Podcast appearances and mentions of Elton John

** OHH: Episode 167: New Music ** We're back with this episode dedicated to all the NEW MUSIC of 2025. Tune in as we track what was in our ears the last year. New Music *Top Artists and Hits of 2025 * K-Pop Demon Hunters, Shaboozy, Elton John, Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Kehlani Folded Single, Beyonce Album, Bad Bunny, Drake, Kedrick Lamar & Sza tour, Summer Walker Album, Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, Lil Wayne, Pink Floyd, Mariah Carey, Biggest Tour: Chris Brown and Beyonce _ **Year started off with _** * Sexxy Redd / Bruno Mars - Fay Juicy, Wet - SINGLE * Leon Thomas - MUTT single POP * Sabrina Carpenter - Expresso * DRAKE - $ome $exy $ongs 4 U * Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars - Die with a Smile - SINGLE ** R&B** * Lady Wray - Cover Girl / BEST for US single * Thundercat - Upside Down (Candy Crush) - * Leon Thomas - PHOLKS / Just How You Are - SINGLE * Jane Handcock - It's Me, Not You / Stare at Me - SINGLE * Jenevieve - CRYSALIS * Kehlani - Folded * Cardi B - AM I THE DRAMA * Summer Walker - Finally Over It, The Afterparty * Heart of a Woman - SINGLE * Go Girl * SAULT - 10 * TEYANA Taylor - Escape Room * 803FRESH - Boots on the Ground * Mariah Carey - Here for it All * SZA & MoRuf - PT Cruiser - SINGLE * Chris Brown - RAP * GloRilla & Sexxy Redd - Whatchi Kno about me Gospel Say the Name - Deitrick Haddon

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

Vous avez peut-être vu la vidéo hilarante que Elton John a publiée ces jours-ci dans laquelle il n'arrive plus à ouvrir une porte chez lui, que ce soit celle de son living, frigo et même le four dans sa cuisine, sans entendre une chanson de Noël en sortir. Elle lui a d'ailleurs valu une remarque sur la propreté de la porte intérieure de son four, alors que l'artiste est réputé pour ne pas supporter la moindre saleté ni le désordre.Mais bref, cela n'a rien d'étonnant car le mois de décembre en Grande Bretagne est un mois chargé comme on n'en voit nulle part ailleurs dans le monde. Ce n'est pas pour rien que c'est là qu'est née la fête telle que nous la pratiquons aujourd'hui, le Christmas Carol de Charles Dickens en est d'ailleurs la preuve.Mais bon, il aime ça aussi, Elton John, tout comme son ami Freddie Mercury. Aah, la Noël, c'était sacré. Ces deux gars qui avaient connu une enfance compliquée à tous les niveaux, avaient du retard à rattraper quand ils sont devenus des stars riches comme Crésus. Ca y allait les cadeaux chez Cartier, Fortnum & Mason ou Tiffany, à Londres et à New York, le samedi avant la Noël. Un ami de Freddie Mercury se souvient qu'une année chez Harrods, Freddie s'était vu refuser sa carte American Express, pour cause de solde dépassé, tellement il y était allé fort en bouteilles de parfum pour ses invités. Freddie était comme ça. Sûrement le plus calme de la bande en privé, quand il était chez lui, à Manhattan, Kensington ou Montreux. Il était loin d'être le plus extravagant avec ses proches, c'était plutôt les autres qui se déchaînaient, trop heureux d'être avec LUI, la rockstar. Freddie, lui, cherchait juste le réconfort d'un noyau de gens qui l'accepte pour ce qu'il est, pas ce qu'il chante. Voilà sans doute le pourquoi de l'avalanche de cadeaux. Pareil pour Elton John. D'ailleurs, vous vous souvenez dans le film Love Actually, quand il invite Bill Nighy alias le punk Billy Mack devenu N°1 du Top40. L'auteur n'a rien inventé, Elton John est connu pour ses fêtes de Noël à la hauteur de la ferveur populaire qui saisit les Britanniques. C'est vrai qu'on y fête plus le sapin, la dinde et la cuvée spéciale que le petit Jésus dans la crèche.On raconte qu'il y invitait souvent son voisin le prince Philippe et la reine, ses voisins à Windsor, et qu'ils déclinaient poliment. Par contre qu'il y ait compté dans les années 90, un certain Robbie Williams et les Spice Girls pour l'écouter jouer au piano jusqu'à huit heures du matin, ça c'est lui qui l'a raconté. Tout cela avait lieu, évidemment, dans sa maison de campagne, loin des voisins qu'on aurait pu déranger. Imaginez Geri Halliwell en robe de mère Noël ultra courte, en train de hurler dans la cour Merry Christmas avec Robbie Williams. Freddie était, sur ce coup-là, plus discret, je vous l'ai dit, comme en atteste l'unique disque de Noël publié par Queen en 1984, et dont la carrière a été, cette année-là, éclipsée par l'immense single du Band Aid.

It's almost time to say goodbye and good riddance to 2025. Who knows what delights and horrors await us in 2026, but before we get there, we have a Music of the Mat annual tradition: the year-end episode! Andrew and returning guest Maura Johnston (Boston Globe, Rolling Stone) play some of their favorite music that came out during the year. Artists played include Elton John & Brandi Carlile, CMAT, Bartees Strange, Jane Inc., Pulp, Kehlani, Ghost, The Last Dinner Party, Sam Fender, and many more. Thank you to everyone for listening to and supporting the show in 2025!Theme song: "Hemispheres" by Silent PartnerBluesky: @MusicoftheMat / @justandrew / @mauraMaura's website: maura.comAll VOW podcasts, articles, previews, and reviews: VoicesofWrestling.comJoin the VOW Discord to discuss Music of the Mat and other shows/topics: VoicesofWrestling.com/DiscordDonate to Music of the Mat and other VOW podcasts: VoicesofWrestling.com/DonateAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Let's AgeGayfully® together, with intention, humor, and each other. Aging Gayfully hits the jukebox! Josh and Chris time-travel through the soundtrack of their lives—from 60s Motown and The Big Chill memories, to 70s Elton John and eight-tracks, to MTV-fueled 80s anthems like “Take On Me,” and finally a 90s detour to the Three Tenors that sparked a love of classical music. Along the way: why everyone needs “their pub,” the $20 bartender tip rule, TV shows that made us music fans, and how orchestral soundtracks and symphonies still soothe the brain as we age. It's nostalgia, community, and the science-backed wellness of music—served with bartender-level hospitality. Keywords: LGBTQ+ aging, music and memory, Motown, Elton John, MTV, 80s pop, classical music, wellbeing, community, travel & leisure. A gay senior, Christopher MacLellan, and an ally, Josh Wilson, podcasting about life, love, liberty and travel. Don't Say Gay?… Say AgingGayfully®! AgingGayfully® is about living life with dignity in an age-friendly society regardless of orientation or economic status because longevity is a justice issue. AgingGayfully® is about finding your voice as we age. We are all part of the aging process and have real connections in diversity. AgingGayfully® is a modern type of activism that supports the concept of belonging. AgingGayfully® is about Adventure, Leisure, Travel, being a citizen of the world, traveling to destinations, and being part of the global community as we age and prosper in body, mind, and spirit.

2025 CPMHOF Lifetime Achievement Award Winner:Richard (Dick) E. Phelan was born and raised in the Allison Hill area of Harrisburg. Dick had an initial love of sports and music. He graduated from John Harris HS in 1963. While in high school, he began his music career with a group of other classmates forming “The Organization” (which included future founder of The Magnificent Men, Bob Angelucci).While on the road in 1964, he found a property on N Front St. in Harrisburg that was for lease and he had a vision that would soon become “The Barn.” He soon outgrew that location and decided to go big with the acquisition of a parcel of farm property in suburban Harrisburg, on which, he opened The Raven on Thanksgiving weekend in 1965. Opening night the house band was “The Magnificent Seven” (soon to become The Magnificent Men).By 1968, Dick was looking for bigger venues to promote his musical connections. He sold The Raven (it became The Rover) and embarked on a career of promotion national acts all over the east coast. He was a road manager and promoter for such acts as Grand Funk Railroad, Uriah Heep, an early version of Chicago, Aerosmith, Earth, Wind, & Fire, and more! He had the first US booking for a new British artist, Elton John. He also controlled a northeast corridor of minor league hockey rinks, which became perfect venues for concerts.Later in life, Dick's entrepreneurial spirit led him to establish a string of successful restaurants, numbering as many as 19. This included the famous Gingerbread Man franchise and another special music venue, Rod's Roadhouse.Enjoy!You can find out more about the CPMHOF @ https://cpmhof.com/Brought to you by Darker with Daniel @ Studio 3.http://darkerwithdaniel.com/All media requests: thecpmpodcast@gmail.comWant to be on an episode of the CPMP? For all considerations please fill out a form @ https://cpmhof.com/guest-considerationJoin us back here or on your favorite audio streaming platform every other week for more content.

pWotD Episode 3156: Chris Rea Welcome to popular Wiki of the Day, spotlighting Wikipedia's most visited pages, giving you a peek into what the world is curious about today.With 678,268 views on Monday, 22 December 2025 our article of the day is Chris Rea.Christopher Anton Rea ( REE-ə; 4 March 1951 – 22 December 2025) was an English rock and blues singer-songwriter and guitarist. Known for his distinctive voice and his slide guitar playing, Rea recorded 25 studio albums, two of which topped the UK Albums Chart: The Road to Hell in 1989 and its successor, Auberge, in 1991. He had already become "a major European star by the time he finally cracked the UK Top 10 with the single "The Road to Hell (Part 2)". His many hit songs included "I Can Hear Your Heartbeat", "Stainsby Girls", "Josephine", "On the Beach", "Let's Dance", "Driving Home for Christmas", "Working on It", "Tell Me There's a Heaven", "Auberge", and "Julia". He also recorded a duet with Elton John, "If You Were Me". He was nominated for the Brit Award for British Male Solo Artist in 1988, 1989 and 1990. Over the course of his long career, Rea's work had at times been informed by his struggles with serious health issues, which in the early 2000s influenced his change from rock to blues music style, releasing studio albums on his independent record label Jazzee Blue, such as Dancing Down the Stony Road (2002) and 11-CD Blue Guitars (2005).Rea never toured the United States, where he was best known for the 1978 single "Fool (If You Think It's Over)", which reached No. 12 on the Billboard Hot 100 and spent three weeks at No. 1 on the Adult Contemporary chart, earning him a Grammy nomination as Best New Artist in 1978. A decade later, "Working On It" topped the Mainstream Rock chart. He sold more than 40 million records worldwide.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 02:39 UTC on Tuesday, 23 December 2025.For the full current version of the article, see Chris Rea on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Bluesky at @wikioftheday.com.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm generative Joanna.

Plongez dans un voyage musical des années 60 à 80 avec Ombline Roche dans les studios d'Europe 1. De Charles Aznavour et son hymne à la persévérance « Je me voyais déjà », à Juliette Gréco et son scandale « Déshabillez-moi », en passant par le succès planétaire des Jackson 5 avec « ABC ». Découvrez aussi Martin Circus et leur titre culte « Je m'éclate au Sénégal », avant de terminer avec la rencontre artistique d'Alain Souchon et Laurent Voulzy autour de « J'ai 10 ans ». Un épisode riche en anecdotes et archives inédites !À retenir :Aznavour, Gréco, Jackson 5 : des titres emblématiques et leurs histoires.Anecdotes inédites sur Martin Circus et la censure de l'époque.La naissance du duo Souchon-Voulzy et ses collaborations mythiques.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Tous les jours, entre 14h et 15h, Ombline Roche vous fait revivre la musique des années 1950 à la fin des années 1980 !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

In the final episode of their four-part December series, Chris DeMakes and Chris Fafalios wrap things up with Elton John's festive classic “Step Into Christmas.” They talk about the song's spontaneous feel, the lighthearted lyrics, and the unmistakable style shaped by Elton's longtime collaborators Gus Dudgeon and Bernie Taupin. The conversation touches on the Phil Spector-inspired wall of sound production, the standout bass line, and that gloriously chaotic outro that perfectly captures the energy of early '70s rock. From its iconic music video to its unexpected return to the charts decades later, this episode celebrates how “Step Into Christmas” became one of the all-time holiday favorites. Chris DeMakes A Podcast is brought to you by DistroKid, the ultimate partner for taking your music to the next level. Get 30% off your first YEAR with DistroKid by signing up at ⁠http://distrokid.com/vip/demakes For bonus episode of The After Party podcast, an extensive back catalog of past After Party episodes, early ad-free releases of new episodes of Chris DeMakes A Podcast, full video versions of episodes, and MUCH more, head to the Patreon at ⁠http://www.ChrisDeMakes.com Follow Chris DeMakes A Podcast on Instagram: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/chrisdemakesapodcast/⁠ Join the Chris DeMakes A Podcast community on Facebook: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/2643961642526928/⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Musical Journey Through the Final Week of December: This Week in Music History As the calendar year draws to a close, the week of December 22nd through December 28th stands as a powerful reminder that music history never sleeps—not even during the holidays. In this captivating episode of “This Week in Music History,” hosts Buzz Knight and Harry Jacobs take listeners on an extraordinary journey through decades of musical milestones, tragic losses, and triumphant achievements that have shaped the soundtrack of our lives. The conversation opens with a poignant reflection on the end of another year of exploring music’s rich tapestry. Buzz muses on how, despite covering similar calendar dates year after year, they continue to uncover new stories and perspectives. “When you think about it, you would think, well, if you do it year after year, you’re going to be talking about the same things,” Buzz observes. “And the truth is, we continue to uncover new and different things.” This sentiment perfectly captures the infinite depth of music history and the endless stories waiting to be told. The Clash’s Revolutionary Voice Falls Silent December 22nd marks the anniversary of one of punk rock’s most devastating losses—the death of Joe Strummer in 2002. Born John Meller, the Clash frontman passed away from pneumonia at a time when his influence on music and culture was still reverberating through generations of artists. The Clash represented more than just a band; they were a political and social force that challenged conventions and inspired countless musicians to use their platform for more than entertainment. Strummer’s legacy as a voice for the disenfranchised and his commitment to authentic, passionate rock and roll continues to inspire artists today. A Candle in the Wind That Lost Its Luster The hosts touch on Elton John’s iconic “Candle in the Wind,” originally written about Marilyn Monroe in 1967. While the song initially resonated as a beautiful tribute, its later reworking for Princess Diana’s funeral created what Buzz describes as “overkill.” The constant repetition following Diana’s tragic death in 1997 caused the song to lose some of its original emotional impact for many listeners. This phenomenon speaks to how even the most beautiful pieces of music can become dulled through overexposure, demonstrating the delicate balance between honoring memory and respecting the power of restraint. Cheap Trick’s Complex Family Dynamics A fascinating deep dive into the internal dynamics of Cheap Trick reveals the complicated nature of band relationships and business structures. Rick Nielsen, the legendary guitar player known for his collection of hundreds of guitars—including his famous five-neck Hamer guitar—represents the performative and creative heart of Cheap Trick. The band’s 2016 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction marked a peak moment, but beneath the surface lay complex tensions. The departure of bassist Bunny Carlos and the subsequent addition of Rick Nielsen’s son, Dax, initially appeared to follow the pattern of other famous rock family transitions, like Michael Anthony’s replacement by Wolfgang Van Halen in Van Halen. However, the reality proved far more nuanced. Buzz’s research uncovered ongoing strife within the band, though Carlos remains part of the Cheap Trick corporation—a business structure similar to Journey’s arrangement with Steve Perry. This setup ensures that founding members maintain ownership stakes even when they’re no longer actively touring, though it can also create lasting tension and legal complications. The hosts explore the darker side of band politics, touching on stories of sabotage and ego clashes. There are tales of Journey band members allegedly pulling on Steve Perry’s microphone cord during performances to make him trip—petty acts of revenge that reveal the intense pressures and personalities at play in successful rock bands. Yet they also note that time can heal wounds, pointing to Perry and Neal Schon’s apparently warm relationship at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction, despite whatever conflicts may have existed in their past. The Therapeutic Approach: A New Model for Band Longevity In a refreshing counterpoint to tales of band dysfunction, Buzz shares insights from his conversation with The Head and the Heart on his “Music Saved Me” podcast. This indie pop alternative band has taken an innovative approach to managing interpersonal relationships: group therapy. Band members openly discuss how they’ve used professional counseling to navigate the challenges of creative collaboration, life on the road, and the inevitable conflicts that arise when passionate artists work together for years. This revelation prompts fascinating speculation about how many legendary bands might have avoided breakups, lawsuits, and lasting bitterness if they’d embraced therapy earlier. The deeply personal nature of musical creation—leaving your heart exposed in every performance, every recording—makes these relationships particularly vulnerable to conflict. As Harry notes, “even if it’s a drummer or a bass player, it’s still your piece of that performance of that song you left your heart out there.” The music exists forever as a testament to that vulnerability, creating permanent emotional stakes that can intensify disagreements and hurt feelings. Joe Cocker: A Voice That Couldn’t Be Contained The passing of Joe Cocker at age 70 in 2014 brings reflection on an artist whose expressive, explosive performances made him unforgettable. While 70 might not seem particularly old from our current vantage point—as Buzz and Harry, approaching 60 and 70 respectively, can attest—Cocker’s hard-living lifestyle took its toll. His performances were legendary, inspiring John Belushi’s spot-on “Saturday Night Live” impersonation that Cocker himself found hilarious. Cocker’s career highlights include his cover of The Beatles’ “With a Little Help from My Friends,” which became the theme for the television series “The Wonder Years,” and “Up Where We Belong,” his duet with Jennifer Warnes from the film “An Officer and a Gentleman.” The latter song became inextricably linked with that powerful film starring Richard Gere and Lou Gossett Jr., whose portrayal of a drill instructor was genuinely frightening and contributed to one of cinema’s most memorable moments—Gere’s character’s desperate declaration: “I got nowhere else to go.” Eddie Vedder: The Humble Superstar December 23rd celebrates the birthday of Eddie Vedder, born in 1964, whose appreciation for musical history and those who came before him sets him apart in an industry often dominated by ego. The hosts draw parallels to Dave Grohl, noting how both artists exhibit genuine humility and respect for their influences. Vedder’s collaborations with Neil Young, particularly their version of “Rockin’ in the Free World,” helped establish his credibility beyond Pearl Jam circles, while his passionate renditions of The Who’s classics—especially “Love, Reign o’er Me”—have become legendary in their own right. Vedder’s versatility shines through in his cover work, from The Waiting by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers to The English Beat’s “Save It for Later,” featured in the television series “The Bear.” His interpretation of Tom Petty’s “Room at the Top” particularly resonates, described as “so beautiful” in its delicate handling of Petty’s original composition. The discussion of “The Bear” opens a tangent about the show’s exceptional soundtrack curation, featuring all Tom Petty covers including a barn-burning version of “Runnin’ Down the Dream” by Larkin Poe. Despite Pearl Jam’s reputation for deep cuts and extensive catalogs—which might intimidate casual fans—the hosts acknowledge being captivated whenever they hear Vedder sing anything. His voice and interpretive skills transcend the barrier of familiarity, making even unknown material compelling. The Unsung Guitar Legends of Country Music The conversation shifts to Glen Campbell, whose passing on December 24th prompts reflection on his extraordinary but often underappreciated guitar skills. Campbell represents a generation of country musicians whose technical prowess gets overshadowed by genre stereotypes. Like Roy Clark, Campbell could do virtually anything on guitar, yet many people don’t associate country music with virtuoso instrumentalists. Campbell’s session work tells the story of his versatility—he played on albums by The Monkees, The Beach Boys, Frank Sinatra, and soundtracks for Elvis films and Phil Spector productions. This breadth demonstrates how the Nashville studio system produced some of the most skilled musicians in any genre, even if they didn’t always receive recognition outside country music circles. The discussion of Campbell also touches on Brian Wilson’s 1964 breakdown, a tragic moment that had long-lasting consequences for the Beach Boys and Wilson himself. The psychological damage inflicted by Wilson’s abusive father Murry Wilson—compared to Joe Jackson’s treatment of his children—demonstrates how family trauma can derail even the most talented artists. Brian’s struggles with touring and performing were just the beginning of severe mental health challenges that would plague him throughout his career. The Police: Reunion Done Right In 2007, The Police earned recognition as the year’s highest-grossing tour, thirty years after the band’s inception and 24-25 years after their previous collaboration. The reunion tour, which Buzz witnessed in Las Vegas, comprised over 150 shows worldwide and generated nearly $400 million—not a bad payday for a comeback. This success demonstrated the enduring appeal of Sting, Andy Summers, and Stewart Copeland’s unique blend of rock, reggae, and new wave, proving that some artistic chemistry remains potent even after decades apart.Support the show: https://takinawalk.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's PART ONE of our CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!! The gals are feeling festive - and they have a real fight! Just like Xmas!!! On the agenda is Elton John's baby, Big S and her Witchy Naked Wood dancing, Hannah's hair colour drama and BIG S GOT LYNNED.  Tarot gives us some (santa) carrots? Stunning. Tits out and good vibes only.  Story 1  Big S has a story set in deepest darkest Wales... Choo Choo!!!! Story 2  Hannah tells a tale about some very strange whistling at snowed-in Christmas...  Story 3 Big S has a shorty - Santa's trying to wrap me up! Creep of the Week this week is from Jen read by Hannah! THANKS HUN! Out on the stables... is this ACTUAL PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE OF A GHOST? Chilling.  Finally we end with POSSESSION - Brenda. Helicopter. 1993. Brenda...Blood? Hello? This has gotten very strange.  ENJOY HUNS AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!! More chaos next week for Gooch Week!  xoxoxo  JOIN OUR PATREON! EXTRA bonus episodes AND a monthly ghost hunt for just £4.50!  Or £6 for AD-FREE EPS and weekly AGONY HUNS! We'll solve your problems huns!  Sign up here: www.patreon.com/GhostHuns Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It is hard to believe that 2025 is concluding on December 31. This year has come and gone so fast!Professional Milestones:   It has been an incredible year for Jake's Take with Jacob Elyachar, as we received our first award – a Silver Stevie for “Best Interview / Talk Show” in the inaugural podcasting division. Million Podcasts placed the Jake's Take with Jacob Elyachar Podcast at number 72 on their Best 100 Celebrity Interview Podcasts in the US. I am honored to be included on this list, joining On Air with Ryan Seacrest (number four), The Drew Barrymore Show (number five), Entertainment Tonight (number 20), Zach Sang Song (number 21), and Vanity Fair's Little Gold Men (number 49). Finally, I am delighted to announce that I was named a Small Biz Superstar by the Greater Kansas City Chamber of Commerce.   State of the Podcast: It's time for the annual state of The Jake's Take with Jacob Elyachar Podcast! Season Six has ended, and what a year! Our downloads surpassed 2024 and crossed the 15,000- and 16,000-lifetime download milestones. In 2025, the podcast reached its highest listenership to date, with listeners in 76 countries! I want to thank the listeners in the United States, the Philippines, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, India, Germany, France, Brazil, and the Netherlands, who listened to the podcast the most.   Our most downloaded episodes of 2025 were my conversations with Taskmaster UK's Greg Davies and Alex Horne; my two-part interview with The Challenge 41 champion Yeremi Hykel; Emmy-winning actor Mike Manning; the 375th episode, starring Challenge Mania co-host Scott Yager; and the Reality TV Godfather, Mark Long. Emmy-winning actor and advocate Yuval David, Canada's Got Talent winner, Jacob Lewis (whose interview is my seventh most viewed YouTube video), actor and Rookie Revolution host Oscar Chark, Tony Mantor, award-winning journalist Jane Eisner, and Men Explained, Finally author Tom Sturges round out the Top 10.  Music Notes:   This year saw a lot of impeccable music! My Top 40 songs playlist features duets from Barbra Streisand and Bob Dylan's “My Funny Valentine” and Calum Scott and the late Whitney Houston's “I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me),” originals including Morgan Wallen's “I'm the Problem,” Yuval Raphael's “A New Day will Rise” and Zac Brown Band's “The Sum.” There were also exceptional covers such as Adam Lambert's “Heaven's on Their Minds” and Cynthia Erivo's show-stopping “No Good Deed.”  In addition to Ms. Streisand, Mr. Scott, Mr. Wallen, and the Zac Brown Band, 2025 produced impeccable albums from Ciara, Elton John and Brandi Carlile, Lady Gaga, Michael Lazar, Tim Johnson, Jr., Toby Gad, and The Weeknd.  Previewing The 15th Anniversary:   2026 marks the 15th anniversary of Jake's Take with Jacob Elyachar brand. I never thought when I started jakes-take.com in August 2011, I would still be creating content. 13 episodes of the podcast's seventh season have been recorded! Reality TV legends Jon Brennan and Beth Stolarczyk will be the guests on the milestone 400th episode. Other returning guests include Demi the Daredevil's Jeff, three-time Tony-winning producer Evan McGill, Kim Yarbrough (her first appearance on my platform in 14 years), Mike Lewis, and Rookie Revolution host Oscar Chark (in a joint appearance), Paulie Calafiore, and Tony Berardo.  Reality TV icon and three-time Challenge champion Wes Bergmann and his wife, Amanda, freelance rockstar Julie Cortes, actor Jake Jensen, award-winning TV producer Woody Woodbeck, and singers Kendra Erika and Tristan are making their first visits.   In Memoriam: Jake's Take with Jacob Elyachar pays homage to several impeccable people who passed away in 2025. Chef Anne Burrell, Anthony Geary, Brian Wilson, Diane Keaton, George Wendt, James Carter Cathcart, Jim Shooter, Leslie Charleson, Malcolm Jamal Warner, Michelle Trachtenberg, Ozzy Osbourne, Peter Yarrow, Rod Reiner, Ruth Buzzi, Sam Moore, Sly Stone, and Val Kilmer all left remarkable imprints on pop culture, and they will be missed.   I also want to acknowledge the tragic deaths and passings of my fellow Kansas Citian, Sarah Milgrim, and her boyfriend, Yaron Lischinsky, who were fatally shot in Washington, D.C. at the Capital Jewish Museum. I am also still reeling from the shooting at a Hanukkah event at Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia, where 15 people were massacred, and 40 people were injured.   Season's Greetings:Thank you, everyone, for all your support this year! I want to thank all my guests who took time out of their schedules to visit the podcast, as well as the media teams who trusted my platform to help their clients see and share their stories. I also want to give a special shoutout to my family: mom Gloria, dad Matthew, brother Aaron, sister-in-law Whitney, nephew Nash, and nieces Emory and Kennedy. I love you all to pieces!  Finally, thank you to the readers and listeners who followed me on this journey! I hope 2026 will be a phenomenal year for all of us!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/jake-s-take-with-jacob-elyachar--4112003/support.

A mix of Top 40 hits from December 1985! Artists include Simple Minds, Mr. Mister, Paul McCartney, Arcadia, Aretha Franklin, Kool and The Gang, Elton John, Dire Straits and more! (R)

Conoce los décimos premiados de la Lotería de Navidad 2025. Lali visita LOS40 Global Show con Tony Aguilar. El Último de la Fila pone a la venta nuevas entradas para su gira de reunión de 2026. Rod Stewart, Elton John y Freddie Mercury: Tres grandes egos impidieron el supergrupo Nose, Teeth & Hair.

**Music Mick's Mick's Vibez Show Replay On Trax FM & Rendell Radio. This Week Mick & The Mick's Vibez Show Gave Us 70's & 80's Grooves/Dance Classics From Soulpersona Ft Princess Freesia, The Whispers, Cleveland Eaton, Kelly Clarkson, Edwin Starr, Darlene Love, Bombers, Fat Larry's Band, Chris Norman, Roland Gift, Flakes, Slick, Elton John, Beverley Knight, Fatback, Al Hudson & The Prtners, Aretha Franklin, Sister Sledge, Sky & More. #originalpirates #soulmusic #boogiefunk #disco #danceclassics #boogie Catch The Music Mick's Mixvibez Show Every Saturday From 4PM UK Time On Trax FM & Rendell Radio Listen Live Here Via The Trax FM Player: chat.traxfm.org/player/index.html Mixcloud LIVE :mixcloud.com/live/traxfm Free Trax FM Android App: play.google.com/store/apps/det...mradio.ba.a6bcb The Trax FM Facebook Page : https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092342916738 Trax FM Live On Hear This: hearthis.at/k8bdngt4/live Tunerr: tunerr.co/radio/Trax-FM Radio Garden: Trax FM Link: http://radio.garden/listen/trax-fm/IEnsCj55 OnLine Radio Box: onlineradiobox.com/uk/trax/?cs...cs=uk.traxRadio Radio Deck: radiodeck.com/radio/5a09e2de87...7e3370db06d44dc Radio.Net: traxfmlondon.radio.net Stream Radio : streema.com/radios/Trax_FM..The_Originals Live Online Radio: liveonlineradio.net/english/tr...ax-fm-103-3.htm**

I forbindelse med dokumentaren på DR om Live Aid, kan du den kommende uge høre historien om tilblivelsen af sangen der startede det hele “Do They Know It’s Christmas. Historien blander jeg med mine favorit julenumre med engelske grupper eller solister. Du kommer i selskab med John Lennon, Slade, Elton John, Wizzard, Mud, David Bowie og selvfølgelig Do They Kone It’s Christmas

Neil Stubenhaus is a legendary bass player who has performed with just about everyone. His credits list is like the NYC phone book. It's 12 pages long with too many names to recite including Blood Sweat and Tears, Quincy Jones, Elton John, Rod Stewart, Whitney Houston, Roberta Flack and a zillion others. He's been Barbra Streisand's bassist forever. He's also a fixture in the session world where he's performed on more than 600 albums (of which over 70 have been Grammy nominated), over 20 Grammy winning songs, and more than 60 Gold and Platinum records. He's also recorded over 150 movie soundtracks as well as countless jingles and commercials.My featured song is “Sunday Slide”, my recent single. Spotify link.—-----------------------------------------------------------The Follow Your Dream Podcast:Top 1% of all podcasts with Listeners in 200 countries!Click here for All Episodes Click here for Guest List Click here for Guest Groupings Click here for Guest TestimonialsClick here to Subscribe Click here to receive our Email UpdatesClick here to Rate and Review the podcast—----------------------------------------CONNECT WITH NEIL:www.nstubenhausbass@facebook.com—----------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST SINGLE:“MA PETITE FLEUR STRING QUARTET” is Robert's latest release. It transforms his jazz ballad into a lush classical string quartet piece. Praised by a host of classical music stars.CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—---------------------------------------ROBERT'S RECENT SINGLE“MI CACHIMBER” is Robert's recent single. It's Robert's tribute to his father who played the trumpet and loved Latin music.. Featuring world class guest artists Benny Benack III and Dave Smith on flugelhornCLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—--------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST ALBUM:“WHAT'S UP!” is Robert's latest compilation album. Featuring 10 of his recent singles including all the ones listed below. Instrumentals and vocals. Jazz, Rock, Pop and Fusion. “My best work so far. (Robert)”CLICK HERE FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEOCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—----------------------------------------Audio production:Jimmy RavenscroftKymera Films Connect with the Follow Your Dream Podcast:Website - www.followyourdreampodcast.comEmail Robert - robert@followyourdreampodcast.com Follow Robert's band, Project Grand Slam, and his music:Website - www.projectgrandslam.comYouTubeSpotify MusicApple MusicEmail - pgs@projectgrandslam.com  

Anna and Jeffrey host an Add to Playlist Yuletide special. They are joined by jazz musician and songwriter Joe Stilgoe and baroque recorder player Heidi Fardell to pick apart five cracking festive tracks, from Sleigh Ride to the Carol of the Bells.Producer: Jerome Weatherald Presented with musical direction by Jeffrey Boakye and Anna PhoebeThe five tracks in this week's playlist:Sleigh Ride by Ella Fitzgerald Sinfonia from The Christmas Oratorio by J S Bach Carol of the Bells by The Sixteen, written by Mykola Leontovych and Peter Wilhousky Step into Christmas by Elton John and Bernie Taupin Feliz Navidad by José FelicianoOther music in this episode:Hark! The Herald Angels Sing by The Torero Band Sleigh Ride by the Boston Pops Orchestra Sleigh Ride by The Andrews Sisters Sleigh Ride by The Ronettes Christmas Oratorio Pt 1 by J S Bach Shchedryk by Mykola Leontovych Ho! Ho! Ho! (Who'd Be a Turkey at Christmas) by Elton John and Bernie Taupin Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer by Elton John Maoz Tzur by The Maccabeats Yalda by Hossein Tavakoli

Host Tom Alvarez sits down with veteran performer Craig Meyer, best known for his acclaimed Elton John tribute show, in a lively podcast that begins with Meyer calling in from a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic. Meyer shares his journey from Southern California to Carmel, Indiana, where his passion for theater and music took shape, leading to a career spanning Broadway, TV, film, and international touring. Now based in Atlanta, he explains how his Elton John tribute evolved into an 18-year global success focused on theatrical storytelling rather than impersonation. The conversation also previews his upcoming New Year's Eve return to Feinstein's at Hotel Carmichael, reflects on lessons learned touring with Barry Manilow and Frankie Valli, and explores his latest project, the AskMoDo App, created to help musicians evaluate gig opportunities.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week on RITY... For The Featured Five Theme, I'm playing songs that mention Christmas, but are not Christmas songs... A Stones song that's based in the American South, but inspired by the Caipira people of Brazil... Burton Cummings of The Guess Who shares the backstory behind "These Eyes"... A song by The Goo Goo Dolls that Johnny Rzeznik wrote about MTV VJ Kennedy... A rare tribute to Peanut Butter done by The J. Geils Band in the mid 70s... Levon Helm's response to an Elton John song that's named after him... A Top 40 hit inspired by a series of teen suicides in Pennsylvania during the early 80s... Deep cuts from John Prine, King Curtis, Willie Murphy & Jon Koerner, Hard Working Americans, and much more! For more info on the show, visit reelinwithryan.com

Send us a textThe NNMC Christmas Episode!Stay tuned at the end of this episode for Tim's 'Sleepytime' version of the Wham! class Last Christmas!Here in Episode 252 of the No Name Music Cast, it is Tim's turn to pick the topic and he chooses to talk about the 1985 compilation album 'The Christmas Album'.We cover songs from Band Aid, Elton John and Paul McCartney as well as other songs from this seasonal favourites.We also cover Elvis, The Snowman and the 007 Store!Support the showEmail the show: nonamemusiccast@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nonamemusiccastpodcast/ https://nonamemusiccast.com/

286 MixFix is a smooth blend of retro?inspired house, iconic classics, and modern dance reworks — featuring Madonna, Kylie Minogue, Elton John, and more. The post 286 MIDDAY MIX FIX appeared first on Ed Unger Music.

The wheels for a Last Christmas three-peat are in locomotion, and we're prepared to go to war with Kylie over it!A hop into Howick hurls Paulo into a hole of hard-hitting anti-apartheid hits — but will it make him heed the hedonistic call of Sun City?Hell, yes!Dori loves Paul Rudd's  beard and dedicates a soundtrack to it, while Paulo finds out what Sean Connery was up to between James Bond and The Untouchables.Jump To:Christmas Music Charts and Wham vs. Kylie (00:02:32):https://www.officialcharts.com/chart-news/kylie-minogue-leads-official-christmas-number-1-single-xmas-together-for-palestine/Sun City: Artists Against Apartheid (00:12:04)Artists United Against Apartheid - Sun City: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aopKk56jM-ILet me see you I.D.: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0kngYVS7MIChristmas in Cape Town: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVyhQ4qnWeYIt's Wrong (Apartheid): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbG3zIs4Q4EThe Shrink Next Door (00:25:00): https://www.tunefind.com/show/the-shrink-next-door/season-1Sean Connery's Outland: 80s Space Western (00:32:52) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7OzKVHzfiI#1980s culture, #Christmas music charts, #Wham!, #Last Christmas, #Kylie Minogue, #Christmas Xmas, #charity single, #Together for Palestine, #The Pogues, #Fairytale of New York, #Elton John, #Step Into Christmas, #Boney M, #anti-apartheid protest songs, #Sun City, #Steven Van Zandt, #Bruce Springsteen, #E Street Band, #supergroup, #apartheid, #Nelson Mandela, #cultural boycott, #protest music, #hip hop artists, #Johnny Clegg, #Randy Newman, #Christmas in Cape Town, #Toy Story, #music and politics, #80s music, #protest songs, #South African Christmas, #nostalgia, #TikTok, #live stream, #Rage Expo, #Ballito, #Nelson Mandela Capture Site, #audio-visual experience, #cassette tape, #music history, #social injustice, #pop culture, #80s pop music, #documentary, #cultural significance, #music industry, #80s nostalgia, #Paul Rudd, #Will Ferrell, #The Shrink Next Door, #Foreigner, #Boy Meets Girl, #Whitney Houston, #Sean Connery, #Outland, #space western, #Jupiter's moons, #mining colony, #drugging miners, #consequences, #80s pop culture references.

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Should adults get 2 hour delays? Also did Mendoza deserve to win the Heisman Trophy? We talk about Ryan Trahan's latest video, TikTok shaming Elton John for his oven, and lots more!

We roll into our 80s hard rock showdown, where we put ACDC's Back in Black, Van Halen's 1984, and Guns N' Roses' Appetite for Destruction under the brightest light we know: track-by-track comparison. Jump meets It's So Easy; Panama squares off with Nightrain; Hot for Teacher tangles with Paradise City. The fun isn't just the score—it's how those matchups rewire your nostalgia.From there, we zoom in on live recordings that changed how we hear legends: Elton John's 1970 trio storm on 17-11-70, and The Doors' final Jim Morrison concert, a difficult night for him by all accounts, that closes on the aptly chosen "The End."Minute with Jimmy unwraps the shockingly modern birth of Little Richard's Tutti Frutti—those opening syllables were a drum part first—and why 1955 still sounds like tomorrow. We close on the Jim Carroll Band's People Who Died, a song that once felt like pure punk adrenaline and now reads like a roll call of lives that shaped us. If you love rock history, live albums, and the way songs become landmarks, you'll feel right at home.Learn Something New orRemember Something OldIf you enjoyed the show, follow, rate, and share it with a friend. Got a take or a memory to add? Email musicinmyshoes@gmail.com and join the next Mailbag.Send us a one-way message. We can't answer you back directly, but it could be part of a future Music In My Shoes Mailbag!!!

This week's program features tuneage from Jeff Buckley, Genesis, James Taylor, Ian Hunter, Jackson Browne, Laura Nyro, David Bromberg, Maria Muldaur, The Hooters, Full Moon, B52's, Motels, Elton John, Counting Crows, Beck, Blondie, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Beatles, Chicago, Bob Welch and Janis Joplin.

Send us a message, so we know what you're thinking!Well, we made it! 100 episodes & still going strong!  (Except for a bit of a medical interlude for both of us.) Who'd have thought the views of a pair of opinionated Aussie music fans could have entertained so many for so long?   In this episode, we celebrate the artists, music & events we've covered over the last five years.  Mick's habit of tapping the table when he gets excited; Jeff's potty-mouth; The origin of the Globite School Bag as a staple of the program.    We look at where our listeners live – and how on Earth they find out about us!  Revisiting some of your favourite episodes shows how time has proven us right on some of our more strident opinions, such as “Roxy Music peaked in 1973”, and “Warren Zevon is one of the greatest songwriters ever”!  To top it all off, the soundtrack for five years of “Mick & The Phatman Talking Music” is awesome.  You're going to love it!!  See you next year.   Playlist:  100 EpisodesReferences: Globite Bags, music expertise, facts and experiences, “Baby, you can drive my car”, f-word, Roy & H.G., “This Sporting Life”, “Bludging on the Blind Side”, strong music opinions, accessible music, “Revolver”, Kurt Cobain's suicide, Nirvana, Far Out Magazine, 17 years old, Frankfurt, “How Good is Goodbye Yellow Brick Road”, Spandau Ballet, Elton John, Fairport Convention, Richard & Linda Thompson, Sandy Denny, Fotheringay, Robert Plant, "The Battle of Evermore", Led Zeppelin, “Bring it back!  Bring it back!”, Tommy, London Symphony Orchestra, "It's a Boy", Nick Lowe, “What's so funny about peace, love & understanding?”, "Cruel to Be Kind", "I Love the Sound of Breaking Glass",  "I Knew the Bride (When She Used to Rock 'n' Roll)", Rockpile, Dave Edmunds, Elvis Costello, Graham Parker, The Pretenders, Jarrah McCleary, Panama, Gordon Ramsay, “Supergroups”, Billy Idol. Shane McGowan's teeth, “Nick Cave - his early days”,Colin Greenwood, Rolling Stone Top 500 Songs of All Time, "Rust Never Sleeps", Neil Young, “My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)", "Powderfinger"."Stranded", Roxy Music, “Futurist”, “For Your Pleasure”, The Angels, "Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again", "Take a Long Line", ” No Way!  Get Fucked!  Fuck Off!”, Nico, Leonard Cohen, John Cale, Sex Pistols, Siouxsie Sioux, Television, Warren Zevon, The Beatles, Coldplay, Weird Al Yankovic, Led Zeppelin, Bowie, Peter Gabriel, “Melt”, Rob Younger, Ozzy, Billy Idol, Artificial intelligence, Mick & the Phatman podcast art, 1001 Albums You Must Hear before You Die, Robert Dimery, “Machine Gun Etiquette”, The Damned 

Patti LaBelle is not just a music icon, she's also a food icon. She's written best-selling cookbooks, hosted a food TV show, and even cooked for Elton John, The Rolling Stones, and Prince. She talks with Dan about touring the segregated South in the ‘60s, the viral video that made her sweet potato pie a Walmart sensation, and the one recipe in her cookbook that's perfect for women going through menopause. Plus food writer Adrian Miller joins us to discuss why Patti's sweet potato pie has particular significance in the Black community.This episode previously aired on June 5, 2017, and November 1, 2021, and was produced by Dan Pashman, Anne Saini, and Dan Charles. The Sporkful team now includes Dan Pashman, Emma Morgenstern, Andres O'Hara, Kameel Stanley, and Jared O'Connell. This update was produced by Gianna Palmer.Every Friday, we reach into our deep freezer and reheat an episode to serve up to you. We're calling these our Reheats. If you have a show you want reheated, send us an email or voice memo at hello@sporkful.com, and include your name, your location, which episode, and why.Right now, Sporkful listeners can get three months free of the SiriusXM app by going to siriusxm.com/sporkful. Get all your favorite podcasts, more than 200 ad-free music channels curated by genre and era, and live sports coverage with the SiriusXM app. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Melbourne's low-key superstar Ben Abraham has written monster hits and performed at the GRAMMYs. He also started a tradition of wildly popular Christmas gigs co-starring his famous mates performing new music and classic carols. Find out more about The Front podcast here. You can read about this story and more on The Australian's website or on The Australian’s app. The weekend edition of The Front is co-produced by Claire Harvey and Jasper Leak. The host is Claire Harvey. Audio production and editing by Jasper Leak who also composed our theme.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Power Women Wellness, Tiffany Napper - business consultant, keynote speaker, and resilience advocate - shares her journey from working in PR with icons like Elton John and Alicia Keys to becoming the trusted advisor behind six- and seven-figure businesses. Tiffany opens up about rebuilding her life and business from the inside out, the patterns ambitious women must release to find alignment, and why she defines wellness as "operationalized resilience." We also dive into her S.W.A.Y. framework, the practices that transformed her nervous system, and how an energy audit can reveal what's draining you so you can thrive with both ambition and ease. Connect with Tiffany Website Instagram --- Ready to work with us 1:1? You know, stop the guess work? Let's go! Request a free phone call to see how we can help you! Connect with us on   / nuvitruwellness   + TikTok (@nuvitruwellness) + ! If you're interested in all things Gut Health, Functional Nutrition, Hormones, Wellness + more, check out our other podcast called Functional Nutrition Wellness.

Send us a textHere in Episode 251 of the No Name Music Cast, it is Joy's turn to pick the topic and she chooses to talk about her 2025 Spotify Wrapped!We cover artists she listened to such as Queen, ELO, Elton John and The Dropkick Murphys to name only a few.We also cover mosh pits, Warped Tour, Guardians of the Galaxy and Jukeboxes!Support the showEmail the show: nonamemusiccast@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nonamemusiccastpodcast/ https://nonamemusiccast.com/

(00:00-13:59) Broadcasting live from the surface of the sun. Martin, you're hot garbage, pal. Are we just the Pirates in red uniforms now? Bring your sorority sisters down to Spring Training to see us. CFP Playoff first round games.(14:07-24:38) Continuing the tribute to the '92 VMAs. People offering to come in and tint our windows. The Freese and Maroon interview is out. Jeff Burkett loved the interview. Is Maroon gonna be the next Biz Nasty? Principal Burkett is a made man. Iggy joining QFTA tomorrow.(24:48-42:06) What's your favorite Elton John song? Benny The Jet Rodriguez. I say a lot of words, but there are rules. Audio of Justin Herbert's reluctant interview with Laura Rutledge following the Chargers OT win last night on MNF. Media Saban vs. Coach Saban. Speaking of sex Jackson found the Laura Rutledge audio with Saban and Kirby Smart. Drink's extension agreement.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Lumineers are heading out on a world tour in January, 2026, so it feels right to encore our delightful conversation with the band's co-founder, drummer, and piano player Jeremiah Fraites. Jer loves Radiohead and an unexpected side-bar about the infamous 1993 MTV Beach House performance, which TMEP co-host Alex attended as Radiohead's tour manager, nearly hijacked the interview. Fortunately, we got back to Spinal Tap Moment stories and Jer lit us up with tales of the time Elton John gave him a love tap on the Grammy Awards red carpet; what it was like to fly on U2's private 747; and why Alice Cooper thinks The Lumineers need to "go and eat a steak." Find Lumineers' tour dates and ticket information: https://www.thelumineers.com/tour Lumineers IG & FB: @thelumineers --- ***http://distrokid.com/vip/tmep*** Too Much Effing Perspective is supported by DISTROKID - the best way for Musicians, Songwriters, Producers, DJs to get their original music into Spotify, Apple, TikTok, and all the major platforms. Get 30% OFF your first year subscription to DISTROKID at this special link. ***http://distrokid.com/vip/tmep*** --- Get in touch with Too Much Effing Perspective Contact us: hello@tmepshow.com Join our Mailing List: https://tmepshow.com Follow us on Social: @tmepshow Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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From a quiet forest outside Stockholm to the world's most glamorous runways, Swedish designer Anna-Karin Karlsson has built one of fashion's most distinctive eyewear brands. Her bold, sculptural glasses and sunglasses are worn by Beyoncé, Snoop Dogg, Madonna and Elton John – yet their inspiration comes from a quiet life surrounded by trees and animals. Cultural journalist Anna Åkerlund steps inside Karlsson's world. We discover how the designer blends fantasy with craftsmanship, and challenges the conventions of both global luxury brands and Swedish restraint.

New Schizo Just Dropped:We discover our new favorite schizo, Adam Wayne Bailey. A true genius Haitian Island Invasion: Two men in Texas are arrested for planning to take over a Haitian island with an army of homeless people. What is this distracting us from? Andy Dick and Corey's Twitter: Andy Dick is hanging with bums like he should and Corey's Twitter confirms that the divorce with Courtney has now been settled. Corey is also out here fighting for his life on his social. THE BEAR!, FUCK YOU, WATCH THIS!, ELTON JOHN!, STEP INTO CHRISTMAS!, FELDMAS!, DRAGONBALL Z!, MEMES!, TICKLESACK!, TOTS TURNT!, DONATIONS!, NEW SCHIZO JUST DROPPED!, ADAM WAYNE BAILEY!, RAT NASTY BITCH!, CLOWN ASS DOUCHEBAGS!, REACHER!, BASH YOUR HEAD!, CHOICES!, DECISIONS!, PLOT OF LAND!, 2.5 ACRES!, WISCONSIN!, TALK SHIT!, DIPSHIT GRANDPARENTS!, R2D2!, FAKE WIFEY!, DIFFERENT CHARACTERS!, MAKE SENSE!, DAUGHTER!, STATE OF MIND!, MINNESOTA!, 2.5 ACRES!, HAITIAN ISLAND!, INVASION!, ENSLAVE!, CONSPIRACY!, TAKE OVER!, CRIME!, TWO GUYS!, COMEDIC!, INEPT!, DISTRACTION!, VIRAL STORY!, CLICKBAIT!, TIME WILL TELL!, ANDY DICK!, DRUNK!, HOLLYWOOD!, FAVORITE RAPPER!, OUTKAST!, MISSY ELLIOTT!, DOCUMENTARY!, STAGED!, DAILYMAIL!, RAG!, GROPE!, GRABBED BUTTS!, NO ANGELS HAVE SPOKEN OUT!, FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE!  You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

Epstein maintained a public account on Spotify, and his playlists — created between roughly 2011 and 2015 — show a strikingly broad and eclectic taste in music. His selections ranged from classical (including Ludwig van Beethoven) to jazz (notably Oscar Peterson), Broadway show tunes, gospel, pop, rock, and even contemporary club-style hits. His playlists featured songs by major artists such as Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Doors, Elton John, Céline Dion, Billy Joel, Bob Dylan, The Beach Boys, and Pitbull. Beyond music, the account also contained a comedy-album by Louis C.K. — illustrating that Epstein's public streaming activity extended beyond just songs.However, analysts and reporters have pointed out that some songs on Epstein's playlists carry lyrics or themes that — in the context of what's later known about him — read as disturbing or even alarmingly suggestive. For example, his playlists included tracks like Hot for Teacher by Van Halen (a song that has been criticized for its sexualized and somewhat predatory undertones), and My Heart Belongs to Daddy an older jazz number by Oscar Peterson that many interpret as featuring a troubling adult-child dynamic. Observers contend that while a playlist alone doesn't prove intent or wrongdoing, those particular song choices — when viewed with the rest of the evidence in Epstein's history — add a deeply unsettling and ironic dimension to how he publicly presented himself.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Today we dive into the greatest live shows we've ever witnessed, from Lady Gaga blowing the roof off Melbourne to Michael Jackson arriving at the MCG in a rocket ship. From Ben Folds turning the Sydney Opera House into a one man symphony to the time Christian nearly talked Elton John into playing at an RSL.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Foxes are biting people in North Jersey, forcing us to put a hilarious warning out for local fox feeder Phil Simms! After that, Gio quizzes Boomer on how many of the celebrities at Knicks games he actually recognizes, following Boomer's long talk with Simms about college quarterbacks. Finally, Boomer shares a fantastic story about meeting a surprising football fan: the legendary Elton John.

   Kristi Noem posted some serious truths and tough words on Monday that take a stance on illegal aliens like no other.  It's beautiful and this is her best way to communicate.   At the same time, a senator from Ohio has a perfect plan for American citizenship that should be passed as law ASAP.    A Trump fan has a great idea for him to end all this gender ideology nonsense.  Elton John says Trump could be on of the GOATS of the White House if he does one thing.  A listener sends an email in that is just wonderful.   In sports, Andy Reid gives up one of the most bizarre quotes ever while former KC quarterback Alex Smith drops truth bombs about this year's team.    KSU basketball coach Jerome Tang already seems to be a dead man walking in Manhattan losing his third straight with millions of dollars worth of players.   Social media influencers were all over KC Monday for the start of sports wagering in Missouri, golfer Justin Thomas is still whining about the Ryder Cup and two legendary broadcasters that have never called a basketball game together are about to.

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This week, I'm throwing away toxic gratitude and playing Would You Rather because we all need some fun in our lives. I contemplate knowing when vs knowing how I would die, someone seeing all of my photos or all of my texts, and so many other ponderings.    Key Takeaways:    [0:28] Throwing away toxic gratitude and playing would you rather  [3:17] See a little into the future or a lot?  [3:53] The ability to read minds or move things?  [4:25] Sing or dance to every song you hear?  [4:45] Jail or coma for 5 years?  [5:15] Chronically under or overdressed?  [5:35] Lose my sight or my memories? [5:55] Universal respect or unlimited power? [6:29] No internet or no air conditioning? [7:09] Never be able to go out in the day or night? [7:30] Personal maid or chef? [7:46] Lead star in a movie that bombs or extra in an Oscar winning one? [8:34] Only text in emoji or not text at all? [8:47] Same socks or same underwear for a week? [9:04] Sing off with Ariana Grande or Rihanna?  [9:25] Alone in a forest or a real haunted house? [9:52] Child every year for 20 years or no kids at all?  [10:24] Gassy on a first date or your wedding night?  [10:46] Hunt for your own meat or never eat meat again? [11:05] People spread lies about you or terrible truths?  [11:58] Best at something no one respects or average at something they do? [12:42] Travel the world for free for a year or have $50,000? [13:27] Mullet for a year or bald for 6 months? [13:51] Go back to the past to see dead people or the future to meet grandkids?  [14:05] Stay physically how you are forever or financially?  [14:32] No phone for a month or no bathing for a month?  [14:52] Change the outcome of the last election or decide the next election? [15:27] Lose the ability to read or lose the ability to speak? [15:58] Beautiful and stupid or unattractive and smart? [16:25] Always stuck in traffic but find the perfect parking spot or the opposite?  [16:57] Go on tour with Elton John or Cher? [17:20] Win the lottery and spend it in a day or triple your current salary forever? [17:52] Hear a comforting lie or an uncomfortable truth? [18:03] Someone sees all your photos or all your texts? [18:21] 4th of July with Taylor Swift or Christmas Eve with Mariah Carey? [19:13] Peaceful life in a small cabin or drama filled in a mansion? [19:35] Be invisible or fly? [19:50] Be the leader on Earth or start another colony on another planet? [20:11] Back to kindergarten with all my knowledge or know everything now? [22:04] Read minds or predict the future? [22:13] Be an unknown superhero or famous villain? [22:48] Have a third eye or a third ear? [23:13] Wake up naked in a forest 5 miles from home or in your underwear at work? [23:52] Be reincarnated as a fly or just stop existing when dead? [24:11] Close any open door or be unable to open any closed door? [24:32] Work alongside Dwight or Homer?  [24:55] Punished for a crime you didn't commit or credit stolen for a major accomplishment of yours? [25:20] Celine or Eminem perform the soundtrack to your life? [25:38] Bathe in dish water or wash dishes in bath water?  [25:50] Have your own theme park or zoo? [26:05] Know when or how you're going to die?  [26:21] Home with no electricity or home with no running water? [26:43] Tea with Queen Elizabeth or beer with Prince Harry? [27:08] Live the same day over for a year or take 3 years off your life? [27:39] Finding balance, gratitude, and what would you rather?     Connect with Barb:   Website   Facebook    Instagram   Be a guest on the podcast    YouTube   The Molly B Foundation  

This week, Tommy is joined by actress Alexandra Breckenridge, known for her beloved role as Mel on the hit series Virgin River and Sophie from This Is Us. Now, she’s stepping into a surprising new character in her holiday film My Secret Santa. Alexandra opens up about what drew her to the unexpected challenge of playing Santa, the brutally cold shoot at a Canadian ski resort, and the joy of bringing festive magic to the screen. She also talks about the deep emotional parallels between her own life and Mel’s journey, the personal experiences that shaped her performance, and the ongoing challenge of keeping a long-running character fresh and grounded. Plus, Alexandra shares the holiday movies she can’t stop rewatching, the behind-the-scenes friendship that keeps Virgin River fun, and a childhood story she’s never told before involving bullying, dyslexia, and choreographing dance routines to Prince and Elton John. My Secret Santa premieres December 3rd on Netflix. Subscribe, rate, and leave a written review if you enjoy this conversation! Tune in every week for new episodes of I’ve Never Said This Before.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

EPISODE #119 - From 1988 to 1991, Matt Bissonette played bass in David Lee Roth's solo band. His tenure included the Skyscraper World Tour as well as the recording of the “A Little Ain't Enough” album. In this interview, Bissonette discusses his experience in full detail as well as playing with Joe Satriani, Elton John, ELO. his brother Gregg Bissonette and making his new jazz album, “Common Road.” The Daves also serve up a stacked VH News segment that includes a review of Mammoth's new album, “The End.” Plus, a new mailbag segment completes this November episode. Download the podcast for free on Spreaker, iHeartRadio, Spotify, Google podcasts, Amazon Music, Podvine or iTunes. Connect with the Daves on Twitter: @ddunchained, Facebook: Dave & Dave Unchained – A Van Halen podcast, Instagram: ddunchainedpodcast or via email: ddunchainedpodcast@gmail.com

Synopsis  Rock N Roll Archaeology excavates the divergent paths of Elton John and John Lennon in the first half of the 1970s, a period where one man sprinted toward the brightest spotlight on Earth while the other desperately sought an escape. From Elton's star-making coronation at the Troubadour to Lennon's chaotic "Lost Weekend" in Los Angeles, their journeys collide in a New York studio with a high-stakes wager over the song "Whatever Gets You Thru the Night."  This is a story of two friends, two paths, and the unforeseen consequences of getting exactly what you wish for, set against the backdrop of the post-Beatles power vacuum and the dizzying heights of 70s superstardom. Producer and Host: Christian Swain  Head Writer: Richard Evans  Sound Designer: Jerry Danielsen  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

TJ McCormack shares relatable and absurd holiday anecdotes, detailing his intense, salmonella-fueled turkey prep paranoia—including not rinsing chicken and contemplating safety goggles—while likening his butter rub-down technique to a 1950s masculine masseur. Callers contribute to the conversation, discussing everything from old Elton John concerts at Madison Square Garden to grappling with loss on the holiday. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices