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Drummer Michael Shrieve's story reads like a rock-and-roll fairy tale — the kind of musical journey that blends youthful serendipity with restless creativity, and a lifelong appetite for pushing boundaries. Before he was a name on Santana's classic albums or a Rock & Roll Hall of Famer, he was a kid with sticks and big dreams.Born in California, Shrieve grew up deeply drawn to music. As a teenager he played in his first serious band and gigged around backing rhythm and blues acts — even sitting in with seasoned performers like B.B. King and Etta James.At just 16, a pivotal moment came when he sat in during a jam at San Francisco's famed Fillmore Auditorium. His playing caught someone's ear — Santana's manager Stan Marcum — setting the stage for his astonishing ascent.At 19, Shrieve met Carlos Santana in a studio and was invited to join the band on the spot. It was a leap that would change his life. Almost immediately after joining, Shrieve found himself at the center of one of rock's defining moments: Santana's performance at Woodstock in August 1969. Barely 20 years old, his explosive drum solo on “Soul Sacrifice” became one of the enduring visual and sonic highlights of the event's documentary.Between '69 and '74, Shrieve played on Santana's first seven albums: Santana (1969), Abraxas (1970), Santana III (1971), Caravanserai (1972), Welcome (1973) and Borboletta (1974), plus the live album Lotus (1974).He wasn't just a timekeeper. On Caravanserai he co-produced and co-wrote four tracks, helping guide the band into more experimental, jazz-infused territory. His work helped broaden the possibilities of rock percussion, drawing on influences from jazz greats and Latin rhythms alike.By the mid-'70s, Shrieve was ready to expand his musical palette beyond Santana. He left the band to pursue solo projects and relocated to London. One of his first ventures was Automatic Man , a group that blended rock with progressive and funk elements. He then joined the avant-garde fusion supergroup Go, alongside formidable musicians like Steve Winwood, Stomu Yamashta, Klaus Schulze and Al Di Meola. The band released multiple albums and toured, diving deep into jazz, electronic and world music textures.Throughout the late '70s and '80s Shrieve stayed busy, playing with Hagar Schon Aaronson Shrieve (with Neal Schon and Sammy Hagar) and contributing to albums by artists as diverse as The Rolling Stones (Emotional Rescue, 1980) and Roger Hodgson of Supertramp. He also collaborated on Richard Wahnfried projects with electronic composer Klaus Schulze and recorded his own electronic music.After leaving Santana, Shrieve didn't slow down — he reinvented himself again and again. Beyond rock and fusion bands, he became a composer and session player whose credits include work with Mick Jagger, George Harrison, Pete Townshend, Andy Summers, Jaco Pastorius and many others.He also ventured into film music, composing scores for movies including Tempest and Apollo 13, and continued collaborations with musicians across genres.In 1997 he reunited with former Santana members — Neal Schon, Gregg Rolie, José Areas and Michael Carabello — in Abraxas Pool, a project that revisited and re-imagined elements of the classic Santana sound.Shrieve's contributions were formally recognized when he was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 1998 for his work with Santana, and later honored with Guitar Center's Lifetime Achievement Award in 2005. He's also been cited by Rolling Stone as one of rock's greatest drummers.In 2016, he briefly reunited with the original Santana lineup for the album Santana IV, again marking his deep connection to the music that made his name.Today, Michael Shrieve remains a vibrant artist. His band Spellbinder, blends jazz and improvisatory rock; he works on ambitious solo projects like Drums of Compassion; and continues to collaborate with forward-thinking musicians across genres.Michael joins us today to share his story.

Linktree: ⁠https://linktr.ee/Analytic⁠Join The Normandy For Additional Bonus Audio And Visual Content For All Things Nme+! Join Here: ⁠https://ow.ly/msoH50WCu0K⁠ In this segment of Notorious Mass Effect, Analytic Dreamz provides an in-depth analytical breakdown of Sienna Spiro's breakout single “Die On This Hill,” released October 10, 2025, via Capitol Records—the defining hit from her debut EP Sink Now, Swim Later.Born September 25, 2005, in London, UK, the 20-year-old singer-songwriter boasts a deep alto voice influenced by Etta James, Amy Winehouse, Frank Sinatra, and early-2000s hip-hop. She began songwriting at age 10, went viral on TikTok in 2022 with covers and originals, dropped out of school at 16 to pursue music full-time, and built early momentum with singles like “Maybe” (#75 UK Singles Chart, 2024) and her 2025 EP.Co-written by Spiro with Omer Fedi, Michael Pollack, and Blake Slatkin, the piano-led ballad—sparked by a Bohemian Rhapsody-inspired piano mistake—features cinematic strings by Rob Moose and explores stubborn love, emotional entrapment, and toxic relationships with raw vulnerability and dramatic structure. Live-debuted at KOKO London (September 2025), it earned widespread praise for vocal control and emotional depth.As of January 2026, the track achieved her first UK Top 10 (#9 peak on Official Singles Chart), debuted at #69 on Billboard Hot 100 (week of January 10, climbing), hit Spotify US #23 and Global #47 peaks, amassed 145+ million global streams (over 16 million by November 2025), and contributed to Sink Now, Swim Later surpassing 122 million cumulative streams—driven by TikTok emotional-clip trends and organic virality.Television exposure accelerated crossover: UK debut on Later… with Jools Holland, U.S. performances on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon (January 2026), TODAY, and prior The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (via “Maybe”). Support slots with Teddy Swims (North America) and Sam Smith boosted visibility.Her sold-out 2026 North American headline tour, The Visitor Tour, launches March 3–6 at Troubadour (Los Angeles, 2 dates), includes stops at Café Du Nord (San Francisco), Lincoln Hall (Chicago), The Great Hall (Toronto), The Atlantis (Washington, DC), The Foundry (Philadelphia), Brighton Music Hall (Boston), and concludes March 17–18 at Bowery Ballroom (New York, 2 dates)—all 100% sold out across 10 dates.Industry nods include BRIT Awards Critics' Choice shortlist (2026). Analytic Dreamz dissects how “Die On This Hill” transformed TikTok virality into chart success, streaming dominance, TV breakthroughs, and touring demand—positioning Spiro as a soulful, performance-driven rising star with organic, accelerated momentum entering 2026.Join Analytic Dreamz for this no-fluff, data-driven deep dive into one of 2025-2026's most compelling breakout stories. Stream “Die On This Hill” now and stay locked in for more Notorious Mass Effect.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/analytic-dreamz-notorious-mass-effect/donationsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2 Dancing, and other forms of sentimentality. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.  As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary. "She is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and shame. We spent most of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some people years before they can express their emotions through art; it took her about five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint splatters afterward before they stained." "Oh shit! Sorry about that. I can pay to replace anything that;" "Nothing to apologize for; I asked her to express how she felt, and she did it in the way that felt right to her." "Well, I appreciate your taking the time. I am just her big brother; I feel so lost when it comes to parenting." "Being a parent doesn't mean that you know any more than anyone else, and it certainly doesn't mean that you know any better. For what it's worth, I think you are doing a fine job with your family. I know that you don't have your parents around to say it, but this old woman is mighty proud of who you are and of how you have stepped up for your brother and sisters. They are very lucky to have you." I turned away so that Wilma wouldn't see me getting choked up. I couldn't remember the last time that someone had said they were proud of me. Soon enough, though, it was dinner time, and Erin came into the kitchen with that same look of amusement on her face. "Sorry to bother the chef, but Lane needs some help that only a big brother can provide." When I gave her a quizzical look, she blushed. "It seems like he is going through puberty, which can pose; some new challenges. When I was assessing his ankle, he; well, indicated his interest in me in a way that can be difficult to hide, particularly while wearing sweatpants. It's natural for his body to react that way at that age, and it's nothing for him to feel badly about, but he was mortified. I think he could use a bit of brotherly guidance and understanding." I went to the living room and saw that Lane was curled up on the couch and looked like he was fighting back tears. "How are you doing, Buddy?" He couldn't even look at me he was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry; I just couldn't help it. I don't know why it started to get bigger, and I wanted it to stop, and it wouldn't and then she saw me, and;" he continued as he fought back a sob. "Can we just go home?" "Erin is a doctor. She knows how the human body works and has seen that kind of thing a hundred times. She isn't mad at you or embarrassed. She just feels bad that you feel so bad. This is just part of getting older and growing up. "Did I ever tell you about what happened in Miss Iron's class when I was a freshman? Miss Iron was a bit of a legend among the male students at our local high school. She was the youngest and prettiest teacher, by far, and even though she always dressed professionally, the clothing style had yet to be invented that could fully conceal her bountiful natural endowment. "Well, I liked Miss Irons a lot. She was one of the few teachers who looked past my difficulty with reading and writing. So, I developed a little crush on her, which was fine until the inevitable; hmm, physical demonstration of my crush; happened in class one day, just before she asked me to collect everyone's quizzes. I tried to delay, I tried to ask a friend to do it instead, but eventually, I had to stand up. It took me until my junior year to live that one down." As Lane listened to my story, he turned to face me and his second-hand embarrassment for me helped to push his embarrassment to the side. "So, what happened?" "Miss Irons was lovely and kind like she always was, but I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me or to get hit by a bolt of lightning. Things would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned what happened to the principal, who called Mom. She didn't find the story funny at all." I hadn't thought of the aftermath when I started telling Lane this particular story, but as they say, might as well put it in four-wheel drive and keep going. "Mom was mad?" "By then, Mom was pretty much always angry. I did my best to keep her away from you and the girls when she got that way, but yeah; she was mad." "Are you mad at me?" "No, Bud, I'm not. In a few years, once your embarrassment has died down a little, I will tease you mercilessly about this because that's what brothers do; and maybe threaten to tell your girlfriend, if you fall behind on your chores or homework. But I will never get mad at you for something that you can't control. And I promise that Erin isn't mad at you either." Just then, Mary poked her head in to tell us that dinner was on the table. "Are you safe now, or do you need a few more minutes." "I'm good. Thanks, Dad." After I helped Lane hobble into the dining room, we got down to the business of eating and teasing each other, but not necessarily in that order. It felt good; almost like what I imagined a real family would feel like. Eventually, the conversation turned to more serious matters, though, and Erin led off the questions. "So, how do you know Gran, and why are you wearing Grampy's favorite sweater? And, for what it's worth, I don't remember him filling it out in quite the way that you do." I blushed a bit as Wilma jumped in. "If Phillip had filled out that sweater like young Davis here, it wouldn't have stayed on him for very long, I can tell you that." "Gran!" Erin exclaimed, laughing while sounding scandalized. "I didn't need that mental image. Heck, none of us needed that mental image." "Oh, don't you worry, Dear. He still filled it out well enough, and it looked equally good on our bedroom floor." We were pretty much all blushing at that point, which I think was Wilma's objective, so I quickly changed the topic. "I am just your mother's plumber. I came out to fix her boiler and then finished the job earlier this week when a couple of parts came in that I needed." Wilma jumped in at that point and added her two cents to my story. "He also brought me my groceries and we had a lovely conversation. He is a real Renaissance gentleman, a rarity these days." Erin looked grateful but concerned. "Did you have enough money to cover the bill, Gran? You know I can help if you need;" I tried to jump in before Wilma could reply. "No need to worry, the bill was paid in full;" "Hogwash," Wilma exclaimed as I tried to finish, turning to Mary before she continued. "Your brother wouldn't let me pay him a cent for the work that he did. Not even for the parts that needed to be replaced! He is a very nice boy but a terrible businessman." I turned to Erin for support. "I figured your Gran has enough going on right now with her health and all. It was the least I could do to help her out." Erin looked at me with a strange expression on her face. I didn't have much experience with women, so I figured I must have made her angry somehow. Most of my interactions with women, including my sisters, seemed to end with them being upset with me for one reason or another, but she didn't sound angry when she spoke. "Thank you, Davis, that was very sweet of you." "Yeah, well; you see, it's just; pass the fish, please." "That still doesn't explain why you're wearing Grampy's favorite sweater. When I was a little girl, I used to curl up in Grampy's lap and snuggle into that sweater as he read to me. He was wearing it when I danced my first dance with him in front of the fireplace. Do you remember that old record player, Gran? You used to bring it out and we would waltz around the living room to Moon River." "I still have that record player here somewhere, let me go see if I can find it." Erin started to protest, but it was too late. "To finish answering your question, Erin, we were here today because your Gran offered to mentor Mary. I tried to politely decline, but your Gran is pretty persistent when she wants to be." "That sounds like Gran. Most of the time when she makes a suggestion, it is really a command." "While we are asking questions, how is Lane's ankle?" "It's pretty badly sprained, and he will need to use crutches to walk for the next couple of weeks. You should bring him to the hospital to get some X-rays done as well, to make sure that he doesn't have any fractures." I could feel myself deflate as she mentioned X-rays. "I'm not trying to be cheap, but are the X-rays absolutely necessary? We don't have the best insurance; we got it through the exchange. I guess it's better than nothing, but the deductible is pretty high, and my other sister, Alison, her college tuition is due soon. But if you say it's important, I will put in some extra hours to make it work." It didn't usually bother me that we were poor. Heck, most everyone we knew, except the McDougals, was poor. But it hit home when you had to tell a beautiful doctor with bright amber eyes that you couldn't afford an X-ray for your little brother unless it was urgent. "Tell you what. I will be working at the hospital in Petoskey tomorrow, so why don't you bring Lane by, and I will take care of him? I will make sure that he gets a pair of loaner crutches for as long as he needs them." "You don't need to do that for us." Erin gave me another one of her looks, this one I was more familiar with; I was pretty sure it was annoyance. "So, just to be clear, you can look after my Gran, fix her boiler for free, and bring her groceries whenever you feel like it, but I can't look after your brother and make sure that his ankle is treated properly?" "Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a bit of a jackass. I'm sorry." "Apology accepted. Come by the hospital at 11 AM tomorrow." Before we could continue, the sound of a 45 playing on an old record player filled the house. You could hear the hisses and pops before Ella Fitzgerald's voice began to sing "Dream a Little Dream of Me." Chapter 3. We got up from the table and followed the music back to the living room. I helped Lane out of his chair while he half-hobbled and half-hopped along beside me. Wilma had set her ancient record player up in the corner beside a stack of old 45s, and she had a faraway look in her eyes as she looked out the picture window toward the lake. "I think it's time for me to ask the prettiest girl in the place to dance," I said, as my eyes swept across the room. "But unfortunately, it's a three-way tie. So, will you do me the honor?" I said as I held out my hand to Wilma. "I haven't danced since Phillip passed. You know, we used to dance together every Friday night. It didn't matter where we were or what we were doing, we would always make time to dance at least one song together, even if the music was only in our heads." "I imagine I will be a pretty poor partner compared to Phillip, but I will try not to step on your toes." Wilma and I ended up dancing a slow foxtrot to "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole. She smiled at me as we slowly circled the living room. "You're a very good dancer, young man." "Our mother taught me when I was very young." Before she began with the drugs and men, our mother had been a showgirl in New York and then Las Vegas. When she got pregnant with me, she moved back to Mackinaw City and started teaching ballroom dancing at a local studio. By the time I was five, I was her practice partner of choice, and she always insisted that I lead, despite being only half her size. "The man always leads, Darling, that's just the way of the world." I was hardly a man at the time, but I never disagreed with my mother when she was in a good mood, because I knew it could shift in an instant. So, I learned to dance, and I learned to lead. The memories came flooding back as I guided Wilma into a soft over-sway, and she smiled with delight. "Oh my, you do know how to dance!" I couldn't help but smile back. "I can't take all the credit. I think Phillip must have infused this sweater with his fancy footwork." As the song ended, I took a step back and did my best to give Wilma a gracious bow. "It was a pleasure dancing with you, my lady." "The pleasure was all mine, good sir." I turned toward Mary and held out my hand. She hesitated before Wilma declared, "There are no wallflowers in this house." Mary slowly stood but looked anxious as I took her hand. "Davis, I don't know how to dance. Mom was; she was too far gone to teach me by the time I was old enough to learn." "That's okay," I reassured her. "If there is anything that Mom made sure of, it's that I know how to lead. Just relax, and I will guide you through it." Wilma helped Lane, who had taken over as DJ, to choose a slower song so that Mary would feel more comfortable, and I heard the opening bars of "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. I started to lead Mary through a slow rumba, and she picked up the steps very quickly. She was a natural. I felt a sudden stab of regret as we moved together across the floor. "I'm sorry. I should have made time to teach you to dance. But the last few years, it has just taken everything I have to keep us;" "It's alright. You've had other things on your mind. And look; you are teaching me how to dance, now." As Mary grew more confident, I guided her through a simple underarm turn, and we ended with a dip, which made her giggle and earned a round of applause from the others. Finally, I turned to Erin, who was sitting on the couch beside Lane. I suddenly felt very shy and, for the first time that evening, she looked nervous as well. "Would you dance with me, Erin?" She didn't reply but stood and took my hand. We waited for a moment while Wilma and Lane chose a new 45 and then listened to the pop and hiss as it started to play. Soon, an alto saxophone introduced the Henri Mancini version of "Moon River," and we started a slow waltz. Although there was space between us, it was bridged by an electric charge that connected and drew us together. Even though I spent most of the dance looking over Erin's shoulder, every detail of her beauty was etched in my memory, and I felt a warm breeze pass between us, raising goosebumps on my skin. We barely noticed the pause as the song ended, and a new one began until Etta James began to sing. At last, my love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song The song was in 4/4 time, so I switched to a foxtrot and Erin followed as we glided across the smooth wood of the living room floor. I was so caught up in the moment, and in Erin, that I led her through a turn that transitioned into an over sway, before I stepped backward, allowing her to gently pivot into me. Our eyes met and I was lost in them again. Before we could break the spell, a heavy gust of wind shook the house, and the power flickered out. The room went dark, which sharpened my remaining senses. Suddenly, the warmth of Erin's breath on my neck felt like wildfire across my skin. We were motionless for a three-heartbeat eternity before the lights flickered and came back on. I let go of Erin and felt all of my longing and awkwardness rush back in. "Thank you, Erin. That was;" I couldn't finish; words didn't seem enough to express how I felt. "I should check the breakers and make sure that everything is alright, and then we should go. Why don't I wash these clothes and drop them back for you later." Wilma just smiled and shook her head. "If you like them, please keep them. Otherwise, they will just grow old and musty like me." A little while later, we said our goodbyes, but I promised to bring Lane to the hospital the next morning. Wilma told Mary that she would see her on Wednesday after school and again the next Sunday. I was expecting Mary to protest, but she just gave a meek, "Yes, Wilma." I was nervous when I took Lane to the hospital the next day. The deductible on our insurance was high enough that we paid for pretty much anything less serious than a severed limb out of pocket. Erin, however, was as good as her word. After the X-ray confirmed that there were no breaks or fractures in the bones around his ankle, she re-wrapped it and arranged for a pair of loaner crutches that he could use for as long as he needed them. Before we left, Erin asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee in the cafeteria, to which I readily agreed. I gave my phone to Lane so he could amuse himself while Erin and I talked. "I just wanted to say how much I appreciate what you did for Gran. I do what I can, but I spend half my time at the Children's Hospital down in Grand Rapids right now and I am often on call while I am here. I just don't have the time to give her the help that she needs." "Honestly, it's no big deal. I do a lot of work around Good Hart since the bigger plumbing companies don't like to travel that far, so I don't mind looking in on her while I am there. And she seems to have taken a real interest in Mary, so the least I can do is to bring her some groceries and help around the place a bit." Erin pursed her lips and looked like she had just bitten into a lemon. "The 'least you can do' is more than the rest of our family can be bothered to do put together, so thank you." "I meant to ask you about that. What did your Gran do to end up so isolated from the rest of your family?" "The rest of my family is; there is no nice way to put it, they're snobs. None of them have any interest in spending time 'up north' as they call it, and they can't wait for Gran to move into a retirement home and die so they can get their money and forget about this place. That's why no one comes to visit Gran anymore, even for Thanksgiving; it's part of their campaign to convince her to sell her land to the McDougals. Before you came along, I thought they were going to succeed." "Well, excuse my language, but fuck them. I don't know Wilma that well, but I will do what I can to make sure that she gets to spend her remaining days in the place that she loves." "That's easy to say, but harder to do once the McDougals and their minions start coming by your place, offering you money and making threats unless you back off." "Well, if they do, they will find out what every teacher who ever taught me learned the hard way. I am bad at taking orders and even worse at following instructions. I am not afraid of the McDougal boys." My exclamation brought a smile to Erin's pretty face. I decided that I would be willing to do quite a lot to see that smile on her face again. But there was one thing I still didn't understand. "Why aren't you on board with the rest of your family? You must be under a lot of pressure to abandon your Gran like the rest of them." "My father, Gran's youngest son, Max, died shortly after I was born, and my mother moved the family to California where she remarried into a family that had a little money but a great deal of pretension and ambition. My mother picked up that insatiable need for money and status like it was a virus. "When I was a child, my mother and stepfather spent summers and holidays traveling the world, staying in places where children weren't welcome. Although they wanted nothing to do with Gran and Grampy and their 'vermin-filled shack in the middle of nowhere', they were more than happy to leave me with them while they were away. "They would put me on a plane to Grand Rapids while they jetted off to their spas and their fine dining. Gran and Grampy were the only people who cared for me, and they became my whole world. "When I was 14, I was staying with Gran and Grampy, and I caught a fever that was so bad that I nearly died. It was a pretty grim time. My parents even thought about flying home from Monaco to be with me. They didn't, but it was the only time in my entire childhood that they considered it. But I will always remember how kind the doctors and nurses were to me when I was sick. That's why I became a pediatrician and moved home." "Isn't California home?" "Home is where the people that you love are, and so this will always be my home. Or it will be until Gran passes on, anyway." We sat in silence for a while, sipping our coffee. Before long, it was time for me to go. "This might sound crazy, but since the rest of your family aren't going to be here to celebrate Thanksgiving with your Gran, how about you and I try to give her one more Thanksgiving to remember." Erin brightened at the idea, and the smile returned to her face. "That would be amazing! Why don't I give you my number, and we can figure out how to make it happen!" Chapter 4. For the next few weeks, Mary continued to meet with Wilma on Wednesdays and Sundays. I would often take the opportunity to bring her groceries or other supplies while I dropped Mary off and, if the weather was agreeable, do some fishing. Once he could walk without crutches, Lane came along as well, in quest of another monster steelhead. Unfortunately, all he caught was some yellow perch and rock bass, but it was nice to spend the day with him down on the dock. I saw Erin a few times at Wilma's as we made plans for Thanksgiving. She seemed to particularly enjoy talking with me while I split firewood out by the shed. It was hard work, and I was often drenched with sweat by the time I was done, but she didn't seem to mind. And she worked while we talked, helping to stack the larger pieces and collecting the smaller ones for kindling. The one point of contention in our plan was how Erin would get to Wilma's on Thanksgiving Day. She was slated to work a 12-hour shift the evening before, ending at seven in the morning, and she worried that if she went home to rest, she would sleep through the entire day. Her solution was to drive out to Wilma's after her shift and catch a few hours of sleep when she got there. I thought that driving that far after working all night seemed like a terrible idea, so I offered to give her a ride instead. She did not like that one bit. "I don't want you to make an extra trip when I am perfectly capable of driving myself." It sounded like she was digging in for a fight, so I tried a different tactic to convince her. "I need to stop at the hospital anyway, to return Lane's crutches. I can kill two birds with one stone and pick you up at the same time." She didn't buy that rationale either so, reluctantly, I resorted to the truth. "I am sure you're a great driver, but if you drive yourself, I will be up that morning anyway, worrying that you are safe. I know it doesn't make sense, but I have been looking after my siblings for so long its second nature for me to worry, and I can't seem to turn it off. So please, let me pick you up. But for me, not for you. And do you know how rarely I get to be gallant these days? I will feel like your knight in shining armor." That finally got a laugh from Erin. "Alright, you win. Why don't you pick me up at 7:15 at the hospital? You can sweep me up onto your trusty steed and carry me away to Gran's house." "If by trusty steed you mean rusty old GMC truck, then it's a deal." The morning of Thanksgiving dawned chilly and gray, with a cold wind blowing in off the lake. I was up early to make sure that I made it to the hospital on time, and I was listening to the local AM country station as I drove when the DJ started his break. "A happy Thanksgiving to all our listeners. If you're on the roads today, be aware that there is a severe weather warning in effect for the area north of Cadillac and into the upper peninsula. We're expecting a combination of high winds and lake-effect snow to make driving hazardous, and you should be prepared for possible power interruptions and outages." I was relieved that Erin had agreed to let me pick her up and that I had invested in good snow tires for my pickup. The snow had already started by the time I reached the hospital, and I pulled my jacket tightly around me as I went inside. I dropped Lane's crutches with the duty nurse and waited for several minutes before Erin arrived. She looked exhausted, and the gentle smile that I loved was nowhere in evidence. "Hey, Erin. Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I just had a long shift, but I am ready to head out." She came up to me and gave me a hesitant look. "Actually, I could really use a hug if that's alright." Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face in my sweater. Hidden from the world by the folds of my jacket, I felt her body start to shake. The tremors lasted for a minute before they gentled and then finally stopped. I looked out the window at the falling snow to give her a moment to compose herself. "Let's head to Gran's house. This weather isn't going to get better any time soon." With that, we got in my truck and started the drive up to Good Hart. Erin sat in silence and looked out the window. "If you want to talk, I probably can't help with doctor problems; but I am a good listener." It took Erin a minute before she opened up. "Most of the time, I love being a pediatrician. Kids come to me scared and in pain, and I help them to get better. But sometimes, it's just too much. Around midnight last night, an ambulance brought in a mother and daughter. Her boyfriend had been drinking; and he got violent. The little girl tried to protect her mother and; and; "It's one thing to treat a grown woman, you know. I mean it's still pretty bad, but; that little girl. Fuck. One thing I've learned from this job is that monsters are real." I wanted to give Erin another hug, but since I was driving, I just reached over to take her hand. "I'm sorry." My words seemed so incredibly inadequate; considering what she had just dealt with; but she squeezed my hand. "Thanks for listening." We drove on in silence, and by the time we pulled into Wilma's laneway, Erin was gently snoring with her head against the window. I stopped as close as I could to the house before lifting her out of the cab. She tucked her head into my shoulder, and I carried her inside, where Wilma was already busy in the kitchen. She came out to greet us, and I spoke to her in a low voice. "Erin had a very tough night. I think some rest will do her a world of good." Wilma helped Erin out of her boots and coat and then showed us through to the guest bedroom, where I laid Erin on the bed. The room was filled with pictures of Erin from when she was younger; standing on the dock with an older but handsome man who I guessed must be Phillip, curled up in a ball on the sofa, book in hand, and smiling in her cap and gown as she graduated. In each picture, I could see hints of the beautiful woman she would become. By the time I returned with the rest of my family, the storm had begun to pick up. Snow drifts were accumulating against the house and shed, so we brought everything with us into the house that we might need for the evening. It took some convincing, but Sharon and I took over in the kitchen while Wilma, Alison, Mary, and Lane started a game of Scrabble in the living room. Once the preparations were well underway, I laid in as much wood for the fireplace as I could. With the high winds and heavy snow, I was worried that we might lose power, and I wanted to make sure that we prepared, just in case. The radiators and boiler would provide almost no heat if there was a prolonged power outage, but the fireplace had a high-efficiency insert that would keep the house warm, as long as we built up a good bed of coals. Lane insisted on helping me with the firewood, and after a half dozen trips to the woodshed and back, we both looked like live-action versions of the abominable snowman. Wilma showed some sympathy for our plight, while our sisters had a good-natured laugh at our expense. By the early afternoon, dinner was almost ready, and Wilma sent me to wake Erin. She had barely moved since I had tucked her in and seemed so peaceful in her sleep. I leaned over and spoke softly to her until she opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, she broke into a shy smile. "I guess we made it to Gran's." "That we did, we got here close to six hours ago." Her eyes flew open, and she tried to get up until I reassured her. "We've got things under control. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Take your time; and maybe give yourself a few minutes for that pillow line on your cheek to fade." I turned to leave, so she could have some privacy, but she reached out and took my hand. "I just wanted to say thank you again for earlier. I am not used to having someone I can talk to; someone I can trust. It's only been Gran and Grampy, and me for so long, and I didn't want to burden them. But I shouldn't have dumped my troubles on you like that, we barely know each other." "I was just glad that you felt comfortable enough to share how you felt with me. Today was probably the worst day of that little girl's life. I am sure she was terrified, confused, and in a lot of pain. But what she'll remember is the angel who comforted her and treated her with kindness and love. "I need to get back to the kitchen, or I will burn something. Fair warning, this is my first time cooking a Thanksgiving turkey, so you may want to load your plate up with fixings and sides, just in case." As it turned out, the turkey wasn't perfect, but it wasn't that bad, and the gravy was tasty as heck (probably because Wilma made it.) We had mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, and peas as sides, with the obligatory cranberry sauce (from a can). The conversation at dinner was a chaotic mixture of laughter, stories, and the kind of teasing that you only get when you bring five siblings together over a hearty meal. It didn't take Erin long to choose a side in the battle of the siblings, and soon, it was the four girls against Lane and me, with Wilma as our impartial referee. I don't know how Lane felt, but for me, it was worth being ganged up on just to see Erin and my sisters smiling and laughing. Although he tried to hide it, it was clear that Lane still had a bit of a crush on Erin, so I imagined that he was just fine with making her smile as well. For dessert, Erin brought pumpkin and apple pies that she had bought at the bakery in Petoskey, which we ate with some vanilla ice cream from the local creamery. I was sure there would be some dessert left over, given the amount that we all ate for dinner, but somehow, we finished it all. Everyone pitched in with the dishes and then we moved to the living room where we played cards and some more board games. As we played, Mary asked Wilma about some of her more memorable Thanksgivings, and she got a faraway smile. For the next hour, she regaled us with stories of humble times with the kids by the lake and, in later days, fancier celebrations with some of the families that Phillip befriended while they sat for portraits. As our last game of Scrabble ended, Sharon looked at Wilma with a mischievous grin. "Mary was telling me about the dance party that you had a few weeks ago here in your living room. Rumor has it that my big brother can dance! I was hoping, if you asked him nicely, that we could all see him in action." Wilma got up from her chair and started to move toward the hall closet. "Lane, come along and help, please. I am far too old to be carting around a heavy record player." Lane hopped up and went to help Wilma, while the rest of us began to move the furniture out of the way. As Lane set up, Wilma admonished the rest of us. "Remember, there is only one rule about dancing in my house: no wallflowers." With that, Lane started the first song, and I asked Wilma to dance. Alison followed suit, asking Lane to dance, and soon she was teaching him how to lead. Finally, Erin stood as well and gave a deep bow to Mary. "It would be my honor, enchanting lady, if I could have this dance." With a laugh, Mary stood, and soon we were all moving around the room, trying not to bump into each other or step on each other's toes. For the next hour, we danced, laughed, and pretty much forgot about the world outside. Lane even got up the courage to dance with Erin, although he stayed so far away from her that you would have thought she was radioactive. I took a couple of turns with Erin and was amazed at the way she melted into my arms. When we danced, there was a wave of knowing smirks from my sisters and a pleased smile from Wilma, but I didn't care. I could have danced with her all night. Unfortunately, during my third dance with Erin, the real world decided to interrupt our festivities. Erin and I had just started a turn when the power went out. I instinctively pulled Erin into my arms to protect her, and then I leaned in through the darkness and kissed her. She returned the kiss, ran her hand through my hair, and let out a small moan. "Do you think the power will come back on?" Lane's question cut through the fog of my lust and longing. "Probably not until sometime after the storm has passed. So, we should all plan on spending the night here and then figuring things out in the morning." With Wilma's agreement, we got settled in for the evening. After some protest, Wilma agreed to sleep in the guest room since it had a direct line of sight to the thermoelectric stove fan that helped circulate the heat from the fireplace. My three sisters slept in Wilma's bed, both to share body heat and because it was the larger of the two beds in the house. Lane slept on the couch, while Erin and I slept on the floor in front of the fireplace. Erin laid out an older sleeping bag, for comfort, with some bedding and blankets on top. In deference to Lane, she waited until she was under the blankets before she shimmied off her pants, while I stoked the fireplace. I made one more pass through the house, to check on Wilma and my sisters, but it seemed they had already fallen asleep. Even Lane had passed right out, despite his proximity to the pants-less Erin. I set a quiet alarm on my phone for two-hour intervals so that I could get up and add wood to the fire, ensuring that it would last all night. Looking down at the makeshift bed where Erin was watching me, I suddenly felt incredibly shy and anxious. I took my sweater and pants off as quickly as I could and set them on a chair before crawling under the blankets next to her. I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I stayed as far over to one side as I could. I had just settled in when I heard Erin's soft voice from behind me. "You can come a little closer. I won't bite, you know." My brain froze with indecision, but my heart knew the score and it started beating at a furious rate. I heard her shifting behind me, and I felt an arm wrap itself around my chest. My senses were on fire. The faint scent of lavender from her hair washed over me like a field of wildflowers. "Was everyone safe when you made your patrol?" I slowly rolled over so that my forehead was lightly touching hers, and I could see the flickering of the fire reflected in her eyes. "I know it's silly, but I can't sleep until I know that everyone I love is safe. Even when she is away at college, Alison texts me each night to let me know she is okay. I will make another round later after I stoke the fire." "It's not silly at all; I feel safe when I'm with you too.  Why don't you tell me your story, Davis Crawford." She must have felt me stiffen, and she started to lightly brush her fingertips through the hair on the back of my neck. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with me yet, but I would like to hear it someday when you're ready." We sat in silence for another few minutes, while the tension slowly drained from my body. It had been over 15 years; since before the drugs and alcohol got too bad with my mother; since someone had touched me with kindness and love, and I was helpless before the gentle onslaught of Erin's fingers. Eventually, I started talking. "Things weren't always bad with Mom; I remember there being more laughter than anger when I was little. She was very beautiful, and there was a procession of men in her life, even back then, but most of them treated me well. I guess they wanted to make a good impression on her. When I was four or five, though, she took up with a man from a rougher crowd. She started in with the drinking and drugs, and they never really stopped. She got pregnant with that man, and Alison was born. From there, it was like a rock sliding down the side of a hill. It starts slowly, but soon it's rolling downhill in leaps and bounds. "After Sharon was born, fewer men came around. My mom was still beautiful, but how many guys are interested in a single mother who has three kids from three different men? I had just turned ten when she left me in charge for the weekend and flew down to Vegas with some friends from the club where she waitressed and danced. A bit more than nine months later, she had Mary. "The one thing I can say for my mom is that she mostly managed to stay clean while she was pregnant. But once Mary arrived, the hill got steeper, and the rock started plummeting downwards. As fewer men showed an interest in her, Mom had to blame someone, and we kids were handy targets. That's when the hitting started. I learned pretty quickly that she didn't much care who she hit, so I made sure that I was always close at hand, to try and spare the little ones. If she was going to throw plates at someone, I figured it had better be me. "By the time I was 12, I was the only one caring for my siblings. When Mom came home drunk or stoned after her shift at the bar, I would steal enough of her tip money to buy food for my sisters' lunches. That was the worst of it, and I didn't think that we would make it through. I am not sure we would have without our landlord, Mr. Johnson. "He lived in the apartment below us and would take us in on the weekends when my mother was out with her boyfriends, feed us dinner, and let us watch a little television. I never found out why he lived such a lonely life, but he helped me keep our family together until I was old enough to handle things myself, so I will always be grateful to him." I could see tears starting to pool in the corner of Erin's eyes. "You don't need to hear the rest of this;" Erin stopped me mid-sentence by kissing my lips. "You never got to be a kid, Davis. My whole life I felt sorry for myself because my parents didn't want or care for me, but at least I had Gran and Grampy. You had no one." Even though we were lying on an old lumpy sleeping bag on a rough hardwood floor with only a fireplace for heat, I had never felt safer in my life than I did with her right then. To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

Our latest Wild City mix from the dancefloors of ParaDisco, the party series founded by Mumbai's Nida Merchant, who was already one of the country's busiest DJs before she turned her focus to building the event series and other efforts like New Delhi Community Radio from the ground up. Dedicated to the joyous nature of disco and house, the parties are not the run-of-the-mill affair of handpicked artists at regular venues, but see extra care in stylistic cohesion across not just curation but the look and feel of the events. Inviting collaboration (their Halloween party saw Delhi's Monkey Bar get decked up with the help of Nabi, for instance) and giving a chance to beginner DJs through open calls, ParaDisco promotes a sense of community, and the growing community has responded so far across cities like Delhi, Mumbai, Pune and even London. As it gears up for a Goa edition on December 27, our latest Wild City mix shares the sounds from ParaDisco's latest iteration in Mumbai as Nida leads the way into a b2b2b between her and Mumbai's own Choksi and Sohail Arora aka Rafiki. The first hour is littered with familiar tunes recontextualised through edits and sampling to offer Bollywood soundtracks from films like 'Disco Dancer', songs by Etta James and George Michael, Four Tet's famed remix of Taylor Swift's 'Love Story' to reel the listener in. Once hooked, the mix undergoes a palpable shift an hour in as the acid basslines of Kink's 'Disco Spectrum' turn the mood a bit more intense and modern as the tag team of three keeps the mix oscillating between sombre, percussive and the occasional popular callback. The mix comes fully live, as record pull-ups give a sense of the height the party reached at ParaDisco's last outing. For more info: https://www.thewildcity.com/mixes/21496-wild-city-257-nida-x-choksi-x-rafiki-paradisco

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2 Dancing, and other forms of sentimentality. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.  As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary. "She is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and shame. We spent most of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some people years before they can express their emotions through art; it took her about five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint splatters afterward before they stained." "Oh shit! Sorry about that. I can pay to replace anything that;" "Nothing to apologize for; I asked her to express how she felt, and she did it in the way that felt right to her." "Well, I appreciate your taking the time. I am just her big brother; I feel so lost when it comes to parenting." "Being a parent doesn't mean that you know any more than anyone else, and it certainly doesn't mean that you know any better. For what it's worth, I think you are doing a fine job with your family. I know that you don't have your parents around to say it, but this old woman is mighty proud of who you are and of how you have stepped up for your brother and sisters. They are very lucky to have you." I turned away so that Wilma wouldn't see me getting choked up. I couldn't remember the last time that someone had said they were proud of me. Soon enough, though, it was dinner time, and Erin came into the kitchen with that same look of amusement on her face. "Sorry to bother the chef, but Lane needs some help that only a big brother can provide." When I gave her a quizzical look, she blushed. "It seems like he is going through puberty, which can pose; some new challenges. When I was assessing his ankle, he; well, indicated his interest in me in a way that can be difficult to hide, particularly while wearing sweatpants. It's natural for his body to react that way at that age, and it's nothing for him to feel badly about, but he was mortified. I think he could use a bit of brotherly guidance and understanding." I went to the living room and saw that Lane was curled up on the couch and looked like he was fighting back tears. "How are you doing, Buddy?" He couldn't even look at me he was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry; I just couldn't help it. I don't know why it started to get bigger, and I wanted it to stop, and it wouldn't and then she saw me, and;" he continued as he fought back a sob. "Can we just go home?" "Erin is a doctor. She knows how the human body works and has seen that kind of thing a hundred times. She isn't mad at you or embarrassed. She just feels bad that you feel so bad. This is just part of getting older and growing up. "Did I ever tell you about what happened in Miss Iron's class when I was a freshman? Miss Iron was a bit of a legend among the male students at our local high school. She was the youngest and prettiest teacher, by far, and even though she always dressed professionally, the clothing style had yet to be invented that could fully conceal her bountiful natural endowment. "Well, I liked Miss Irons a lot. She was one of the few teachers who looked past my difficulty with reading and writing. So, I developed a little crush on her, which was fine until the inevitable; hmm, physical demonstration of my crush; happened in class one day, just before she asked me to collect everyone's quizzes. I tried to delay, I tried to ask a friend to do it instead, but eventually, I had to stand up. It took me until my junior year to live that one down." As Lane listened to my story, he turned to face me and his second-hand embarrassment for me helped to push his embarrassment to the side. "So, what happened?" "Miss Irons was lovely and kind like she always was, but I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me or to get hit by a bolt of lightning. Things would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned what happened to the principal, who called Mom. She didn't find the story funny at all." I hadn't thought of the aftermath when I started telling Lane this particular story, but as they say, might as well put it in four-wheel drive and keep going. "Mom was mad?" "By then, Mom was pretty much always angry. I did my best to keep her away from you and the girls when she got that way, but yeah; she was mad." "Are you mad at me?" "No, Bud, I'm not. In a few years, once your embarrassment has died down a little, I will tease you mercilessly about this because that's what brothers do; and maybe threaten to tell your girlfriend, if you fall behind on your chores or homework. But I will never get mad at you for something that you can't control. And I promise that Erin isn't mad at you either." Just then, Mary poked her head in to tell us that dinner was on the table. "Are you safe now, or do you need a few more minutes." "I'm good. Thanks, Dad." After I helped Lane hobble into the dining room, we got down to the business of eating and teasing each other, but not necessarily in that order. It felt good; almost like what I imagined a real family would feel like. Eventually, the conversation turned to more serious matters, though, and Erin led off the questions. "So, how do you know Gran, and why are you wearing Grampy's favorite sweater? And, for what it's worth, I don't remember him filling it out in quite the way that you do." I blushed a bit as Wilma jumped in. "If Phillip had filled out that sweater like young Davis here, it wouldn't have stayed on him for very long, I can tell you that." "Gran!" Erin exclaimed, laughing while sounding scandalized. "I didn't need that mental image. Heck, none of us needed that mental image." "Oh, don't you worry, Dear. He still filled it out well enough, and it looked equally good on our bedroom floor." We were pretty much all blushing at that point, which I think was Wilma's objective, so I quickly changed the topic. "I am just your mother's plumber. I came out to fix her boiler and then finished the job earlier this week when a couple of parts came in that I needed." Wilma jumped in at that point and added her two cents to my story. "He also brought me my groceries and we had a lovely conversation. He is a real Renaissance gentleman, a rarity these days." Erin looked grateful but concerned. "Did you have enough money to cover the bill, Gran? You know I can help if you need;" I tried to jump in before Wilma could reply. "No need to worry, the bill was paid in full;" "Hogwash," Wilma exclaimed as I tried to finish, turning to Mary before she continued. "Your brother wouldn't let me pay him a cent for the work that he did. Not even for the parts that needed to be replaced! He is a very nice boy but a terrible businessman." I turned to Erin for support. "I figured your Gran has enough going on right now with her health and all. It was the least I could do to help her out." Erin looked at me with a strange expression on her face. I didn't have much experience with women, so I figured I must have made her angry somehow. Most of my interactions with women, including my sisters, seemed to end with them being upset with me for one reason or another, but she didn't sound angry when she spoke. "Thank you, Davis, that was very sweet of you." "Yeah, well; you see, it's just; pass the fish, please." "That still doesn't explain why you're wearing Grampy's favorite sweater. When I was a little girl, I used to curl up in Grampy's lap and snuggle into that sweater as he read to me. He was wearing it when I danced my first dance with him in front of the fireplace. Do you remember that old record player, Gran? You used to bring it out and we would waltz around the living room to Moon River." "I still have that record player here somewhere, let me go see if I can find it." Erin started to protest, but it was too late. "To finish answering your question, Erin, we were here today because your Gran offered to mentor Mary. I tried to politely decline, but your Gran is pretty persistent when she wants to be." "That sounds like Gran. Most of the time when she makes a suggestion, it is really a command." "While we are asking questions, how is Lane's ankle?" "It's pretty badly sprained, and he will need to use crutches to walk for the next couple of weeks. You should bring him to the hospital to get some X-rays done as well, to make sure that he doesn't have any fractures." I could feel myself deflate as she mentioned X-rays. "I'm not trying to be cheap, but are the X-rays absolutely necessary? We don't have the best insurance; we got it through the exchange. I guess it's better than nothing, but the deductible is pretty high, and my other sister, Alison, her college tuition is due soon. But if you say it's important, I will put in some extra hours to make it work." It didn't usually bother me that we were poor. Heck, most everyone we knew, except the McDougals, was poor. But it hit home when you had to tell a beautiful doctor with bright amber eyes that you couldn't afford an X-ray for your little brother unless it was urgent. "Tell you what. I will be working at the hospital in Petoskey tomorrow, so why don't you bring Lane by, and I will take care of him? I will make sure that he gets a pair of loaner crutches for as long as he needs them." "You don't need to do that for us." Erin gave me another one of her looks, this one I was more familiar with; I was pretty sure it was annoyance. "So, just to be clear, you can look after my Gran, fix her boiler for free, and bring her groceries whenever you feel like it, but I can't look after your brother and make sure that his ankle is treated properly?" "Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a bit of a jackass. I'm sorry." "Apology accepted. Come by the hospital at 11 AM tomorrow." Before we could continue, the sound of a 45 playing on an old record player filled the house. You could hear the hisses and pops before Ella Fitzgerald's voice began to sing "Dream a Little Dream of Me." Chapter 3. We got up from the table and followed the music back to the living room. I helped Lane out of his chair while he half-hobbled and half-hopped along beside me. Wilma had set her ancient record player up in the corner beside a stack of old 45s, and she had a faraway look in her eyes as she looked out the picture window toward the lake. "I think it's time for me to ask the prettiest girl in the place to dance," I said, as my eyes swept across the room. "But unfortunately, it's a three-way tie. So, will you do me the honor?" I said as I held out my hand to Wilma. "I haven't danced since Phillip passed. You know, we used to dance together every Friday night. It didn't matter where we were or what we were doing, we would always make time to dance at least one song together, even if the music was only in our heads." "I imagine I will be a pretty poor partner compared to Phillip, but I will try not to step on your toes." Wilma and I ended up dancing a slow foxtrot to "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole. She smiled at me as we slowly circled the living room. "You're a very good dancer, young man." "Our mother taught me when I was very young." Before she began with the drugs and men, our mother had been a showgirl in New York and then Las Vegas. When she got pregnant with me, she moved back to Mackinaw City and started teaching ballroom dancing at a local studio. By the time I was five, I was her practice partner of choice, and she always insisted that I lead, despite being only half her size. "The man always leads, Darling, that's just the way of the world." I was hardly a man at the time, but I never disagreed with my mother when she was in a good mood, because I knew it could shift in an instant. So, I learned to dance, and I learned to lead. The memories came flooding back as I guided Wilma into a soft over-sway, and she smiled with delight. "Oh my, you do know how to dance!" I couldn't help but smile back. "I can't take all the credit. I think Phillip must have infused this sweater with his fancy footwork." As the song ended, I took a step back and did my best to give Wilma a gracious bow. "It was a pleasure dancing with you, my lady." "The pleasure was all mine, good sir." I turned toward Mary and held out my hand. She hesitated before Wilma declared, "There are no wallflowers in this house." Mary slowly stood but looked anxious as I took her hand. "Davis, I don't know how to dance. Mom was; she was too far gone to teach me by the time I was old enough to learn." "That's okay," I reassured her. "If there is anything that Mom made sure of, it's that I know how to lead. Just relax, and I will guide you through it." Wilma helped Lane, who had taken over as DJ, to choose a slower song so that Mary would feel more comfortable, and I heard the opening bars of "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. I started to lead Mary through a slow rumba, and she picked up the steps very quickly. She was a natural. I felt a sudden stab of regret as we moved together across the floor. "I'm sorry. I should have made time to teach you to dance. But the last few years, it has just taken everything I have to keep us;" "It's alright. You've had other things on your mind. And look; you are teaching me how to dance, now." As Mary grew more confident, I guided her through a simple underarm turn, and we ended with a dip, which made her giggle and earned a round of applause from the others. Finally, I turned to Erin, who was sitting on the couch beside Lane. I suddenly felt very shy and, for the first time that evening, she looked nervous as well. "Would you dance with me, Erin?" She didn't reply but stood and took my hand. We waited for a moment while Wilma and Lane chose a new 45 and then listened to the pop and hiss as it started to play. Soon, an alto saxophone introduced the Henri Mancini version of "Moon River," and we started a slow waltz. Although there was space between us, it was bridged by an electric charge that connected and drew us together. Even though I spent most of the dance looking over Erin's shoulder, every detail of her beauty was etched in my memory, and I felt a warm breeze pass between us, raising goosebumps on my skin. We barely noticed the pause as the song ended, and a new one began until Etta James began to sing. At last, my love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song The song was in 4/4 time, so I switched to a foxtrot and Erin followed as we glided across the smooth wood of the living room floor. I was so caught up in the moment, and in Erin, that I led her through a turn that transitioned into an over sway, before I stepped backward, allowing her to gently pivot into me. Our eyes met and I was lost in them again. Before we could break the spell, a heavy gust of wind shook the house, and the power flickered out. The room went dark, which sharpened my remaining senses. Suddenly, the warmth of Erin's breath on my neck felt like wildfire across my skin. We were motionless for a three-heartbeat eternity before the lights flickered and came back on. I let go of Erin and felt all of my longing and awkwardness rush back in. "Thank you, Erin. That was;" I couldn't finish; words didn't seem enough to express how I felt. "I should check the breakers and make sure that everything is alright, and then we should go. Why don't I wash these clothes and drop them back for you later." Wilma just smiled and shook her head. "If you like them, please keep them. Otherwise, they will just grow old and musty like me." A little while later, we said our goodbyes, but I promised to bring Lane to the hospital the next morning. Wilma told Mary that she would see her on Wednesday after school and again the next Sunday. I was expecting Mary to protest, but she just gave a meek, "Yes, Wilma." I was nervous when I took Lane to the hospital the next day. The deductible on our insurance was high enough that we paid for pretty much anything less serious than a severed limb out of pocket. Erin, however, was as good as her word. After the X-ray confirmed that there were no breaks or fractures in the bones around his ankle, she re-wrapped it and arranged for a pair of loaner crutches that he could use for as long as he needed them. Before we left, Erin asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee in the cafeteria, to which I readily agreed. I gave my phone to Lane so he could amuse himself while Erin and I talked. "I just wanted to say how much I appreciate what you did for Gran. I do what I can, but I spend half my time at the Children's Hospital down in Grand Rapids right now and I am often on call while I am here. I just don't have the time to give her the help that she needs." "Honestly, it's no big deal. I do a lot of work around Good Hart since the bigger plumbing companies don't like to travel that far, so I don't mind looking in on her while I am there. And she seems to have taken a real interest in Mary, so the least I can do is to bring her some groceries and help around the place a bit." Erin pursed her lips and looked like she had just bitten into a lemon. "The 'least you can do' is more than the rest of our family can be bothered to do put together, so thank you." "I meant to ask you about that. What did your Gran do to end up so isolated from the rest of your family?" "The rest of my family is; there is no nice way to put it, they're snobs. None of them have any interest in spending time 'up north' as they call it, and they can't wait for Gran to move into a retirement home and die so they can get their money and forget about this place. That's why no one comes to visit Gran anymore, even for Thanksgiving; it's part of their campaign to convince her to sell her land to the McDougals. Before you came along, I thought they were going to succeed." "Well, excuse my language, but fuck them. I don't know Wilma that well, but I will do what I can to make sure that she gets to spend her remaining days in the place that she loves." "That's easy to say, but harder to do once the McDougals and their minions start coming by your place, offering you money and making threats unless you back off." "Well, if they do, they will find out what every teacher who ever taught me learned the hard way. I am bad at taking orders and even worse at following instructions. I am not afraid of the McDougal boys." My exclamation brought a smile to Erin's pretty face. I decided that I would be willing to do quite a lot to see that smile on her face again. But there was one thing I still didn't understand. "Why aren't you on board with the rest of your family? You must be under a lot of pressure to abandon your Gran like the rest of them." "My father, Gran's youngest son, Max, died shortly after I was born, and my mother moved the family to California where she remarried into a family that had a little money but a great deal of pretension and ambition. My mother picked up that insatiable need for money and status like it was a virus. "When I was a child, my mother and stepfather spent summers and holidays traveling the world, staying in places where children weren't welcome. Although they wanted nothing to do with Gran and Grampy and their 'vermin-filled shack in the middle of nowhere', they were more than happy to leave me with them while they were away. "They would put me on a plane to Grand Rapids while they jetted off to their spas and their fine dining. Gran and Grampy were the only people who cared for me, and they became my whole world. "When I was 14, I was staying with Gran and Grampy, and I caught a fever that was so bad that I nearly died. It was a pretty grim time. My parents even thought about flying home from Monaco to be with me. They didn't, but it was the only time in my entire childhood that they considered it. But I will always remember how kind the doctors and nurses were to me when I was sick. That's why I became a pediatrician and moved home." "Isn't California home?" "Home is where the people that you love are, and so this will always be my home. Or it will be until Gran passes on, anyway." We sat in silence for a while, sipping our coffee. Before long, it was time for me to go. "This might sound crazy, but since the rest of your family aren't going to be here to celebrate Thanksgiving with your Gran, how about you and I try to give her one more Thanksgiving to remember." Erin brightened at the idea, and the smile returned to her face. "That would be amazing! Why don't I give you my number, and we can figure out how to make it happen!" Chapter 4. For the next few weeks, Mary continued to meet with Wilma on Wednesdays and Sundays. I would often take the opportunity to bring her groceries or other supplies while I dropped Mary off and, if the weather was agreeable, do some fishing. Once he could walk without crutches, Lane came along as well, in quest of another monster steelhead. Unfortunately, all he caught was some yellow perch and rock bass, but it was nice to spend the day with him down on the dock. I saw Erin a few times at Wilma's as we made plans for Thanksgiving. She seemed to particularly enjoy talking with me while I split firewood out by the shed. It was hard work, and I was often drenched with sweat by the time I was done, but she didn't seem to mind. And she worked while we talked, helping to stack the larger pieces and collecting the smaller ones for kindling. The one point of contention in our plan was how Erin would get to Wilma's on Thanksgiving Day. She was slated to work a 12-hour shift the evening before, ending at seven in the morning, and she worried that if she went home to rest, she would sleep through the entire day. Her solution was to drive out to Wilma's after her shift and catch a few hours of sleep when she got there. I thought that driving that far after working all night seemed like a terrible idea, so I offered to give her a ride instead. She did not like that one bit. "I don't want you to make an extra trip when I am perfectly capable of driving myself." It sounded like she was digging in for a fight, so I tried a different tactic to convince her. "I need to stop at the hospital anyway, to return Lane's crutches. I can kill two birds with one stone and pick you up at the same time." She didn't buy that rationale either so, reluctantly, I resorted to the truth. "I am sure you're a great driver, but if you drive yourself, I will be up that morning anyway, worrying that you are safe. I know it doesn't make sense, but I have been looking after my siblings for so long its second nature for me to worry, and I can't seem to turn it off. So please, let me pick you up. But for me, not for you. And do you know how rarely I get to be gallant these days? I will feel like your knight in shining armor." That finally got a laugh from Erin. "Alright, you win. Why don't you pick me up at 7:15 at the hospital? You can sweep me up onto your trusty steed and carry me away to Gran's house." "If by trusty steed you mean rusty old GMC truck, then it's a deal." The morning of Thanksgiving dawned chilly and gray, with a cold wind blowing in off the lake. I was up early to make sure that I made it to the hospital on time, and I was listening to the local AM country station as I drove when the DJ started his break. "A happy Thanksgiving to all our listeners. If you're on the roads today, be aware that there is a severe weather warning in effect for the area north of Cadillac and into the upper peninsula. We're expecting a combination of high winds and lake-effect snow to make driving hazardous, and you should be prepared for possible power interruptions and outages." I was relieved that Erin had agreed to let me pick her up and that I had invested in good snow tires for my pickup. The snow had already started by the time I reached the hospital, and I pulled my jacket tightly around me as I went inside. I dropped Lane's crutches with the duty nurse and waited for several minutes before Erin arrived. She looked exhausted, and the gentle smile that I loved was nowhere in evidence. "Hey, Erin. Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I just had a long shift, but I am ready to head out." She came up to me and gave me a hesitant look. "Actually, I could really use a hug if that's alright." Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face in my sweater. Hidden from the world by the folds of my jacket, I felt her body start to shake. The tremors lasted for a minute before they gentled and then finally stopped. I looked out the window at the falling snow to give her a moment to compose herself. "Let's head to Gran's house. This weather isn't going to get better any time soon." With that, we got in my truck and started the drive up to Good Hart. Erin sat in silence and looked out the window. "If you want to talk, I probably can't help with doctor problems; but I am a good listener." It took Erin a minute before she opened up. "Most of the time, I love being a pediatrician. Kids come to me scared and in pain, and I help them to get better. But sometimes, it's just too much. Around midnight last night, an ambulance brought in a mother and daughter. Her boyfriend had been drinking; and he got violent. The little girl tried to protect her mother and; and; "It's one thing to treat a grown woman, you know. I mean it's still pretty bad, but; that little girl. Fuck. One thing I've learned from this job is that monsters are real." I wanted to give Erin another hug, but since I was driving, I just reached over to take her hand. "I'm sorry." My words seemed so incredibly inadequate; considering what she had just dealt with; but she squeezed my hand. "Thanks for listening." We drove on in silence, and by the time we pulled into Wilma's laneway, Erin was gently snoring with her head against the window. I stopped as close as I could to the house before lifting her out of the cab. She tucked her head into my shoulder, and I carried her inside, where Wilma was already busy in the kitchen. She came out to greet us, and I spoke to her in a low voice. "Erin had a very tough night. I think some rest will do her a world of good." Wilma helped Erin out of her boots and coat and then showed us through to the guest bedroom, where I laid Erin on the bed. The room was filled with pictures of Erin from when she was younger; standing on the dock with an older but handsome man who I guessed must be Phillip, curled up in a ball on the sofa, book in hand, and smiling in her cap and gown as she graduated. In each picture, I could see hints of the beautiful woman she would become. By the time I returned with the rest of my family, the storm had begun to pick up. Snow drifts were accumulating against the house and shed, so we brought everything with us into the house that we might need for the evening. It took some convincing, but Sharon and I took over in the kitchen while Wilma, Alison, Mary, and Lane started a game of Scrabble in the living room. Once the preparations were well underway, I laid in as much wood for the fireplace as I could. With the high winds and heavy snow, I was worried that we might lose power, and I wanted to make sure that we prepared, just in case. The radiators and boiler would provide almost no heat if there was a prolonged power outage, but the fireplace had a high-efficiency insert that would keep the house warm, as long as we built up a good bed of coals. Lane insisted on helping me with the firewood, and after a half dozen trips to the woodshed and back, we both looked like live-action versions of the abominable snowman. Wilma showed some sympathy for our plight, while our sisters had a good-natured laugh at our expense. By the early afternoon, dinner was almost ready, and Wilma sent me to wake Erin. She had barely moved since I had tucked her in and seemed so peaceful in her sleep. I leaned over and spoke softly to her until she opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, she broke into a shy smile. "I guess we made it to Gran's." "That we did, we got here close to six hours ago." Her eyes flew open, and she tried to get up until I reassured her. "We've got things under control. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Take your time; and maybe give yourself a few minutes for that pillow line on your cheek to fade." I turned to leave, so she could have some privacy, but she reached out and took my hand. "I just wanted to say thank you again for earlier. I am not used to having someone I can talk to; someone I can trust. It's only been Gran and Grampy, and me for so long, and I didn't want to burden them. But I shouldn't have dumped my troubles on you like that, we barely know each other." "I was just glad that you felt comfortable enough to share how you felt with me. Today was probably the worst day of that little girl's life. I am sure she was terrified, confused, and in a lot of pain. But what she'll remember is the angel who comforted her and treated her with kindness and love. "I need to get back to the kitchen, or I will burn something. Fair warning, this is my first time cooking a Thanksgiving turkey, so you may want to load your plate up with fixings and sides, just in case." As it turned out, the turkey wasn't perfect, but it wasn't that bad, and the gravy was tasty as heck (probably because Wilma made it.) We had mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, and peas as sides, with the obligatory cranberry sauce (from a can). The conversation at dinner was a chaotic mixture of laughter, stories, and the kind of teasing that you only get when you bring five siblings together over a hearty meal. It didn't take Erin long to choose a side in the battle of the siblings, and soon, it was the four girls against Lane and me, with Wilma as our impartial referee. I don't know how Lane felt, but for me, it was worth being ganged up on just to see Erin and my sisters smiling and laughing. Although he tried to hide it, it was clear that Lane still had a bit of a crush on Erin, so I imagined that he was just fine with making her smile as well. For dessert, Erin brought pumpkin and apple pies that she had bought at the bakery in Petoskey, which we ate with some vanilla ice cream from the local creamery. I was sure there would be some dessert left over, given the amount that we all ate for dinner, but somehow, we finished it all. Everyone pitched in with the dishes and then we moved to the living room where we played cards and some more board games. As we played, Mary asked Wilma about some of her more memorable Thanksgivings, and she got a faraway smile. For the next hour, she regaled us with stories of humble times with the kids by the lake and, in later days, fancier celebrations with some of the families that Phillip befriended while they sat for portraits. As our last game of Scrabble ended, Sharon looked at Wilma with a mischievous grin. "Mary was telling me about the dance party that you had a few weeks ago here in your living room. Rumor has it that my big brother can dance! I was hoping, if you asked him nicely, that we could all see him in action." Wilma got up from her chair and started to move toward the hall closet. "Lane, come along and help, please. I am far too old to be carting around a heavy record player." Lane hopped up and went to help Wilma, while the rest of us began to move the furniture out of the way. As Lane set up, Wilma admonished the rest of us. "Remember, there is only one rule about dancing in my house: no wallflowers." With that, Lane started the first song, and I asked Wilma to dance. Alison followed suit, asking Lane to dance, and soon she was teaching him how to lead. Finally, Erin stood as well and gave a deep bow to Mary. "It would be my honor, enchanting lady, if I could have this dance." With a laugh, Mary stood, and soon we were all moving around the room, trying not to bump into each other or step on each other's toes. For the next hour, we danced, laughed, and pretty much forgot about the world outside. Lane even got up the courage to dance with Erin, although he stayed so far away from her that you would have thought she was radioactive. I took a couple of turns with Erin and was amazed at the way she melted into my arms. When we danced, there was a wave of knowing smirks from my sisters and a pleased smile from Wilma, but I didn't care. I could have danced with her all night. Unfortunately, during my third dance with Erin, the real world decided to interrupt our festivities. Erin and I had just started a turn when the power went out. I instinctively pulled Erin into my arms to protect her, and then I leaned in through the darkness and kissed her. She returned the kiss, ran her hand through my hair, and let out a small moan. "Do you think the power will come back on?" Lane's question cut through the fog of my lust and longing. "Probably not until sometime after the storm has passed. So, we should all plan on spending the night here and then figuring things out in the morning." With Wilma's agreement, we got settled in for the evening. After some protest, Wilma agreed to sleep in the guest room since it had a direct line of sight to the thermoelectric stove fan that helped circulate the heat from the fireplace. My three sisters slept in Wilma's bed, both to share body heat and because it was the larger of the two beds in the house. Lane slept on the couch, while Erin and I slept on the floor in front of the fireplace. Erin laid out an older sleeping bag, for comfort, with some bedding and blankets on top. In deference to Lane, she waited until she was under the blankets before she shimmied off her pants, while I stoked the fireplace. I made one more pass through the house, to check on Wilma and my sisters, but it seemed they had already fallen asleep. Even Lane had passed right out, despite his proximity to the pants-less Erin. I set a quiet alarm on my phone for two-hour intervals so that I could get up and add wood to the fire, ensuring that it would last all night. Looking down at the makeshift bed where Erin was watching me, I suddenly felt incredibly shy and anxious. I took my sweater and pants off as quickly as I could and set them on a chair before crawling under the blankets next to her. I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I stayed as far over to one side as I could. I had just settled in when I heard Erin's soft voice from behind me. "You can come a little closer. I won't bite, you know." My brain froze with indecision, but my heart knew the score and it started beating at a furious rate. I heard her shifting behind me, and I felt an arm wrap itself around my chest. My senses were on fire. The faint scent of lavender from her hair washed over me like a field of wildflowers. "Was everyone safe when you made your patrol?" I slowly rolled over so that my forehead was lightly touching hers, and I could see the flickering of the fire reflected in her eyes. "I know it's silly, but I can't sleep until I know that everyone I love is safe. Even when she is away at college, Alison texts me each night to let me know she is okay. I will make another round later after I stoke the fire." "It's not silly at all; I feel safe when I'm with you too.  Why don't you tell me your story, Davis Crawford." She must have felt me stiffen, and she started to lightly brush her fingertips through the hair on the back of my neck. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with me yet, but I would like to hear it someday when you're ready." We sat in silence for another few minutes, while the tension slowly drained from my body. It had been over 15 years; since before the drugs and alcohol got too bad with my mother; since someone had touched me with kindness and love, and I was helpless before the gentle onslaught of Erin's fingers. Eventually, I started talking. "Things weren't always bad with Mom; I remember there being more laughter than anger when I was little. She was very beautiful, and there was a procession of men in her life, even back then, but most of them treated me well. I guess they wanted to make a good impression on her. When I was four or five, though, she took up with a man from a rougher crowd. She started in with the drinking and drugs, and they never really stopped. She got pregnant with that man, and Alison was born. From there, it was like a rock sliding down the side of a hill. It starts slowly, but soon it's rolling downhill in leaps and bounds. "After Sharon was born, fewer men came around. My mom was still beautiful, but how many guys are interested in a single mother who has three kids from three different men? I had just turned ten when she left me in charge for the weekend and flew down to Vegas with some friends from the club where she waitressed and danced. A bit more than nine months later, she had Mary. "The one thing I can say for my mom is that she mostly managed to stay clean while she was pregnant. But once Mary arrived, the hill got steeper, and the rock started plummeting downwards. As fewer men showed an interest in her, Mom had to blame someone, and we kids were handy targets. That's when the hitting started. I learned pretty quickly that she didn't much care who she hit, so I made sure that I was always close at hand, to try and spare the little ones. If she was going to throw plates at someone, I figured it had better be me. "By the time I was 12, I was the only one caring for my siblings. When Mom came home drunk or stoned after her shift at the bar, I would steal enough of her tip money to buy food for my sisters' lunches. That was the worst of it, and I didn't think that we would make it through. I am not sure we would have without our landlord, Mr. Johnson. "He lived in the apartment below us and would take us in on the weekends when my mother was out with her boyfriends, feed us dinner, and let us watch a little television. I never found out why he lived such a lonely life, but he helped me keep our family together until I was old enough to handle things myself, so I will always be grateful to him." I could see tears starting to pool in the corner of Erin's eyes. "You don't need to hear the rest of this;" Erin stopped me mid-sentence by kissing my lips. "You never got to be a kid, Davis. My whole life I felt sorry for myself because my parents didn't want or care for me, but at least I had Gran and Grampy. You had no one." Even though we were lying on an old lumpy sleeping bag on a rough hardwood floor with only a fireplace for heat, I had never felt safer in my life than I did with her right then. To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

GRAMMY winner and Nashville Songwriters Hall of Famer Mike Reid chats about his remarkable musical life. PART ONEScott and Paul talk about the sports games and so much morePART TWOOur in depth conversation with Mike ReidABOUT MIKE REIDNashville Songwriters Hall of Famer Mike Reid has written twelve #1 country songs and has had his work recorded by Bonnie Raitt, Anita Baker, Bette Midler, Prince, George Michael, Nancy Wilson, Etta James, Kenny Rogers, Ann Murray, Wynonna Judd, Alabama, Joe Cocker, Tanya Tucker, Willie Nelson, Collin Raye and Tim McGraw. He is perhaps best known for co-writing the modern-day standard “I Can't Make You Love Me” with Allen Shamblin. Launching his music career as a staff songwriter for country star Ronnie Milsap's publishing company, Reid penned Milsap hits such as “Stranger in My House,” which won a Grammy for Best Country Song” and “Lost in the Fifties Tonight,” which was named ASCAP's Country Song of the Year. As an artist, Mike signed with Columbia Records and scored a #1 hit with the self-penned “Walk on Faith.”Others who've recorded Reid's songs include Tammy Wynette, Rita Coolidge, Don Williams, Billy Dean, Josh Turner, Shelby Lynne, The Judds, George Jones, and Shania Twain. A true Renaissance man, Reid went on to compose theatrical and operatic works, winning a Richard Rodgers Development Award from the Academy of Arts and Letters for 1997's The Ballad of Little Jo. His most recent project is a collaborative album with Joe Henry called Life and Time.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Un mapa afectivo musical donde conviven nostalgia, ternura y el pulso perdurable del amor en sus distintas formas.A Sunday Kind Of Love, Etta James, At Last!Somethin’ Stupid, Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra, The World We KnewDream a Little Dream of Me, Doris Day, Paul Weston And His Orchestra, Day By Night (with Paul Weston & His Music From Hollywood)L-O-V-E, Nat King Cole, L-O-V-EEverybody Loves Somebody, Dean Martin, Everybody Loves SomebodyLovefool, The Cardigans, First Band On The Moon Put Your Records On, Corinne Bailey Rae, Corinne Bailey RaeAin’t No Sunshine, Bill Withers, Just As I AmLovely Day, Bill Withers, MenagerieKiss Me, Sixpence None The Richer, Sixpence None The RicherBoth Sides Now, Joni Mitchell, CloudsBig Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell, Ladies of the CanyonIn My Life, The Beatles, Rubber Soul Overjoyed, Stevie Wonder, In Square CircleFeeling Good, Nina Simone, I Put A Spell On YouHow Deep Is Your Love, Bee Gees, GreatestEscuchar audio

A fresh episode of Blues is the Truth is ready for you and there is a touch of Christmas spirit starting to sneak into the mix. Nothing too full on yet but just enough to put a little shine on your week while the blues keep rolling strong. This one is packed with amazing music from the very best including Bessie Smith, Christopher Waze and the Tellers with the wonderful Emma Wilson, Eddie Cotton, John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers, Texas Fire, Etta James, Cleveland Blue, Greg Coulson, Jimmie Vaughan, John Mayer, Reckless and Blue, Dwight Yokum, Mike Bourne Band, Albert King, Buddy Guy, Sharon Lewis, Dave Kelly, Mark Cameron, Yuri Apsy, Duwayne Burnside, King Curtis, Eric Clapton, Lloyd Spiegal, Royal Southern Brotherhood and Mississippi Heat. It is a beautiful blend of legends, favourites and a few surprises to keep you smiling.

Sintonía: "Ooh Poo Pah Doo (Part 2)" - Jessie Hill 1.-"Watch Your Step" - Bobby Parker 2.- "Same Thing" - Gino Parks 3.- "Behind The 8-Ball" - Lee Dorsey 4.- "Down In The Valley" - Solomon Burke 5.- "Good Good Lovin´ " - James Brown & The Famous Flames 6.- "Never Gonna Let You Go" - Marvin Gaye 7.- "Sack-O-Woe" - The Mar-Keys 8.- "One Degree North" - The Mar-Keys 9.- "You´re Mine" - Ann Cole10.- "Each Day" - Ann Cole11.- "Baby, Baby Every Night" - Etta James12.- "Wait a Minute" - Barbara Stephens13.- "Ninety Nine And A Half Won´t Do" - Della Reese14.- "For You" - Carla Thomas15.- "Rock Love" - Lula Reed16.- "You Gotta Have That Green" - Lula Reed17.- "You´re A Little Too Late" - Danny Owens18.- "You Better Mind" - Doris Payne20.- "Turn On Your Love Light" - Bobby Bland21.- "You Better Move On" - Arthur Alexander22.- "Just A Little Bit" - Rosco Gordon Todas las músicas extraídas del CD 1 de la compilación (2xCD) "Soul For Dancers 2 - Out On The Floor Firecrackers" (Fantastic Voyage/Future Noise Music 2016)Escuchar audio

The new Blues is the Truth has landed and it is a beauty. Ian is back with all the familiar features and a playlist that runs from raw roots grit to smooth late night soul. This week you will hear Juke Joint Johnny, Dave Specter, Eddie Boyd, Tail Dragger, Andy Twyman, Willie J Laws Jr, Jim Allchin, Ben Rice and the PDX Hustle, The Headhunters Blues Band, Ry Cooder, Mississippi Shakedown, Buddy Guy with John Mayer, JB Lenoir, Kenny Neal, Miss Emily, Milwaukee and Friends, Jason Ellmore and Hoodoo Witch, Marcia Ball, Buddy Guy, Jimmie Vaughan, Etta James, Lachy Doley, Joe Louis Walker, Chris Duarte, Brooks Williams and Dave Thomas. It is a feast from start to finish and a perfect way to brighten your day.

Blues From The Ouse #303 – Jorvik Radio (26 Nov 2025)This week's show blends brand‑new releases, bird‑blues themes, and listener requests with our trademark wit.

Welcome back to Music Maniacs W/ Sight After Dark! Have you ever wondered why legendary artists feel threatened by up-and-coming superstars?  Whether it's Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley, Etta James, and Beyonce, Eric Clapton and Led Zeppelin or Nicki Minaj and Cardi B, It seems like established artists always feel threatened by the new people coming up under them. In this episode, we're going to take a deep dive into why that is. As always, we went on a few maniacal tirades a long the way. Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________ Do you love Music, and Music History, with a side of Comedy? Well you're in the right place! Sight After Dark (Singer Sifa Graffiti and Guitarist Dan Berg) is a band out of Brooklyn, NY that loves two things: 1) Talking Music. 2) Cracking Jokes. One day we were sitting around, discussing our favorite artists, and thought: ”if this isn't a podcast, we don't know what is!” Basically, Instead of keeping our musical conversations to ourselves, we decided to record them for all to hear. Come along as we discuss music, and whatever maniacal topics our brains decide to cover at the time new episodes every Wednesday! ___________________________________________________________ If you like our content, and feel like being generous, please consider adding to our virtual tip jar! Every dollar helps us to continue making content like this!  https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/sightafterdark? Checkout our latest music: Buy here: https://sightafterdark.bandcamp.com/track/any-day-now Stream here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/sightafterdark/any-day-now Support us by purchasing Sight After Dark Merchandise! https://sightafterdark.myspreadshop.com/all ___________________________________________________________ Social Media: Twitter: https://twitter.com/sightafterdark Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sight_afterdark/?hl=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sightafterdark/ Website: www.sightafterdarkonline.com Dan Berg: Twitter: @danbergmusic Instagram: @danbergmusic YouTube: Dan Berg Music Sifa Graffiti: Instagram: @sifa.graffiti movementgraffiti.info Business inquiries? Shoot us an email here: sightafterdark@gmail.com

Nos invités.e.s nous révèlent leurs trois titres les plus écoutés. L'écrivaine Nathacha Appanah (Prix Femina 2025) avoue ne pas écouter de musique en ce moment. Pascal Claude a alors mené l'enquête pour identifier des morceaux importants pour elle. Vous entendrez les artistes Etta James, Jacques Brel et Wejdene. Merci pour votre écoute Dans quel Monde on vit, c'est également en direct tous les samedi de 10h à 11h sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Dans quel Monde on vit sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/8524 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Born and raised in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Kayla Renee Jones is singer songwriter currently based out of Roanoke Virginia. With a diverse cover selection ranging from the Goo Goo Dolls and Pearl Jam, to Etta James and Billy Joel, her emotive and brutally honest voice captures audiences. Her main influences include Jeff Buckley, Elliott Smith, Phoebe Bridgers, Radiohead, Cocteau Twins, Fiona Apple, and Tori Amos.With the help of other local artists, Kayla has played at many local venues such as Sweet Donkey, Twin Creeks Brewery, and Brady's Distillery. When she isn't performing or writing, Kayla Renee spends her free time baking or reading.

Meet the creator of a fabulous new coffee-table book, “Rock to Baroque – Four Decades of Music Photography.”  The artist is celebrated photographer Eric Antoniou whose work transcends mere imagery.  For decades he has captured the essence of musicians in performance and beyond,  from rock to jazz, blues to classical.  David Bowie,  The Rolling Stones,  Roy Orbison, Etta James, Leonard Bernstein, K.D. Lang, Springsteen, Sinatra and  Dizzy Gillespy are just a few of the iconic photos Eric is proud to share!

Sintonía: "Rinky Dink" - Dave "Baby" Cortez"Something´s Got a Hold On Me" y "Waiting For Charlie To Come Home" - Etta James"Open Your Heart" y "Ask Me" - Sugar Pie DeSanto"I´ve Got a Claim On you" - Betty Everett"You Can´t Judge a Book by The Cover" - Bo Diddley"Just Like I Treat You" y "Wang-Dang-Doodle" - Howlin´ Wolf"Doctor Feel-Good" y "Mister Moonlight" - Dr. Feelgood & The Interns"Getting Right" - Dave "Baby" Cortez"Fat Boy" - Billy Stewart"No Love (Like My Love)" y "I Found An Angel" - McKinley Mitchell"A Little Too Much" y "I Wish I Could Say The Same" - Clarence "Frogman" Henry"Make It Easy On Yourself" e "It´s Too Late" - Jerry Butler"Your Love Is Important To Me" - Betty Everett"Reap What You Sow" - Billy Stewart Todas las músicas extraídas del CD 1 de la compilación (2xCD) "Soul City Chicago: Chicago Labels and The Dawn Of Soul Music" (Fantastic Voyage/Future Noise Music, 2013)Escuchar audio

We're celebrating our 10th anniversary all year by digging in the vaults to re-present classic episodes with fresh commentary. Today, we're revisiting our 2020 conversation with Stax legend David Porter.ABOUT DAVID PORTER Named one of Rolling Stone magazine's “100 Greatest Songwriters of All Time,” Porter is best known for his songwriting partnership with Isaac Hayes that helped define the sound of Memphis's legendary Stax Records. As the first African American staff songwriter at Stax, Porter, along with his partner, wrote and produced songs such as “B-A-B-Y” for Carla Thomas, “Your Good Thing (Is About to End)”—an R&B hit for Mable John that later became a pop and R&B smash for Lou Rawls, and his own recording of “Can't See You When I Want To.” Hayes and Porter are best known, however, for their work with Sam & Dave, including such classic hits as “You Don't Know Like I Know,” “You Got Me Hummin',” “Hold On! I'm Comin'” (which later became a country hit for Waylon Jennings and Jerry Reed), “Soul Man” (which became a hit a second time thanks to the Blues Brothers), “I Thank You” (which was later covered by ZZ Top), and “When Something is Wrong with My Baby” (which was reimagined as a memorable duet between Otis Redding and Carla Thomas, a country hit for Sonny James, and an adult contemporary hit for Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville). The list of artists who've covered Porter's songs includes Aretha Franklin, Bruce Springsteen, William Bell, Melissa Ethridge, Bonnie Raitt, Garth Brooks, Etta James, Celine Dion, Wilson Pickett, George Benson, Dusty Springfield, Jerry Lee Lewis, The Staple Singers, Solomon Burke, James Brown, Eric Clapton, B. B. King, Tina Turner, Jackie Wilson, and more. His songs have been used as samples in countless recordings by artists such as Jay-Z, Eminem, Wu-Tang Clan, The Notorious B.I.G., Justin Bieber, Mariah Carey, and others. A highly celebrated giant among celebrated songwriters, Porter was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2005.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

James keeps it funky again in this episode, with funky numbers from the late 1960s and early 1970s from Clarence Reid, Johnny Thunder, Shirley Brown, Della Reese, Etta James, Andre Williams, Swamp Dogg, Candi Staton, and more, including one of the most sampled songs of all time, a funky interpretation of a Roger Miller country classic, a run of fine Memphis and Muscle Shoals productions, and more! -Originally broadcast October 26, 2025- Willie Mitchell / That Driving BeatFabulous Counts / Get Down PeopleThe South Side Movement / Have a Little MercyOscar Toney, Jr. / Person To PersonJoe Tex / You Better Believe It BabyShirley Brown / Yes Sir BrotherBobby Bland / I'm So TiredJohnny Thunder / Power To The PeopleThe People's Choice / Cause That's the Way I KnowJohnny Griffith, Inc. / Grand Central ShuttleKris Peterson / Mama's Little Baby Is a Big Girl NowLily Fields / A Boy In A Man's WorldClarence Reid / Fools Are Not Born (They Are Made)Jackie Lee / The ChickenBarbara & The Browns / You Don't Love MeChuck Brooks / Baa Baa Black SheepSam Hutchins / Dang MeBoogaloo Joe Jones / Inside JobThe Winstons / Amen, BrotherThe Free Movement / I Can't Convince My HeartLloyd Price / Love MusicLoleatta Holloway / H.E.L.P. M.E. M.Y. L.O.R.D.Della Reese / Compared to WhatJohnnie Taylor / Take Care of Your HomeworkThe Turnarounds / Somewhere In This World (A Telephone Is Ringing)Etta James / Tighten Up Your Own ThingAndre Williams / The StrokeSwamp Dogg / These Are Not My PeopleVin Cardinal / There'll Be No City on the HillThe Sister and Brothers / Yeah, You RightUltra High Frequency / We're On the Right TrackSpencer Wiggins / Love MachineCandi Staton / EvidenceGladys Knight & the Pips / If You Gonna Leave (Just Leave)Marva Whitney / Things Got to Get BetterThe South Street Soul Guitars / Poppin' Popcorn Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Making a Scene Presents an Interview with Jimi Primetime SmithJimi “Primetime” Smith has lived and breathed the blues his entire life. A veteran guitarist and vocalist, he's performed with legends like Otis Rush, Albert King, Albert Collins, and Etta James. Though his humble nature often keeps him under the radar, his recent surge of attention is making sure blues fans finally know his name. http://www.makingascene.org

221 - Brian Ray (Paul McCartney, Etta James, the Earls of Babylon) In episode 221 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with guitarist?bassist and singer Brian Ray. In their conversation Brian tells us about his current tour with Paul McCartney and his Gibson models as well as his vintage yet eclectic guitar collection, guitars with special features and odd colors. Brian talks about his friend Steve Conte and their project “Earls of Babylon” and the resulting EP. Brian discusses his love for Garage Rock and gives us a quick history. Brian takes us through his musical and childhood journey in LA traveling with his sister who was in a band and preforming throughout the area and himself performing at the Troubadour at the age of 15. Brian discusses starting on drums and his red sparkle Rogers kit and his first real guitar a telecaster and then a gold top Gibson Les Paul played through an Ampeg V4. Brian describes his career highlights, playing guitar for Bobby Pickett (the Monster Mash), Etta James, Rita Coolidge, Johnny Halliday and of course Paul McCartney and writing songs for Smokey Robinson. Brian talks about his touring gear throughout the years including what he's currently using and the techs he uses to keep his gear up. Finally Brian tells us about his hot rod and his love of car shows. To find out more about Brian you can go to his website: brianray.com and you can find the “Earl's of Babylon” wherever you stream music. Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #BrianRay #theEarlsofBabylon #SteveConte #JamesPatrickRegan #GibsonSG #GibsonCustomShop #PaulMcCartney #EttaJames #theDeadlies #JohnnyHalliday #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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Hanorah is a singer-songwriter from Montreal who's opened for Mavis Staples, and grew up listening to Etta James and Joss Stone. But on her latest EP, “Closer Than Hell,” Hanorah moves beyond her early soul influences and explores a new voice. Earlier this year, she joined Tom Power to tell us how she started songwriting, why she's happy she didn't win “La Voix” (the Quebec version of “The Voice”), and what inspired her new song, “Barbed Wire.”

The Trombone Corner Podcast is brought to you by Bob Reeves Brass and The Brass Ark.  Join hosts Noah and John as they interview Tom "Bones" Malone.   About Tom : Tom “Bones” Malone, trombonist, multi-instrumentalist, arranger & producer is best known for his work with The Blues Brothers, David Letterman Show and Saturday Night Live. Tom has played on 4,400+ television shows, 3,500+ radio & television commercials, over 1,500 recordings and thousands of live performances throughout the world. Tom has done 3,000 arrangements for television.   Tom plays trombone, tuba, bass trombone, contrabass trombone, euphonium, bass trumpet, trumpet, flugelhorn, piccolo trumpet, alto sax, tenor sax, baritone sax, flute, piccolo, alto flute and bass flute.   “Tom Bones Malone, a multi-instrumentalist, is perhaps the most successful musician in the history of film, live television and sound recording production.” - Ray Hair, president, American Federation of Musicians   Tom has performed, recorded and/or arranged for Ray Charles, James Brown, Stevie Wonder, Paul McCartney, Gil Evans, Yes, Miles Davis, Beck, Aretha Franklin, Spyro Gyra, Jimmy Cliff, Frank Zappa, Stuff, The Temptations, The Supremes, Sting, Elton John, James Taylor, J Giels Band, Blood Sweat & Tears, The Band, Levon Helm, Phil Collins, Wilson Pickett, Sam & Dave, Ben E. King, The BeeGees, Meco, The Coasters, Bon Jovie, Carly Simon, Dr. John, Olivia Newton-John, Joe Cocker, The Meters, The Neville Brothers, Leo Sayer, Boz Skaggs, Chuck Berry, Robert Plant, Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Gypsy Kings, Willie Nelson, Clint Black, Dolly Parton, George Benson, B B King, Vince Gill, John Mayer, Steve Winwood, The Killers, Blues Traveler, The Stylistics, Busta Rhymes, Bonnie Raitt, Bruce Springsteen, Al Green, Gloria Estefan, Garth Brooks, Faith Hill, Eddie Harris, Cyndi Lauper, David Bowie, ‘N Sync, Coolio, Snoop Dog, 50 Cent, Solomon Burke, Steely Dan, Aerosmith, Tony Bennett, Mary J. Blige, Peter Frampton, Lyle Lovett, Etta James, Jon Secada, Joe Cocker, Sinead O'Conner, Toni Braxton, Harry Connick, Jr., Randy Newman, Little Richard, Pointer Sisters, Eric Clapton, Billy Preston, Marvin Gaye, Whitney Houston, Chaka Kahn, Four Tops, Elephant's Memory, Eddie Floyd, Count Basie, The Spinners, The Stylistics, Barry Manilow, Jose Feliciano, Woody Herman, Tom Petty, Macy Grey, Van Morrison, Frankie Valli, Hanson, Peggy Lee, Brenda Lee, Liza Minelli, Cab Calloway, The O'Jay's, Nancy Wilson, Shirley Bassey, Billy Joel, Bonnie Tyler, Lou Reed, Baja Men, Dr. Buzzard's Savannah Band, Joss Stone, Dionne Warwick, Meatloaf, Ashford & Simpson, Pat Metheny, David Sanborn, Luther Vandross, Teddy Pendergrass, Glen Campbell, Malo, Vicki Sue Robinson, Mandrill, Gladys Knight & The Pips, Diana Ross, Average White Band, Dreamgirls, Van McCoy, Mongo Santamaria, Instant Funk, Stephanie Mills, Herbie Mann, Paul Simon, Gloria Gayner, Plácido Domingo, Village People, Bobby Blue Bland, Pink Floyd, Hubert Laws, Tina Turner, Joe Jackson, Chuck Mangione, Lou Rawls, David Byrne, Phil Woods, James Ingram, Hank Crawford, Carmen McRae, Bette Midler, Phoebe Snow, Rupert Holmes, BJ Thomas, Samantha Sang, Al Jarreau, Sheena Easton, Johnny Taylor, Little Milton, Stanley Clark, Little Anthony & The Imperials, Joe Pesche, Ron Carter, Buddy Rich, Les Elgart, Larry Elgart, Billy Cobham, Louis Bellson, Stanley Turrentine, Gato Barbieri, Ringo Starr, Lady Gaga, Bob Geldoff, Debbie Harry, Run DMC, Ricky Martin, John Mellencamp, Eurythmics, Rufus Thomas, Debby Harry, Run DMC, Ricky Martin, Shaggy, John Mellencamp, Chris Montez, Joey Dee, Dusty Springfield, The Blues Brothers, Hanson and many others.

Singer, songwriter, guitar player who has been nominated for two GRAMMY Awards, a Golden Globe, and numerous other awards. Plus, she was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2014. She has accumulated accolades as a songwriter for artists as diverse as Etta James, Bonnie Raitt, The Neville Brothers, Patty Loveless, George Strait, Bryan Adams and Faith Hill. Her song “Independence Day,” recorded by Martina McBride, won a CMA Song of the Year award in 1995. As an artist, she even performed at Farm Aid in 1996, got radio airplay on the BBC, and performed three times at Glastonbury. She has over 2.2 million combined video views on her official YouTube channel and on Spotify – where she has over 116 thousand monthly listeners – her top five songs alone have gotten over 14.3 million streams on that platform alone.

Juntamos unos cuantos nombres de la realeza femenina del rhythm and blues de los años 50 y primeros 60, leyendas eternas y otras reinas más olvidadas.Playlist;ARETHA FRANKLIN “Rough lover”MARY ANN FISHER “Put on my shoes”LAVERN BAKER “Love me right”CORDELLA DE MILO “Ain’t gonna hush”WYNONA CARR “Jump Jack jump”DAKOTA STATON with EDDIE WILCOX and ORCHESTRA “My babe”MARY JONES with JOHNNY MOORE THREE BLAZERS “Down in Texas”BIG MAMA THORNTON “You did me wrong”LULA REED and HER LITTLE TEENERS “Say hey pretty baby”TINY TOPSY “Miss you so”EVELYN FREEMAN “Didn’t it rain”ROSE MITCHELL “Baby please don’t go”ETTA JAMES “Nobody loves you like me”RUTH BROWN “Mambo baby”ANNISTEEN ALLEN “Fujiyama mama”BLANCHE THOMAS “You ain’t so such a much”CARMEN TAYLOR “Ding Dong”AGGIE DUKES “John John”JEANETTE (BABY) WASHINGTON “Move on”VARETTA DILLARD “Scorched”ODESSA HARRIS and ORCHESTRA “A rockin' good way (to mess around and fall in love)”BIG MAYBELLE “Whole lotta shakin’ goin on”Escuchar audio

All week we're revisiting archival interviews with key figures in early rock and roll, rockabilly and R&B. Singer, songwriter, producer and talent scout Johnny Otis got his start leading a big band that had the 1945 hit “Harlem Nocturne.” Later, as a talent scout, he discovered such performers as Big Mama Thornton, Esther Phillips and Etta James. James' career took off in the '60s with hits including “At Last," “A Sunday Kind of Love” and “I'd Rather Go Blind."Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Singer, songwriter, and actress Amanda Page Cornett is bringing southern rock n' soul to the world! Featured in the 2009 movie, "Junkyard Dog,” Cornett also has acted in various films, music videos, and commercials. Amanda's band, Almost Angels, features the sibling trio Sherry Peterson-Tenille, Shawn Peterson, and Randall Scott Peterson. Together, they have had the honor of playing with special guest musicians, including bassist Tim Lawter ( Marshall Tucker Band) as well as Rock ‘n' Roll Hall of Fame drummer Artimus Pyle (Lynryd Skynryd). ​Released in 2018, Cornett's album Front Porch Rebel was recorded at NuttHouse Studio in Sheffield, AL and features songs written at Muscle Shoals' famous Fame Studios (Aretha Franklin, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Allman Brothers, Etta James).   ​Amanda has released, with great acclaim, numerous singles, including "Carolina Coast", "Throw A Lil Gas", "Six String Showdown", and "Soldier's Girl". ​Amanda and Almost Angels were so excited to be named The Missisippi Music Awards 2023 Southrn Rock Band of the Year!  Amanda was also nominated as Female Vocalist of the Year for the 2024 Carolina Coutnry Music Awards! Amanda's new single Hearts on a String is out now!    Want to watch: YouTube Meisterkhan Pod (Please Subscribe)

All week we're revisiting archival interviews with key figures in early rock and roll, rockabilly and R&B. Singer, songwriter, producer and talent scout Johnny Otis got his start leading a big band that had the 1945 hit “Harlem Nocturne.” Later, as a talent scout, he discovered such performers as Big Mama Thornton, Esther Phillips and Etta James. James' career took off in the '60s with hits including “At Last," “A Sunday Kind of Love” and “I'd Rather Go Blind."Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Fashion innovator Norma Kamali listens to the rhythm of life. Her playlist is pre-Giuliani New York, but also New York now. The sounds of chauvanism. And how Kamali edited its irrelevance along her path. She listens to one Etta James song from 1960 on. Then she listened to Etta James on the phone at Walmart. Lately she listens to young people around her. They give her confidence that cultural shifts from music are in good hands. Mostly, Norma Kamali listens to how the universe guides your life. She shares that life, and how AI inspires it lately, with DJ Fat Tony. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

 We talked with Cali Navarro on this episode and what a delight! Cali is an up-and-coming singer songwriter who talked about her love of pop music, how she feels free on stage, and her love of the audience!   Calista Navarro, also known as Cali, is a singer-songwriter, actress, and storyteller from Elsa, Texas. Cali grew up with music all around her, from the classic rock, country, and pop played in the car on family road trips, to the soundtracks she heard while watching Mexican soapoperas on TV. It is no surprise that she developed a love of performance early on and was singing and dancing on stage in school assemblies by the time she was three years old. Two years later, Cali began taking voice lessons, marking the start of her formal education in music that continues to this day. Since embarking on her musical journey, she has learned to play the ukulele and acoustic guitar, and compose original songs inspired by artists she loves, suchas Taylor Swift, Janis Joplin, and Etta James.    In 2022, Cali was invited to the PBS broadcast of Reading Rainbow, where her original song “Reading is Magical” was featured during the live premiere event. Other notable performances include singing the national anthem at sporting events and appearing in showcases for music schools across Texas and in New York City. In the summer of 2023, she had theopportunity to open for KidzBop during their Never Stop Live Tour at major venues such as Smart Financial Centre in Sugar Land, Toyota Music Factory in Irving, and ACL Live at The Moody Theater in Austin.      Be sure to check Cali out here:  Website: calinavarro.com  YouTube: Cali Navarro  TikTok: cali_navarro  

James Harman performs live in his final appearance at the Blues Music Awards in May, 2016 on Edition 706 of Blues Radio International, with Etta James, Willie Buck and Bob Corritore, Little Junior Parker, Johnny Shines, and DK Harrell.Find more at BluesRadioInternational.net

Though we couldn't gather the entire podcast staff, Robbie and Art still managed to produce an episode that should strike a chord with music-loving listeners.   Following Robbie's recent visit to Muscle Shoals, Alabama, and the iconic FAME Recording Studios, the two Guys take note of the incredible amount of musical talent that has recorded there. Aretha Franklin, the Rolling Stones, Wilson Pickett, Paul Simon, and Etta James are just a few of the artists who have made their way to Alabama and worked with the late Rick Hall, backed by the legendary "Swampers" studio musicians.    Geeks of the week include Robbie's look at a role-playing game inspired by Zack Snyder's Rebel Moon—no word on if there's a slo-mo option.

Welcome back to another episode of The Culture Garden Podcast! This week, Kieron and Rachel are celebrating Black Music Month by diving into the 2008 film Cadillac Records.Join us as we break down the all-star cast, explore the real-life inspirations behind the characters, and discuss how this iconic music came to life on screen. From Beyoncé's best performance with her portrayal  of Etta James to the legacy of the artists on Chess Records, we're talking about all the things that make this movie a standout favorite.Tune in for laughs, insight, and deep appreciation for the roots of Black music history. Don't forget to subscribe, like, comment, and share — and as always:Y'all be cool how y'all be cool.

This week's show will feature another journey celebrating the soundtrack of the past century. From the pounding rhythms of gospel revelations to the neon-lit evening sounds of Basin Street and Nashville, we'll be sharing the music of George Strait, Etta James, The Temptations, Little Sugar and The Hightower Brothers among over two dozen others…all in an exciting and varietal run of Americana on a Friday morning. It's where the hidden gems appear and echo each week as we dig deep across decades and genres. Dave's got iconic tracks and overlooked treasures, classic influences and modern echoes for you in a free form eclectic celebration. So, whether you're tuning in from a big city street or a quiet back road, settle in, turn it up, and let the music take you there. It's another week of Deeper Roots on KOWS Community Radio. 

Transes envoûtantes de l'African Electro au R'n'B façon 60's. Nos premiers invités sont Koko Jean & The Tonics pour la sortie de Love Child.Love Child estun hommage puissant aux racines de la soul, du blues et du rock, où Koko-Jean & The Tonics mêlent énergie brute et émotion sincère.Avec Love Child,Koko-Jean & The Tonics rendent hommage aux racines de la musique afro-américaine en y insufflant une énergie nouvelle et une liberté d'interprétation unique. Cet album capture la profondeur du gospel, la puissance du blues et l'énergie du rock'n'roll. Plus intime que leur premier album, Love Child puise dans l'héritage de figures emblématiques comme Marvin Gaye, Etta James, Aretha Franklin, et Ike & Tina Turner. L'album célèbre aussi l'impact des labels légendaires Motown etStax. Koko-Jean Davis s'est d'abord fait connaître en tant que chanteuse et leader du groupe Koko-Jean & The Excitements,une formation explosive de soul et rhythm & blues née à Barcelone. Avec son énergie débordante et sa présence scénique inimitable, Koko-Jean a rapidement conquis le public en insufflant une intensité brute et un groove imparable à chaque performance. Aux côtés des Excitements, elle a contribué à raviver l'essence du R&B des années 60, s'inspirant d'icônes comme Tina Turner, Etta James et James Brown. Ensemble, ils ont sillonné les scènes européennes et sorti plusieurs albums acclamés, marqués par un son puissant et authentique.Titres interprétés au grand studio- Down On My Knees, Live RFI- The Spin, extrait de l'album- Love Child Live RFI. Line Up :  Koko-Jean (chant), Victor Puertas (piano et chant), Arnaud Fradin (guitare)Son : Camille Roch, Benoît Letirant► Album Love Child (Buenritmo Records/Daydream 2024)Bandcamp - Facebook - YouTube.Puis, nous recevons le trio marseillais Zar Electrik pour la sortie de KoyoQuand les transes gnaouies rencontrent les boucles de la musique subsaharienne et se mêlent à l'électro la plus ensorcelante, la célébration se fait forcément explosive. Sur les pistes de cet African techno, Anass Zine et Arthur Péneau, chanteurs-instrumentistes au gumbri, à l'oud et à la kora électrique, embarquent Did Miosine aux machines pour un trip envoûtant aux confins du Maghreb. Derrière les voix enchanteresses ou rugissantes, l'appel à la danse se fait par les rythmes et les soubresauts ternaires baignés d'électro. Ça tourne jusqu'à s'étourdir, ça bouillonne et tourbillonne dans des transes infinies aux échos d'Orient et aux grooves apatrides.L'histoire : Anass Zine et Arthur Peneau se rencontrent en 2019 à Marseille ; ils commencent à travailler un premier répertoire en duo sous le nom de Zar Electrik. Durant le confinement de 2020, ils rencontrent Didier Simione et l'intègre au projet comme beatmaker. Grâce à quelques concerts et des vidéos postés sur internet en 2021, ils rencontrent Lamastrock, la structure de production et d'accompagnement d'artistes, qui leur propose une collaboration.Avec près de 60 concerts en 2022 et des dates importantes, le trio obtient fin 2022 le Prix des Musiques d'ici.Une tournée en Algérie a été réalisée début 2023 et la rencontre avec les publics algériens a été exceptionnelle. Des dates en Italie, Belgique, Canada et France pour une année 2023 qui compte également une soixantaine de concerts, dont de belles dates parisiennes (Pan Piper, Cabaret Sauvage, Maison des Métallos, Le Point Fort… ). L'année 2023 voit également la sortie de leur premier EP Hawa, chez le label français Jarring Effects. Fin 2023, la participation de Zar Electrik au Mundial Montréal s'est soldée par un très beau succès et les portes du marché nord-américain se sont ouvertes. De nouvelles collaborations sont actées avec une agence américaine, AliaProd pour Usa-Canada, Crossover-frequencies pour la Suède, la Norvège, le Danemark et Musicastrada pour l'Italie. Le groupe a été invité en janvier 2025 pour un Tiny Desk NPR. L'année 2025 devrait compter plus de 60 concerts en France et à l'international avec notamment des tournées aux USA, Canada et une présence accrue sur les gros festivals européens comme Le Paléo en Suisse, Colors of Ostrava en République Tchèque, le FMM Sines au Portugal, Simo festival en Belgique, LesSuds en France. L'album Koyo est sorti en avril 2025.Titres interprétés au grand studio- Berma Soudan Live RFI - Koyo,extrait de l'album- Babord Live RFI. ► Session Live filmée par RFI VidéosLine Up : Anass ZINE (guitare, oud, gumbri, percussions, chant), Arthur Péneau (kora, percussions, chant), Didier SImione (machines, synthés)Son : Mayhias Taylor, Benoît Letirant► Album Koyo (Jarring Effects 2025)YouTube - Bandcamp - Facebook Réalisation : Hadrien Touraud & Donatien Cahu

Transes envoûtantes de l'African Electro au R'n'B façon 60's. Nos premiers invités sont Koko Jean & The Tonics pour la sortie de Love Child.Love Child estun hommage puissant aux racines de la soul, du blues et du rock, où Koko-Jean & The Tonics mêlent énergie brute et émotion sincère.Avec Love Child,Koko-Jean & The Tonics rendent hommage aux racines de la musique afro-américaine en y insufflant une énergie nouvelle et une liberté d'interprétation unique. Cet album capture la profondeur du gospel, la puissance du blues et l'énergie du rock'n'roll. Plus intime que leur premier album, Love Child puise dans l'héritage de figures emblématiques comme Marvin Gaye, Etta James, Aretha Franklin, et Ike & Tina Turner. L'album célèbre aussi l'impact des labels légendaires Motown etStax. Koko-Jean Davis s'est d'abord fait connaître en tant que chanteuse et leader du groupe Koko-Jean & The Excitements,une formation explosive de soul et rhythm & blues née à Barcelone. Avec son énergie débordante et sa présence scénique inimitable, Koko-Jean a rapidement conquis le public en insufflant une intensité brute et un groove imparable à chaque performance. Aux côtés des Excitements, elle a contribué à raviver l'essence du R&B des années 60, s'inspirant d'icônes comme Tina Turner, Etta James et James Brown. Ensemble, ils ont sillonné les scènes européennes et sorti plusieurs albums acclamés, marqués par un son puissant et authentique.Titres interprétés au grand studio- Down On My Knees, Live RFI- The Spin, extrait de l'album- Love Child Live RFI. Line Up :  Koko-Jean (chant), Victor Puertas (piano et chant), Arnaud Fradin (guitare)Son : Camille Roch, Benoît Letirant► Album Love Child (Buenritmo Records/Daydream 2024)Bandcamp - Facebook - YouTube.Puis, nous recevons le trio marseillais Zar Electrik pour la sortie de KoyoQuand les transes gnaouies rencontrent les boucles de la musique subsaharienne et se mêlent à l'électro la plus ensorcelante, la célébration se fait forcément explosive. Sur les pistes de cet African techno, Anass Zine et Arthur Péneau, chanteurs-instrumentistes au gumbri, à l'oud et à la kora électrique, embarquent Did Miosine aux machines pour un trip envoûtant aux confins du Maghreb. Derrière les voix enchanteresses ou rugissantes, l'appel à la danse se fait par les rythmes et les soubresauts ternaires baignés d'électro. Ça tourne jusqu'à s'étourdir, ça bouillonne et tourbillonne dans des transes infinies aux échos d'Orient et aux grooves apatrides.L'histoire : Anass Zine et Arthur Peneau se rencontrent en 2019 à Marseille ; ils commencent à travailler un premier répertoire en duo sous le nom de Zar Electrik. Durant le confinement de 2020, ils rencontrent Didier Simione et l'intègre au projet comme beatmaker. Grâce à quelques concerts et des vidéos postés sur internet en 2021, ils rencontrent Lamastrock, la structure de production et d'accompagnement d'artistes, qui leur propose une collaboration.Avec près de 60 concerts en 2022 et des dates importantes, le trio obtient fin 2022 le Prix des Musiques d'ici.Une tournée en Algérie a été réalisée début 2023 et la rencontre avec les publics algériens a été exceptionnelle. Des dates en Italie, Belgique, Canada et France pour une année 2023 qui compte également une soixantaine de concerts, dont de belles dates parisiennes (Pan Piper, Cabaret Sauvage, Maison des Métallos, Le Point Fort… ). L'année 2023 voit également la sortie de leur premier EP Hawa, chez le label français Jarring Effects. Fin 2023, la participation de Zar Electrik au Mundial Montréal s'est soldée par un très beau succès et les portes du marché nord-américain se sont ouvertes. De nouvelles collaborations sont actées avec une agence américaine, AliaProd pour Usa-Canada, Crossover-frequencies pour la Suède, la Norvège, le Danemark et Musicastrada pour l'Italie. Le groupe a été invité en janvier 2025 pour un Tiny Desk NPR. L'année 2025 devrait compter plus de 60 concerts en France et à l'international avec notamment des tournées aux USA, Canada et une présence accrue sur les gros festivals européens comme Le Paléo en Suisse, Colors of Ostrava en République Tchèque, le FMM Sines au Portugal, Simo festival en Belgique, LesSuds en France. L'album Koyo est sorti en avril 2025.Titres interprétés au grand studio- Berma Soudan Live RFI - Koyo,extrait de l'album- Babord Live RFI. ► Session Live filmée par RFI VidéosLine Up : Anass ZINE (guitare, oud, gumbri, percussions, chant), Arthur Péneau (kora, percussions, chant), Didier SImione (machines, synthés)Son : Mayhias Taylor, Benoît Letirant► Album Koyo (Jarring Effects 2025)YouTube - Bandcamp - Facebook Réalisation : Hadrien Touraud & Donatien Cahu

durée : 01:00:20 - Club Jazzafip - Quoi de plus beau que la ville lumière célébrée par Melody Gardot, Duke Ellington, Sathima Bea Benjamin, Eric Barret, Coleman Hawkins, Miles Davis, Etta James, Memphis Slim et d'autres.

Hanorah is a singer-songwriter from Montreal who's opened for Mavis Staples, and grew up listening to Etta James and Joss Stone. On her latest EP “Closer Than Hell,” Hanorah moves beyond her early soul influences and explores a new voice. Hanorah tells Tom about surprising herself when she began songwriting, why she's happy she didn't win “La Voix” (the Quebec version of “The Voice”), and shares what inspired her new song “Barbed Wire.”

For this episode we're joined – all the way from L.A. – by special guest Bob Merlis. The former head of publicity at Warner-Reprise Records in Burbank talks us through his musical odyssey from his Brooklyn childhood to his continuing PR work for the likes of ZZ Top and Carlene Carter. We hear about Bob's start at Record World in late '60s New York and the early '70s pieces he wrote for that trade publication and for Warners' short-lived Words & Music. Our guest then talks about his brief stints at RCA and Albert Grossman's Bearsville Records before touching on key acts and moments in the nearly three decades he spent in Burbank: Little Feat's Lowell George, Jerry Wexler producing Etta James and Warners president Joe Smith roasting the infamous Morris Levy. Clips from Dave Zimmer's 1988 audio interview with Neil Young prompt discussion of that quintessential Reprise artist (and his comrades in CSNY). After Mark quotes from pieces about Elektra Records dropping the MC5 and free-improv guitarist Derek Bailey, Jasper talks us out with reflections on the musical passions of footballer Rio Ferdinand and Houston rapper Chamillionaire. Many thanks to special guest Bob Merlis. For info on Bob's PR work, visit https://mfhpr.com/m-f-h-at-20. Pieces discussed: R&B is B(l)ack and Involved, Jerry Wexler Crosses Tracks for Tony Joe, Todd Rundgren Warps Time, Lowell George Talks About Little Feat, Little Feat Keeps On Truckin', Little Feat: How To Construct a "Critics' Band", Neil Young audio, Elektra Records Kicks Out MC5, Derek Bailey: Themes on Improvisation, The Record Doctor: Rio Ferdinand and Chamillionaire: Change.

What a Little Moonlight Can Do + Good Morning Heartache Cassandra Wilson Coming Forth by DayLegacy RecordingsSe Telefonando Gregoire Maret, Romain Collin, Cassandra Wilson, Gregory Porter Ennio ACT MusicI'd Rather Go Blind Etta James Tell Mama GeffenAlone With My Thoughts Norah Jones Autumn Jones UME - Global Clearing HouseBring Back My Heart (con Rufus Wainwright) +These Flowers Martha Wainwright Martha Wainwright (20th Anniversary Edition) Report Card Music Inc.If You Could See Me Now Zara McFarlane Sweet Whispers: Celebrating Sarah Vaughan Eternal Source Of LightLove Meshell Ndegeocello No More Water: The Gospel Of James Baldwin Blue Note RecordsRun Run + Drive Alessia Cara Love & Hyperbole EP Entertainment, LLC / Def JamEl humo y azul + Habana Rita Donte Ritual Ansonia RecordsEscuchar audio

Phil and Emily continue their Beyoncé in the Movies Mini-Series with a deep dive into the 2008 musical biopic Cadillac Records, and they're joined by writer and film critic Mike Natale to help unpack this rich (and underrated) chapter in Queen Bey's acting career.Beyoncé stars as the legendary Etta James in this chronicle of Chess Records and the rise of American blues and rock 'n' roll. The trio explores her powerful performance, the film's incredible music, and its blend of historical drama and star-studded musical storytelling.They also discuss the film's place in the biopic boom of the 2000s, Beyoncé's evolution as both a dramatic actress and executive producer, and why Cadillac Records deserves more attention as a key turning point in her screen career.

If you're a business leader, creative director, entrepreneur—or someone curious (or even a little anxious) about how AI fits into your work—this episode is for you. In this conversation, Justin Ahrens talks with Scott Meyer, co-founder of Chipp.ai, about designing AI tools that don't just automate—but amplify creativity, strategy, and human connection. Scott's journey—from studying peace and conflict in Norway to building tech startups—has always centered on clarity, access, and community. Together, they explore what it means to make AI more human, more useful, and more aligned with how we actually think, lead, and create.

In this first of a two part episode of LEGENDS: Podcast by All Day Vinyl, host Scott Dudelson sits down with Don Stevenson, the vocalist, songwriter, drummer and co-founder of the iconic Moby Grape — one of the most dynamic, underrated bands to emerge from the 1960s San Francisco rock scene. From smoky late-night clubs in the Pacific Northwest to the chaos of Monterey Pop, Don takes us on a deeply personal journey through rock history. He opens up about first meeting Jerry Miller (his Moby Grape co-founder), backing up Etta James in after-hours joints, and the wild ride that led to forming Moby Grape alongside Skip Spence, Bob Mosley, and Peter Lewis. You'll hear the story of their audition, the creative fire that birthed classics like Hey Grandma, 805, and Murder in My Heart for the Judge — and what it was like recording their genre-defining debut album in just seven days. ** Don shares behind-the-scenes stories about: The infamous middle finger album cover that became a collector's grail How poor management cost the band a place in the Monterey Pop Festival documentary What it felt like to be touted as “the next Beatles”… and how it all unraveled Recording new solo work with Jerry Miller and Omar Spence, son of Skip Spence

Air Week: March 31-April 6, 2025 Early Etta James Producer Jerry Wexler called Etta James, “The greatest of all modern blues singers.”  That's great praise coming from a guy who worked with the greatest of the greats for 50 years.  Etta had an amazing talent for mixing a bit of tenderness and heartbreak into her […]

The Trombone Corner Podcast is brought to you by Bob Reeves Brass and The Brass Ark.  Join hosts Noah and John as they interview Nick Lane, commercial trombonist from Los Angeles.   About Nick: Nick Lane is a free lance trombonist, arranger & composer who's been a fixture on the Los Angeles music scene for many years. Born and raised in Marshalltown Iowa, he attended Drake University on a euphonium scholarship after high school. More excited by performance and jazz, he transferred to Boston's Berklee College of Music to pursue trombone and music composition. Soon after graduating he joined Maynard Ferguson's band and spent the next 4 years honing his skills, recording 5 albums and 17 of his arrangements and/or compositions with Maynard. After moving to L.A. Lane formed his own band resulting in the “Bone in the USA” album in 1985. By that time he'd been asked to do several long tours with Rod Stewart and then Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. So his band leader days transitioned into side man days, touring extensively with Stewart and later the Who (Quadraphenia) Neil Diamond, Etta James, among others. For the past 20+ years, he's often filled in with the group Chicago. When NOT traveling, Lane has found his way onto over 500 CD recordings as well as hundreds of TV shows & movies. His arrangements & compositions have been featured in all mediums. He has released 2 more CD's of his music….Alias Smith & Lane with baritone sax pal Greg Smith and a B-3 organ trio and Songs of the Heartland….a CD of music Lane composed for the Central Iowa Music Festival featuring full orchestra and chorus. It's Nick's fascination with melody and harmony that has inspired his continuing song writing and composing efforts. In more classical settings he has written extensively for brass: large ensemble, brass quintet, trombone quartet & trio plus numerous commissions for various groups and individuals. With writing partner Doc Kupka, several songs have found their way onto recent Tower of Power CD's as well as projects with vocalists Ray Greene and Ellis Hall. (Available on Strokeland Records website) Lane continues to write, record & produce horn sections in the pop, rock & R&B genres. Still not afraid to “shake it” on stage, these days he's more often found in a recording studio, trying to capture the moment.

Soul Safari heads into the wild with rousing soul by Etta James and Rance Allen, reggae stylings from Gold Connection, French rap by Alliance Ethnik and surprise versions from Flipout and Deejay Irie. Plus peak indie goodness from Encore and Lightheaded, dusty grooves from French Chilean marvel Medline and supercharged funk reworks from U-Tern and Professor Groove. View the full playlist for this show at https://www.wefunkradio.com/show/1239 Enjoying WEFUNK? Listen to all of our mixes at https://www.wefunkradio.com/shows/

I've got a hot one for you this week! On this episode I'm talking to none other than the legend himself, Mr. Brian Ray. Brian is best known for playing guitar with the absolute powerhouse that is Sir Paul McCartney for the last 20 years. But his credits don't stop there! Brian also played with the fabulous Etta James for 14 years and shared the stage or collaborated with the likes of Keith Richards, Carlos Santana, Bonnie Rait, Smokey Robinson, Peter Frampton and many, many more. On this episode, Brian gives us a bit of an inside scoop on his career, gives advice to up and coming musicians, shares some incredible stories and a whole lot more. Enjoy it folks! Get more info on Brian from his website HERE https://www.brianray.com/music Support The Show And Connect! The Text Chat is back! Hit me up at (503) 751-8577 You can also help out with your gear buying habits by purchasing stuff from Tonemob.com/reverb Tonemob.com/sweetwater or grabbing your guitar/bass strings from Tonemob.com/stringjoy Release your music via DistroKid and save 30% by going to Tonemob.com/distrokid Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices