Podcasts about Ennio Morricone

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Matthew Socey reviews the films Anniversary and Blue Moon. He also replays his chat with Usual Suspect Brian Hartz about Ennio Morricone.

In dem Dokumentarfilm „Maestro Ennio Morricone“ wird dem legendären italienischen Filmkomponisten ein Denkmal gesetzt. Die Doku wirft einen ausführlichen Blick auf sein Leben, seine Arbeit und seinen Einfluss auf die Filmgeschichte. Hier entlang geht's zu den Links unserer Werbepartner: https://detektor.fm/werbepartner/was-laeuft-heute >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/kultur/was-laeuft-heute-maestro-ennio-morricone

In dem Dokumentarfilm „Maestro Ennio Morricone“ wird dem legendären italienischen Filmkomponisten ein Denkmal gesetzt. Die Doku wirft einen ausführlichen Blick auf sein Leben, seine Arbeit und seinen Einfluss auf die Filmgeschichte. Hier entlang geht's zu den Links unserer Werbepartner: https://detektor.fm/werbepartner/was-laeuft-heute >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/kultur/was-laeuft-heute-maestro-ennio-morricone

In dem Dokumentarfilm „Maestro Ennio Morricone“ wird dem legendären italienischen Filmkomponisten ein Denkmal gesetzt. Die Doku wirft einen ausführlichen Blick auf sein Leben, seine Arbeit und seinen Einfluss auf die Filmgeschichte. Hier entlang geht's zu den Links unserer Werbepartner: https://detektor.fm/werbepartner/was-laeuft-heute >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/kultur/was-laeuft-heute-maestro-ennio-morricone

Cabin Cousins: Part 4 Costumes and characters. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me. "That hit the spot." She said with a sigh. "There's been a lot of that recently." Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?" We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being near each other. Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show you our costumes." I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser. "This is yours." She said, handing me a blue police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video. I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my prisoner?" "As much fun as that could be, no." Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered headdress. "We're the Village People?" I asked. Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you like it?" "I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?" "Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier." She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this." The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face. "Do you... not like it?" I asked. "It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just showed up to the party. Okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination. Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago; and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to be very careful in how I reacted. "Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay. Open your eyes." I did and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low, giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back, bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about the prospect of revealing so much skin. While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous." My antics made Melissa giggle. "Who is she here with?" "I don't know him. Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard." Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her, happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension. When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on the hem of the skirt. "It's more than a bikini." "I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get the right words out for what she wanted to say. I sat on the bed next to her. "It's not too... slutty, is it?" She asked, staring at the floor. Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are." "I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you." "Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and maintaining eye contact. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's stunt double in Red Sonja." I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was a goddess." This got a smile from her. "I think you're biased." "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?" "Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels really good." "You look amazing." "Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I don't know if I can take that." She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her. "It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty." I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my intent. "I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss. "Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and won't have to pretend anymore." "Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you but..." She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear. "It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing my bare ass to everybody." "Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone other than me can see it." Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If people are going to see me, they're going to see you too." I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs, my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants, and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible. "That's fair." Then she said mischievously. "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps." We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her warmly. "I love you." "I love you." She replied. "If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together." I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said. "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six hours." "How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?" "Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not wearing this to the video store." We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top, albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy' section. After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa. "Nice." She said, grinning. Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja. We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well, her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those. The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me. "I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a goddess." "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked suggestively. Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you think I want to do?" Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight." Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line. "That's a challenge I might think about someday." "What about right now?" "Why not?" When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa thought so too. She leaned down and we kissed deeply. I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen will have what she demands." "Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone that made it sound like a command. She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants off, taking the red thong with them. She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down. She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart. I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it. I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me, seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could. My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed. Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum, still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile. "That one was all mine." She purred, before kissing me. I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and held her tight as we kissed. She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn." She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest. Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. "Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the edge of climax. I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the intensity with which I ate her. She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply, with Melissa still twitching occasionally. We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said. "Tasting myself on you is hot." I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating her. "Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play. "Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more." Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat. Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her, marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me, drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside. I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths. When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show, maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her. Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming. Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips. She must have been close because, with an exclamation of primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her. We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other seemingly inexhaustible. Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her, something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a state of utter awe of this woman. "You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words were inadequate to express my feelings. Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I didn't go too far with being in control did I?" I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really hot." She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really good." I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control, particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was. Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have still loved it. "It did." I agreed. "I like this side of you." "What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then the other playfully. She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an inhibition. "The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world needs to see more of this part of you." Then hastily added. "Not in a sexual way, of course." Melissa giggled and then kissed me. "You are all that I want." She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly. I flexed my own, causing my cock to twitch inside of her. We smiled at each other. "I am yours," I said, kissing her. I laid back down, pulling her down on top of me. She sighed in contentment and rested her weight on my chest, nuzzling my neck. We stayed like that for a while, and I could tell that she was beginning to fall asleep. I shifted and urged her to sit up. I stood, and she took my offered hand, following me to her bedroom. We cuddled up under the covers, and both quickly fell asleep. Chapter Fourteen. We woke refreshed from our nap and got dressed in our costumes. Soon we were in my pickup heading to the house where the party was being held. I glanced at Melissa as I drove, and she seemed to be unaware that I wasn't taking the most direct route. We were only a few minutes away from Melissa's apartment, when I turned into the parking lot of the Duluth location of the big box home improvement store I worked for. Butterflies filled my stomach as I prepared myself to set into motion the plan I had devised in the shower earlier that day. "I've got to go in here for a few minutes," I said, parking my truck, but leaving it running. "Ok, I'll be here," Melissa replied with a smile. I smiled back at her, leaned over to give her a quick kiss, and got out of the truck. I walked into the store with purpose. I got back twenty minutes later. Sitting behind the wheel, I looked over at Melissa with a huge grin on my face. She gave me a slightly confused look. "What did you need to get here?" "I have a surprise for you," I said, still unable to stop from smiling. "What is it?" Melissa asked. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. What I had just done, marked a turning point, one of those moments in your life where your life will never be the same again. "I just spoke with the yard manager, then with the store manager, and... as of two weeks from right now, I'll be working out of this store." It took a moment for Melissa to process what I said, her mouth fell open and her eyes began to glisten with the promise of tears. I nodded in silent confirmation, and she threw herself across the bench seat into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed. I felt her joyful tears against my face. "Of course, this all depends on if you're okay with having a roommate..." Melissa laughed, her happiness nearly overwhelming her. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" We kissed again, then rested our foreheads together as we gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing on earth could have taken the smiles off our faces. We glanced over as an old grey-haired couple walked past my truck. They watched us as they passed, smiling at our display of joy and affection. The man put his arm around the woman, pulling her close as they walked and they smiled lovingly at each other. Melissa and I returned our gazes to each other, and we knew that we were both thinking the same thing. That was going to be us someday. A lifetime of love and experiences awaited us, and neither of us could imagine any other way we would want to spend our lives than with each other. On the drive to the party, Melissa sat in the middle of my truck's bench seat, and in between gear shifts, I rested my hand on her inner thigh. I would glance in her direction now and then as I drove, but Melissa never took her eyes off of me. The way she was looking at me made my heart glow. I loved her so much, and knowing that my love was returned, every bit of it and more, was almost enough to make a guy weep with joy. I parked on the street up the block from the party. I shut the truck off and turned to face Melissa. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you," I whispered back. I put a hand to her face and she leaned into my palm as I caressed her cheek. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "As much as I need to be making love to you in our bed right now, I want to do this." Our bed, she had said. I liked that. Melissa smiled at me, knowing that I had picked up on her deliberate word usage. I helped her out of the truck, making sure nobody saw more of her than was appropriate, even though she was still wearing her long coat that covered her down past her knees. We walked up to the house and rang the bell. As we waited, side by side, hand in hand, I said. "I'll be right here next to you the whole time, my warrior queen." She smiled lovingly at me, and I saw any faint trace of self-doubt leave her. She took a deep breath and stood a little straighter, chin raised. The door opened and we were greeted by Ashley's older sister, Debbie, who was hosting the party. "Melissa! I'm glad you could make it. I haven't seen you in forever." Debbie was five years older than Ashley and had moved out of their parent's house four years ago. Her husband's name was Chris, and apparently, he was some kind of Dot Com hotshot. I believed it, as their house was huge, and they both had expensive German sports cars parked in their driveway. Debbie took our coats, and we began to mingle, soon finding Ashley and James. Ashley rushed over and gave Melissa a quick hug. "Wow, you look Amazing!" I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw James give Melissa a good head-to-toe look, and then notice me watching him. Now, I can see how guys might get pissed off by other guys checking out their girlfriends, but I saw it differently. I took it as a compliment to Melissa's stunning beauty, an opinion I wholeheartedly agreed with. Melissa made formal introductions, and I shook hands with Ashley and James in turn. When I shook James' hand, he met my eyes in what seemed like an apology for his wandering eyes. I did my best to subtly show that there was no harm done. We mingled and ate from the lavish catered buffet that Debbie and Chris had provided. I was introduced to more people than I could ever remember. Everywhere we went, eyes followed. There were lustful eyes, admiring eyes, jealous eyes, and yes, when people noticed the obvious outline of my perpetually hard cock barely restrained by my pants, laughing eyes. I didn't care at all about any of our observers, or what they thought about us. My eyes, and my thoughts, were for Melissa alone. I kept true to my word, never left her side all evening, and maintained nearly constant physical contact, be it an arm around her waist, a held hand, or a covert squeeze of an ass cheek. For her part, she seemed to particularly enjoy rubbing her ass against my groin right before we talked to somebody new, or were going to walk anywhere, and when my arm was around her, she had a hand in my back pocket. Again, I didn't care that everyone there saw my arousal. I honestly believed that it would be more out of place to have such a gorgeous woman at my arm all night, and not be constantly turned on. Through it all, Melissa was amazing. She never showed the least bit of self-consciousness or anxiety. I knew she saw how everyone watched her, and as the night went on, I began to believe that she was genuinely enjoying the attention. Our costumes were a hit, not just Melissa's, but the four of us as a group. Everyone cheered as Melissa and I, and Ashley and James, got up and danced when YMCA was played. We each had a glass of the strongly spiked punch, but neither of us had the desire to get drunk. We seemed to be the exception though. As the party began to wind down, intoxicated couples could be found making out on couches and comfy chairs, with one pair doing a little more than make out under the billiards table. Ashley was one of those who had way too much to drink, and we said our goodbyes as James helped her up the stairs to a guest room that Debbie and Chris had reserved for them. Melissa's eyes met mine, and I saw her fierce need for me shining bright. As much as we both wanted to strip down and fuck like rabbits right then and there, we both agreed silently that we had reached the extent of our exhibitionism. We said goodbye, thanked Debbie and Chris, who were quite intoxicated themselves, and left. The night air was heavy in a way that hinted at impending snowfall, and the wind blew cold and humid off of Lake Superior. Melissa held her coat tightly around herself as we rushed to my truck. Once in the truck and moving, I revved the engine more than I usually did to get the engine up to temp a little faster. The air from the vents soon turned warm, and Melissa opened her coat. She was sitting next to me again, with one leg on either side of the shifter. She had let her skirt ride up, and between gear shifts, I rested my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her with my fingertips through her satin thong. She had a hand on my crotch, and slowly stroked me through my pants. The trip back was fairly short, only about ten miles. Halfway there I asked her. "Why does it seem like it's taking forever to get back to your apartment?" "Our apartment." Melissa reminded me with a smile. I glanced at her with a grin. I did like the sound of that. "It's because neither of us can wait until this beautiful cock of yours is inside me." She gave my cock a squeeze to accentuate her words. When we neared her, our apartment, she said in a casual tone that was betrayed by the lustful intensity with which she was looking at me. "When that door closes, you'll have about ten seconds to get naked before I start tearing these clothes off of you." Turns out, she didn't even give me that long. As I bumped my back against the door to push it all the way closed, Melissa attacked my belt, getting it unbuckled with amazing quickness. Before I knew it, my pants were around my ankles and Melissa was on her knees taking me into her mouth. I could do nothing but moan and lean against the door as she implemented every trick she had learned so far. My legs felt wobbly as she expertly brought all of the evening's pent-up sexual energy to the fore. I looked down and met the fierce eyes of my warrior queen. In mere moments, she had brought me to the verge of orgasm. I was just seconds away from cumming, when she stopped, taking me out of her mouth. The sudden absence of sensation took my breath away. Melissa looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not yet." She said, giving the underside of my glans the slightest of licks. I shivered at the contact. I was so close. She watched me intently, giving me another tiny lick now and then, keeping me right at the brink. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Almost involuntarily, I grasped the back of her head, pulling her mouth over me. She didn't resist and sucked with renewed vigor. Her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been waiting for me to make her continue, that she had wanted me to take what I wanted. Melissa massaged my balls as I came. My legs nearly gave out, as I filled her mouth with my seed. Four, five, six strong spurts. It felt like the entire content of my balls was shooting into her. Her eyes showed her joy at what she was able to do to me. She took me out of her mouth and ran her hands up my chest as she stood slowly. I reached out and grabbed her, quickly pulled her up the last bit, and locked my mouth with hers. She hadn't swallowed this time, and I could tell that I had indeed cum much more than usual. We moaned softly as we kissed, sharing my hot cum back and forth. When finally it was gone, we broke to catch our breath. Melissa looked at me with a sly smile. "If I am your warrior queen, then you are my king. A king is fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what he wants." "I want you. All of you." I squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tightly against me. She sighed with pleasure as my still-hard cock pressed against the satin of her thong. I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum with my tongue. Then I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I'm going to make you cum again, and again, and again, until you're a sweaty, sticky, twitching mess." As I spoke, her breathing became heavier. She was practically panting in anticipation. "After that, I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you, and make love to you, and not stop until I physically can't do it anymore. That is what I desire." When our eyes met again, the look of love and passion I saw was so raw, so pure and powerful, that it burned itself into my memory. From that moment, whenever I thought about the way Melissa looked at me, I remembered that one look first and foremost. "My king will have what he demands." She whispered. I led her to our bed and carried through on my promise. How many times did I make her cum while eating her? Honestly, I lost track after the first few. One orgasm rolled into the next, and into the next, until she was indeed a sweaty, sticky, quivering mess. When I finally entered her, I paced myself, pumping hard into her at times, and slowing or even stopping inside her at others. I wanted to make it last as long as I could while making her cum as many times as possible. We switched positions many times. When I would start to get tired, she would roll me onto my back and ride me until she came again, then we would switch positions, all without my cock ever leaving her hot and silky wetness. I ended up cumming inside her twice, and though we had continued to make love, I was not able to cum a third time. We lay together on sweat-damp sheets, facing each other, limbs intertwined, and both utterly exhausted. My lips were numb from kissing, and it seemed like every muscle in my entire body was sore from exertion. Melissa giggled tiredly. "What?" I asked, finding her adorable giggle as infectious as always. "So that's what it takes to completely satisfy my sexual desire." We both laughed, and she kissed me sweetly on the lips. "I need to work on my cardio." Melissa giggled again. "It'll get easier, you just need to keep at it." Giggling with her, I quipped. "Keep at it? I thought you were completely satisfied." "For today, yes," Melissa responded, and we both laughed again. We hugged each other tightly. Melissa sighed and caressed my cheek. "Thank you." She said softly. "For?" I asked. "For giving me courage tonight. I really did enjoy wearing that costume. Not just for you, but for me. I don't think I could have done it without you." I gave her a sweet kiss. "Even though you're more brave and amazing than you give yourself credit for, I will always be right here. Whatever we face, we'll face it together." Her eyes glowed with her love. "I'll be here for you too. Forever." "Forever," I repeated, and we kissed sweetly. We both knew without a doubt that ours was a love that would last until the end of time. When we said "forever", we meant it. Neither of us had ever known anything so surely as we knew this. As thoughts of spending the rest of my life with this glorious woman passed through my mind, I drifted off to sleep in her loving arms. Chapter Fifteen. We awoke in our bed, still in each other's arms. We stretched and embraced tightly. "Good morning, my love," Melissa whispered. "Good morning, wonderful," I responded with a kiss. I knew that I wasn't alone in thinking that I could easily spend the whole day in bed, even if we did nothing but hold each other and rest, but nature was calling. We got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat to pee, I turned on the shower, making sure it was set to Melissa's preferred temperature of just below scalding. She stood, and it was my turn to relieve myself. It occurred to me that it was likely neither of us had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex use the toilet before. We watched each other, but it wasn't weird, gross, or embarrassing. I mean, after all of our intimate contact thus far, this was nothing. But it did remind me of how thoroughly and completely we were bonded to each other. There were no secrets between us, no need for shyness or reservations. In every aspect, we were one entity. When I finished, Melissa pulled me into the shower. We washed each other, toweled off, and returned to our bedroom. Melissa went towards her dresser, obviously thinking that it was time to get dressed. I had other plans. I held her hand and stopped her near the bed. "Lay face down," I said pointing to the bed. She gave me her little smile, the one she kept just for me, and complied. I knelt over her feet and began massaging them. I massaged her legs thoroughly, enjoying her relaxed sighs. When I massaged her firm ass, I could see the moisture of her arousal seeping out of her. I bent over and kissed one of her perfect ass cheeks. Melissa giggled. "Kiss my ass." I chuckled and kissed the other cheek. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she gasped quietly when I made contact with her wetness. While one hand rubbed her back at the base of her spine, I eased the thumb of the other into her. I slowly worked it in and out, brushing her clit with my index finger with every stroke. Before she came, I eased off and stopped. I wiped my wet fingers on my cock, and shifted forward. She arched her back in eager anticipation. I entered her slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go. Melissa moaned with satisfaction. I leaned down and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Whispering, I said. "I hope you don't mind if I just stay right there for a while. I'm not done with my massage yet." She made only a happy moan in response. As I began to slowly slide my cock in and out, I gripped her shoulders and began to knead her muscles. She made continuous sighs of relaxation as I worked my way down her back, all the while, keeping a steady, slow rhythm with my cock. When I reached the bottom of her spine, I pulled her waist towards me, getting that extra bit deeper with one slow thrust. Melissa moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow. My massaging hands worked their way back up to her shoulders, and I grasped them firmly, pulling myself deep into her once again. Melissa responded with another moan, slightly louder than the previous one. Again and again, my hands moved up and down her back, with each particularly deep thrust garnering an ever louder moan. I loved how much Melissa was enjoying what I was doing, her pleasure and relaxation having reached a zen-like state, but eventually, I had to face the sad reality that my arms were getting tired! I slid my hands around her waist, and down to the top of her hips, pulling myself deep inside her again, but this time I kept my hands there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and with each one, I pulled her hips towards me. Faster and faster I pumped into her, and my balls were soon slapping wetly on the backs of her thighs. Melissa's moans became one continuous guttural exhalation, punctuated with every impact. I came hard, and breathing heavily, collapsed onto her back. I nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair on my face and breathing in her scent. Melissa's scent, and make no mistake, everyone has a unique scent, was something that I knew I could never find the words to describe. It was delicate, sweet without being sickly, earthy without being dirty. It was her, it was her essence, that intangible quality that makes something what it is, and I loved it. I breathed her in and sighed, planting a soft kiss on the base of her neck. To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

Cabin Cousins: Part 4 Costumes and characters. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me. "That hit the spot." She said with a sigh. "There's been a lot of that recently." Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?" We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being near each other. Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show you our costumes." I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser. "This is yours." She said, handing me a blue police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video. I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my prisoner?" "As much fun as that could be, no." Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered headdress. "We're the Village People?" I asked. Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you like it?" "I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?" "Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier." She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this." The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face. "Do you... not like it?" I asked. "It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just showed up to the party. Okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination. Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago; and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to be very careful in how I reacted. "Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay. Open your eyes." I did and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low, giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back, bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about the prospect of revealing so much skin. While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous." My antics made Melissa giggle. "Who is she here with?" "I don't know him. Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard." Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her, happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension. When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on the hem of the skirt. "It's more than a bikini." "I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get the right words out for what she wanted to say. I sat on the bed next to her. "It's not too... slutty, is it?" She asked, staring at the floor. Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are." "I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you." "Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and maintaining eye contact. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's stunt double in Red Sonja." I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was a goddess." This got a smile from her. "I think you're biased." "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?" "Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels really good." "You look amazing." "Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I don't know if I can take that." She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her. "It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty." I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my intent. "I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss. "Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and won't have to pretend anymore." "Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you but..." She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear. "It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing my bare ass to everybody." "Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone other than me can see it." Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If people are going to see me, they're going to see you too." I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs, my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants, and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible. "That's fair." Then she said mischievously. "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps." We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her warmly. "I love you." "I love you." She replied. "If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together." I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said. "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six hours." "How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?" "Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not wearing this to the video store." We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top, albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy' section. After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa. "Nice." She said, grinning. Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja. We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well, her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those. The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me. "I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a goddess." "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked suggestively. Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you think I want to do?" Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight." Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line. "That's a challenge I might think about someday." "What about right now?" "Why not?" When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa thought so too. She leaned down and we kissed deeply. I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen will have what she demands." "Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone that made it sound like a command. She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants off, taking the red thong with them. She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down. She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart. I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it. I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me, seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could. My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed. Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum, still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile. "That one was all mine." She purred, before kissing me. I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and held her tight as we kissed. She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn." She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest. Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. "Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the edge of climax. I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the intensity with which I ate her. She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply, with Melissa still twitching occasionally. We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said. "Tasting myself on you is hot." I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating her. "Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play. "Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more." Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat. Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her, marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me, drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside. I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths. When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show, maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her. Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming. Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips. She must have been close because, with an exclamation of primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her. We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other seemingly inexhaustible. Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her, something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a state of utter awe of this woman. "You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words were inadequate to express my feelings. Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I didn't go too far with being in control did I?" I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really hot." She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really good." I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control, particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was. Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have still loved it. "It did." I agreed. "I like this side of you." "What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then the other playfully. She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an inhibition. "The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world needs to see more of this part of you." Then hastily added. "Not in a sexual way, of course." Melissa giggled and then kissed me. "You are all that I want." She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly. I flexed my own, causing my cock to twitch inside of her. We smiled at each other. "I am yours," I said, kissing her. I laid back down, pulling her down on top of me. She sighed in contentment and rested her weight on my chest, nuzzling my neck. We stayed like that for a while, and I could tell that she was beginning to fall asleep. I shifted and urged her to sit up. I stood, and she took my offered hand, following me to her bedroom. We cuddled up under the covers, and both quickly fell asleep. Chapter Fourteen. We woke refreshed from our nap and got dressed in our costumes. Soon we were in my pickup heading to the house where the party was being held. I glanced at Melissa as I drove, and she seemed to be unaware that I wasn't taking the most direct route. We were only a few minutes away from Melissa's apartment, when I turned into the parking lot of the Duluth location of the big box home improvement store I worked for. Butterflies filled my stomach as I prepared myself to set into motion the plan I had devised in the shower earlier that day. "I've got to go in here for a few minutes," I said, parking my truck, but leaving it running. "Ok, I'll be here," Melissa replied with a smile. I smiled back at her, leaned over to give her a quick kiss, and got out of the truck. I walked into the store with purpose. I got back twenty minutes later. Sitting behind the wheel, I looked over at Melissa with a huge grin on my face. She gave me a slightly confused look. "What did you need to get here?" "I have a surprise for you," I said, still unable to stop from smiling. "What is it?" Melissa asked. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. What I had just done, marked a turning point, one of those moments in your life where your life will never be the same again. "I just spoke with the yard manager, then with the store manager, and... as of two weeks from right now, I'll be working out of this store." It took a moment for Melissa to process what I said, her mouth fell open and her eyes began to glisten with the promise of tears. I nodded in silent confirmation, and she threw herself across the bench seat into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed. I felt her joyful tears against my face. "Of course, this all depends on if you're okay with having a roommate..." Melissa laughed, her happiness nearly overwhelming her. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" We kissed again, then rested our foreheads together as we gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing on earth could have taken the smiles off our faces. We glanced over as an old grey-haired couple walked past my truck. They watched us as they passed, smiling at our display of joy and affection. The man put his arm around the woman, pulling her close as they walked and they smiled lovingly at each other. Melissa and I returned our gazes to each other, and we knew that we were both thinking the same thing. That was going to be us someday. A lifetime of love and experiences awaited us, and neither of us could imagine any other way we would want to spend our lives than with each other. On the drive to the party, Melissa sat in the middle of my truck's bench seat, and in between gear shifts, I rested my hand on her inner thigh. I would glance in her direction now and then as I drove, but Melissa never took her eyes off of me. The way she was looking at me made my heart glow. I loved her so much, and knowing that my love was returned, every bit of it and more, was almost enough to make a guy weep with joy. I parked on the street up the block from the party. I shut the truck off and turned to face Melissa. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you," I whispered back. I put a hand to her face and she leaned into my palm as I caressed her cheek. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "As much as I need to be making love to you in our bed right now, I want to do this." Our bed, she had said. I liked that. Melissa smiled at me, knowing that I had picked up on her deliberate word usage. I helped her out of the truck, making sure nobody saw more of her than was appropriate, even though she was still wearing her long coat that covered her down past her knees. We walked up to the house and rang the bell. As we waited, side by side, hand in hand, I said. "I'll be right here next to you the whole time, my warrior queen." She smiled lovingly at me, and I saw any faint trace of self-doubt leave her. She took a deep breath and stood a little straighter, chin raised. The door opened and we were greeted by Ashley's older sister, Debbie, who was hosting the party. "Melissa! I'm glad you could make it. I haven't seen you in forever." Debbie was five years older than Ashley and had moved out of their parent's house four years ago. Her husband's name was Chris, and apparently, he was some kind of Dot Com hotshot. I believed it, as their house was huge, and they both had expensive German sports cars parked in their driveway. Debbie took our coats, and we began to mingle, soon finding Ashley and James. Ashley rushed over and gave Melissa a quick hug. "Wow, you look Amazing!" I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw James give Melissa a good head-to-toe look, and then notice me watching him. Now, I can see how guys might get pissed off by other guys checking out their girlfriends, but I saw it differently. I took it as a compliment to Melissa's stunning beauty, an opinion I wholeheartedly agreed with. Melissa made formal introductions, and I shook hands with Ashley and James in turn. When I shook James' hand, he met my eyes in what seemed like an apology for his wandering eyes. I did my best to subtly show that there was no harm done. We mingled and ate from the lavish catered buffet that Debbie and Chris had provided. I was introduced to more people than I could ever remember. Everywhere we went, eyes followed. There were lustful eyes, admiring eyes, jealous eyes, and yes, when people noticed the obvious outline of my perpetually hard cock barely restrained by my pants, laughing eyes. I didn't care at all about any of our observers, or what they thought about us. My eyes, and my thoughts, were for Melissa alone. I kept true to my word, never left her side all evening, and maintained nearly constant physical contact, be it an arm around her waist, a held hand, or a covert squeeze of an ass cheek. For her part, she seemed to particularly enjoy rubbing her ass against my groin right before we talked to somebody new, or were going to walk anywhere, and when my arm was around her, she had a hand in my back pocket. Again, I didn't care that everyone there saw my arousal. I honestly believed that it would be more out of place to have such a gorgeous woman at my arm all night, and not be constantly turned on. Through it all, Melissa was amazing. She never showed the least bit of self-consciousness or anxiety. I knew she saw how everyone watched her, and as the night went on, I began to believe that she was genuinely enjoying the attention. Our costumes were a hit, not just Melissa's, but the four of us as a group. Everyone cheered as Melissa and I, and Ashley and James, got up and danced when YMCA was played. We each had a glass of the strongly spiked punch, but neither of us had the desire to get drunk. We seemed to be the exception though. As the party began to wind down, intoxicated couples could be found making out on couches and comfy chairs, with one pair doing a little more than make out under the billiards table. Ashley was one of those who had way too much to drink, and we said our goodbyes as James helped her up the stairs to a guest room that Debbie and Chris had reserved for them. Melissa's eyes met mine, and I saw her fierce need for me shining bright. As much as we both wanted to strip down and fuck like rabbits right then and there, we both agreed silently that we had reached the extent of our exhibitionism. We said goodbye, thanked Debbie and Chris, who were quite intoxicated themselves, and left. The night air was heavy in a way that hinted at impending snowfall, and the wind blew cold and humid off of Lake Superior. Melissa held her coat tightly around herself as we rushed to my truck. Once in the truck and moving, I revved the engine more than I usually did to get the engine up to temp a little faster. The air from the vents soon turned warm, and Melissa opened her coat. She was sitting next to me again, with one leg on either side of the shifter. She had let her skirt ride up, and between gear shifts, I rested my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her with my fingertips through her satin thong. She had a hand on my crotch, and slowly stroked me through my pants. The trip back was fairly short, only about ten miles. Halfway there I asked her. "Why does it seem like it's taking forever to get back to your apartment?" "Our apartment." Melissa reminded me with a smile. I glanced at her with a grin. I did like the sound of that. "It's because neither of us can wait until this beautiful cock of yours is inside me." She gave my cock a squeeze to accentuate her words. When we neared her, our apartment, she said in a casual tone that was betrayed by the lustful intensity with which she was looking at me. "When that door closes, you'll have about ten seconds to get naked before I start tearing these clothes off of you." Turns out, she didn't even give me that long. As I bumped my back against the door to push it all the way closed, Melissa attacked my belt, getting it unbuckled with amazing quickness. Before I knew it, my pants were around my ankles and Melissa was on her knees taking me into her mouth. I could do nothing but moan and lean against the door as she implemented every trick she had learned so far. My legs felt wobbly as she expertly brought all of the evening's pent-up sexual energy to the fore. I looked down and met the fierce eyes of my warrior queen. In mere moments, she had brought me to the verge of orgasm. I was just seconds away from cumming, when she stopped, taking me out of her mouth. The sudden absence of sensation took my breath away. Melissa looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not yet." She said, giving the underside of my glans the slightest of licks. I shivered at the contact. I was so close. She watched me intently, giving me another tiny lick now and then, keeping me right at the brink. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Almost involuntarily, I grasped the back of her head, pulling her mouth over me. She didn't resist and sucked with renewed vigor. Her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been waiting for me to make her continue, that she had wanted me to take what I wanted. Melissa massaged my balls as I came. My legs nearly gave out, as I filled her mouth with my seed. Four, five, six strong spurts. It felt like the entire content of my balls was shooting into her. Her eyes showed her joy at what she was able to do to me. She took me out of her mouth and ran her hands up my chest as she stood slowly. I reached out and grabbed her, quickly pulled her up the last bit, and locked my mouth with hers. She hadn't swallowed this time, and I could tell that I had indeed cum much more than usual. We moaned softly as we kissed, sharing my hot cum back and forth. When finally it was gone, we broke to catch our breath. Melissa looked at me with a sly smile. "If I am your warrior queen, then you are my king. A king is fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what he wants." "I want you. All of you." I squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tightly against me. She sighed with pleasure as my still-hard cock pressed against the satin of her thong. I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum with my tongue. Then I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I'm going to make you cum again, and again, and again, until you're a sweaty, sticky, twitching mess." As I spoke, her breathing became heavier. She was practically panting in anticipation. "After that, I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you, and make love to you, and not stop until I physically can't do it anymore. That is what I desire." When our eyes met again, the look of love and passion I saw was so raw, so pure and powerful, that it burned itself into my memory. From that moment, whenever I thought about the way Melissa looked at me, I remembered that one look first and foremost. "My king will have what he demands." She whispered. I led her to our bed and carried through on my promise. How many times did I make her cum while eating her? Honestly, I lost track after the first few. One orgasm rolled into the next, and into the next, until she was indeed a sweaty, sticky, quivering mess. When I finally entered her, I paced myself, pumping hard into her at times, and slowing or even stopping inside her at others. I wanted to make it last as long as I could while making her cum as many times as possible. We switched positions many times. When I would start to get tired, she would roll me onto my back and ride me until she came again, then we would switch positions, all without my cock ever leaving her hot and silky wetness. I ended up cumming inside her twice, and though we had continued to make love, I was not able to cum a third time. We lay together on sweat-damp sheets, facing each other, limbs intertwined, and both utterly exhausted. My lips were numb from kissing, and it seemed like every muscle in my entire body was sore from exertion. Melissa giggled tiredly. "What?" I asked, finding her adorable giggle as infectious as always. "So that's what it takes to completely satisfy my sexual desire." We both laughed, and she kissed me sweetly on the lips. "I need to work on my cardio." Melissa giggled again. "It'll get easier, you just need to keep at it." Giggling with her, I quipped. "Keep at it? I thought you were completely satisfied." "For today, yes," Melissa responded, and we both laughed again. We hugged each other tightly. Melissa sighed and caressed my cheek. "Thank you." She said softly. "For?" I asked. "For giving me courage tonight. I really did enjoy wearing that costume. Not just for you, but for me. I don't think I could have done it without you." I gave her a sweet kiss. "Even though you're more brave and amazing than you give yourself credit for, I will always be right here. Whatever we face, we'll face it together." Her eyes glowed with her love. "I'll be here for you too. Forever." "Forever," I repeated, and we kissed sweetly. We both knew without a doubt that ours was a love that would last until the end of time. When we said "forever", we meant it. Neither of us had ever known anything so surely as we knew this. As thoughts of spending the rest of my life with this glorious woman passed through my mind, I drifted off to sleep in her loving arms. Chapter Fifteen. We awoke in our bed, still in each other's arms. We stretched and embraced tightly. "Good morning, my love," Melissa whispered. "Good morning, wonderful," I responded with a kiss. I knew that I wasn't alone in thinking that I could easily spend the whole day in bed, even if we did nothing but hold each other and rest, but nature was calling. We got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat to pee, I turned on the shower, making sure it was set to Melissa's preferred temperature of just below scalding. She stood, and it was my turn to relieve myself. It occurred to me that it was likely neither of us had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex use the toilet before. We watched each other, but it wasn't weird, gross, or embarrassing. I mean, after all of our intimate contact thus far, this was nothing. But it did remind me of how thoroughly and completely we were bonded to each other. There were no secrets between us, no need for shyness or reservations. In every aspect, we were one entity. When I finished, Melissa pulled me into the shower. We washed each other, toweled off, and returned to our bedroom. Melissa went towards her dresser, obviously thinking that it was time to get dressed. I had other plans. I held her hand and stopped her near the bed. "Lay face down," I said pointing to the bed. She gave me her little smile, the one she kept just for me, and complied. I knelt over her feet and began massaging them. I massaged her legs thoroughly, enjoying her relaxed sighs. When I massaged her firm ass, I could see the moisture of her arousal seeping out of her. I bent over and kissed one of her perfect ass cheeks. Melissa giggled. "Kiss my ass." I chuckled and kissed the other cheek. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she gasped quietly when I made contact with her wetness. While one hand rubbed her back at the base of her spine, I eased the thumb of the other into her. I slowly worked it in and out, brushing her clit with my index finger with every stroke. Before she came, I eased off and stopped. I wiped my wet fingers on my cock, and shifted forward. She arched her back in eager anticipation. I entered her slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go. Melissa moaned with satisfaction. I leaned down and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Whispering, I said. "I hope you don't mind if I just stay right there for a while. I'm not done with my massage yet." She made only a happy moan in response. As I began to slowly slide my cock in and out, I gripped her shoulders and began to knead her muscles. She made continuous sighs of relaxation as I worked my way down her back, all the while, keeping a steady, slow rhythm with my cock. When I reached the bottom of her spine, I pulled her waist towards me, getting that extra bit deeper with one slow thrust. Melissa moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow. My massaging hands worked their way back up to her shoulders, and I grasped them firmly, pulling myself deep into her once again. Melissa responded with another moan, slightly louder than the previous one. Again and again, my hands moved up and down her back, with each particularly deep thrust garnering an ever louder moan. I loved how much Melissa was enjoying what I was doing, her pleasure and relaxation having reached a zen-like state, but eventually, I had to face the sad reality that my arms were getting tired! I slid my hands around her waist, and down to the top of her hips, pulling myself deep inside her again, but this time I kept my hands there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and with each one, I pulled her hips towards me. Faster and faster I pumped into her, and my balls were soon slapping wetly on the backs of her thighs. Melissa's moans became one continuous guttural exhalation, punctuated with every impact. I came hard, and breathing heavily, collapsed onto her back. I nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair on my face and breathing in her scent. Melissa's scent, and make no mistake, everyone has a unique scent, was something that I knew I could never find the words to describe. It was delicate, sweet without being sickly, earthy without being dirty. It was her, it was her essence, that intangible quality that makes something what it is, and I loved it. I breathed her in and sighed, planting a soft kiss on the base of her neck. To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

En el disco 'Italia', del trompetista alemán Till Brönner, canciones como 'Travolti da un insolito destino', 'La donna invisibile', de Ennio Morricone, 'Amarsi un po' de Lucio Battisti, 'Via con me' -con la voz de Mario Biondi- de Paolo Conte o 'Parole parole' con la voz de la italiana Chiara Civello que, en 2014, publicó 'Canzoni', disco también de canciones italianas como 'Metti una sera a cena', de Morricone, 'Una sigaretta' o 'Senza fine' de Gino Paoli con la salvedad de 'Les moulins de mon coeur', del francés Michel Legrand, adaptada al italiano y compartida con Esperanza Spalding. En 2021, Chiara Civello se animó a grabar todo un disco de canciones francesas: 'My way', la versión que hizo en inglés Paul Anka de 'Comme ´habitude', 'Col tempo', versión italiana de Gino Paoli de 'Avec le temps' de Léo Ferré, y 'Que reste-t-il de nos amours' de Charles Trenet. Despedida con Till Brönner y Bob James tocando 'Late night' de su disco a dúo 'On vacation'.Escuchar audio

Giocare col fuoco: storie, canzoni, poesie di e con Fabrizio Coppola Una puntata speciale sulle manifestazioni del 3 ottobre. Musica con Badly Drawn Boy, Ennio Morricone, Yo Yo Ma, Ghali.

On this episode of Remainders we watch the classic John Carpenter film, The Thing. To start our 80s Horror Remake marathon, we begin with John Carpenter's remake about a group of researchers facing off against an alien lifeform capable of imitating any life form. A classic study of paranoia, The Thing has gone from box-office bomb to all-time classic. We get into the practical effects, horror themes, and masterful direction, the legendary careers of John Carpenter and Kurt Russell, and the legacy it's had on Tarantino's career and horror movies overall.Other topics include the role of 80s horror in film history, Ennio Morricone and the Razzies, One Battle After Another and VistaVision, Jaws 50th anniversary, and revisiting the 2010 Wolfman.Songs of the WeekDracula by Philip Glass & Kronos QuartetDead Sound by The RaveonettesRemainders Podcast Jukebox PlaylistWebsiteFacebookInstagramYouTubeTwitter

Bringing silent films to life in Lockhart again!Welcome back to 78644 Podcast! In this episode host Steven Collins visits the Gaslight-Baker Theatre to chat with composer and musician Justin Sherburn. Justin shares how he creates live music for silent films with his group Montopolis. He talks about scoring the Western film Return of Draw Egan using music by Ennio Morricone, and how comedians rewrote the film's dialogue to make it funny. He also shares how Montopolis began, his love for mixing music with film, and why he enjoys performing at art house cinemas across the country.Guests in This Episode:Justin Sherburn - Composer and musician, on scoring The Return of Draw Egan at the Gaslight-Baker Theatre.What's Inside:How Justin mixes live music with old silent films to make them fun again.Why he used Ennio Morricone's music for a Western comedy show.The story of starting Montopolis and doing shows in cool theaters.His love for mixing art, music, and film in one live show.Why he thinks small art cinemas are special and full of smart people.Timestamps:[00:00] - Steven visits Gaslight Baker Theatre to meet Justin Sherburn[00:45] - Scoring Return of Draw Egan with Morricone's music[01:30] - Mixing comedy into silent films with rewritten dialogue cards[03:32] - Why Justin digs deep into Ennio Morricone's lesser-known tracks[04:09] - How he picks funky ‘70s music for old Western scenes[05:32] - The story of starting Montopolis with The Red Balloon[06:38] - Touring art house cinemas and why Justin loves these creative spacesFollow Our Guests:Justin Sherburn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/justin-sherburn-477ba621Gaslight Baker Theater: https://mygbt.org/ / https://www.instagram.com/gaslightbaker/ https://www.facebook.com/GaslightBaker/ Follow our Host:Steven Collins: https://www.instagram.com/deadmanonlineThis Episode is Sponsored by:Wella Foods: https://www.instagram.com/wellafoods/Thunderbird Bar: https://www.instagram.com/thunderbirdbar/ PrintingSolutionstx: https://www.instagram.com/printingsolutionstx/ Gaslight-Baker Theatre: https://www.instagram.com/gaslightbaker/ Courthouse Nights: https://www.instagram.com/courthousenights/ Crystal Glaze Photography: https://www.instagram.com/crystalglazephotography/ Gray Beard Films: https://www.instagram.com/graybeardfilms/ Texas Hatters - HishatLady: https://www.instagram.com/hishatlady/Follow 78644 Podcast:Website: https://www.78644podcast.com/ Facebook: https://web.facebook.com/people/78644-Podcast/100089192381124/ Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/78644podcast/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@78644PodcastSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/78644/exclusive-content

Western. Del Oeste. De Vaqueros. Hay muchas maneras de mencionar a un género que tuvo un esplendor hace décadas, pero que aún hoy da buenas películas. Grandes directores, actores y composiciones han pasado por él, John Ford, John Wayne, Gregory Peck, Gary Cooper, James Stewart, Sergio Leone, Clint Eastwood, Dimitri Tiomkin, Elmer Bernstein o Ennio Morricone son algunos de ellos. En esta selección no están todas, ha sido muy difícil elegir principalmente la de la época dorada, pero os prometo que habrá más partes. Espero que disfrutes de la proyección y viva el western... Listado de temas – Especial Western – Programa 199 1. Richard Hageman – La Diligencia (1939) 2. Dimitri Tiomkin – Duelo al Sol (1946) 3. Dimitri Tiomkin – Solo ante el Peligro (1952) 4. Max Steiner – Centauros del Desierto (1956) 5. Jerome Moross – Horizontes de Grandeza (1958) 01:05:54 6. Dimitri Tiomkin – El Álamo (1960) 7. Elmer Bernstein – Los 7 Magníficos (1960) 8. Alfred Newman – La Conquista del Oeste (1962) Suite 1 9. Alfred Newman – La Conquista del Oeste (1962) Suite 2 10. Cyril J. Mockridge – El Hombre que Mató a Liberty Valance (1962) 02:22:23 11. Ennio Morricone – Por un Puñado de Dólares (1964) 12. Ennio Morricone – La Muerte Tenía un Precio (1965) 13. Ennio Morricone – El Bueno, el Feo y el Malo (1967) 14. Ennio Morricone – Érase una Vez en el Oeste (1969) 15. Marcello Giombini – Oro Negro (Sabata) (1969) 16. Elmer Bernstein – Valor de Ley (1969) 03:48:58 17. Burt Bacharach – Dos Hombres y un Destino (1969) 18. Jerry Fielding – Grupo Salvaje (1969) 19. John Williams – Los Cowboys (1972) 20. Elmer Bernstein – El Tirador (1976) 21. David Mansfield – La Puerta del Cielo (1980) 04:51:39 22. John Barry – La Leyenda del Llanero Solitario (1981) 23. Bruce Broughton – Silverado (1985) 24. Alan Silvestri – Jóvenes Jinetes II (1990) 25. John Barry – Bailando con Lobos (1990) 26. Lennie Niehaus – Sin Perdón (1992) 05:53:39 27. Bruce Broughton – Tombstone (1993) 28. James Newton Howard - Wyatt Earp (1994) 29. Ry Cooder – El Último Hombre (1996) 30. Carter Burwell - El Álamo (2004) 31. Michael Kamen - Open Range (2004) 32. Reinhold Heil & Johnny Klimek & David Schwartz – Deadwood (2004) 07:12:27 33. Marco Beltrami – El tren de las 3:10 (2007) 34. Carter Burwell – Valor del Ley (2011) 35. Luis Balacov & Ennio Morricone - Django Desencadenado (2012) 36. Hans Zimmer – El Llanero Solitario (2013) 37. Ennio Morricone – Los Odiosos Ocho (2015) Despedida John Debney – Horizon: Capítulo 1 (2024) Telegram: https://t.me/+RouezCycwBk1NGU0 X: @AcomodadorEl

Toda história é contada depois, até porque não se sabe o final, e esse final não é no futuro que ainda não foi sentido e não é no passado que já foi contado, é no presente onde é vivido. Então, viva o hoje e escute o podcast da semana acompanhado de Ennio Morricone com Il pinguino. Obrigado.

Alberto Schiavone"Tributo a Georges Simenon"Festa del Raccontohttps://www.festadelracconto.it/Festa del RaccontoGiovedì 2 ottobre 2025, ore 20:30Carpi, Cinema EdenTributo a Georges SimenonBruno Gambarotta dialoga con Alberto Schiavonea seguire proiezione di Panico (Panique, Francia/1946) di Julien Duvivier, 100 minutiLa Festa del Racconto celebra venti edizioni e dall'1 al 5 ottobre torna ad animare piazze e luoghi nei Comuni di Carpi, Campogalliano, Novi di Modena e Soliera. Attraverso un ricco programma di appuntamenti, oltre sessanta, che celebrano tutte le forme della narrazione, la Festa accoglie numerosi protagonisti tra cui la scrittrice spagnola Alicia Giménez-Bartlett, la giornalista britannica Tania Branigan, i giornalisti Luca Sofri, Francesco Costa, i fumettisti Daniele Kong e Zuzu e numerosi autori italiani: Felicia Kingsley, Valeria Parrella, Paolo Nori, Paolo Di Paolo, Domenico Starnone, Marcello Fois, Elena Stancanelli, Chiara Francini, Matteo Nucci, Piergiorgio Pulixi, Marco Malvaldi, Antonio Albanese, Teresa Ciabatti. Spazio a numerosi appuntamenti speciali tra cui la lectio di Paolo Giordano, l'incontro di attualità "Gaza. Un'elegia civile", il tributo a classici come Jane Austen, Irène Némirovsky, Stig Dagerman, Georges Simenon, i reading di Antonella Lattanzi, Francesco Piccolo, Paolo Nori e Stefano Nazzi, lo show di stand-up comedy con Stefano Rapone, la musica di Cristiano Godano, lo spettacolo dedicato a Ennio Morricone. Tra le novità il corso di scrittura gratuito "I magnifici Venti" con la Scuola Belleville, dedicato al racconto in omaggio alla XX edizione di Festa e una mostra mercato dedicata al mondo dell'illustrazione. Letture, spettacoli, mostre, racconti, gruppi di lettura, laboratori, colazioni letterarie e l'incontro con Federico Taddia a settant'anni dalla scomparsa di Albert Einstein sono le attività in programma per bambini e ragazzi.Se Georges Simenon è stato indubbiamente uno scrittore instancabile, lo stesso possiamo dire del suo pubblico di lettori e lettrici: il fascino dell'autore belga sembra infatti rinnovarsi continuamente e alimentarsi di una forza sempre più contagiosa. Bruno Gambarotta – scrittore, giornalista, autore televisivo e radiofonico che ha fatto la storia della RAI – ha avuto il privilegio di incontrare Simenon di persona nel 1963, mentre Alberto Schiavone è l'autore, insieme a Maurizio Lacavalla, del graphic novel Alfabeto Simenon, un omaggio alla vita e all'opera dello scrittore considerato da molti il più grande del Novecento. Schiavone e Gambarotta si confrontano sulle ragioni della loro passione comune per rispondere alla domanda: perché non smetteremo mai di leggere Simenon?Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

En el programa de hoy hablaremos de “EL BUENO, EL FEO Y EL MALO”, última película dirigida por Sergio Leone de la llamada trilogía del dólar, que comenzó con “Por un puñado de dólares”, siguió con “La muerte tenía un precio” y terminó a lo grande, con esta maravilla de película, vestida con una gloriosa banda sonora de Ennio Morricone, que como dice uno de nuestros contertulios, se erige como auténtica protagonista de la película. Para hablar de la película nos reunimos Javier Jiménez de Sevilla y Paco Dolz de Valencia, con Alejandro González, que siempre nos ayuda en los westerns y Oscar Salazar, también colaborador de nuestros programas, que tenía que estar en este programa por una razón muy especial. No podemos prescindir de Unai Aizpurúa de Donosti, que es el mago que no aparece en la imagen, pero es quien hace malabares para que este programa grabado en directo fluya de la forma más ágil posible. Sergio Leone es un director que había trabajado como director de segunda unidad en películas de gran presupuesto en Italia y aunque debutó con "El coloso de Rodas", prácticamente “Por un puñado de dólares” en 1964, es su primera película personal como director. Un film de muy bajo presupuesto, 200.000 dólares, que recaudó casi 20 millones de dólares. El inesperado éxito de la película sorprendió a todos, convirtiéndose en un fenómeno de tal envergadura que en Italia se dejaron de rodar peplums y todos querían producir westerns. La siguiente película de Leone "La muerte tenía un precio" con Morricone y Clint Eastwood, partía con un presupuesto de 600.000 dólares y recaudó 25.500.000 de dólares. El mercado ávido de westerns puso en manos de Leone un presupuesto de 1.200.000 dólares para rodar otro western, así llegó a las pantallas “El bueno, el feo y el malo”, que hizo una taquilla cercana a los 40 millones de dólares. Es la que cerraba la llamada trilogía del dólar, o del “hombre sin nombre”. Estos tres peliculones se estrenaron en tan solo tres años. 1964 “Por un puñado de dólares”, 1965 “La muerte tenía un precio” y 1966 “El bueno, el feo y el malo”.

In episode 18 of (Pop) Cultural Marxism, Isi and Ajay spend some time with a handful of big news items at the intersection of politics and media—from the Skydance-Paramount merger (and other instances of media market concentration) and its implications for American newsmedia (and its potential new gatekeepers); to Charlie Kirk's assassination, its aftermath, its mediations with mass cultural objects (like alleged HellDivers II bullet etchings or Nepalese protestors with One Piece flags); the culture industry's failure to perform even its therapeutic function; and the growing exclusivity of once-accessible arts venues and performance spaces! A wide ranging discussion of summer media diets follows, beginning with Isi's recent love affair with the Western genre. The two discuss their shared fondness for Sergio Leone and Ennio Morricone's many collaborations and the unmatched brilliance of HBO's Deadwood. Turning to the world of gaming, Ajay considers tragic endings (Expedition 33, the Death Stranding franchise), slow gaming (Herdling), and the relationship between gaming and choreography (Split Fiction). Also under consideration: what Joe Wright's miniseries, Mussolini: Son of the Century, gets right about the fascist imaginary; what Len Wiseman's Ballerina gets wrong about the appeal of John Wick; and what Foundation and The Sandman suggest about the challenges of adaptation and the culture industry's recent predilection for a 21st century spin on classical tragedy. Along the way, they return repeatedly to a longstanding PCM preoccupation with medium-specificity as well as the general bleakness seeping into the cultural reflections of this historical moment.   (Pop) Cultural Marxism is produced by Ryan Lentini. Learn more about upcoming courses on our website. Follow Brooklyn Institute for Social Research on Twitter / Facebook / Instagram / Bluesky.  

Guglielmo Incerti Caselli"Manu Scribere Festival"Festival della scrittura a manowww.manuscribere.itA Bologna per 3 Giorni di Incontri e Laboratori dal titoloVenerdì 19, Sabato 20, Domenica 21 Settembre 2025TRAME D'INCHIOSTRO: scrittura e grafologia fra gialli, crimini e misteriMANU SCRIBERE vuole in primo luogo promuovere, diffondere e difendere il valore della scrittura a mano come grande e insostituibile patrimonio dell'uomo, che trova nella scrittura la sua vera espressione unica e inimitabile.E come patrimonio dell'umanità si chiederà l'impegno all'UNESCO di proteggere la manoscrittura corsiva.Il Crime e il giallo sono il focus tematico della quarta edizione del Festival “Manu Scribere”, il primo festival italiano dedicato alla Scrittura a Mano, promosso dall'Associazione Grafologica Italiana (AGI), che si terrà il 19, 20 e 21 settembre a Bologna alla Biblioteca Salaborsa e al Teatro di Villa Aldrovandi Mazzacorati.Il titolo di questa edizione è: TRAME D'INCHIOSTRO: scrittura e grafologia fra gialli, crimini e misteri. Tutti gli incontri sono a ingresso libero fino a esaurimento posti.«Questa manifestazione, nata dall'idea di promuovere e riscoprire la scrittura manuale, in un'epoca dominata dalla tecnologia digitale, si propone di sensibilizzare il pubblico sull'importanza di preservare questa competenza, spesso sottovalutata. La scrittura a mano, infatti, non è solo un gesto quotidiano, ma anche uno strumento di comunicazione molto più profondo e personale, capace di rivelare aspetti nascosti della persona e delle emozioni di chi scrive. Attraverso incontri, workshop, laboratori e spettacoli, il Festival mira a divulgare il valore della grafologia, una disciplina che permette di interpretare lo scrivente e il suo stato d'animo attraverso il modo di scrivere.» dichiara Guglielmo Incerti Caselli, presidente nazionale di A.G.I.Venerdì 19 settembre, il festival inaugura alle ore 21 al Teatro di Villa Aldrovandi Mazzacorati, con Note di Mistero. Un viaggio attraverso le colonne sonore di film gialli e polizieschi passando dall'analisi delle scritture dei grandi compositori che le hanno rese indimenticabili come Ennio Morricone, Fabio Frizzi, Nicola Piovani, Stelvio Cipriani e Piero Umiliani. L'analisi grafologica è affidata all'esperta grafologa Roberta Raimondi, mentre l'esecuzione dei brani vedrà sul palcoscenico del teatro, un prezioso gioiello settecentesco, unico in Italia per la sua acustica, gli allievi di Musica Applicata e Musica per Film del Conservatorio G. B. Martini di Bologna.Sabato 20 settembre, all'Auditorium Enzo Biagi della Biblioteca Salaborsa, la giornata si apre alle ore 9.30 con i saluti istituzionali e un breve intervento dell'on. Monica Ciaburro, prima firma per il disegno di legge per l'istituzione della “Settimana Nazionale della Scrittura a Mano”.Seguirà il primo incontro dal titolo Panoramica criminologica e grafologica sulla figura di Pietro Pacciani attraverso l'analisi di suo materiale cartaceo vergato a mano. Ne parleranno Marco Monzani, Direttore di SCRIVI – Centro Universitario di Studi e Ricerche in Scienze Criminologiche e Vittimologia, docente di Psicologia giuridica, Vittimologia, Scienze criminologiche e vittimologiche e Storia del pensiero criminolo- gico, Istituto Universitario IUSVE di Venezia e Verona e Roberto Taddeo, autore di MDF La storia del Mostro di Firenze (Mimesis, 2023), curatore de Il labirinto del Mostro di Firenze (Mimesis, 2025), direttore della collana Le notti della Repubblica (Mimesis) e consulente della Commissione parlamentare sui fatti del Forteto, una serie di casi di molestie sessuali e pedofilia accaduti all'interno dell'omonima comunità. La grafologa Alessandra Cervellati analizzerà le grafie di Pacciani e degli altri protagonisti del caso.Alle 11 nell'incontro Era mio figlio e voleva uccidermi, il pubblico ascolterà dalla viva voce di Monica Marchioni la testimonianza di una madre che ha vissuto una tragedia ai confini dell'immaginabile, raccolta per la prima volta dalla giornalista e criminologa Cristina Battista, in un libro dall'omonimo titolo pubblicato da Minerva. Monica Marchioni, in dialogo con Battista ripercorrerà le tappe dell'evento delittuoso, il prima e il dopo di quella terribile notte in cui il proprio figlio, Alessandro Leon, cercò di assassinarla con un piatto di penne al salmone, cercando di rispondere all'interrogativo: come si può sopravvivere ad una ferita così profonda?Alle 12.15 appuntamento con Unabomber ti scrivo con Fabio Poletti. Poletti ha una lunga carriera giornalistica alle spalle: dagli esordi a Radio Popolare al quotidiano La Stampa dove per moltissimi anni ha scritto di politica, cronaca e vicende umane. Oggi collabora con NuoveRadici.World e con la Fondazione Gariwo, per cui è coautore del libro Vita e libertà contro il fondamentalismo, (Mimesis). Poletti racconterà della sua corrispondenza personale con Theodore John Kaczynski, detto Ted, il famigerato UNABOMBER americano. Fabio Poletti è uno dei 5 giornalisti al mondo ad aver intessuto una corrispondenza con lui. La grafologa Iride Conficoni aiuterà a comprendere alcuni aspetti della figura di questo efferato criminale analizzandone la grafia.Alle 15.00 Lettere anonime… o no? Nella scrittura anonima l'autore tenta di spogliarsi delle proprie abitudini grafiche per non farsi riconoscere, ricorrendo alle strategie più varie: dallo scrivere con la mano opposta, all'utilizzo dello stampato, che – rispetto allo stile corsivo – è generalmente povero di elementi individualizzanti che ne permettono il riconoscimento. Ma è proprio così? Ce lo sveleranno alcuni grafologi forensi: Eleonora Gaudenzi, criminalista esperta in grafologia forense, collaboratrice del Dipartimento Peritale di AGI e referente istituzionale Ministero di Giustizia per AGI; Patrizia Pavan, criminalista esperta in grafologia forense e firme biometriche, coordinatrice e responsabile della formazione del Dipartimento Peritale A.G.I., docente al Laboratorio di Grafologia Forense nel Corso di Licenza/Laurea Magistrale in Psicologia clinico-giuridica presso IUSVE a Verona e Salvatore Musio, criminalista certificato in grafologia forense e F.E.A., in analisi della scena del crimine, in dattiloscopia e in antropometria e tratti somatici. Nell'incontro, moderato dalla grafologa Valeria Angelini, responsabile Relazioni Istituzionali AGI, si prenderanno in esame alcuni casi di lettere anonime che gli esperti e le esperte hanno affrontato nel corso della loro carriera.Alle 16.30 Fabio Trizzino, avvocato dei figli del giudice Borsellino e patrono della parte civile nel processo Borsellino quater sarà protagonista dell'incontro Il particolare contributo della scienza grafologica nell'ambito del processo sul depistaggio della strage di via D'Amelio. Insieme alle grafologhe Rosaria Calvauna ed Eleonora Gaudenzi riferirà come sono arrivati a smascherare l'autore delle note a margine sui verbali del processo.La giornata si chiuderà alle 18.00 con Storie di donne che hanno ucciso. Le radici della violenza femminile. Lidia Fogarolo, analista e perita grafologa, consulente di Tecnica Giudiziaria, docente di Grafologia e Criminologia presso Forensic Science Academy (Master Biennale di Criminologia e Scienze Forensi) racconterà storie di assassine, mettendo in luce alcuni tratti peculiari degli omicidi commessi da donne, che rappresentano solo il 5%, in un mondo in cui statisticamente l'omicidio con una percentuale pari al 95% è da attribuirsi al maschile.Domenica 21 settembre, alle ore 11.00, sempre all'Auditorium di Salaborsa, si terrà l'evento Dalla strage di Erba al caso Yara – Lettere dal Carcere di Olindo Romano e Massimo Bossetti.Marco Oliva, giornalista televisivo, inviato di “Quarto grado” (Mediaset), conduttore di “Iceberg Lombardia” (Telelombardia) e “Lombardia nera” tutti i giorni su Antenna Tre, alla ribalta del piccolo schermo per commentare i più casi di cronaca nera più conosciuti, sarà in dialogo con Patrizia Caselli, attrice, autrice e conduttrice TV, per parlare della corrispondenza privata Olindo Romano e Massimo Bossetti, tengono da anni con Marco Oliva. Alla grafologa Carla Salmaso è affidata l'analisi delle grafie.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

Continuing our new Italian Exploitation strand for the Bristol Cult Film Society Cult Film Podcast Podcast! Every month John 'The Blu-Ray Bloodhound' Kirk and Shameful Steve exhume the best in Italian exploitation! This month it's #Shameless's new 4K of Four Flies On Grey Velvet! How sexy is that? Unpack this prestige box set with us right now and find out where it fits in the Argento canon, what Ennio Morricone contributed, which relationship change exposes the murderer quite early on, and what the blooming heck #RafaellaCarra has to do with anything! #cultmovies #italiancultmovies # Argento # DarioArgento #Cozzi #LuigiCozzi #giallo #gialli #tworonnies Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Real Country and Western Music We are pulling out the 6th record of this seven record set that has really grown on me over the four and a half years of this show. Reader's Digest has compiled 83 classic country and western songs and arranged them in themes…all completely unabridged, unlike stories we would usually see from that publication. One side of this record features songs from the dusty trail. The other side features theme songs from Western TV and Movies. So, get ready to hear what is technically Tumbling Tumbleweeds Part 6 in Volume 246: Western Trails. For more information about this album, see the Discogs webpage for it.  Credits and copyrights Various – Tumbling Tumbleweeds Label: Reader's Digest – RDA-229 / A Format: 7 x Vinyl, LP, Compilation Box Set Released: 1982 Genre: Folk, World, & Country Style: Country We are pulling out Record six of this seven record box set and we'll hear eight of the 11 songs on sides K and L. Al Caiola - Theme From Bonanza written by Ray Evans, Jay Livingston This version was released in 1961 and became a hit song. Hugo Montenegro - The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo  written by Ennio Morricone who first recorded it in 1966 Hugo released his version in December 1967 and it was a hit song. Roy Rogers (King of the Cowboys) with Orchestra conducted by Perry Botkin - Along The Navajo Trail written by Eddie DeLange, Dick Charles, Larry Markes They released this version in September 1945. The Sons Of The Pioneers - Along The Santa Fe Trail written by Al Dubin, Hugh Williams, Edwina Coolidge This version was released in 1955, more than 10 years after recording it. The Sons Of The Pioneers - Twilight On The Trail written by Louis Alter, Sidney D. Mitchell Released in March 1960. Al Caiola - Theme From The Magnificent Seven written by Elmer Bernstein Released in September 1960. Warren Barker - Theme From Gunsmoke written by Glenn Spencer, Rex Koury Barker recorded his version in 1959 Roy Rogers and Dale Evans with The Whippoorwills and Orchestra - Happy Trails This was the First recording on April 21, 1952 I do not own the rights to this music. ASCAP, BMI licenses provided by third-party platforms for music that is not under Public Domain. #countryandwestern #wevegotbothkinds #oldcountrymusic #musichistory #vinylcollecting #vinylrecords #musicalmemories #fyp

Nos reunimos para abarcar una saga de fantasía clásica peculiar desarrollada por, el maestro del terror, Stephen King. En este podcast tocaremos los 4 primeros libros (El pistolero, La llegada de los tres, Las tierras baldías y Mago y cristal). Ajústate tu sombrero, enfúndate el revólver y prepara tus botas para el largo camino del haz que nos llevará hasta la Torre Oscura (en un próximo programa 😉). Participan: Eusebio Arias y Jose "Nok" Contreras Edita: Jose "Nok" Contreras Música de Ennio Morricone, the Beatles, Ray Charles, ZZ Top, The Wizard of Oz (BSO) y the Death South.

Grandes compositores de bandas sonoras …. John Barry, Ennio Morricone, Conrad Pope… los almerienses Gata Brass Band, el guitarrista de Cerdeña Roberto Tola, la fusión cósmica de de Elkano Browning Bream. Ryuichi Sakamoto cob David Sylvian…. El jazz universal de Gerge Benson y Neil Larsen.DISCO 1 ENNIO MORRICONE Duck, You Sucker (From “A Fistful Of Dynamite”DISCO 2 JOHN BARRY Theme From Indecent ProposalDISCO 3 GATA BRASS BAND UtopíaDISCO 4 ROBERTO TOLA Bossa Amor (Wave of love)DISCO 5 BURT BACHARACH Wives & LoversDISCO 6 ELKANO BROWNING CREAM Sigi SagaDISCO 7 NEIL LARSEN Flying ByDISCO 8 RYUICHI SAKAMOTO & DAVID SYLVIAN Forbidden Colors (From Cinemage)DISCO 9 GEORGE BENSON Affirmation (Weekend In London)DISCO 10 CONRAD POPE Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of (REMEBERIN MARILYN)Escuchar audio

Nos reunimos para abarcar una saga de fantasía clásica peculiar desarrollada por, el maestro del terror, Stephen King. En este podcast tocaremos los 4 primeros libros (El pistolero, La llegada de los tres, Las tierras baldías y Mago y cristal). Ajústate tu sombrero, enfúndate el revólver y prepara tus botas para el largo camino del haz que nos llevará hasta la Torre Oscura (en un próximo programa 😉). Participan: Eusebio Arias y Jose "Nok" Contreras Edita: Jose "Nok" Contreras Música de Ennio Morricone, the Beatles, Ray Charles, ZZ Top, The Wizard of Oz (BSO) y the Death South. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Nos reunimos para abarcar una saga de fantasía clásica peculiar desarrollada por, el maestro del terror, Stephen King. En este podcast tocaremos los 4 primeros libros (El pistolero, La llegada de los tres, Las tierras baldías y Mago y cristal). Ajústate tu sombrero, enfúndate el revólver y prepara tus botas para el largo camino del haz que nos llevará hasta la Torre Oscura (en un próximo programa 😉). Participan: Eusebio Arias y Jose "Nok" Contreras Edita: Jose "Nok" Contreras Música de Ennio Morricone, the Beatles, Ray Charles, ZZ Top, The Wizard of Oz (BSO) y the Death South.

durée : 01:59:10 - Brésils en Europe - par : Thierry Jousse, Laurent Valero - Dès le début des années 60, à la faveur de l'explosion de la bossa nova, les musiques brésiliennes ont beaucoup essaimé en Europe. Petit passage en revue de cette véritable diaspora brésilienne où l'on croisera, entre autres, Georges Moustaki, Ennio Morricone ou le grand guitariste Baden Powell… Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

CONTENT WARNING: Discussion of sex work, sexual assault. Spaghetti westerns are their own unique style, their own flavor, and one of the key issues is the dialogue is almost always sloppy and cheesy. Yet Sergio Leone, a true master of filmmaking, took that to a different artistic height, and really made it perfect with this film. This film is impeccably shot, with spans of John Ford's favorite locations that would make the father of the genre salivate. The cast is top notch, with a truly evil villain made all the more bad by the fact that they got America's Dad to play him. The only thing missing is punchier dialogue, but when it comes to Leone, it's worth the eye rolls to wait for the next incredible shot. Bide your time with a little harmonica as we watch 1968's Once Upon a Time in the West on Have a Good Movie! You can email us with feedback at macintoshandmaud@gmail.com, or you can connect with us on BlueSky! If you like the podcast, please subscribe, rate and review the show on your favorite podcatcher, and tell your friends. Intro and outro music taken from the Second Movement of Ludwig von Beethoven's 9th Symphony. Licensed under an Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Hong Kong (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 HK) license. To hear the full performance or get more information, visit the song page at the Internet Archive. Excerpt taken from "Man With A Harmonica" from the film Once Upon a Time in the West, written and composed by Ennio Morricone. Copyright 1968 Rafran - San Marco Production. Excerpts taken from the main theme to the film Support Your Local Sheriff!, written and composed by Jeff Alexander. Copyright 1969 Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! En esta ocasión vamos a meternos subjetivamente en ese mundo del cómic estadounidense, dedicado a esos tipos musculosos de pijamas de colorines y grandes superpoderes. De la mano del prestigioso dibujante CARLOS PACHECO conoceremos no sólo su obra, sino bastantes aspectos de esta profesión tan mitificada como envidiada. Nuestro invitado es uno de los dibujantes recurrentes de Marvel y DC Cómics, y por sus lápices han pasado colecciones como X-Men, Los Vengadores, Los 4 Fantásticos, Green Lantern, Superman y Batman, entre otros muchos. Una entrevista llena de guiños y chistes a la actualidad del medio. Después estrenaremos una sección en la que el director del programa, Antonio Runa nos retratará desde su perspectiva personal la experiencia de visionado de uno de esos pequeños films de culto entre mucha gente: DONNIE DARKO. En nuestra sección musical, Dando la Nota, el Coronel Kurtz profundizará en la vida y la producción de un compositor de bandas sonoras inolvidables: ENNIO MORRICONE. Y remataremos esta edición con la sección literaria del programa, Negro sobre Blanco, donde Raúl Martin finiquitará su dossier en dos partes dedicado a las novelas del genial contador de historias oníricas NEIL GAIMAN. Por supuesto, todo ello engalanado con la mejor edición que se puede hacer desde estas órbitas, con el particular sentido del humor del programa y con no pocas sorpresas aquí y allá. ¡A escuchar ahora mismo! Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Se la conoce como la Trilogía del Dólar. Se trata de tres películas dirigidas por Sergio Leone, que inauguraron el género del Spaguetti Western. En todos esos films aparecía la figura del antihéroe encarnado por, el entonces desconocido, Clint Eastwood, y sirvió para mostrar un nuevo tipo de pistolero, a todas luces canalla, interesado y egoísta. POR UN PUÑADO DE DÓLARES era la película con la que arrancaba esta extraña saga. Fue la más polémica, pues fue acusada de plagio por otro genio cineasta, pero a día de hoy podemos otorgarle el mérito de ser uno de los mejores remakes “americanizados” de la Historia. Después vino LA MUERTE TENÍA UN PRECIO, donde a Eastwood se sumó un actor con un carisma innegable, Lee Van Cleef, y en donde la música de Ennio Morricone alcanzaba unas cuotas de épica y mito difícilmente superables. El tercer título fue EL BUENO, EL FEO Y EL MALO, probablemente la más laureada y aplaudida por crítica y público, una apuesta por lo políticamente incorrecto, el humor negro y la violencia más sucia que el western podía ofrecer. En todas estas películas, Sergio Leone recuperó un género a un paso de la extinción, para revitalizarlo e inmortalizarlo, en un ejercicio artístico que cambió para siempre la forma de ver este estilo de films. Los cazadores de recompensas que desenfundarán los más rápidos y mortales argumentos, analizando con sus ponchos y sus polvorientos sombreros estas tres obras maestras, serán el General confederado Nathan Kurtz y el Sheriff Antonio Runa. Sé un forajido, escucha un nuevo capítulo de La órbita de Endor. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Composiciones para el cine de Ennio Morricone, que nos dejó hace ya 5 años, grabadas por Kyle Eastwood ('Per le antiche scale'), Charlie Haden y Pat Metheny ('Cinema Paradiso love them', 'Cinema Paradiso main theme'), George Mraz ('Cinema Paradiso'), Yo-Yo Ma (Gabriel's oboe', 'The falls', 'Once upon a time in America: Deborah´s theme', 'Cockeyes song', 'Main theme') o el propio Morricone. Y trabajos suyos para películas menos conocidas, de los años 60 y 70, con piezas influenciadas por el samba jazz y la bossa como 'Waltzer bossa nova', 'Ritratto d´autore', 'Alla serenità', 'Metti una sera cena' o 'Samba in tribunale'. Escuchar audio

CONTENT WARNING: Discussion of brownface. If this movie is the rebirth of the Western, it'd be hard to tell because it's a real mess. It's a classic, and it absolutely makes sense why, but it's also a total mess of a film. No one knows what movie they're supposed to be in, the script is missing a ton of connective tissue, and Steve McQueen has the audacity to be bad at acting and an insufferable tool. Still, Yul Brynner and Charles Bronson are total badasses, and this Western via samurai flick manages to be a little entertaining. But really, just go watch Seven Samurai instead. Round up the gunfighters as we watch The Magnificent Seven on Have a Good Movie! You can email us with feedback at macintoshandmaud@gmail.com, or you can connect with us on BlueSky! If you like the podcast, please subscribe, rate and review the show on your favorite podcatcher, and tell your friends. Intro and outro music taken from the Second Movement of Ludwig von Beethoven's 9th Symphony. Licensed under an Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Hong Kong (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 HK) license. To hear the full performance or get more information, visit the song page at the Internet Archive. Excerpt taken from the theme to the film The Magnificent Seven, written and composed by Elmer Bernstein. Copyright 1960 Metro-Goldwyn-Mayers Studios Inc. All Rights Reserved. Excerpt taken from "Man With A Harmonica" from the film Once Upon a Time in the West, written and composed by Ennio Morricone. Copyright 1968 Rafran - San Marco Production.

durée : 01:59:14 - Retour de plage du vendredi 22 août 2025 - par : Laurent Valero - Quelques hommages pour clore la saison estivale de Retour de plage : à l'acteur "ange et démon" Terence Stamp avec Nino Rota, Ennio Morricone et Ted Curson, à la chanteuse Nancy King, à Sheila Jordan, Theo Bleckmann et d'autres grandes voix comme Ethel Ennis, Sue Raney, Janis Siegel… Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

The Big Mates discuss Burt Bacharach, The Zombies, David Bowie, Scott Walker, Belle & Sebastian, Serge Gainsbourg, The Electric Prunes, Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, John Barry, Ennio Morricone, Astrud Gilberto, Mel Torme, The Sonics, and The Age of the Understatement by The Last Shadow Puppets. Adam, Steve, and Lucas continue their exploration of the career of Arctic Monkeys by briefly stepping outside of it in order to examine the debut album of a side project Alex Turner formed with Miles Kane.They discuss how the project came together, the writing and recording of the album, and they explore the overall themes and sound, taking in the compositions, tones, lyrics, meaning, and context - all from three differing perspectives, from being deeply into music and analysis, to not caring for art or critique, and everything in between!They also look at how the side project was informed by, and goes on to influence the music made by Arctic Monkeys.How different is this album to Turner's previous work? How tongue in cheek is it? How many strings does a bass guitar have? Find out on this episode of What Is Music?Our next episode is out next week, Monday August 18th!Join the conversation on:Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/whatismusicpod.bsky.socialThreads: https://www.threads.net/@whatismusicpodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/whatismusicpodE-mail: whatismusicpod@gmail.comGet access to more shows, exclusive bonus content, ad-free episodes of this show, and more music discussion by subscribing to our Patreon!Head to patreon.com/whatismusicpod and receive up to two new episodes of our various shows every week (including our album club and monthly themed playlists!), ad-free archives of What Is Music?, and access to our Patron-only Discord server for even more music (and non-music) discussion!Support our show when starting your own podcast!By signing up to Buzzsprout with this link: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=780379Check out our merch!https://whatismusicpod.redbubble.comDonate to our podcast!https://ko-fi.com/whatismusichttp://whatismusic.buzzsprout.com/Support the show

WELCOME BACK TO PURGATORY!!!! This week the boy's trek on in Tarantino month with his eighth film 2015 The Hateful Eight!!! Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino. The score used in the film is by Ennio Morricone, originally created for John Carpenter's The Thing and it's pretty incredible. The film stars Samuel L. Jackson, Kurt Russell, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Walton Goggins, Demian Bichir, Tim Roth, Michael Madsen, Bruce Dern, James Parks, Dana Gourrier, Zoe Bell, Lee Horsley, Gene Jones, Keith Jefferson, Craig Stark, Belinda Owino and Channing Tatum!!! Thanks for checkin us out!!! You can find our back and most recent episodes on Podbean.com and you can find us on where most other podcasts are found!!! Intro & Outro music by Ennio Morricone from The Hateful Eight soundtrack score. 1. l'Ultima Diligenza di Red Rock (Versione Integrale) https://youtu.be/qKQxJV5yX-A?si=QTbYQb3FjiRMW3lj 2. Neve #3 https://youtu.be/nkOlJPRiw6Y?si=sW27k-o0a_C67tKu  

Welcome to another Cinema Sounds & Secrets Tribute Episode! This week, Janet, John, (and Pen) dive into the life and career of an incredible composer who wrote his first compositions when he was just six years old! A five-time Oscar nominee and a two-time winner, its none other then the ledgendary Ennio Morricone! Born in Rome, Italy on November 10th, 1928,  his father, a trumpet player himself taught Ennio to read music and how to play many instruments. It was in his childhood he met his future collaborator and ledgendary director and pioneer of the Spagetti Western, Sergio Leone. During the 50s and early 60s, Morriconne composed songs for Italian and international jazz and pop stars, selling millions of copies of his music worldwide, eventually finding his way composing music for film, with his breakout film being released in 1964, Fistful of Dollars. Morricone would go on to score countless of films in the western genre and beyond, composing more than 400 across his entire career. The last notable project he worked on was with another iconic director, Quentin Tarantino, for the film, The Hateful Eight. Some of Ennio Morricone's most notable scores include, Fistfull of Dollars (1964), The Good The Bad And The Ugly (1966), Days of Heaven (1978), The Mission (1986), Untouchables (1987), and The Hateful Eight (2015). To learn more about this episode and others, visit the official Cinema Sounds & Secrets website!  

El Padrino y Los Soprano son dos obras que redefinieron su época y que comparten una obsesión: la comida.En este episodio extra de Gastropolítica repasamos el peso de la mesa en estos retratos de familias criminales y la tensión culinaria con Italia, el paraíso perdido de los mafiosos italoamericanos.Música: Paolo Conte, Maximiliano Martínez, Chris Haugen, Ennio Morricone, Isabella Summers, Dan Lebowitz, Marc Ribot, Nino Rota, Dyalla, John Zorn.Pistas de audio: Canal de Mateo Zielonka, The Soprano, The Godfather.***Este episodio fue publicado originalmente el 25/11/22Gastropolítica regresa en Setiembre con el lanzamiento de la Temporada 3.Pueden suscribirse y activar las notificaciones para no perderse las novedades.Grazie mille!

Superstar composers John Murphy and David Fleming finally enter the same room (you read that correctly) after an unusual but groundbreaking experience co-composing the score for James Gunn's SUPERMAN. How John's electric guitar-focused approach (he writes themes on a zany guitar he named Ned Flanders) harnessed the majesty of John Williams' iconic theme — and why the trailer debut was nerve racking to see if the world would accept his “version” of it. Also, how his precious guitar themes (28 Days Later, Sunshine) helped prep for how to treat this film with the sound needed. David and John discuss their breakthroughs in film composing — an internship leading to working with Hans Zimmer on The Lion King. Blue Planet II and Top Gun: Maverick — and a book titled “How To Write A Film Score” which was promptly discarded for a few pints. The duo also discuss their unique place in the massive re-launch of the DC Universe's first film — tonally a new direction that called for embracing the campiness a little more, but also the authenticity. How John's music was critical to filming, and later how David navigated a final push to expand the film's musical scope thematically. Also, Squirrelgate. Interview by Kenny Holmes and Matt Schrader at Igloo Studios in Burbank. Special thanks to the team at Igloo for making this episode possible!Score: The Podcast is presented by Vienna Symphonic Library. Check out Vienna Symphonic Library's collection of innovating libraries and samples — including their flagship Synchron Series, recorded at Vienna Synchron Stage, where hit films and shows for HBO, Disney, Star Wars, Marvel, and many more are recorded. Check out Synchron Duality Strings libraries, or check out the free sample player, freebie libraries and demos at http://vsl.co.at. To learn more about recording at Vienna Synchron Stage, visit http://synchronstage.comVideo Timecodes0:00 ‘Superman'1:39 John Williams' Theme4:09 Show Open5:06 Vienna Symphonic Library7:02 “How To Write A Film Score”9:10 David's start with Hans Zimmer12:00 John's start with Guy Ritchie and Danny Boyle14:00 '28 Days Later' Theme Re-Use17:24 ‘Sunshine'19:45 Building from an existing theme22:40 Back part of the Williams theme23:50 John's early music & James Gunn29:00 David onboarding ‘Superman'32:15 Score vs. record tracks34:00 Finding the tone40:40 Deadline to finish43:10 Sacredness of John Williams' theme45:20 Trailer release hype47:56 Guitar's American influence49:54 Ned Flanders52:00 Squirrel rescue & Squirrelgate55:45 Three things1:02:00 Ennio Morricone's brilliance1:07:40 VSL Synchron Series1:09:26 VSL ‘Forrest Gump' Demo

WELCOME BACK TO PURGATORY!!!! This week the boys continue on with Tarantino month with one of the most epic westerns ever made with Django Unchained from 2012. Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino and the film stars Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz, Leonardo DiCaprio, Kerry Washington, Samuel L. Jackson, James Remar, Atp Essandoh, Sammi Rotibi, Clay Donahue Fontenot, Escalante Lundy, Nichole Galicia, Dana Gourrier, Walton Goggins, Laura Cayouette, Don Johnson, James Russo, Russ & Amber Tamblyn, Bruce Dern, M. C. Gainey, Don Stroud, Zoe Bell, Robert Carrradine, Tom Savini, Michael & James Parks and Franko Nero!!! Thanks for checkin us out! You can find our back catalog and more recent episodes on Podbean.com and you can find us where most podcasts are found! Intro & Outro tracks are from the Django Unchained soundtrack 1. Django Theme by Luis Bacalov & Rocky Roberts https://youtu.be/v42Dx5eIoFQ?si=PCPQM4T4forp0wes 2. Un Monumento, Pt 1 (Colonna Sonora Originale -I Crudeli) by Ennio Morricone from the original soundtrack 1967  https://youtu.be/7npy_AqN3QY?si=TC8qUHzBOya8SmZL  

The Big Mates discuss CM Punk, Ennio Morricone, Tommy Lee Jones, and Favourite Worst Nightmare by Arctic Monkeys. Adam, Steve, and Lucas continue and conclude their discussion of the band's second album, providing analysis and opinion as they finish up their track-by-track exploration.They discuss the final tracks of the album and then offer up their thoughts and feelings on the album as a whole, give it a score out of ten, and then explore the how the album was received when it came out, and how that perception may have changed over time.They also find time to talk about the band's tour, their headline set at Glastonbury Festival, and their huge shows at Old Trafford.Is this Adam's last episode? What are we teasing? What do you mean you've never seen The Wizard of Oz? Find out on this episode of What Is Music?Our next episode is out next week, Monday August 4th, and will see us provide commentary for Arctic Monkeys Live at the Apollo!Join the conversation on:Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/whatismusicpod.bsky.socialThreads: https://www.threads.net/@whatismusicpodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/whatismusicpodE-mail: whatismusicpod@gmail.comGet access to more shows, exclusive bonus content, ad-free episodes of this show, and more music discussion by subscribing to our Patreon!Head to patreon.com/whatismusicpod and receive up to two new episodes of our various shows every week (including our album club and monthly themed playlists!), ad-free archives of What Is Music?, and access to our Patron-only Discord server for even more music (and non-music) discussion!Support our show when starting your own podcast!By signing up to Buzzsprout with this link: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=780379Check out our merch!https://whatismusicpod.redbubble.comDonate to our podcast!https://ko-fi.com/whatismusichttp://whatismusic.buzzsprout.com/Support the show

That's not gonna happen! NostalgiaCast continues its '90s Bucket List season with a look back at IN THE LINE OF FIRE, directed by Wolfgang Petersen and starring Clint Eastwood, John Malkovich, and Rene Russo. Our buddy and actor/director extraordinaire Jeannette Miller returns to the 'Cast to help Jonny and Darin recap the pulse-pounding performances and cat-and-mouse thrills of Petersen's 1993 action classic, and also the unfortunate "window dressing" that hampers so many '90s films.

Darren Hines and Peter Waters return to discuss Giuseppe Tornatore's 2021 documentary Ennio which focuses on the career of iconic film composer Ennio Morricone. Some of Morricone's most famous scores include The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, Once Upon a Time in the West, Once Upon a Time in America, Cinema Paradiso, The Untouchables, The Mission, and The Hateful Eight. Support the show

durée : 01:58:35 - Dolce Italia - par : Thierry Jousse - "Un voyage en Italie où l'on pourra croiser des figures majeures telles que la chanteuse Mina, Ennio Morricone ou Franco Battiato, mais également des personnalités moins célèbres et quelques curiosités divertissantes…" Thierry Jousse Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Il était une fois... un réalisateur de génie. Il était une fois... un immense compositeur. Il était une fois... une collaboration artistique légendaire. Il était une fois... le cinéma !Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Nigel Wearne has toured Australia, New Zealand, the US, UK and Canada and he's performed at a long list of festivals from MerleFest to both the Cambridge and Philadelphia Folk Festivals, and Bristol Rhythm & Roots. Nigel is a guitarist and multi-instrumentalist with diverse influences such as Nick Cave, Tom Waits and Rickie Lee Jones. A deep thinker and truth seeker with a penchant for all things peculiar, he sings of human frailty, grace and the cosmos; songwriting that cuts to the bone.Rolling Stone magazine calls Nigel's music "warmth flecked with grit...and beauty "The Weekend Australian saysNigel's songs showcase "vocal swagger of Van Morrison and the arranging chutzpuh of Ennio Morricone

Cuti continúa repasando las canciones con perros como protagonistas. Suenan Pink Floyd, Cat Stevens, Neil Young, Ennio Morricone o Juan Perro.

Trois films qui se répondent comme les mouvements d'une même symphonie, portés par le trio indissociable formé par l'image, le son et la musique. Trois figures qui entrent en collision dans une véritable révolution du cinéma : l'homme sans nom, le réalisateur et le musicien. Clint Eastwood, Sergio Leone, et Ennio Morricone. Maintenant, en selle !Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

(00:54) Ennio Morricone hat für 500 Filme Musik geschrieben, unter anderem für Filme von Quentin Tarantino oder Sergio Leone. Weniger bekannt: Er hat auch für den Konzertsaal komponiert. Weitere Themen: (06:21) Ein grosses unter den kleinen internationalen Sommerfestivals: das BelluardBollwerk Festival in Freiburg unter neuer Leitung. (10:46) Wenn es in jeder Hinsicht zu heiss ist: der französische Film «Les Femmes au balcon» von Noémie Merlant. (15:40) Ist der Iran ein Gottesstaat ohne Gläubige? Iran-Kennerin Katajan Amirpur ordnet ein.

Some of the Italian composer's most memorable film scores were recorded at Forum Studios in Rome's Parioli neighborhood.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Dans ce nouvel épisode de MONSTER SQUAD, Marie Casabonne reçoit Fabien Mauro, auteur de Ishiro Honda. Humanisme monstre (Rouge Profond) et Kaiju, Envahisseurs & Apocalypse: L'âge d'or de la science-fiction japonaise (Aardvark) et Stéphane Moïssakis pour disséquer un nouveau monstre : Hannibal Lecter.Éminent et brillant psychiatre, homme cultivé et raffiné, esthète et excellent cuisinier, le Dr Lecter est aussi un serial killer cannibale. Sorti de l'esprit de l'auteur américain Thomas Harris, Hannibal Lecter apparaît dans 4 romans, 5 films et une série, et a pris tour à tour les traits de différents acteurs (Brian Cox, Anthony Hopkins, Gaspard Ulliel et Mads Mikkelsen).Retrouvez toutes nos émissions sur http://www.capturemag.frPrésentation : Marie Casabonne Rédacteur en chef : Stéphane Moïssakis Chroniqueurs : Stéphane Moïssakis et Fabien MauroRéalisation : Alain Mercier Production : Stéphane Moïssakis et Alain Mercier Montage et mixage : Anthony Navarro Musiques : Magic And Ecstasy et Rite Of Magic par Ennio MorriconeLogo "Monster Squad" par Ninon C Maufé : https://www.instagram.com/ninoncmaufe/Pour nous soutenir, il y a deux adresses :PATREON : https://www.patreon.com/capturemagTIPEEE : https://www.tipeee.com/capture-magLISEZ CAPTURE MAG !Toutes nos revues sont disponibles dans les librairies, les magasins de produits culturels et sites marchands.Akileos : https://bit.ly/AkilsCMCapture Mag est sur LETTERBOXD : https://letterboxd.com/CaptureMag/En MP3 sur Acast : https://bit.ly/3v6ee7sSur SPOTIFY : https://spoti.fi/3PJYnF3Sur DEEZER : https://bit.ly/2wtDauUSur APPLE podcasts : https://apple.co/2UW3AyO#hanniballecter #anthonyhopkins #thomasharris Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:58:11 - Toute une vie - par : Alexandre Tylski - Né à Rome dans une famille modeste, Ennio Morricone a réinventé la musique mondiale. Sous ses airs austères, le compositeur a dynamité de l'intérieur chansons et films grâce à sa science instrumentale et mélodique. - réalisation : François Teste - invités : Cécile Carayol Enseignante-chercheuse à l'Université de Rouen; Chloé Huvet Enseignante-chercheuse à l'Université d'Evry Paris Saclay; Stéphane Lerouge Restaurateur de bandes originales de films; Giusy Pisano Professeure à l'École nationale supérieure Louis-Lumière à Saint-Denis; Alessandro de Rosa Compositeur et biographe d'Ennio Morricone; Jérôme Rossi Professeur à l'Université Lyon II; Gabriel Yared Compositeur et arrangeur français d'origine libanaise de musiques de film

Passions swirl and reality bends in Love Circle (1969), the intoxicating tale of desire, deception, and dangerous games from writer/director Giuseppe Patroni Griffi. Also known as Metti, Una Sera a Cena (Suppose One Night at Dinner), this stylish drama follows a celebrated writer, Michele (Jean-Louis Trintignant), who concocts intricate fantasies about his wife Nina (Florinda Bolkan) and his best friend Max (Tony Musante). But what if his imaginings aren't so imaginary?Mike White, Spencer Parsons, and David A. Heath dissect this sultry, surreal web of passion, joined by Andrei Idu, who requested the film as part of our month of Patreon picks. With a screenplay co-written by Dario Argento and an unforgettable score by Ennio Morricone, Love Circle is a hypnotic blend of psychosexual intrigue and high-art aesthetics.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-projection-booth-podcast--5513239/support.

[Encore episode] “You can't beat a Filipino family at karaoke!”—Dave ChappelleFeaturing, in order of appearance: David Letterman, Michelle Wolf, Mo Amer Featuring music by Heatwave and Ennio MorriconeRecorded in Ohio, Summer 2020Executive Produced by Talib Kweli, yasiin bey, Dave Chappelle, Noah Gersh, Jamie Schefman, Nick Panama, Kenzi Wilbur, and Miles HodgesProduced by Noah Gersh and Jamie Schefman for SALTProduction Manager: Liz LeMayRecording Engineer: Federico LopezRecording Engineer: Adrián Bruque for NPNDAssistant Editors: Danny Carissimi and Noah Kowalski Senior Sound Designer: Russell TopalTranscription Supervisor: Sam BeasleyMixer: Jordan GalvanPodcast Artwork: Rachel EckStill Photography: Mathieu BittonThe Midnight Miracle is a Luminary Original Podcast in partnership with Pilot Boy Productions and SALT.Special thanks to Paul Adongo, Cipriano Beredo, Elaine Chappelle, Ivy Davy, Rikki Hughes, Kyle Ranson-Walsh, Sina Sadighi, Mark Silverstein, and Carla Sims.Photography made available courtesy of Pilot Boy Productions, Inc. Copyright © 2021 by Pilot Boy Productions, Inc., all rights reserved.