the ultimate cruising music, Fog Hat's "Slow Ride", all the way up to Edgar Winter Group's feel-good classic, "Free Ride". And when the lights dimmed at the gym? We've got the ultimate teenage heartbreak ballad, Nazareth's "Love Hurts," which filled high school proms.But we're more than just classic rock! The Back in Time Brothers bring the laughs with their infamous segments:Rock Talk: 70s Fads: Expert Todd Snyder deep-dives into the wonderfully weird world of 70s culture. We explore everything from the infamous Pet Rock (which sold over 1.5 million units for $3.95 a piece), to the mystical and pseudoscientific mood ring, and the bizarre cultural juggernaut of streaking (a competitive sport on college campuses). We'll also look at how Happy Days gave us the phrase “jump the shark” when The Fonz water-skied over one!Stupid Criminals: Tune in for a weekly lineup of losers, dimwitted schemes, and laughable mistakes. Hear about the woman busted for dressing in a hot dog costume and covering her neighbor's car in toilet paper, or the man who decided to sell marijuana to raise money to afford police academy.Random Facts: Lou and Paul share bizarre scientific and animal tidbits, like how one teaspoon of neutron star material would weigh billions of tons and why a bearcat smells like hot buttered popcorn!Bad Dates: Listen to real-life dating disasters, including a guy who threw the ends of French fries on the floor, another who immediately called his blind date "average looking", and a disastrous encounter involving a Bills-themed man cave and a perplexing "mommy kink".So, slip on those bell bottoms, adjust the leisure suit lapels, and get ready to be taken on a free ride. The Back in Time Brothers are bringing the sound and the laughs!Support the showThanks for listening. Join us each Monday at 1pm Central at www.urlradio.net and follow us on Facebook!

Ever wondered why some killer 70s rock albums slipped through history's cracks? This week, Dig Me Out listeners unearth Pluto's self-titled 1971 LP—an overlooked slab of psychedelic hard rock, boogie vibes, and vintage cosmic groove. Join us as we dig up the story of the London band with festival creds, a jaw-dropping album cover, and a sound that's part Blue Öyster Cult, part proto-metal pioneers, but all obscurity.Pluto wasn't a household name, but they were closer to the big leagues than you'd think: opening for Thin Lizzy and T. Rex, dropping a record with colored vinyl (ultra-rare for the era!), and chasing UK stardom with ace basslines and fuzzed-out guitars. In this episode, we debate the lost art of 70s rock vocals, the magic of live-in-the-room dynamics, and why some racks collect dust while others become classics. If you're into Deep Purple, Blue Öyster Cult, early Rush, or chasing forgotten bands through dusty record bins, this is your episode.Episode Highlights0:00 – Theme & Intro – Welcome to the 70s Rock spotlight; how Pluto edged out Trapeze, Julian's Treatment, and Dr. Z in the October poll7:30 – Band Origins & Album History – London roots, the Foundations connection, gigging with scene legends, and a wild album art backstory15:20 – The Sound of the Era – Acid rock vs. proto-metal: where Pluto lands, and why categories were still blurry in ‘7122:45 – “She's Innocent” – Acoustic/electric interplay and why this track defines Pluto's subtle power27:10 – B-Side Deep Dive – From “Beauty Queen” to “Mr. Westwood”: the grooves, the jams, and the dream of finding this record for $833:50 – “Ragabone Joe” – The oddball campfire sing-along that splits the hosts—endearing or skippable?39:00 – Better Album, EP, or Single? – The ultimate verdict: trimming, sequencing, and fantasy resurrections with a killer vocalistReady to keep the needle moving? Subscribe, tell your friends, and dig even deeper with us at digmeoutpodcast.com and dmounion.com. Suggest the next lost classic for our polls, join our Discord, and fuel our record hunts across decades. Let's keep unearthing rock's forgotten gems—together! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.digmeoutpodcast.com/subscribe

We are thrilled to welcome you to the first part of our interview with Blackmore's Night vocalist and lyricist #CandiceNight who joins us to talk about her latest solo album “Sea Glass” and the band's selection of tour dates along the East Coast through the second half of November. Candice talks about how she turned pain into purpose in writing this new album, after the death of her father and dealing with the challenges that came with the COVID-19 pandemic. About half way through our chat, Candice's husband and bandmate - the legendary founding #DeepPurple and #Rainbow guitarist #RitchieBlackmore dropped in for a very rare appearance and interview. That will be Part 2 coming soon!!SHOW CREDITS: Diamond Dave Kinchen & Brother Shane McEachern (hosts). Intro made in part w/ Drum Pad Machine (DPM). Instagram: @RockNationsDK Twitter: @RockNationsDK. Facebook: @RockofNationsDK.

We sit down with STEVE MORSE and his brand-new album, "Triangulation"

Show notes: https://deeppurplepodcast.com/2025/11/03/episode-342-nick-simper-nasty-habits-the-deep-purple-mk1-songbook/Disclaimer: The video used on YouTube is a byproduct of producing our audio podcast. We post it merely as a convenience to those who prefer the YouTube format. Please subscribe using one of the links below if you'd prefer a superior audio experience.Subscribe to the podcast at Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Overcast, Pocket Casts, Anchor.fm, Breaker, PodBean, RadioPublic, Amazon Music, Pocket Casts, or search in your favorite podcatcher! Leave us a 5-Star Review on Apple PodcastsBuy Merch at Our Etsy Store!Donate on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/deeppurplepodcastWebsite: http://deeppurplepodcast.com/Contact: info@deeppurplepodcast.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/deeppurplepodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/deeppurplepodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/The-Deep-Purple-Podcast-333239820881996YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxcThTTLtAC_k7m9sTV5HIwThreads: https://www.threads.net/@deeppurplepodcastBluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/deeppurplepod.bsky.social

When it comes to classic rock albums, few are as iconic as Machine Head by Deep Purple. Released in 1972, this album has cemented its place in rock history, not just for its groundbreaking music but also for the incredible story behind its creation. In this episode, we take a journey through the making of this legendary album, and focus on the track they *thought* was going to be the hit from this record (and it wasn't "Smoke On The Water"). "Never Before" (Richie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord & Ian Paice) Copyright 1972 R. Feldman & Co LTD trading as HSC Music Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When it comes to classic rock albums, few are as iconic as Machine Head by Deep Purple. Released in 1972, this album has cemented its place in rock history, not just for its groundbreaking music but also for the incredible story behind its creation. In this episode, we take a journey through the making of this legendary album, and focus on the track they *thought* was going to be the hit from this record (and it wasn't "Smoke On The Water"). "Never Before" (Richie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord & Ian Paice) Copyright 1972 R. Feldman & Co LTD trading as HSC Music Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In quite the rare moment, #DeepPurple co-founder #RitchieBlackmore dropped in to take us on an extraordinary journey through rock's royal history: discussing the formation of the “Unholy Trinity of British Hard Rock and Heavy Metal” - (#LedZeppelin, Deep Purple and #BlackSabbath), and the Steve Wilson 2025 remix of Purple's stately #MadeInJapan live album. Blackmore also remembers #OzzyOsbourne who died in July and the legacy of the #MoodyBlues following the death of their bassist #JohnLodge (who appeared on our show earlier this year). “Jack the Riffer” as Ritchie is known, gave us the surprise of a lifetime by dropping in on our interview with his wonderful wife and Blackmore's Night bandmate #CandiceNight as she talked with us about her outstanding new solo album “Sea Glass.”Check out their latest tour dates for the American East Coast at BlackmoresNight.com! Our full interview will be out soon!SHOW CREDITS: Diamond Dave Kinchen & Brother Shane McEachern (hosts). Intro made in part w/ Drum Pad Machine (DPM). Instagram: @RockNationsDK Twitter: @RockNationsDK. Facebook: @RockofNationsDK.

This week's is a special in memory of my mother - including Kathren Maher on the truth; Ukraine war;  John Lennon's relationship with his mother;  Child abuse in Australia; Matt Redman on suffering; Birth rates throughout the world; and Proverbs 31 with music from Duncan Chisholm; Deep Purple; John Lennon;  Ray Davies; Matt Redman; Capercaillie;  and Warren Haynes 

In an extremely rare moment, Deep Purple co-founder Ritchie Blackmore joined his wife and BlackmoresNight bandmate, singer Candice Night in an interview about her new, wonderful solo album “Sea Glass”, and opened up about his extraordinary life in rock. That's where he offered his thoughts on his dear friend Jeff Beck. Our full interview will be out soon!SHOW CREDITS: Diamond Dave Kinchen & Brother Shane McEachern (hosts). Intro made in part w/ Drum Pad Machine (DPM). Instagram: @RockNationsDK Twitter: @RockNationsDK. Facebook: @RockofNationsDK.

At long last Shannon gets to talk about the book she's been planning on since the last Halloween episode — The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. We first discuss the Aesthetic Movement of the 19th century and a tiny bit of the life of Oscar Wilde before we jump into the book itself. Then Bryce gifts you with an abbreviated history of metal music. Get a notepad ready to take notes because he gives you a LOT of information! Happy Halloween! Show Notes: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: Oscar Wilde Official Website: http://www.cmgww.com/historic/wilde/ Oscar Wilde: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde Aestheticism: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aestheticism Decadent Movement: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decadent_movement The Aesthetic Movement by Fiona McCarthy: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2011/mar/26/aestheticism-exhibition-victoria-albert-museum Aesthetic Movement in England by Walter Hamilton: https://archive.org/details/aestheticmovemen00hamiuoft Oscar WIlde's Cello Coat: https://oscarwilde.blog/2018/01/04/oscar-wildes-cello-coat/ The Picture of Dorian Gray: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Picture_of_Dorian_Gray# Metal music: VH1 Documentary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR78XBi_nAE&t=13s https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_and_roll https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birmingham#History https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath#History https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin This is Spinal Tap amps go to 11 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMSV4OteqBE https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychedelic_rock https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satanic_panic https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parents_Music_Resource_Center https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal_genres https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimebag_Darrell https://www.rollingstone.com/feature/behind-the-murder-of-dimebag-darrell-233541/ Songs list: Little Richard, Tutti Frutti - Here's Little Richard 1957 James Brown, Shout and Shimmy - Good, Good Twistin' With James Brown 1962 Chuck Berry, School Day - After School Session 1957 The Beatles, Love Me Do - Please Please Me 1963 Black Sabbath, Wasp/Behind the Wall of Sleep/Bassically/N.I.B. - Black Sabbath 1970 Led Zeppelin, Good TImes Bad TImes - Led Zeppelin I 1969 Led Zeppelin, Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin I 1969 Tenacious D, Karate - Tenacious D 2001 Worm Shepherd, The Anguished Throne - Hunger 2024 Humble Pie, As Safe As Yesterday Is - As Safe As Yesterday Is 1969 Deep Purple, Smoke on the Water - Machine Head 1972 Back Sabbath, Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath 1970 Black Sabbath, War Pigs - Paranoid 1970 Steppenwolf, Born to be Wild - self titled 1968 Alice Cooper, Poison - Trash 1989 KISS, Sure Know Something - Dynasty 1979 AC/DC, TNT - High Voltage 1976 Judas Priest, Realms of Death - Stained Class 1978 Motorhead, Ace of Spades - Ace of Spades 1980 13th Floor Elevators, You're Gonna Miss Me - 7th Heaven Music of the Spheres 1966 Chelsea Grin, Cursed - My Damnation 2011 The Damned, New Rose - Damned Damned Damned 1977 Judas Priest, Breaking the Law - British Steel 1980 Candlemass, Solitude - Epicus Doomicus Metallicus 1986 Venom, Black Metal - In League With Satan 1981 Van Halen, You Really Got Me - Van Halen 1978 Black Sabbath, Neon Knights - Heaven and Hell 1980 Black Sabbath, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath 1973 Def Leppard, Photograph - Pyromania 1983 Quiet Riot, Cum on Feel the Noize - Metal Health 1983 Mercyful Fate, Evil - Melissa 1983 Frank Zappa, We're Turning Again - Frank Zappa Meets the Mothers of Prevention 1985 Cannibal Corpse, Hammer Smashed Face - Tomb of the Mutilated 1992 Kreator, People of the Lie - Coma of Souls 1990 Napalm Death, Suffer the Children - Harmony Corruption 1990 Helloween, I Want Out - Keeper of the Seven Keys, Pt. 2 1988 TOOL, Sober - Undertow 1993 Linkin Park, One Step Closer - Hybrid Theory 2000 Pantera, Walk - Vulgar Display of Power 1992 Finntroll, Jaktens Tid - Jaktens Tid 2001 Slaughter to Prevail, Demolisher - Kostolom 2019 Other appearances: Chris Shelton interviewed us in the beginning of a series on Mormonism on his Speaking of Cults series. He has had MANY different fascinating people on so go take a look! Here is the whole playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpGuS7GcsgA&list=PLGrPM1Pg2h72ADIuv8eYmzrJ-ppLOlw_g Email: glassboxpodcast@gmail.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/GlassBoxPod Patreon page for documentary: https://www.patreon.com/SeerStonedProductions BlueSky: @glassboxpodcast.bsky.social Other BlueSky: @bryceblankenagel.bsky.social and @shannongrover.bsky.social Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/glassboxpodcast/ Merch store: https://www.redbubble.com/people/exmoapparel/shop Or find the merch store by clicking on "Store" here: https://glassboxpodcast.com/index.html One time Paypal donation: bryceblankenagel@gmail.com Venmo: @Shannon-Grover-10