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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 20 Zane s Assembly In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Running into a wall is bad, having it fall on you is worse but not being missed is the worst         Since I had mastered the moment so successfully with conversation I shut the hell up and took the crowd toward my room. Halfway up the stairs I expected Jill to call out but it didn't happen. I counted myself lucky, handed out fresh t-shirts to Paris and Leigh, only to have Paige regale them for fifteen minutes about all the female swag I had in my dorm room, from female silk robes in a variety of lengths and colors to thongs and dog collars. Girls should not look at me and lick their lips; it is scary because I thought that men went to college to chase women, not the other way around. Back at the start of the year, I knew that I was such a Man-Stud that I'd pick up more than my fair share too. I now have multiple women in my life and one day soon I hope to chase one down and call her my own, provided the other women let me. "We will see you later," Leigh gave me a sexy nudge with her hip. I nodded and promptly made sure my windows were locked. They had the annoying habit of being unlocked with glowing neon signs outside that said "Kappa Sigmas enter here". This time I was ready for them. I was also on the ball enough to know that when none of the Kappa Sigmas were upset by my action, that indicated there was something going on that I was clueless about. I was hardly convinced to let my guard down by the limited conversation the three sorority sisters and I had as I escorted them out of the house and kissed them goodnight. I diverged to the dryer to warm up Paris and Leigh's shirts. I kissed Aunt Jill goodnight as well. She gave me a bemused, maternal look as I headed back to my room before my 'bed time'. I must have looked like I felt, pretty exhausted. I joined Iona and Paige in the bathroom where we went through the nightly routine before heading for bed. They stripped slowly; I crawled into bed fully clothed and was feeling rather clever with myself. "No, you don't," Paige insisted. "Zane," Iona gave an angelic smile, "you have to do what you feel comfortable with but this is a matter of trust between us." Was Iona beating me up with a variation on the argument I'd used on Vivian a few hours ago? I was definitely undecided so Iona brushed my lips with hers. "It's okay." The only thing worse than being manipulated is being manipulated with sincerity. I shucked my clothes and shot them to the foot of the bed. I took in the view of Paige and Iona stripped out of their bras, then panties. Paige even made a little game of it, shooting her panties at my head. She missed so I snatched them as they sailed past. Paige flashed me a wicked grin as I did so. "Hey, Zane," she purred. Paige put her knee on the bed, followed by the other, so that she was standing on her knees. "Hey," Iona mimicked from the other side. Together, they sensually flowed toward me and each other. When they were settled against my hip they looked down and smiled. "You both look lovely," I sighed dreamily at my slightly-built beauties. They graced me with a smile once more before looking into one another's eyes. Then they kissed, and after that they really kissed, and several steamy seconds later the girls extended their right hands to their opposite's breast. They rolled their tits beneath their palms. I would have wept at this point but it would have been unmanly. When their left hands joined in the fun I nearly lost it. Did I mention they hadn't stopped kissing yet? It was hard enough that I was intimately familiar with their bodies, head to toe. I was the first man either of them had put lips to lust with (discarding Paige's grade school fiascoes). I had licked, teased, and plucked those nipples they were now so readily fondling. I had placed them naked in bed with other women and beheld their first steps into a far more sexually dynamic life than a strict fundamental Christian life would have deposited them in. I would have continued to wax poetic on the vision above me but the horror of my decision to sleep with both their naked bodies without sex was grinding my happiness into despair. "Oh, wow," Paige giggled, "it's throbbing on his stomach." She was referring to my cock. If it had something larger than a series of nerve clusters, my cock would have been screaming at me, questioning my sanity and demanding a passionate reason I wasn't mounting them both, drilling them hard, and going back for seconds, and thirds. They both leaned down onto one arm before reclining to their sides. "Good night, Zane," Iona whispered. She kissed me on the lips, rather chastely, then rolled over so that her back was to me. She wiggled her ass tight against my thigh because, you know, I have a thing for asses. "Sweet dreams of me," Paige gave a sultry roll of the voice. She rested her head on my shoulder and languidly placed her right arm on my chest and her right leg on my groin. Her hand came to rest on the top of my sternum while her knee covered my balls and the base of my cock. My sexual organ gave her limb a sympathetic throb. Paige sighed pleasurably, enjoying the torture she was putting me through. My right arm cradled Paige and drew her tighter. She kissed my chest with a feather-light touch. My left arm draped around Iona with my wrist being poked by her left nipple (it was still aroused by Paige's attentions) while my fingers coasted along her stomach. I drummed my hand on her abdomen; Iona snuggled in deeper and gave me a delightful little murmuring noise. That was enough to send me off to sleep and I was grateful. If I hadn't been asleep I knew I was going to stick my cock into something, even if it was an electric outlet. I couldn't screw Iona and wouldn't sex up Paige because she would never let me get over having broken down and nailed her in defiance of my own word. What woman doesn't want to think her body can drive a man to forgo his honor? Again, she would never, ever let me forget it. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I heard my bedroom door open. I wasn't sure what Jill would want this late but that wasn't a problem. The first one through the door was Leigh but Paris and Ricky Frasier snuck in right behind her. I need to invest in some home defense apparatus, things like pit-traps, trip-wires, and nests of feral Chihuahuas. "Don't worry, Zane," Leigh whispered. "We are here for Paige." "Ah," I grunted. Paige stirred next to me, rolled onto her back, and smiled at the newcomers. "We won't need you tonight," Paige assured me. "This is all-girl." "I see; I need to go back to campus and spank Barbie Lynn, Opal, and Brandi's bottoms until they glow red," I growled. They had turned Paige onto the whole lesbian orgy theme. "Hold on," I begged the girls as they began stripping. I rapidly moved to the closet, pulled down two comforters and two pillows for Iona and I to use as a bed. I set things out and Iona gave me one of those sleepy, sweet, innocent smiles and joined me on the floor, a comforter as a mattress and the other as a cover. I quickly became obvious to me that the object of Leigh, Paris, Ricky's and Paige's fun wasn't to have intercourse with one another but to drive me nuts. It wasn't ego talking here; statistically, an ass, calf, or grinning head pops over the same side of bed you are on only so many times before it becomes enemy action. It was working too; I was rock hard and sleep was escaping me. Sadly, fate intervened, to my detriment. In movies you often see couples roll out of bed, say 'ow,' then go back to passionate love-making. Paris came off the bed with a squeak; me, I felt a stomach-churning pain and a soundless scream escaped my lips. Paris' knee had come straight down on my nuts and impacted them into the hardwood floor with only a thin quilt providing any absorption. Paris' playful grin and giggle turned into fear as she saw my face. "Zane?" she whispered, "Sorry?" "Zane, are you okay?" Iona inquired at my side. Paris backed off me, allowing me to wheeze and roll over in a ball facing Iona. Iona cradled me in her arms. "Zane, what's wrong?" she worried. I wasn't articulate at the moment but Paris was. "Oh, God," she gasped. "I landed on his nuts." Paige and Leigh immediately poked their heads over the bed, appearing in my peripheral vision. I heard Ricky padding around from the other side of the bed. "Damn it," Leigh moaned. "Now what are we going to do?" "How about show a little sympathy?" Iona grumped at the others. I know her heart was in the right place but pulling me tight to her bosom with a nipple resting on my upper lip didn't do my damaged genitalia any good. There was a light, coastal breeze off Madagascar calling for my cock to get hard once again and damn me if it wasn't answering. The resulting pain was describable, similar to having my testicles used by an 800 pound gorilla to sink the cue ball on a Carom billiards table. And damn if that bastard wasn't determined to get it done no matter how many attempts it took. Next time some psychopath stares me dead in the eyes and asks if I've ever prayed for death, I can match his gaze and say 'Hell yes.' "Leigh, get some ice," Paige whispered. "Paris, go to the bathroom down the hall and get some ibuprofen and salve. Iona, help me get him back on the bed." The girls hurried off quietly, for which I was thankful. I was equally thankful that Iona and Paige were so gentle in moving me off the floor and onto the bed, and yes, I hammed it up a bit. Once the rush of taking charge of events passed, Paige began to flash me guilty looks. This was definitely her plan and she'd miscalculated the body motion dynamics of three women playing sex games on a queen-sized bed. "I, I apologize," Paige admitted. "This was my fault." I was somewhat more than stunned. "Okay," I gasped. "Flesh heals but memories are forever." "That means you are going to get me for this," Paige realized. "I'd buy a seat cushion if I were you, Ms. Spanky-bottoms," I tried to joke, but the pain got in the way of my laughter. Paris padded back in with a pill bottle, a foil tube, and a glass of water. She handed the pill bottle to Paige and the water to Iona. When Paris started unscrewing the top to the salve, things became difficult. "Paris," Iona grumbled, "why do you get to put the cream on his balls? It was your knee that caused his pain." "I know," Paris whimpered, "and I want to make it up to him." Paige popped the pill cap and handed me two ibuprofen; Iona propped me up. I took the pills and she put the water to my lips. "I'll take care of it," Iona insisted. "My plan, my fault, I'll take care of it," Paige countered. "Take care of what?" Leigh panted as she slipped into my bedroom with a bowl of ice. "Massaging Zane's poor crushed nuts," Ricky murmured. "If I've hurt him permanently, I'll never forgive myself," Paris moaned piteously. Was she more afraid of my promise to get her back or the other ladies' retaliation for the maiming I'd gone through? "I said I would take care of it," Paige insisted. "No, I think I will take care of it, if no one minds," I ground out. The implication was that if they didn't let me medicate my massive melons of masculine might, I'd come after them all, in thirty or so minutes when I could freely move once again. It took me a second to realize that no one was arguing with me. "Ricky, could you please get a damp hand-towel from the bathroom," Iona requested. Ricky looked confused so Iona added, "We can't put the ice cubes directly on his scrotum unless we really do want to take him to the emergency room." "Oops, sorry," Ricky sounded embarrassed. "That makes sense. I'll be right back." When Ricky left, Paige and Iona reclined on either side of me. "Hold on," I requested. "I'd like to give Paris a hug." Iona scooted first, letting Paris crawl on all fours over my body. I gave her a kiss with as much strength as I could exert. "I," she mumbled. "We were playing a game and it was an accident. I already feel somewhat better," I assured her. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I have yet to fuck you to orgasm and that's not a challenge my cock takes lightly." Paris wept and collapsed onto my chest. I lay back, head on a pillow, so I could stroke Paris' hair. When Ricky returned I struggled around Paris to kiss her and Leigh as well. I also took the opportunity to coat my scrotum with the salve, which instantly cooled my pain, then started heating damaged parts up. Leigh applied the towel holding the ice gently to balance out the sensations. We hugged, confirmed our date for Saturday night, and parted ways. Iona, Paige, and I returned to the bed and tried to get back to sleep. This time we kept our limbs to ourselves, though we remained close. I waited a while before surrendering to my dreams. A decision was reached internally that the next time I took Iona out for a quiet weekend, I would have to make it somewhere off the beaten path, somewhere in Appalachia no doubt. Iona gave me a precious, sleepy smile as I climbed out of bed in the morning. I looked at her heavy eyes, questioning her intent, when she pulled my pillow into her chest and drifted off into slumber once more. Paige was dead to the world, undoubtedly wrapped up in the remorseless rest of the Damned. I was able to dress uninterrupted and glide downstairs to find Jill already up and puttering around. I was about to find out what she had heard last night. "Good morning, Zane. Are you feeling better?" Jill asked. "Feeling better?" I questioned. "Your, you know, down there, are you feeling better?" she clarified somewhat. I imagine my jaw dropped because she looked at me with an obvious amusement. "How did you know?" I finally responded. "Oh, Iona came to my room last night and explained the situation as well as apologizing for the disruption," Aunt Jill explained. "She's a very forthright and honest young lady, and she doesn't currently have a fianc either." "What, whoa, wait a second, Jill," I stammered. Things were going way too fast for me. "How is it you are okay with two girls sleeping in my bedroom and three more coming over when three months ago we couldn't even discuss sex at all and its only place was in the marriage bed? What happened that I missed?" "Zane," Jill sighed patiently, "when God closes one door he opens another. I had to accept that my life with Tim was over and I had to move forward with my life with you. That means I am going to get more mileage out of counseling you as opposed to dictating abstinence." "And you have this epiphany after you burn all the stuff I brought back from Thailand," I groaned. "We both did things we probably regret," she reasoned. "You've been talking to Iona, or more likely, Iona's been calling you," I began piecing it together. "After you told me about what those girls were making you do, like crawl around on your knees, I tried to get some of your classmates to tell me what was really going on," Jill related. "Iona was the only one who would talk to me and she and I have communicated pretty regularly since then," Jill finished. "She's a truly sweet girl and I think you two make a cute couple." In case you are wondering, there is no good response to that statement. "She tells me you are interested in that 'Christina' girl. She's, elegant," which was Jill's way of saying Christina wasn't a 'humble Christian girl' like Iona. Something in that train of thought made me put a few other faces to the descriptor 'elegant'. "Is that why you didn't like Mom, Dad, and, well, was Uncle Tim snobby as well, elegant?" I mused. Jill stopped looking in the fridge were she was figuring out what we'd be having for breakfast. "Yes," Jill said quietly. Tim hadn't wanted to marry Jill; he'd wanted to marry Jill's older sister, Kathryn. Jill matched herself against Mom, the free spirit, and Dad, the joker, who were both sophisticated Devil-May-Care people born of wealth and privilege. In a way, Tim was from the same background, except that he ended up arrogant and emotionally distant. Of course, Tim had to grow up with Granddad, who was a real peach, and my Dad, who was always larger than life, always doing whatever task their father put before him and always going one step beyond. Worse, Dad always had the courage to be himself. Dad was the brilliant rebel, the Prodigal Son who was always welcomed back home; Tim was the plodding workhorse. The best example of this was the first time each of them ran away from home. Tim ran away to the tree house in the backyard at the house in Wyoming. The first time Dad ran away, he ended up in Hawaii. When the FBI caught him, he was working in a Japanese restaurant, stock-piling Australian dollars, and had a map of the Great Barrier Reef. Now that I think of it, I must get my nuttiness from Dad. "Jill, I'm sorry Tim wasn't the husband you deserved," I told her softly. I rested a hand on her shoulder and she backed into me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "Thank you, Zane," she told me in a soft voice. She looked out of the window over the sink for a few seconds. "Do you think we should get a pool?" Jill broke the silence. Huh? "Who are you and what have you done with my Aunt Jill?" I teased her. It took a second for Jill to get it but when she did, she laughed. "Wait," she teased back, "would I be a clone, an alien, or, what were those things I heard about, oh, pod-people?" "I think you are the Pink Power Ranger," Paige snickered from my elbow where she had materialized mysteriously from the ether. Jill squeaked and spun around while I was busy putting my heart back in my chest. Jill struggled out of my arms, blushed, and went back to the fridge. "Did I interrupt something?" "Yes; my desire to live a longer life," I coughed. "Now that we have the useless pleasantries out of the way, what I really want to know is if all the equipment is in working order," Paige smirked. I thought of a smarmy reply, an angry reply, and even ignoring her, but another idea won out. "Hey, Babe," I whispered in a husky voice to Paige as I stepped into body contact with her, "it hurts a little right now but thanks for asking. I'm glad you are watching out for me." I drew a line with right hand along her collarbone and shoulder to her neck and finally circling her ear. "Oh," Paige gulped. Her eyes grew wide. "Of course, Zane. I want to watch out for you, I care." I let my arms drape around her and linked them up at the small of her back, pulling her tight to me. Paige slipped her arms beneath me and did likewise, with the added gesture of placing her ear to my chest. Iona slipped into the kitchen as she did so. She gave me a cute wave, side-stepped us, and went to help Jill. I figured from Iona's actions that she was going to keep Jill busy getting the four of us breakfast, so I took Paige's right hand in my left and led her out into the hall. As I headed for the porch in the back, someone came through the front door, attempting to be stealthy. It was Leigh; I'd clearly caught her doing something wrong. "Yes?" I questioned. She looked to Paige then back to me. "I forgot to return your keys," Leigh evaded. "What are you doing with my keys?" I sounded a bit cross. Paige squeezed my hand tightly, expressing her own tension. "Paige gave them to me to use last night," Leigh gulped. "You are hopeless as a conspirator," Paige growled at Leigh. I took a deep breath instead. I was going to have as little stress in my morning as possible. "Please give them to Iona in the kitchen, Leigh," I sighed. A quick look to Paige showed her that I wasn't angry so she didn't resist as I resumed our journey. Out on the porch I took a large, cushioned, low-swung wooden chair and sat down. "It's cold out here," Paige shivered. I responded by pulling her into my lap. It took her a moment to figure out what to do with herself. She settled on sitting sideways with her left arm over my shoulder and her head laying on top of it. It took twenty-five minutes for Iona to come out and get us. "Breakfast," Iona said. I looked at her curiously, trying to judge how she was taking the loss of the time promised to her this weekend. She winked and went back inside so I guessed everything was okay and our weekend postponed. "Do you want to go inside?" I gently inquired of Paige. "Two more minutes," she whispered. I kissed her on the head and listened to the breeze in the leaves, the birds chatting in the trees, and her breath on my neck. Slowly her head rose after the two minutes had passed and she was staring at me, or rather at the side of my head. "Yes?" I asked, as I turned and looked into her eyes. "You are so dumb," she whispered. Paige kissed me with a tenderness that bespoke a depth of passion that I had not fully realized. "I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world," I breathed back. "I would have been better off if I had turned away that very first day I saw you," she got around to responding. I knew she was saying that she could come up with no quick strategy for getting Christina out of the way and that perplexed her. I had to do something. "Don't forget to get that seat cushion," I joked. She seemed a bit cross, then grinned. "If I let you do something else to my bottom will you forgive me?" she teased me with a sensual ass wiggle. "Really?" I perked up. Paige wouldn't consider anal sex before now, though I was all for it. "No!" she giggled. Paige leapt off my lap and raced inside. I made a grab for Paige with no intent of ensnaring her, she was having too much fun being pursued, and pursue I did. "Help me!" Paige squealed. "Help me; he's trying to get my bottom!" So much for any sense of decorum, I sighed. Paige made it to the dining room and quickly was using Leigh as a shield. Jill looked at me quizzically while Iona gave a weary sigh and looked heavenward for guidance. "So, Leigh, are you joining us for breakfast?" I obfuscated the crisis. "Yes," Leigh hesitated. "Your Aunt Jill is thanking me for finding your keys." "If that is okay with you, Zane?" Jill demurred. Huh, and by that I mean, since when has my opinion in this household been sought or even obeyed? "If it pleases you, Jill, I wouldn't mind eating Leigh", I had a slip of the tongue, "I mean eating with Leigh." Leigh's eyes sparkled and Jill totally missed the implication (I assumed because 'eat' a girl made no sense to her sexually repressed mind.) Iona gave my arm a light slap. "Have a seat, Leigh," Jill smiled in a way I wasn't familiar with; it was almost like she was content. The resulting meal of country ham, grits, and cantaloupe was simple but satisfying. We were all hot, sweaty, and laboring for breath. Had we been in bed and undressed, the situation would have been perfect. Instead, we were in my workout room, working out. I had allowed an hour to digest our meal but now we were finishing my daily physical regimen. Paige and Leigh were on their backs, staring at the ceiling and cursing the fact that I was finishing up my final exercise. Iona was on her stomach on the mat next to me, moaning softly. I seriously considered insisting that Paige and Iona take up a sport. Leigh was another story, but I'm sure I could get Tawny, her sorority president, to get her to do something strenuous, that didn't involve me and sex. "I have given up any hope of ever fucking you to death, Leigh panted as she looked my way. "Thanks," I grinned back. "Without the help of several sisters," Leigh gasped as Paige lazily smacked her on the stomach, "to wear you down first. I don't know how Barbie Lynn can walk after those marathon sessions with you." "It usually involves screaming out to God multiple times and a long nap afterwards," Iona groaned. "So," Leigh sat up, "have either of you," "Hammered me through the sheets, and I swear I blacked out as I came," Paige boasted wearily. "Umm," Leigh purred, "good memories." Have I left the room? Should I hand out customer satisfaction surveys? "That night was fantastic, wasn't it?" Iona sighed. "Three damn orgasms I'll never forget, and then there was Rio and her devilish fingers," Leigh murmured happily. "Wait! Iona, you and Zane, Rio too?" Paige propped herself up. "He was a very gentle gentleman," Iona declared. "Oh," taunted Leigh to Iona, "I recall you doing quite a savage dance on the tip of his tongue." Iona blushed and Paige gawked. "So that three-way with you and Barbie Lynn wasn't your first time, well, what do you know?" Paige mused. "All this physical stress has me thirsty," Leigh stated. "Yes, I think a protein drink is in order," Paige agreed, and winked at me. "Oh, hell no!" I defended myself. "Me, no sex weekend, remember?" "But, Zane," Iona rolled over and batted her eyelashes at me, "it was so sweet and salty." "Iona," I nearly wept. "I apologize, Zane," Iona pouted. "I was only teasing." "I can always hope to soak up some of that sexual energy at 12:01 Sunday night," Paige sighed. "Nope, sorry, going out with Heaven Sunday night," I informed them. "Oh, pooh," Iona grumped. "She'll drain him alright." "Is Heaven really that good?" Leigh seemed curious. "Let's not have this discussion," I stood up. I was ignored of course. "Oh, he goes at her five, six, seven times a night," Iona stated. "She walks funny the next day too." "How come there is never any footage of them together?" Leigh persisted. "You would think with that much sexuality and the howling she made from our towel closet at the party that there would be something on his site." "I am not going to be part of this discussion," I repeated as I made for the door. "Now I'm taking a shower." For a group of girls who couldn't stand a minute ago, they clearly were capable of nearly killing me as they stampeded for the shower, women. Before Iona and I got in, I held her back by the arm. "Five, six, seven times, walks funny the next morning, I'm sure Heaven will like that," I whispered. "I thought a little embellishment couldn't hurt," Iona smiled with an earnestly pure face. She knew Heaven's nature and would help conceal it until Heaven decided it was no longer necessary; Iona was that kind of best friend. "Do you ever get tired picking up after my shipwrecks?" I had to ask. "Come on, Zane," Paige called from inside the shower as the water cascaded down on her and Leigh. I decided that keeping them occupied was my best bet to keep the volume down. As I pulled the curtain aside, I caught a glimpse of Iona behind me, shaking her head 'No'. Undercover  Underage Willa was waiting for Valarie and I when we arrived. She had strategically placed her bike at a break between the groups of hotel units so she could quickly duck out of sight. I had no desire to do anything stupid like get in a fight. She rested on the seat of her ride. I was following Val's advice so I pulled up some distance away and kept to the middle of the parking lot because you never knew what could come popping out a door. I approached alone, again, I didn't want to freak Willa out any more than she already was. "I've got a line on those IDs," she greeted me. I'd asked her for some fake IDs so me and some of the girls could get into clubs. "Yeah," I said deadpan, "I'm sure you did." She keyed on my mood but didn't outwardly react. How should I handle this? "Willa, you are an undercover cop," I sighed. "I don't know who you are with and I don't care. I don't want to cause you trouble, I simply want a favor." Willa rocked off her ride and took a few steps toward me. "Asshole," she growled, "that isn't funny. I ought to fucking slap you like the punk-ass bitch you are." "You won't, you are a cop and that's still assault because I'm not threatening you or threatening to blow your cover so that your life would be at risk," I related. Seeing Willa's consternation, I explained. "Valarie has been through this a time or two." "Zane, I'm not a cop and I'm not kicking your ass because you are a cute guy, but stop screwing with me," Willa changed up her defense. "Fine," I shrugged. "I'm going to have a talk with Belle. I'm sure she will believe me. I felt I owed you a chance because you are a law enforcement officer and you are risking your life for me, the general public." "Don't go to Belle," Willa reached out and put an arm on my bicep. "It doesn't matter that your idea is a load of crap; Belle will tell Deacon and then I'm screwed." "Willa, you can walk away from this situation whenever you want," I told her. "Belle can't. This is her life and I'd prefer she not die living it." "Zane, you hadn't even met her before Thursday night." she groused. "That's pretty much what I said," Valarie finally chimed in. "I'm only here because Zane doesn't know anyone else who could be relied on to keep their mouth shut." "You don't believe this crap about me being a Fed, do you?" Willa joked. "Absolutely," Valarie said without hesitation. "Zane is crazy but he's spot-on when dealing with women. Case in point: Zane took that little fluff with him to the bathroom while peeling off Rio's girlfriend, a black belt in Karate, to guard me. He knew he would get you bitches to give Rio up, though he didn't have a plan going in. If he tells me you are a cop, you are a cop." I clearly had Willa flummoxed. After a minute in silence I shook off Willa's hand and turned for my car. I stopped when I had the door open. "I'm going to see Belle at the Fallout Shelter tonight," I said. "If you do something to stop me, I'll make sure Tara knows, and while she and Belle have problems, they are twins and she won't let her sister do serious time." "I'm not confessing to anything but I think there is something you should know. Deacon Baker served with Belle's husband and brother-in-law. Her brother-in-law ran the Warlords chapter but he and his brother got caught up in an ATF sting. They wrapped up Belle's husband but before they could grab the brother, who could tie up the whole criminal enterprise, he vanished. He was last seen with Deacon," Willa explained. "Deacon didn't wait around to see if the guy would stay loyal; he removed the threat," Willa added. "If he thinks I'm a threat, he'll have me removed too." "Cry me a river," Valarie rolled her eyes. "You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." "I'm not a damn cop," Willa snarled. "Where are you from?" I asked Willa. I caught her off-guard but she snapped back soon enough. "Tampa Bay, Florida," she shot off. "Nope. I think you are from Wisconsin or Minnesota, it's your skin complexion and the way you roll some of your consonants off your tongue and lips," I said. Willa's eyes narrowed. Now she was pissed. "Are you going to shoot us with the 9mm at your back or help Zane out'?" Valarie sounded bored. "This is totally wrong," Willa persisted. She tried to stare me down but I could see something inside give way. "I'm not saying I am an undercover cop but if I was, what would you want?" "Give Belle as much shelter as you can. Hopefully she ends up with probation," I offered. "What is in it for me?" Willa sighed. "What can I do for you?" I answered. "Do you know who took out Deacon?" Willa inquired. "Yes," I replied. I could feel Valarie's head snap behind me and her eyes bore into the back of my head. "Who was it?" Willa increased her intensity. "I would tell you but I like living without the benefit of life support," I joked. "I'd cry bullshit, damn you, except I saw the beating they took and that scares the crap out of me," Willa grumbled. "Okay, Zane, if you ever get the chance to tell me, do so." "Deal," I agreed. "Great; we are all friends," Valarie stated sarcastically. "Now fuck his face, suck his cock, and we can get going; I have to eat dinner with my sister, Dad, and the cunt he married." "What?" I glared at Valarie. "No way!" Willa declared. "Listen, bitch, you are going to need to describe what it feels like on your tongue from the ball-sack to the tip of his cock," Valarie lectured. "I've seen a video," Willa countered. "And you are such a bang-up storyteller that the 18-year old boy genius ID'd you in two minutes, or have you missed the last ten minutes of your life?" Valarie mocked her. "He seems to be the exception," Willa noted. "The average girl that attracts Zane's attention can do calculus in her head, and the one who can't is his family," Valarie responded. "Now consider his interest in Belle; she's probably a poor girl raised in a college town. That means she could have gone to college but was already soured on the whole establishment idea by a string of college fuck wads. Her sister went on to become a Law-dog that busts UV assholes all day long; Belle became an ass-kicker who flaunts her body at a bar frequented by the very higher education types that screwed with her in high school," Valarie continued. I wasn't sure how much of this Val was fabricating but it didn't matter. "Now she dangles her forbidden fruit in front of them, yet none ever get a taste, am I wrong?" Valarie queried. "You see an outlaw biker and think they are too lazy or stupid to get a real job. I see someone who wants to do their own damn thing, you don't fuck with us and we don't fuck with you." "Belle is smarter than you think she is, Willa, or whoever you are. If you don't think you are fucked yet, consider this: When was the last time Belle gave a college guy the time of day, much less walked one out of a beat-down dictated by her chapter president?" Valarie smirked. "Zane had me fighting side-by-side with him against half of the FFU faculty and students so I can attest to his peculiar form of magic." "Fuck," Willa growled. "Now, get on your knees and blow him so we can all go about our business," Valarie rumbled back. "I'm still in the midst of a no-sex weekend so I'm going to say 'No'," I intervened. "Can't we just shake and part as friends?" Willa tried. "At least kiss him," Valarie suggested. "Val, stop it. We have some level of understanding and that's good enough for now," I told her. I was checking on Valarie's okay so I only saw Willa's closure at the last moment. One look into her eyes told me she was deceiving herself that this was going to be a quick kiss to get it over with. Our lips met and my hands found their way to her hips. I pulled her to me without trapping her. A few seconds later she broke the kiss. I could read the confusion in her eyes. Her plan was to do it and be done but her impulse was to come back again. She kissed me again but his time, her tongue caressed my lips and I let it slip in. After that, I really couldn't stop myself from kissing her back intensely. Soon my lips wandered to her cheeks, chin, and neck before nibbling on an ear until she moaned and thrust up against my body. "Ugh, ah, fuck," Willa moaned. "It has been too damn long." I rotated us around, pressing Willa's back against my car. I lowered my body down Willa's, nibbling and tickling with my tongue as I did so until I was chewing on the top of her low-cut t-shirt. "You are not happily married, are you?" I inquired between a tongue stroke and some suction. "Umm, ah, no." she replied. "Why do you ask?" "I don't want you to do something you'll regret," I answered before working my way back up her throat. Willa lolled her head back, extending her throat for my attention. "Nope," she gulped with sexual tension, "no one at all." That was my cue to work with both hands to pull her shirt out of her jeans. That done, I let my fingers roam under the shirt and caress the flesh of her stomach. "Oh, stop that, no, wait, don't stop, yessss," Willa moaned. When her shirt was high enough, I began working over her tender flesh. She was clearly getting into it but I wanted more from her. I popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them. Willa's underwear was appropriately lacy. I pulled the panties down as I peeled the jeans open until I could make out her finely trimmed landing strip. I kissed along the line from her cunt fur to her hip bringing forth a hearty moan of pleasurable release. My fingers made small circles back to her ass, squeezing both cheeks and rubbing them together. Willa was stroking the top of my head and lightly yanking on my hair. I took that to be a positive endorsement of my efforts so far. When I started back up her body, Willa spread her legs wide apart and coaxed me along. I got to the base of her bra; I could sense her nervousness so I stopped pushing up her shirt there and went back to her shoulder. I had just made it back to Willa's lips when Valarie cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but I do have somewhere else to be," Valarie teased us. Willa had to reorient herself. The look she gave me was somewhat accusatory but happily, it transformed into some level of understanding. "Damn, you are sexy," she purred. She rested her elbows on my shoulders and looked me over with sensuality on her lips. "I mean, you really are sexy and I want to do this again, and we didn't even have sex yet," Willa grinned. "What makes you think we are going to have sex? Don't we have a professional relationship?" I mused. Willa reacted by putting more pressure on my shoulders, then hopping up so she could put her legs around my waist. "I kinda-sorta owe you," she gave me a wicked look. "Besides, you might like it." I had to dissuade her somehow; my life had far too many complications to get this close to the Warlords right now. "I don't know, Willa. I like lots and lots of anal sex," I cautioned her. I figured that would buy me some space. "Oh," she grunted, "I love it. A big cock like yours would feel fantastic in my ass," she added with a deep pant. Wow, that backfired spectacularly. Maybe I should inform her that I've been called needle cock by women who know me well. To add insult to injury, Valarie broke out in uproarious laughter. "There you go, Tiger," Val chuckled. "That will keep her in her place. It just so happens her place is face down and ass up with you riding roundup." Willa took a deep breath, then dismounted me. She patted me on the chest and gave me one final kiss. "We need to be going," she sighed. "I'll make sure to stay in touch." Valarie and I waited behind as Willa got on her ride and drove away. Only then did Valarie give me one last jibe herself. "Dude, I swear your lips are dusted with cocaine because I've never seen women act so nuts around a normal guy," she teased. "Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I shot back. "Ha," she laughed. "I'm calling it like I see it. I'd caution you about a girl and handcuffs but you have six sets that I know of so all I can advise is dodging when they shoot at you and lawyer up the moment they read you your rights, and I'm gone." Her bike roared to life and she peeled out, leaving me to contemplate what further screw-ups I'd added to my life. Girls, all I can say in any of our defenses is that none of us had been to a college block party except Rio, and we were dumb enough to listen to her advice on what to wear and what it would be like. We didn't even know how screwed we were until we arrived at the party destination and by then, it was too late. My only excuse was that Vivian had sworn Rio and Mercy had behaved themselves last night. Of course, first we had to get the clothes we were going to wear. The salesgirls eyed us with a devilish curiosity when we filed into the chic women's boutique, the only one in town. I was getting away with jeans and a red t-shirt from a local band called "Confetti". According to Rio, girls had to dress 'rough and ready', which translated to tight leather pants, shot boots, and either halter tops or sleeveless shirts. In retrospect, I should have known that when the salesgirls began regarding me as a pimp, I'd fucked up royally. "What do you think?" Barbie Lynn came flouncing over to where I was sitting, showing off her bright yellow halter top (that wasn't much into halting anything) and buckskin pants with the prerequisite frills along the outside of each leg. "Don't those things come with a bra?" I gulped. On the grave of my Viking ancestors, I swear those two orbs were just, right there, free and mouth-wateringly delicious. "What?" Barbie pouted. "Don't you like them?" she leaned forward, pressed her boobs together, and wiggled them in front of me. "Best ever," I panted. Barbie Lynn glowed at that declaration, then turned around and presented her ass mere inches from my face. "Better than this?" she taunted. "Ah!" I cried out; my pledge was in immoral danger. I tried to get out of my chair by brushing by her tush but only managed to flip the chair over on its side with me still in it. Eyes tracked me as I struggled to stand. "It has the Zane seal of approval," Barbie Lynn addressed the room. "I'll take it." "Wait! Zane? The Zane?" One of the salesgirls inquired. Multiple girls nodded. "That would make you the girl in the shower," she directed to Barbie Lynn. "Sure thing," Barbie Lynn boasted. "You've got, stamina," the other girl blushed, "both of you." "That's where I've seen all of you before," the first girl said as she put it all together. "Except you," she pointed at Vivian. "Honestly, I was suspicious it was a porn hoax. I mean, what kind of guy scores that many hot babes?" "Umm," Rio patted Mercy's bottom, "we're hot babes." "Are you two really, actually, the second girl stammered to Rio. "You do those things?" "Do you mean is she my bitch toy? Then yes, she is," Rio answered smugly. "Mercy, lift your top." Mercy paled, gulped, but did as requested. Rio put her arms around Mercy's midsection and pulled her close, latching onto a nipple as they came together. "No!" Vivian shouted. "There will be no public displays of pornography." Rio made a lip-smacking noise as her lips released Mercy's breast. Mercy kept her shirt raised as Rio looked back to the salesgirl. "Satisfied?" Rio gloated. The girl nodded in stunned amazement and Vivian coughed as a reminder. "Mercy, you can lower your shirt now," Rio added without even looking at Mercy. "Wow, this is so weird." The first girl shook her head, then that light came on and she looked at me with amazement and amusement. "You are trying for your 'No Sex' weekend? Well, if we can't get you laid before this weekend, we aren't selling you the right clothes." "I'm counting on it," Paige smirked. Her choice was a slick black bustier and leather pants that laced up on the side. In fact, they were more lacing on the sides and less leather. I'm not saying she looked bad; I merely vowed to get a few pictures of her in the outfit for my spank bank collection, not that I have any realistic hope of spanking the monkey anytime soon. Whoa, are women I don't even know now ganging up on me? What the hell? Adelaide and Ginger, our two salesgirls, went all out to get the ladies the skimpiest outfits allowed by law. I didn't mention the occasion because that would make me feel bad about not inviting them. "So, what are you getting all dressed up, or down for?" Ginger asked innocently enough. "Oh, there is a college-student-only bloc party tonight. Zane got an invite and he's sneaking us in with him," Iona responded with the naivet of a girl who had nil knowledge of social networking or class distinction. "Oh," Ginger muttered, and cast a sideways glance to Adelaide before looking at me. "Well, Addie's husband doesn't like doing that kind of stuff," she said lamely, "and Finn, my boyfriend, has to work late anyway." She was giving me an out and I wanted to take it. Somehow this seemed to be one too many times sticking out my neck foolishly. I'd already bent my invitation by inviting my FFU crowd. I then told myself that I'd double back and invite them, on the sly. I recalled the little discussion Valarie had with Willa only a few hours ago. Yes, I could act like your standard college cock and tell the townies it was okay to come in the back door. If I did that, I could only pray Rio punched me in the face. I'd say 'kick me in the nuts' but I clearly didn't have any. "Ginger and Adelaide, we are gathering by the water tower around 9:45 before we head to the spot," I told her. "You and your guys join us there and we'll go in as a group. It is the warehouse on Hammond Street and the word is 'Comet', in case you show up later." "Oh, I'm not sure we can make it," Adelaide responded. What she was also saying was 'are you sure you know what you are doing?' "There is one condition," I added. Now the two salesgirls were suspicious. "You have to dress like the rest of them do," I motioned to my girls. "You sold these ladies these clothes so it is only fair you dress similarly." Now the two exhaled, then smiled and groaned playfully. They could hardly say no after the money they'd taken from me, my credit card, actually. If I carried that much cash and a cop searched me, I'd mistake me for a drug dealer too. "We'll see what we can do," Ginger evaded. "Oh, that won't be a problem," Opal chimed in. "Go around the store and pick out what you want; Zane will pay for it." "For the love of God, would you stop spending my money? You are as bad as Rio," I griped. "Who is trying to be worse to you than I am?" Rio sounded both offended and up to the challenge of making me even more miserable than I was. "Oh, come on, Zane," Brandi complained. "You are a gazillionaire." "You've been listening to Rio," I shot back and glared Rio's way. "It was Mercy who told me that," Brandi corrected me. I shifted my gaze to Mercy, as did Rio. "We'll talk when we get outside," Rio cautioned Mercy, who seemed decidedly uneasy. I had to hand it to Ginger and Adelaide; for ten minutes they showed constraint, and then they went bonkers. I really don't think a woman can wear a pink gossamer scarf wrapped around her chest and call it clothing but Ginger was giving it a shot. Ginger had a small chest - 32A, but her nipples were works of art. I couldn't keep quiet about them. "Ginger, if your boyfriend lets you walk around in your domicile with a top on, he's committing crimes against the male and female, worship of the female form," I blathered. Ginger blinked, and then blushed before grinning at me wickedly. "Yes?" she prodded me. I took that as an invitation to walk up, bend at the waist until I was at eye level with her chest. Her nipples swelled under my scrutiny. "Zane, if you lick or bite them, I will stomp on your foot and break some toes," Vivian warned me. I was, in my estimation, good. I leaned forward a few more inches until I could blow forcefully upon each nipple. Ginger rolled forward on the tip of her toes, thrusting her chest forward, but I retreated just in time. She fell back and I pursued with long, continuous breaths this time. Her nipples didn't come out and say 'Hi', they launched rescue flares and lit bonfires on the beaches of my desire. Ginger was moaning and whimpering as she kept trying to force physical contact while I kept frustrating her. Her thighs were working back and forth as her cunt began burning her up. "Ginger," Adelaide worried, "what about Finn?" "I know," pleaded Ginger, "but you've seen the cock on this guy and he's driving me crazy-horny, and he hasn't even touched me yet." "Friends," Adelaide insistently reminded Ginger. "All his friends are here and watching." "I'll be her friend," Brandi volunteered, though Opal hooked her waist before she could show everyone how much of a friend she wanted to be. "Oh, we don't mind," Rio remarked. "Most nights with Zane are a learning experience for all of us." "I mind," grumbled Paige. "Paige, honey, he always comes home to us," Barbie Lynn reassured Paige. "Besides, we know where he's sleeping tonight and who will be with him," Iona added. "Fine, okay," Paige decided. "Zane," she beckoned me with a 'come hither' finger curl. "Sorry, Paige," I quickly responded between puffs of air on Ginger's nipples, "I'm busy." "Zane," Paige warned me. "Paige, not now," I grumped. "Zane!" Paige became more insistent. I didn't respond so what she said next was inevitable. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy." My groan was fueled by stymied lust; I stood up and walked over to Paige. Once I was in front of her, I used both hands to brush Paige's hair off her shoulder blades. I brought my hands together at the back of her head, wrapping my left hand in her ponytail while dropping my right down her side before snaking it to the small of her back. I pulled the hair back gently, tilting her head up as I pressed my hand on the small of her back until we were rubbing against one another. I leaned in for a slow, intensive kiss which Paige intercepted by standing on her toes. Our kiss was a see-saw affair that saw our tongues roll together and our lips shifting from lingering touch to gentle caress that lasted over a minute. "What are they doing? Or more like it, what is she doing to him to make him do that?" Adelaide quizzed the ladies. "Oh, that's a game they play," Rio explained. "He pretends she's a witch who has put a spell on him and she pretends she's going to be the first Mrs. Zane Braxton." "Say those words and Zane will perform any sexual act on you that you desire," Barbie Lynn teased. "No, it doesn't work like that," Iona got out right before Ginger interrupted. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy," Ginger demanded. That earned a round of chuckles. "Sorry, I tried that too," Brandi admitted. "Apparently each girl has to find her own command phrase." "Are you okay now?" I whispered to Paige. I really had to deal with these girls going wacky around me; we had things to do before the party started. "You are worth every gold doubloon I've spent on you," she smiled back. "Um, I'm the one spending money on you," I corrected her. Paige turned half-way around, bumped me with her hip, and wiggled her ass. "As I said, you are worth every coin," she winked. Hardy-har-har. "Okay, friends and acquaintances, let's finish with our purchases," I commanded. "We've still got some ground to cover before tonight." "What else do we have to do?" groaned Vivian. "I'm getting Mercy tattooed," Rio grinned with a dire mirth. "I want a design right above the ass, both subtle and understated; I don't know if I'm going with '1-800-HoT-SLuT' or 'Nothing Under 6 inches Allowed." "No, you are not!" growled Vivian. "No way, no how. Zane?" "Vivian, Rio is yanking your chain," I calmed my guardian. "You have to understand that Rio wouldn't put anything on Mercy that she wouldn't wear herself. She definitely wouldn't put something on Mercy that Mercy couldn't live with; trust me on that." "That's right, Viv," Rio chortled. "I can't tell you how many times I've regretted having 'Eat at the Clam Shack' tattooed right below the beltway." "You don't have a tattoo there!" Vivian countered. "Someone's been peeking," Rio skewered Vivian with a shark-like grin. Iona shook her head and walked up to Vivian, presenting her phone. "Here is the design they've chosen," Iona explained. It was an intricate weaving of lines and shadows I'd been shown once before. "See, in this end is Songs of Solomon 2:16 and on the other end is a Chi Rho woven into the greater design. It clearly has Christian imagery," Iona explained. "It's" Vivian sounded surprised, "actually rather, nice looking." "What's Songs of Solomon 2:16?" Ginger inquired. "'My lover is mine and I am', it should say 'his' but I think in this case it is 'hers'," I answered. "That's sweet," Adelaide said. "You can bet it was Mercy's choice, then," Opal smirked. "No, it was Rio's idea,&quo

In this episode of the Bleeding Metal Podcast, host Kiki interviews Lukas from the German band DEVIL MAY CARE. They discuss the band's unique social media initiative, 'Downfall of the Week,' which highlights societal and environmental issues.Lukas shares his journey into music, his activism with Sea Shepherd, and the band's commitment to addressing pressing global challenges through their music. They also delve into the upcoming album “Limit,” its themes, and the importance of activism in the music industry. The conversation emphasizes the need for artists to use their platforms for positive change and the role of fans in supporting these efforts.05:01 The Downfall of the Week Concept14:02 Activism and Environmental Responsibility19:50 The Impact of Social Media on Music29:09 The New Album: Limit35:18 Touring and Upcoming ShowsRecorded on October 10th, 2025.Show notes:DEVIL MAY CARE's website has their tour dates and everything you needCheck out the Downfall of the Week on the band's InstagramVolunteer for Sea ShepherdBleeding Metal was created by ⁠⁠@kikigege87 ⁠ and is hosted and produced with ⁠⁠@martha _wingen⁠⁠. Episode edited by Kiki with Riverside.Subscribe now to the Bleeding Metal Podcast wherever you listen and watch some new video interviews on YouTube, all links are on our ⁠⁠linktree⁠. Intro music by ⁠⁠Savvier Nelson⁠⁠ with vocals from ⁠⁠PERSONA-singer Jelena Dobric⁠⁠.

In this episode, Drew and Marie dive into Season 9, Episode 2 of Supernatural: Devil May Care. This week through the theme of Control.---Support us on Ko-fi or Patreon: carryingwayward.comMusic by Jake LionheartAdditional sound editing by Jacqueline TucciAudio provided by zapsplat.com

Marcus Brigstocke returns for his own capsule! His first being shared with his wife, comedian Rachel Paris in ep 72. Marcus Brigstocke is a comedian, actor and writer who performs stand up to sell-out audiences on tour nationally. His last tour show, Devil May Care, is now available to watch on Amazon Prime. BBC Radio 4 has become somewhat of a second home to Marcus with regular appearances on I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue, The Now Show and Just a Minute; he has written and recorded three series and four specials of his hit show Giles Wemmbley-Hogg Goes Off. Most recently, he co-starred alongside Kerry Godliman, in three series of The Wilsons Save The World. Marcus has notched up an impressive list of TV credits including Steph's Packed Lunch, Comedians Giving Lectures, House of Games, The Graham Norton Show, Famous and Fighting Crime, team captain on Argumental, and host of The Late Edition and I've Never Seen Star Wars. Other appearances include; Live at the Apollo, Have I Got News for You, Mock the Week, QI, Sorry I've Got No Head and the 11 O'Clock Show. Tickets for his latest tour, Vitruvian Mango, are available now.Marcus Brigstocke is our guest in episode 524 of My Time Capsule and chats to Michael Fenton Stevens about the five things he'd like to put in a time capsule; four he'd like to preserve and one he'd like to bury and never have to think about again .Tickets for Marcus's latest tour, Vitruvian Mango, are available here - https://www.offthekerb.com/on-tour/?otk_artist=Marcus+Brigstocke&otk_postcode=&otk_date=Follow Marcus Brigstocke on Instagram: @marcusbrigstocke .Follow My Time Capsule on Instagram: @mytimecapsulepodcast & Twitter/X & Facebook: @MyTCpod .Follow Michael Fenton Stevens on Twitter/X: @fentonstevens & Instagram @mikefentonstevens .Produced and edited by John Fenton-Stevens for Cast Off Productions .Music by Pass The Peas Music .Artwork by matthewboxall.com .This podcast is proud to be associated with the charity Viva! Providing theatrical opportunities for hundreds of young people .To support this podcast, get all episodes ad-free and a bonus episode every Wednesday of "My Time Capsule The Debrief', please sign up here - https://mytimecapsule.supercast.com. All money goes straight into the making of the podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome Back to the Hunt - an odd-couple and diner fun. In this episode (Season 9, Ep. 2 - Devil May Care), Kevin and Crowley are under one roof? The return of Abaddon (with a literal army)? We unwrap an episode that shows us early on that Ezekiel's work protecting Sam may go beyond simply healing him from the inside. Is it worth a rewatch? Join us on the hunt to find out!---The Back on The Hunt Podcast drops EVERY Tuesday.Want to share your rewatch experience with us? Please send us a message: https://anchor.fm/chris-barrows/messageTheme Music:Extreme Energy by MusicToday80: https://soundcloud.com/musictoday80/r...Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) https://creativecommons.org/licenses/...Music provided by Free Vibes: https://goo.gl/NkGhTg

Devm Crow talks about the Devil May Care series, A Minecraft Movie, and more. Today's Beer of the Week: Sierra Nevada's Trail Pass. 

Join us for this weeks episode of the Good Food podcast as host Samuel Goldsmith and Good Food's editor Keith Kendrick sit down with Marcus Brigstocke, celebrated comedian and cheese connoisseur. Marcus shares his enthralling experiences at the World Cheese Awards in Portugal, his culinary disasters and triumphs, and his unique show 'Cheese and Whine'. Alongside Keith, Marcus dives into the nuances of British cheeses, their historical and cultural significance, and even some surprising cheese pairings. Whether you're a cheese aficionado or simply love a good laugh, this episode is sure to entertain and educate. Also, highlights include Marcus's journey into comedy, his cooking secrets, and much more. In 1996 at his first Edinburgh Festival Marcus won the BBC New Comedian of the year. Stand Up has remained the backbone of his work but he's continued to act on stage and screen as well as writing scripts for sitcoms, films & sketch shows. He has just launched his 2025 tour show ‘Vitruvian Mango' and performs his festival show ‘Cheese & Whine' all over the UK. His stand up special ‘Devil May Care' is on Amazon Prime Video. With his wife Rachel Parris - Marcus releases a weekly Podcast ‘How Was It For You?' reviewing anything at all from tinned fish to Twitter, weddings, Christmas markets and mice. Alongside his comedy career he has played King Arthur in Monty Python's Spamalot, PT Barnum in Barnum, Mr Perks in the Railway Children and Ali Hakim in Oklahoma at the Royal Albert Hall for the BBC Proms. In film he has appeared in Love Actually, Magic Mike III - The Last Dance, Blinded by the Light, & Beyond the Sea. On TV Marcus played Adam Savage in The Savages alongside Geoffrey Palmer and Victoria Hamilton. He played King Stupid in ‘Stupid' and made 3 series' of I'm Sorry I've Got No Head. He's hosted HIGNFY, been a panellist on QI, Mock The Week and WILTY. He hosted his own show The Late Edition on BBC 4 and made it to the final (before breaking his leg) on Channel 4's The Jump and was a semi finalist on Celebrity MasterChef 2023. On Radio he's the creator of the award winning Giles Wemmbley Hogg Goes Off, The Brig Society & I've Never Seen Star Wars and appears regularly on ISIHAC, The Unbelievable Truth, Just A Minute, The Now Show and the 99p Challenge. His sitcom ‘The Wilson's Save The World' starring Kerry Godliman has recently completed its third series. The radio 4 broadcast of his play ‘The Red' won the Audio Drama award in 2018. His book ‘God Collar' - based on his award winning stand up show of the same name addresses religion, faith and atheism. Marcus is a ‘Level One Cheesemaster' & judges at the World Cheese Awards. He also hosts ‘Jazz Family Trees' on Jazz FM. Subscribers to the Good Food app via App Store get access to the show ad-free, and with regular bonus content such as interviews recorded at the good food show. To get started, download the Good Food app today. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Look ya'll, Jay might be drinking the kool-aid or something, because he's talking all kinds of crazy with this "Body count doesn't bother me anymore" INSANITY!!!!!!!!!!!! but incase this is the new norm WELCOME LADIES you might actually like the new "Devil May Care" Big Jay!!

AI Show NotesSummaryIn this episode of Devil's Trap Podcast, Diana and Liz discuss their recent household projects, their experience at a Brazilian steakhouse, and their weekend activities. They also review the Supernatural episode 'Devil May Care' and discuss the themes of possession, demon hierarchy, and the Winchester brothers' plan to kill all demons. Abaddon, the queen of hell, makes a comeback and recruits demons to join her in a coup against Crowley. The episode ends with a mysterious scene involving dead cows and a military base. In this part of the conversation, the hosts discuss the inconsistencies in the portrayal of military uniforms in the show. They also question the presence of an Army specialist on a Navy base and the use of FBI agents in a military case. The hosts then talk about the introduction of a new character, Tracy, and her confrontational attitude towards the Winchesters. They discuss the use of sex-tortion as a tactic and the need for the military to address issues of bad behavior. The conversation then shifts to Kevin's interaction with Crowley and the manipulation tactics used by the demon. The hosts also discuss the abandoned town setting and the fight scenes between the Winchesters and the demons. The chapter ends with Dean's conflicted feelings about Ezekiel and his trust in the angel. In this episode, Sam and Dean encounter two hunters, Pete and Tracy, who are on the hunt for Abaddon. However, their methods and motives are questionable. Meanwhile, Zeke tries to convince Sam that he is one of the good guys, and Dean covers up Zeke's presence by lying to Sam. Kevin, feeling betrayed by the Winchesters, decides to leave and search for his missing mother. The episode sets up the ongoing storylines for the season, including the conflict with Abaddon and the mystery surrounding Kevin's mother.Chapters00:00Introduction and Household Projects02:46Review of Supernatural Episode 'Devil May Care'05:27Weekend Activities and Recap of Abaddon's Return09:12Exploring the Meaning of 'Devil May Care'13:22Abaddon's Coup Against Crowley19:17Locking Crowley in the Dungeon23:21The Mystery of the Dead Cows25:07Navy Base and the Bus Incident27:52Dean's Phone Call and Abaddon's Plan30:06Discussion of Military Uniforms and Dead Cows33:38Confrontation and Sex-tortion Tactics35:37Kevin's Vulnerability and Crowley's Manipulation38:44The Eerie Atmosphere of the Abandoned Town49:50Intense Fight Scenes with the Demons58:54Dean's Conflicted Feelings about EzekielThis podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Chartable - https://chartable.com/privacy

In the 174th episode of Supernatural, Sam is shocked when he learns that Dean kidnapped Crowley; Abaddon re-emerges with plans to take over hell. Support Ghostfacers: A Supernatural Rewatch https://www.patreon.com/Ghostfacers Brought to you By: The Sonar Network https://thesonarnetwork.com/

In the 174th episode of Supernatural, Sam is shocked when he learns that Dean kidnapped Crowley; Abaddon re-emerges with plans to take over hell. Intro/Outro performed by Aaron Barry Follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook! Or send us an email: ghostfacerspodcast@gmail.com! Part of the Brain Freeze Podcast Network! And now...support us on Patreon!   This podcast is Sponsored by BetterHelp Learn to make time for what makes you happy, with BetterHelp. Visit BetterHelp.com/GHOSTFACERS today to get 10% off your first month.

Entrevistam Neri Díaz, membre de l’organització del Dones Fest, i Verónica González del grup Devil May Care, que celebren aquest cap de setmana a Es Gremi de Palma la seva segona edició.

This week we share our final thoughts on My Demon and dive into the latest news in upcoming K-content that we are looking forward to! Listen to find out our Playlist Pick of the week =) (This episode may contain minor spoilers of the k-drama My Demon. All episodes of this drama is available to stream on Netflix!) If you enjoy this episode, make sure to follow, leave a comment, rate and share this episode with other K-drama lovers, and be sure to follow us on ⁠⁠⁠IG⁠⁠⁠ @Kcompanionpod to stay up to date on what we think you should watch next! #kcompanion #kcompanionpod #kdrama #kpop #kdramaactress #kdramaactor #kdramapodcast #NetflixKdrama #songkang #KillerParadox #ChoiWooshik

Heute geht es im Gespräch mit Lukas Esslinger (Gitarre) und Joachim Lindner (Schlagzeug) von "Devil May Care" um die Utopien in ihrer Musik. Ja echt. Ich konfrontiere die zwei Jungs von der Post-Hardcore Band aus Würzburg mit den Science Fiction Inhalten ihrer Lyrics. Dabei ist die Musik einfach der Hammer. Hört selbst mal rein, ihr findet die passenden Links unten... Und hier die entsprechenden Links: Devil May Care Homepage Spotify Posthalle  

 | Artist  | Title  |   | Album Name  | Album Copyright | Eric Johanson  | Just Like New  | The Deep And The Dirty | Kenny Wayne Shepherd  | ad Intentions  | Dirt On My Diamonds Vol 1 | Johnny Mars + The Cold Heart Revue  | Rose  |   | Reunion  |   |  | Avey Grouws Band  | Rise Up  |   | The Devil May Care  |  | Kyla Brox  | When We're Alone  | Live at Konitz Castle  |  | Larkin Poe  | I'll Keep It with Mine  | Killing Time (& Blair Dunlop) (EP) | Jerimiah Marques  | Sitting On Top Of The World  | Down By The River  |  | Lipstick & Spurs  | One Hundred To One (Giddy Up)  | One Hundred To One (Giddy Up) SINGLE | Professor Longhair  | Tell Me Pretty Baby  |   |   |  | Andres Roots  | Sherwood  | Afternoon EP  |  | The Staples Singers  | Downward Road  | Gospel Music Anthology_ The Staples Singers (Digitally Remastered | Fats Domino  | The Fat Man  |The Fat Man   |   |  | Chuck Berry  | Maybellene  | The Blues Collection (Chuc | John P Taylor Band  | To Feel Alive  | To Feel Alive  |  | Bruce Cockburn  | O Sun by Day O Moon by Night  | O Sun O Moon  | 

Happy Halloween! He's Clare, a baron with a very expensive contractor's bill and a suspicious number of black armbands in his wardrobe. She's Lucy, a sheltered seventeen year old girl with a big inheritance and absolutely no friends anywhere. What a great combination! It's Greygallows by Barbara Michaels, who is also Elizabeth Peters and Barbara Mertz and probably a ton of other names - you may remember that we did an episode on her Devil May Care last year for Halloween, and that book has a guest appearance from the actual Christian devil! Old Scratch! The Father of Lies! The Prince of Darkness! This one, sadly, does not - but it's a delightful read and a great book for spooky season. Fair warning, it includes some extremely realistic and therefore disturbing depictions of spousal abuse, most notably the scariest gaslighting I've seen in a book in a long time but also financial, emotional, and physical abuse with some attempted murder thrown in. It's not gratuitous at all - it's very well done and the heroine's legal helplessness under 19th century British law is definitely a major point of the book, but it is definitely going to hit too close to home for some people.

This was so much fun we forget we were recording! After fuelling up a starving Sother with one of Will Wyatt's preposterously good Electric Burritos, Sother kicks off by spilling the tea on Trap Cocktails, Maxwell Britten, and  his firm's soon-to-open African diaspora restaurant, Ubuntu. We discuss the joys of vegan food both at the DIG fast-casual chain and at Eleven Madison Park, Sother invents the word "proteinaceous", Phil Barlow and Coconut Cartel rum's copper ice plate gets a look in, we learn about bidding for vintage rye whiskey at Sotheby's , why modern corks are way better, and if you can even get regular Michelob any more. Just to show off, Sother becomes the first guest on the show ever to use the word "nomenclature", we explore why flair is hard but mixology is easy, rap about the joy of yummy drinks a la Leo Robitschek, why there are only a few really outstanding people in any field, how millionaires can get tax rebates in Sweden, taste some genepi, then some gin, and announce the world exclusive of Sother's forthcoming pineapple habanero mezcal hot sauce. (By the way, that quote I mentioned was in Sebastian Faulks' James Bond book "Devil May Care", not one of Anthony Horowitz's Bond books, and here it is:  "The waiters in their short white coats were all Romans of a certain age who had spent a lifetime in their chosen profession. They were swift and precise in their movements, polite without being deferential." ) Love that. Sother IG: https://instagram.com/creativedrunk?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==Sother on Twitter: https://twitter.com/CreativeDrunk Buy signed, personalised copies of  Sother's books and bitters: https://creativedrunk.bigcartel.com/products Come see Sother, Lucky, Bruce and crew at Amor y Amargo in NYC: https://instagram.com/amoryamargo?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==  Get in touch with Duff!Podcast business enquiries: consulting@liquidsolutions.org (PR friends: we're only interested in having your client on if they can talk about OTHER things than their prepared speaking points or their new thing, whatever that is, for a few hours. They need to be able to hang. Oh, and we won't supply prepared or sample questions, or listener or “reach” stats, either.) Retain Philip's consulting firm, Liquid Solutions, specialised in on-trade engagement & education, brand creation and repositioning: philip@liquidsolutions.org Philip on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/philipsduff/ Philip on Facebook: Philip Duff Philip on X/Twitter: Philip Duff (@philipduff) / Twitter Philip on LinkedIn: linkedin.com Old Duff Genever on Instagram: Old Duff Genever (@oldduffgenever) • Instagram photos and videos Old Duff Genever on Facebook: facebook.com Old Duff Genever on X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/oldduffgenever?lang=en www.oldduffgenever.com...

 | Artist  | Title  | Album Name  | Album Copyright | Doug MacLeod  | Children Like You  | Raw Blues 1  |  | Dave Arcari  | Walk the Walk  | Devil May Care  |  | Nico Bacton  | Right Here  | Down The Line  |  | The Pawn Shop Saints  | Lynyrd Skynyrd  | 'Ordinary Folks' | Pete Rea  | Cork From The Bottle  | Zero Hour  |  | Clayton Doley  | Starting Right Now  | Bayou Billabong  |  | Delta Generators (Advanced Copy)  | Hot Tickets!  | Get On the Horse  |  | Mike Morgan And The Crawl  | Where's The Love  | Stronger Every Day  |  | Amos Milburn  | Donald's Idea  | Complete Aladdin Recordings 1994 CD4 | Cory Luetjen & The Traveling Blues Band  | Hurt All Over Again  | Just The Blue Notes  |  | The Campbell Brothers  | Oooh Ooooh  | Sacred Steel on Tour | Bo Diddley  | You Don't Love Me  | Jungle Music (The Blues Collection) | Duane Eddy  | Ramrod (Al Casey Version)  | The Rocking Guitar Man | Bob Bradshaw  | Somebody Told Me A Lie  | The Art Of Feeling Blue (mp3)

 | Artist  | Title  | Album Name  | Album Copyright | Dave Arcari  | (Looks like you're) Walkin' on Water  | Devil May Care  |  | Trevor Babajack  | Ambler Gambler  | Not Far To Go  |  | Willie Borum  | Alone In The Evening Hours  | The Blues - Sam Charters Field Recordings | Robert Johnson  | Hell Hound On My Trail  | The Complete Recordings;  The Centennial Collection | The 2:19  | No Smoke No Fire  | We Will Get Through This | Chris James  | Shake That Booty (James)  | Angel In The Mirror  |  | J.J. Cale  | Teardrops In My Tequila  | #8  |   |  | Tony Campanella  | Taking it to the street  | Tony Campanella  |  | Charles -Cow Cow- Davenport  | Texas Shout  | Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 2  (1929-1945) | Emma Swift  | Queen Jane Approximately  | Blonde On The Tracks | The Campbell Brothers  | Morning Train  | Sacred Steel on Tour | Freddie Bell And The Bellboys  | I Said It And I'm Glad  | Debut Recordings (1956-57) | Duane Eddy  | Sweet Little Sixteen  | 50s Juke Box Hits  |  | Mick Pini & Audio 54  | Time After Time.mp3  | Way Ahead  |  | King Bee and the Stingers  | Break That Spell  | Don't Move So Fast  |  | Joe Flip  | Toxic - Feat. Swanny Rose  | Home Sweet Home  | 

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In which we discuss lies of fabrication vs lies of omission, Bunker-enabled movie binges, demons named Jason, and our good pal Short Shorts. SPOILERS for ALL seasons! Looking for earlier episodes? Find our back catalogue here: https://directory.libsyn.com/shows/view/id/theplaidcast We would love to hear from you! Email: theplaidcast@gmail.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/theplaidcast Please leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or Stitcher!

Frank Sinatra “Watertown” Mezclado y remasterizado: ”Watertown” ”Goodbye (She Quietly Says)” ”For A While” ”Michael & Peter” ”I Would Be In Love (anyway)” ”Elizabeth” ”What A Funny Girl (You Used To Be)” ”What’s Now Is Now” ”She Says” ”The Train” ”Lady Day”* Tribute To Frank Sinatra: Jamie Cullum “Devil May Care” Biréli Lagrène “You Make Me Feel So Young” Diana Krall “On The Sunny Side Of The Street” Didier Lockwood “All The Things You Are” Michel Petrucciani & Stéphane Grappelli “These Foolish Things” Escuchar audio

Abaddon is back and wants to take over Hell, but first she needs to kill Crowley. She knows the Winchesters have him so she goes after other hunters to draw them out. It works really well, actually. We discuss wedding songs, are so happy that Alaina Huffman is back as Abaddon (no explanation required), and figure out what it means to be part of the Winchester family. Patreon Twitter Instagram Tumblr Facebook

Welcome Back Campers! In this weeks Around The Fire discussion, Lucas, Michael and Justin ride the river Styx and travel through the lower planes to take a look at Devils and Demons. Whether you are embracing the chaos of Demon lords or scheming contracts with high Devils, there's sure to be something you enjoy in this week's episode. Don't forget you can watch the gang every Monday night around 7pm central in their 5+ year running D&D campaign over on www.twitch.tv/FantasyCampground and follow The Fantasy Campgrounds on twitter @FantasyCG for all news and updates. ____________________________________________ Website: https://fantasycampground.com Stream: https://twitch.tv/FantasyCampground Twitter: @FantasyCG Instagram: @fantasycampground Podcast: https://anchor.fm/fantasycampground

oof i’m so pooped from the moving and the heat and just the general everything of it all. but i’m especially looking forward to those two things being finished. it will be nice to be done and to do more resting and to not be so sweaty. i want to lay in one place and i want to be cold and dry. however, yah yah yah, i am going to miss air conditioning for real but oh well. i’ll adapt eh?DOWNLOAD/STREAM RECORDINGsubscribe to the podcast here: http://feeds.feedburner.com/5432fun00:00 (intro by omar)00:20 The Smarthearts “Only a Name” On the Line02:13 Quality Cable “Cavalcade” Paper View06:54 Operator Music Band “Squaresoft” Squaresoft / Cowboys10:40 Adelyn Rose “Power Ballad” Ordinary Fantasy13:25 Chuck Cleaver “Devil May Care” Send Aid15:40 Warm Bodies “Time Slip’s Kiss” UFO EXTREMO’s18:39 Plateau Below “Yellow Belly” Sun Don’t Shine So Bright20:23 Max Nordile “show biz” HAIR CLINIC25:19 129,600 “techi” Live in Missoula27:20 Long Hots “Nickel & Dime” Nickel & Dime30:41 Second Still “Special No One” Violet Phase33:41 Vacation “Captain Unsensible” Zen Quality Seed Crystal36:26 NEUTRALS “Comin Up Roses” Kebab Disco39:16 Brave Radar “Land Art” Dynamos40:05 No Age “Boy Void” Weirdo Rippers41:51 Egrets on Ergot “tartarica barometz” TRANSCEND EFFIGIES46:34 Dust from 1000 yrs “fools dance” born to itch49:48 Ylayali “coin pocket” caterpillar graveyard54:13 Olden Yolk “Blue Paradigm” Living Theatre

The guys sit down for Curtis's last episode of the show for a while to share incredible music and reminisce a little about the show's growth so far. Josh's Bandcamp finds: Carver Commodore, Devil May Care: carvercommodore.bandcamp.com/track/devil-may-care Evan Diem, 3/24/01 VS Giants: evandiem.bandcamp.com/track/3-24-01-vs-giants Curtis's Bandcamp finds: Disco Doom, Rogue Wave: explodinginsoundrecords.bandcamp.com/album/mt-surreal Childz, What's Wrong Now?: childz.bandcamp.com/album/22-pack-gold Be sure to follow us @campscoutspod on Twitter and Instagram!!! Curtis @citrushamburger on Instagram Josh @jwfreeman_ on Twitter and Instagram Artwork by @madisonn_rrose on Twitter and Instagram Don't forget to sign up for our newsletter! eepurl.com/h2KPob

El programa "T'agrada el blues" d'aquesta setmana, presenta el darrer disc de l'experimentat bluesman Tinsley Ellis (Atlanta, EUA) que

And can you explain Howie Mandel's decades-long success?

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Chuck Brown, The Godfather of Go-Go, left this world on May 16, 2012.  On the 10th anniversary of his passing, we celebrate his legacy on this episode.  Chuck launched a subgenre of funk music that has a beat that just won't quit!  This Grammy nominated vocalist and guitarist was, in many ways, as unique as the legandary James Brown.  Multi-award winning program director Ray White  sat down with Chuck in his touring R.V. in November of 2011 to learn more about the foundation of Go-Go music and other highlights of his career.  Way Coool!!  In our showcase segment, Lisa Davis features three awesome musicians - the legendary bluesman John Mayall whose latest album is The Sun Is Shining Down, super blues guitarist and vocalist Tinsley Ellis who just released Devil May Care and the very talented keyboardist Ron Reinhardt whose latest single features sax great Richard Elliot.  From Go-Go...to Blues...to Contemporary Jazz, you'll find great variety of world-class musicians only on the Coool CAT.  

It's Thursday and you know what that means! In this episode, the guys conduct a one-year performance of James. Also, Matt is hungover, Jordan loved "The Batman" and in an alternate universe, Pat is still driving to the airport.   We then move on to the Beer Reviews, where we cover the World Famous Palomino Club Cerveza (Hansome Lad), Fruited Sour Ale - Pear, Vanilla & Chardonnay (Good Neighbour), Nothin' but the Hops V.9 (Devil May Care), and the Hot Mariachi (Trans Canada Brewery).

Show #941 Destruction & Distress 01. Albert Castiglia - What's Wrong With You (4:57) (I Got Love, Gulf Coast Records, 2022) 02. Peter Veteska & Blues Train - I Miss You So (5:16) (So Far So Good, Blue Heart Records, 2022) 03. Walk That Walk - I'm The Man (5:01) (You Good.?!, self-release, 2022) 04. Bob Stroger & The Headcutters - Stranded In St. Louis (4:47) (That's My Name, Delmark Records, 2022) 05. Katie Henry - Empty Cup (4:08) (On My Way, Ruf Records, 2022) 06. The Love Light Orchestra - Leave The Light On (2:55) (Leave The Light On, Nola Blue Records, 2022) 07. John Mayall - Chills And Thrills (5:20) (The Sun Is Shining Down, Forty Below Records, 2022) 08. The Nighthawks - Ask Me Nice (4:19) (Established 1972, VizzTone Records, 2022) 09. Scott Ellison - Where Do You Go When You Leave (5:17) (There's Something About the Night, Liberation Hall Records, 2022) 10. J-Rad Cooley - Now She's A Drifter (5:03) (Yard Sale, VizzTone Records, 2022) 11. The Twangtown Paramours - That's What The Blues Are For (3:33) (Double Down On A Bad Thing, Inside Edge Records, 2022) 12. Mississippi Heat - Havana En Mi Alma (4:22) (Madeleine, Van Der Linden Recordings, 2022) 13. Mike Zito - Life Is Hard (8:30) (Blues For The Southside, Gulf Coast Records, 2022) 14. Karl Stoll & the Danger Zone - Bad Girl (6:22) (The Workhouse, self-release, 2022) 15. Tinsley Ellis - Right Down The Drain (5:00) (Devil May Care, Alligator Records, 2022) 16. Bernard Allison - I Gave It All (4:56) (Highs & Lows, Ruf Records, 2022) 17. The Sully Band - If I Could Only Be Sure (4:32) (Let's Straighten It Out!, Blue Élan Records, 2022) 18. Tim Gartland - The Thing About The Truth (4:55) (Truth, Taste Good Music, 2022) 19. Ruzz Guitar's Blues Revue - Soulful Blues (3:19) (Live! Against The Grain, RG Records, 2022) Bandana Blues is and will always be a labor of love. Please help Spinner deal with the costs of hosting & bandwidth. Visit www.bandanablues.com and hit the tipjar. Any amount is much appreciated, no matter how small. Thank you.

Kevin is backed up... Dean to the rescue with some prune juice!

Dan und Merten quatschen mit Moritz von Devil May Care u.a. über ihr Hybridkonzert im Knust zu Hamburg (welches letztlich ausfiel, das wussten wir zum Zeitpunkt der Aufnahme aber noch nicht).

Tinsley Ellis broke onto the national blues scene with his early '80s band, the Heartfixers. By late in the decade, when the Atlanta-based guitarist and singer began releasing albums under his own name, he also became a fixture in the genre's international club and festival circuit. Over the years he's earned a reputation for full-throttle live shows and well-crafted albums that hinge on his powerful singing and on his playing, which is based in tradition but packed with signature moves like deft finger slides, the use of open, ringing strings in single-note solos, and bends borrowed from B.B. King but laden with his own emotionalism and rock 'n' roll energy. Ellis has been a seemingly tireless road warrior—at least until Covid. But even the pandemic couldn't slow his songwriting, and he penned more than 200 new titles while in lockdown. You can hear 10 of those tunes, including 6-string bonfires like “Slow Train To Hell,” on his new album Devil May Care—the 20th in his catalog. Back on the road this year, Ellis stopped at Nashville's 3rd & Lindsley on March 3, where he showed Premier Guitar his rig and told stories of close encounters with B.B. King and other greats after soundcheck and, that night, delivered a sermon on the power and glory of blues. His current run continues until the end of May, and Ellis has just been nominated in the 2022 Blues Music Awards for Blue-Rock Entertainer of the Year. [Brought to you by D'Addario XPND Pedalboard: https://ddar.io/xpnd.rr (https://ddar.io/xpnd.rr)]

Hoy la pole la tiene la banda holandesa King of the World, que se felicitan 10 años de música blues con un excelente disco Royal Ten, !enhorabuena! Y la música negra, hoy la protagonista, continúa con el gran y veterano guitarrista Tinsely Ellis, el brujo de la guitarra de rock sureño, que tiene nuevo disco fresquito apellidado Devil May Care. Seguimos con los afincados en Barcelona Koko-Jean & The Tonics, su disco de finales del año pasado merece escucharse una y otra vez, como el de Tammi Savoy & The Chris Casello Combo, desde Chicago, rockabilly y blues. Antes habrás escuchado el último single de Sugaray Rayford así como la gran pieza de soul de Memphis de los Southern Avenue. Miles Kane ha publicado su cuarto disco, Change the show, con un soul funk que enamora. Acabamos con el Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio, conocidos como DLO3 y su segundo disco. Y de bonus, los Greyhounds con un tema de hace tres años, una canción de amor.King Of The World, Money TalksKing Of The World, Someone Like YouTinsley Ellis, One Less ReasonTinsley Ellis, Just Like RainKoko-Jean & The Tonics, All Night LongKoko-Jean & The Tonics, Never Said NoSugaray Rayford, Gonna Lift You UpSouthern Avenue, Move Into The LightMiles Kane, Coming Of AgeMiles Kane, CarolineTammi Savoy & The Chris Casello Combo, I Want A Man (It's Gotta Be That Way)Tammi Savoy & The Chris Casello Combo, Big BabyDelvon Lamarr Organ Trio, Don't Worry 'Bout What I DoGreyhounds, No Other Woman

It's Thursday and you know what that means! Pat bartends at Festival du Voyageur, Matt bartends at socials, James bartends for himself, and Jordan bar tends to have rum. We then move on to the Beer Reviews, where we cover the Fog Machine - Nelson Sauvin (Kilter), the Myth of Permanence (Henderson Brewing), Life on the Beach (Black Wheat), and the Nothin' but the Hops Vol. 8 (Devil May Care).

For this week's #TuesdayTriplePlay, Kevin spotlights three new releases from veteran artists.  Today's mix incorporates adult alternative, blues, and progressive metal.Jann Arden – Descendant (2022)Sample Track: “Unbreakable”Tinsley Ellis – Devil May Care (2022)Sample Track: “One Less Reason”Voivod – Synchro Anarchy (2022)Sample Track: “Sleeves Off”Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/SchizoMusic)

Show #932 Short & Sweet 01. Malone Sibun - Makin' It (4:14) (Ashes To Dust, Redline Records, 2022) 02. The Twangtown Paramours - Anyone But You (2:58) (Double Down on a Bad Thing, Inside Edge Records, 2022) 03. Brandon Reeves - Room (3:19) (There's No Going Back, self-release, 2022) 04. The Sugar Roots - Sweet Lovin' Daddy (3:12) (Savage's Life, Lightning In A Bottle Records, 2021) 05. Angela Easley - One More Last Time (4:17) (Rise, Class A Records, 2022) 06. Kenny 'Blues Boss' Wayne - Let The Rock Roll (3:13) (Go, Just Do It!, Stony Plain Records, 2020) 07. BigLlou Johnson - Lightnin' Strike (3:13) (Bigman, Goldenvoice Audio, 2021) 08. Val Starr & The Blues Rocket - Don't Love 'Em (4:00) (Healing Kind Of Blues, Sandwich Factory Records, 2022) 09. Roy Roberts - Dirty Old Man (3:51) (Nothin' But The Blues, Rock House Records, 2020) 10. Bob Stroger & The Headcutters - I'm A Busy Man (4:31) (That's My Name, Delmark Records, 2022) 11. Sue Foley - Pinky's Blues (4:13) (Pinky's Blues, Stony Plain Records, 2021) 12. Katie Henry - Without A Fight (3:22) (On My Way, Ruf Records, 2022) 13. Tinsley Ellis - Slow Train To Hell (5:15) (Devil May Care, Alligator Records, 2022) 14. Peter Veteska & Blues Train - I Miss You So (5:16) (So Far So Good, Blue Heart Records, 2022) 15. Mandy Marylane – Drunkards Blues (2:58) (Blues Shack, Y&T Music, 2021) 16. Bernard Allison - Strain On My Heart (4:03) (Highs & Lows, Ruf Records, 2022) 17. Katvanger - Back To The Basics (4:55) (Single, Aldora Britain Records, 2022) 18. Toronzo Cannon - Root To The Fruit... She's Mine (Reprise) (2:58) (John The Conquer Root, Delmark Records, 2013) Bandana Blues is and will always be a labor of love. Please help Spinner deal with the costs of hosting & bandwidth. Visit www.bandanablues.com and hit the tipjar. Any amount is much appreciated, no matter how small. Thank you.

For about 40 years Tinsley Ellis has lived his life on the road, either driving to a gig, setting up, performing, tearing down, or driving to the next gig. Ellis made himself legendary as a touring machine, and an icon of the Atlanta blues scene. Then came COVID-19. In March 2020, halfway through a 60-gig jaunt promoting his album “Ice Cream in Hell,” everything fell apart, all the clubs canceled, and Ellis drove home from Northern California in one, long, painful, three-day burst. On this week's podcast, Bo Emerson talks to Ellis about the difficulties of being a touring musician in the pandemic era, returning to the road and his new album “Devil May Care.”

Mirko Gläser ist (Chef von) UNCLE-M. Mit dem Plattenlabel / der PR Agentur betreut er Bands und Künstler*innen wie Devil May Care, Shoreline, Nathan Gray, KMFSPRT, DuChamp und KAVFKA, von denen einige schon im Podcast zu Gast waren. Die Jubiläumsfolge von NATÜRLICHE AUSREDE ist ein Gespräch über Wunschgäste für den Podcast, Musikkarrieren in Zeiten der Plattformpolitik, was es heißt, eine Band wie Gogol Bordello zu betreuen und aktive Nachwuchsförderung im Punkrock. LINKS ZUR FOLGE: https://uncle-m.com https://twitter.com/uncle_m_music https://www.instagram.com/uncle_m_music/ https://www.facebook.com/uncle.m.music SPOTIFY PLAYLIST VON UNCLE-M: https://open.spotify.com/user/uncle_m_music GOGOL BORDELLO LIVE BEIM LOWLANDS 2018: https://youtu.be/RzmGZiRNwTA PODCAST - WEBSITE: http://skeleton-crew.de/na STEADY SUPPORT: https://steadyhq.com/de/napodcast 5G NEWSLETTER: https://napodcast.substack.com/welcome

It's Episode 100 and you know what that means! We open with a trip down memory lane, along with some new stories, to recap our first 100 episodes (00:00 - 22:39) We are then joined by Rachel Wilkinson from One Great City Brewing for a Flight and a Pint of Movie Villians! Contentious energies run rampant as a certain member of the podcast is viciously attacked and is currently considering legal action against the people he kindly welcomed into his home for their complete disregard for basic decency (22:42 - 1:24:53) Finally, Rachel returns and joins us for a further contentious Beer Review! We cover the Cosmic Wave (Tofino Brewing), the Psycho Thrill Seeker (Flying Monkeys), the Kettle Sour (Blindman Brewing), Nothing but the Hops V. 7 (Devil May Care), and the Project Mayhem (Sookrams)! (1:24:56 - 1:53:50)

Episode 1 takes a fresh look at daycare.Episode 2 offers a green solution to farming.

Does the Devil really care? Jess Milbourn and Gerine Williams of Devil May Care Ice Cream & Frozen Treats deliver the funniest podcast about ice cream. The pair, who is behind one of Sacramento's best ice cream shops, breaks down the most creative ice cream combinations they've attempted. But, that ice cream may melt after Jess and Gerine come in hot on Government assistance. Listen now. 

For exclusive member-only content become a CwC subscriber via https://colemanhughes.org/This episode is supported by our friends at Ground News. Ground News is an app that empowers readers to compare how news sources from across the political spectrum are covering the same story so you can easily access the underlying coverage bias of every story. Download the Ground News app via http://check.ground.news/cwc to join the fight against media bias.Coleman's latest episode features Megyn Kelly. Megyn is a journalist and an attorney who anchored for Fox News between 2004 and 2017, and then for NBC News between 2017 and 2018. Megyn's NBC show was canceled in 2018 after she questioned whether blackface was always racist by definition, or whether there are cases where it's okay.During the episode, they talk about her new podcast, the Megyn Kelly show, and what she has been doing with her time out of the public spotlight. They talk about the Bombshell film, the challenge of being vulnerable when you're in the spotlight, and Megyn's relationship to feminism. They also talk about the first Biden/Trump debate, Black Lives Matter, the riots, and the politics of race.

There is real value in cultivating a devil-may-care attitude-- of knowing that even when you face a setback or a bad break, you'll survive it. Key topics:✔️ My "old school hippie" friends and how they approach life.✔️ Having personal time to detach from your business is so important. You don't have to work 24/7/365 to be successful. ✔️ It really is true that when one door closes, another one will open.✔️ You don't have to know "how." Worrying about how something will work out or how the next client is going to show up or the next business deal will emerge for you will suck valuable time and energy out of your life.Need more? Email me: https://causeyconsultingllc.com/contact-causey/

In this episode we again get grossed out by Malcolm's constant eating, we touch on his time in hell and debate what Hogwarts house Dan belongs to, after his heroic escape. Linda tells us about what being good truly means and Chloe is here to yet again prove to us how good of a cop she is. In the end we again repeatedly request your feedback for our Summoning episode (yes, it is a thing now, it has been named, get over it, with love), so send all you opinions to lucifer@taot-podcast.com . And as per usual, here are all the links Vero could think of: Luci singing Devil May Care https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM0B8reiU9I Jamie Cullum singing Everlasting Love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3tROimHbuo Jamie Cullum on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3XxxEq6BREC57nCWXbQZ7o And for our social media and Spotify playlist click here: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/taotpodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/theappleoftruth and Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/taotpodcast Listen to the playlist on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5VI3suSs77JIoV6b8BmBvx?si=83z3fg-ZRGq3bMcJF31kbQ

Episode Seven is rather devilish and features these things: Mike Colletta of the blog Black Meddler stopped by to chat about the genre of music known as Black Metal. The band Blanket Empire sent us the song Midnight Crisis Alessandra Ragusin read her essay The Devil You Know. Mike Colletta’s essay featured the bands Mayhem, Satanic … Continue reading "Episode Seven: Devil May Care"