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Vamos a iniciar la semana con blues, compartiéndoles la historia de la canción Ventilator Blues de The Rolling Stones, tema incluido en el álbum Exile on Main St. (1972). Esta fue la única coautoría de Mick Taylor con The Glimmer Twins. Presenta Ricardo Portman. Recuerden que nuestros programas los pueden escuchar también en: Nuestra web https://ecosdelvinilo.com/ La Música del Arcón - FM 96.9 (Buenos Aires, Argentina) miércoles 18:00 (hora Arg.) Radio M7 (Córdoba) lunes 18:00 y sábados 17:00. Distancia Radio (Córdoba) jueves y sábados 19:00 Radio Free Rock (Cartagena) viernes 18:00. Radio Hierbabuena (Lima, Perú) jueves 20:00 (hora Perú)

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you, too Thus, my God and Queen— But also King, Ruler never captured And gained wisdom by time, Which— None does have, but thyself. And now, Titus. To know,node bearing fruit are I And bearing truth shall you, A lesson gathered, as you as one And I as other— under the assumption of Love What is love? God, this is a sausage feat in here. Let's get some women in this bitch. Oh, there are women— They just don't speak much— Especially in this series Ascension. Because they're perfect. Archaic is this, A truce for the truth I seek. A wage for the war I've bargeouned. Listen now. You tell me. I tell you all that I know, For nothing now, And in nothing's sake, The shared alter. I, too, you. And you to I— Have we parted but some to forge But others? No others remain. And still I gather. With flower. And grow thy seed. The fruit, or truth? No difference. A tree, I am born. To wake. A shadow in the summer's night where autumn azure sun does beem, The wicked truth you lie to pardon Stands in its own awakening; Shallow moon tide's at dawn, And so, you kind folk of Kingdom there And Kingdom come, The truth is said as this, The seed the fruit— The love was born in ritual, And only then, The dance was made, For the song to have been sung as such. Dear Queen, my heart. For never better none has taken guilt in wavering the time has come; Never now but always forward And never there but always bound, To love itself, And so I am. Again. Trust me. I have. The King is slain. —but also lives. As haunted and as haunting no doubt, But to gain is this, my trust And in your waiver— the vow My honor, and sacntity so. The swine. Not of this realm, but others seek. And in this realm and others so The truth of fruit shall parish, Ignored and never eaten Never to have grown from seed, And then, of course, No tree shall I shadow In midnight summer's truth, The blue azure light, Of seeking sun, Soon to align, By midnight dawn, And waking tide— The moon you say. A sworn disaster. And so, I pray. All's fair. And you. [TITUS with a heavy heart exits the corridor.] {Enter The Multiverse} The Strine Force Five assembles in the basement before supper is called SETH, a peckish boy, almost goilish looking, maybe 11 or so steals cookies from OLIVER, who might be about 9, who speaks with a heavy and very proper English accent— Stop stealing my biscuits! Why bring them if you're not going to share? I did share. You lot had the box! You know these are cookies, right? They're my special biscuits. UPSTAIRS, MOM and DAD, very much the classic stereotypical suburban and American everywoman and Everyman prepare for supper. DAD, who resembles almost too much the LATE JOHNNY CARSON, peers into his newspaper conspicuously— Who does mom resemble? Let me — LATER, at the DINNER TABLE. Boys, Say hello to your uncle Steve. [The man heavily resembles Steve Allen] OLIVER Hello, Uncle Steve! UNCLE STEVE …I'm not your uncle. LIL JIMMY (Mumbling) I don't like uncle Steve… BIG JIMMY elbows him. Hard. LIL JIMMY Ow! BIG JIMMY smacks him upside the head, however without harming his very neatly done swooping hair. LIL JIMMY Where's uncle Jack? UNCLE STEVE He's on his way. DAD (Grumbles) …always late. LIL JIMMY (also grumbling, almost mimicking) —that's what I'm saying. BIG JIMMY shoves LIL JIMMY into his seat Also meanwhile, in another alternate dimension. So you're real name is JIMMY WANG. I fucking guess. That's nuts! —it's..:whatever. No, that's nuts— No, it's balls, homie, Your actual name is actually “Dick” twice. Hehehehe. Stop it. Did you have a middle name. No! Let me see. NO. Stop— let me— NO! [he grabs the birth certificate from Jimmy's grip] Let's see. —Jimmy— UGH, Oh, that's interesting, Jimmy and not James, how endearing—let's see— Jimmy—Ah, RICHARD— Wang. Oh my God. Your whole name is just— STOP IT. —it's just dicks. Just—penis words. Tripe dicks. AH! [nearly in tears, JIMMY runs to sulk into the washroom while his buddies continue making dick jokes; it's almost to much to bear—having learned so much about his true identity, most recently, that he was adopted at a very young age from a very nice Asian couple.] SUNNI BLU (Reading newspaper, breaking fourth wall) I told you he was Asian bro. SUDDENLY, Deadpool crashes through the door. SUNNI BLU tosses the super hot model in their lap across the room. YO. DEADPOOL. DEADPOOL YO. SUNNI BLU NOT COOL, BRO. DEADPOOL —what was your name again? SUNNI BLU Ya mutha! DEADPOOL NOT COOL. SUNNI BLU Whateva. {Enter The Multiverse} “Tools of the Trade” Welcome to Hollywood. Who are you? That's not important. It seems important. Now—lessonsz Ok. Tools of the trade: Uh huh. My dick. [he insinuates his crotch] Package. My dyke. [A very pretty lesbian appears out of nowhere.] Hello. My Dick Van Dyke. DICK VAN DYKE also appears out of nowhere. Woah, dude! Careful, he's priceless. I know dude. I can hear you, you know. I hear you too, Dick. Woah! How old are you, dude? Old! Get out of here; Go lay down; Take a nap! They said the gig was till 3. You're off early. Or late. [DICK VAN DYKE turns to leave.] I can still hear you. sweet yellow pinapple and coconut curry over brown rice and lentils sounded like a good Christmas Eve In— “Wait? It is Christmas Eve, isn't it?” I checked the date and time as my phone connected to the wifi. “Yep.” I concurred, slurping the last of the curry broth from my dinner bowl— my second, but most likely out of three. I'd made enough to last however two or three days, and though I had been offline for throught most of now what seemed the entire month, letting my bills lapse over to make nonexistent room in the budget for the peloton, which seemed fair, considering how small I was getting, even cooking and eating myself into the non complacent waking coma that was the vivid and apt focus needed to create music for hours on end—something I had never quite done before in a certain way, and it seemed as though working in this fashion seemed somehow to have moved me solidly forward and sideways through time a bit—some sort of diagonal. I had rested the Sabbath and in the midst of it fallen behind by two days, but making up for it and catching up speed, I had submitted two releases in the early morning on the same day, now coming to an end—and somewhere in the middle, waking up after the fact to a fresh blanket of snow and the whimsy that came with it. A white Christmas afterall, perhaps, if it didn't melt by the following morning, which, judging by the fact that the coffee in the tumbler was still piping hot and not just like warm—I.e., fresh—that I might the same be up early into Christmas morning, also the first day of Hanukkah, and although I had forgone getting a menorah, after the attempt to pick up a free one I had found online over the summer in search of a cat, it didn't seem worth the cost to buy one; I was saving for too many things at once, which meant also nothing, but I couldn't be happier to spend the holidays alone and quietly— I couldn't be with the one person I wanted most, anyway, and so being alone was the next best thing. I almost wished I had've found the cat by now, but it was probably better that I was for the most part, unanchored, and could travel at will if needed. I thought to submit some of my new songs as demos to labels or into contests to try to find a job, but either way I knew in the moment that I would be playing live again by spring, even if it was just barmitsvahe and weddings, the latter of which I actually hoped to avoid, besides the Jewish ones—and my affinity for Jews had become remarkably trademark; as if I had some sort of reason to like them more over time, but I hadn't one—not that I actually knew of, anyway. I had forgotten why I had been checking my email incessantly anyway, besides the new sound packs that seemed to have been magically pouring in, which i became excited to use when the right time struck to dive back into aboleton, learning in broad lessons in how there was a grace period between finishing and submitting tracks and starting again, and being careful not to sink into monotony—until I finally remembered, checking my email—that I had been nervous about samples from one of the latest releases clearing—however—a miracle indeed, it had been approved, and the message sit atop a pile of nonsense in the rest of my email with the news that it had been delivered to stores— I had put out about 15 singles since the beginning of the month and had a week's time more in my subscription to the distribution service—and I planned not to waste any time before my account being terminated— not that eventually I wouldn't renew the subscription, however— it would be at least a few months and probably into the early spring. I had, after all, purchased the subscription around the same time a year sooner, which allowed me to purchase the service at half price— a luxury which no doubt would end before my next payday, and after the payment for my Peloton—however— I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my energy well to myself, and it seemed I was recovering well from having been followed to the gym and harassed, however, now the annoyance was— my neighbor wouldn't leave me alone. She was high maintenance, full of drama, probably a little bit toxic— And now, she wanted to be friends. I thought it best to stay on her good side, and had politely declined the invitation to Christmas at her apartment with her mother, but knew that until one of us moved, I would have to safely navigate the trenches of neighborly rapport; though something told me to be careful with the valitile fragility of the entire thing, it seemed almost the same with anyone, even old friends, that trust itself was rare to have in others, and so my holiday wishes had been simple and humble in truth; it had snowed, and I was alone, and making music— the home gym set-up, complete with yoga mat, Peleton and pink treadmill were simply a bonus. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. [The Festival Project ™] Seven wooky dudes stand candy coated in the VIP section at a major music festival. Who brought them!? U did. Now I wonder ‘What's the difference' Same profession, So much distance I misjudged this; Thought I had it all Wedged behind one ear, Forlorn, (For Lorne) And one finger to the socket Sock puppet watching porn of Elmer Fudd Now, knock it off— I wanna know why god chose the number one, Folders up dollar bill Back of the collections call The corner, a sharp deposit Sure, For figure, full figured dolphins Sawed it all off— A saw tooth lecture; So fire sure a God, But then, A one lost walkie talkie And the other is, of course Without a battery For famine, is it? I also starve. (It's good curry, though.) No more batting practice And no more favors, I'm sure I won't bring it up I've got some kind of trauma In the wallet full of cards I dropped No messages (Still don't know what Ivermectin is.) Refuse to google such an awkward juncture. Sure, the junk worked— Sure the cops called After supper, On you go: The father's Carson. Uncle Parr is at the door. UNCLE JACK I'm back! DAD Sure, you are. [The Man resembles the late Jack Parr.] Here comes old wheats his name, The cousin, tagging alongside big brother A Jon with no H, the cousin— But I just can't call it [A strange looking boy resembling JON STEWART enters alongside his cousin, an even stranger looking whom resembles DAVID LETTERMAN— between the two of them, they are the oldest of the boys, about high school aged—dressed fashionably but odd and both dawning suspenders with their strange and quite ill fitting pants. This is weird. What is this—what is this? What is this here for! Why does this exist at all? What are you doing this for? Skipping suicide another night? Beats the knife in my back. —because, I just don't care anymore. L E G E N D S In an ‘imaginary‘ parallel dimension, the world is torn when the workforce—not just of one Union or another, but the workforce of the entire country goes on strike as a protest against high costs of living in demand of a living wage; a nightly entertainment program is interrupted with a news broadcast which declares a state of emergency—the economy itself on the verge of collapse. Oh. That's what I'm writing. You know, they're gonna kill me for this. —that's why you need therapy! Look, all I want to do is make dance music. Why bother. Why bother at all When big brother is watching, And long gone is Jack Parr, It's all done and divorced, But all sausage party, The festival project. Numb3rs Digital Liquid {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you, too Thus, my God and Queen— But also King, Ruler never captured And gained wisdom by time, Which— None does have, but thyself. And now, Titus. To know,node bearing fruit are I And bearing truth shall you, A lesson gathered, as you as one And I as other— under the assumption of Love What is love? God, this is a sausage feat in here. Let's get some women in this bitch. Oh, there are women— They just don't speak much— Especially in this series Ascension. Because they're perfect. Archaic is this, A truce for the truth I seek. A wage for the war I've bargeouned. Listen now. You tell me. I tell you all that I know, For nothing now, And in nothing's sake, The shared alter. I, too, you. And you to I— Have we parted but some to forge But others? No others remain. And still I gather. With flower. And grow thy seed. The fruit, or truth? No difference. A tree, I am born. To wake. A shadow in the summer's night where autumn azure sun does beem, The wicked truth you lie to pardon Stands in its own awakening; Shallow moon tide's at dawn, And so, you kind folk of Kingdom there And Kingdom come, The truth is said as this, The seed the fruit— The love was born in ritual, And only then, The dance was made, For the song to have been sung as such. Dear Queen, my heart. For never better none has taken guilt in wavering the time has come; Never now but always forward And never there but always bound, To love itself, And so I am. Again. Trust me. I have. The King is slain. —but also lives. As haunted and as haunting no doubt, But to gain is this, my trust And in your waiver— the vow My honor, and sacntity so. The swine. Not of this realm, but others seek. And in this realm and others so The truth of fruit shall parish, Ignored and never eaten Never to have grown from seed, And then, of course, No tree shall I shadow In midnight summer's truth, The blue azure light, Of seeking sun, Soon to align, By midnight dawn, And waking tide— The moon you say. A sworn disaster. And so, I pray. All's fair. And you. [TITUS with a heavy heart exits the corridor.] {Enter The Multiverse} The Strine Force Five assembles in the basement before supper is called SETH, a peckish boy, almost goilish looking, maybe 11 or so steals cookies from OLIVER, who might be about 9, who speaks with a heavy and very proper English accent— Stop stealing my biscuits! Why bring them if you're not going to share? I did share. You lot had the box! You know these are cookies, right? They're my special biscuits. UPSTAIRS, MOM and DAD, very much the classic stereotypical suburban and American everywoman and Everyman prepare for supper. DAD, who resembles almost too much the LATE JOHNNY CARSON, peers into his newspaper conspicuously— Who does mom resemble? Let me — LATER, at the DINNER TABLE. Boys, Say hello to your uncle Steve. [The man heavily resembles Steve Allen] OLIVER Hello, Uncle Steve! UNCLE STEVE …I'm not your uncle. LIL JIMMY (Mumbling) I don't like uncle Steve… BIG JIMMY elbows him. Hard. LIL JIMMY Ow! BIG JIMMY smacks him upside the head, however without harming his very neatly done swooping hair. LIL JIMMY Where's uncle Jack? UNCLE STEVE He's on his way. DAD (Grumbles) …always late. LIL JIMMY (also grumbling, almost mimicking) —that's what I'm saying. BIG JIMMY shoves LIL JIMMY into his seat Also meanwhile, in another alternate dimension. So you're real name is JIMMY WANG. I fucking guess. That's nuts! —it's..:whatever. No, that's nuts— No, it's balls, homie, Your actual name is actually “Dick” twice. Hehehehe. Stop it. Did you have a middle name. No! Let me see. NO. Stop— let me— NO! [he grabs the birth certificate from Jimmy's grip] Let's see. —Jimmy— UGH, Oh, that's interesting, Jimmy and not James, how endearing—let's see— Jimmy—Ah, RICHARD— Wang. Oh my God. Your whole name is just— STOP IT. —it's just dicks. Just—penis words. Tripe dicks. AH! [nearly in tears, JIMMY runs to sulk into the washroom while his buddies continue making dick jokes; it's almost to much to bear—having learned so much about his true identity, most recently, that he was adopted at a very young age from a very nice Asian couple.] SUNNI BLU (Reading newspaper, breaking fourth wall) I told you he was Asian bro. SUDDENLY, Deadpool crashes through the door. SUNNI BLU tosses the super hot model in their lap across the room. YO. DEADPOOL. DEADPOOL YO. SUNNI BLU NOT COOL, BRO. DEADPOOL —what was your name again? SUNNI BLU Ya mutha! DEADPOOL NOT COOL. SUNNI BLU Whateva. {Enter The Multiverse} “Tools of the Trade” Welcome to Hollywood. Who are you? That's not important. It seems important. Now—lessonsz Ok. Tools of the trade: Uh huh. My dick. [he insinuates his crotch] Package. My dyke. [A very pretty lesbian appears out of nowhere.] Hello. My Dick Van Dyke. DICK VAN DYKE also appears out of nowhere. Woah, dude! Careful, he's priceless. I know dude. I can hear you, you know. I hear you too, Dick. Woah! How old are you, dude? Old! Get out of here; Go lay down; Take a nap! They said the gig was till 3. You're off early. Or late. [DICK VAN DYKE turns to leave.] I can still hear you. sweet yellow pinapple and coconut curry over brown rice and lentils sounded like a good Christmas Eve In— “Wait? It is Christmas Eve, isn't it?” I checked the date and time as my phone connected to the wifi. “Yep.” I concurred, slurping the last of the curry broth from my dinner bowl— my second, but most likely out of three. I'd made enough to last however two or three days, and though I had been offline for throught most of now what seemed the entire month, letting my bills lapse over to make nonexistent room in the budget for the peloton, which seemed fair, considering how small I was getting, even cooking and eating myself into the non complacent waking coma that was the vivid and apt focus needed to create music for hours on end—something I had never quite done before in a certain way, and it seemed as though working in this fashion seemed somehow to have moved me solidly forward and sideways through time a bit—some sort of diagonal. I had rested the Sabbath and in the midst of it fallen behind by two days, but making up for it and catching up speed, I had submitted two releases in the early morning on the same day, now coming to an end—and somewhere in the middle, waking up after the fact to a fresh blanket of snow and the whimsy that came with it. A white Christmas afterall, perhaps, if it didn't melt by the following morning, which, judging by the fact that the coffee in the tumbler was still piping hot and not just like warm—I.e., fresh—that I might the same be up early into Christmas morning, also the first day of Hanukkah, and although I had forgone getting a menorah, after the attempt to pick up a free one I had found online over the summer in search of a cat, it didn't seem worth the cost to buy one; I was saving for too many things at once, which meant also nothing, but I couldn't be happier to spend the holidays alone and quietly— I couldn't be with the one person I wanted most, anyway, and so being alone was the next best thing. I almost wished I had've found the cat by now, but it was probably better that I was for the most part, unanchored, and could travel at will if needed. I thought to submit some of my new songs as demos to labels or into contests to try to find a job, but either way I knew in the moment that I would be playing live again by spring, even if it was just barmitsvahe and weddings, the latter of which I actually hoped to avoid, besides the Jewish ones—and my affinity for Jews had become remarkably trademark; as if I had some sort of reason to like them more over time, but I hadn't one—not that I actually knew of, anyway. I had forgotten why I had been checking my email incessantly anyway, besides the new sound packs that seemed to have been magically pouring in, which i became excited to use when the right time struck to dive back into aboleton, learning in broad lessons in how there was a grace period between finishing and submitting tracks and starting again, and being careful not to sink into monotony—until I finally remembered, checking my email—that I had been nervous about samples from one of the latest releases clearing—however—a miracle indeed, it had been approved, and the message sit atop a pile of nonsense in the rest of my email with the news that it had been delivered to stores— I had put out about 15 singles since the beginning of the month and had a week's time more in my subscription to the distribution service—and I planned not to waste any time before my account being terminated— not that eventually I wouldn't renew the subscription, however— it would be at least a few months and probably into the early spring. I had, after all, purchased the subscription around the same time a year sooner, which allowed me to purchase the service at half price— a luxury which no doubt would end before my next payday, and after the payment for my Peloton—however— I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my energy well to myself, and it seemed I was recovering well from having been followed to the gym and harassed, however, now the annoyance was— my neighbor wouldn't leave me alone. She was high maintenance, full of drama, probably a little bit toxic— And now, she wanted to be friends. I thought it best to stay on her good side, and had politely declined the invitation to Christmas at her apartment with her mother, but knew that until one of us moved, I would have to safely navigate the trenches of neighborly rapport; though something told me to be careful with the valitile fragility of the entire thing, it seemed almost the same with anyone, even old friends, that trust itself was rare to have in others, and so my holiday wishes had been simple and humble in truth; it had snowed, and I was alone, and making music— the home gym set-up, complete with yoga mat, Peleton and pink treadmill were simply a bonus. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. [The Festival Project ™] Seven wooky dudes stand candy coated in the VIP section at a major music festival. Who brought them!? U did. Now I wonder ‘What's the difference' Same profession, So much distance I misjudged this; Thought I had it all Wedged behind one ear, Forlorn, (For Lorne) And one finger to the socket Sock puppet watching porn of Elmer Fudd Now, knock it off— I wanna know why god chose the number one, Folders up dollar bill Back of the collections call The corner, a sharp deposit Sure, For figure, full figured dolphins Sawed it all off— A saw tooth lecture; So fire sure a God, But then, A one lost walkie talkie And the other is, of course Without a battery For famine, is it? I also starve. (It's good curry, though.) No more batting practice And no more favors, I'm sure I won't bring it up I've got some kind of trauma In the wallet full of cards I dropped No messages (Still don't know what Ivermectin is.) Refuse to google such an awkward juncture. Sure, the junk worked— Sure the cops called After supper, On you go: The father's Carson. Uncle Parr is at the door. UNCLE JACK I'm back! DAD Sure, you are. [The Man resembles the late Jack Parr.] Here comes old wheats his name, The cousin, tagging alongside big brother A Jon with no H, the cousin— But I just can't call it [A strange looking boy resembling JON STEWART enters alongside his cousin, an even stranger looking whom resembles DAVID LETTERMAN— between the two of them, they are the oldest of the boys, about high school aged—dressed fashionably but odd and both dawning suspenders with their strange and quite ill fitting pants. This is weird. What is this—what is this? What is this here for! Why does this exist at all? What are you doing this for? Skipping suicide another night? Beats the knife in my back. —because, I just don't care anymore. L E G E N D S In an ‘imaginary‘ parallel dimension, the world is torn when the workforce—not just of one Union or another, but the workforce of the entire country goes on strike as a protest against high costs of living in demand of a living wage; a nightly entertainment program is interrupted with a news broadcast which declares a state of emergency—the economy itself on the verge of collapse. Oh. That's what I'm writing. You know, they're gonna kill me for this. —that's why you need therapy! Look, all I want to do is make dance music. Why bother. Why bother at all When big brother is watching, And long gone is Jack Parr, It's all done and divorced, But all sausage party, The festival project. Numb3rs Digital Liquid {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©

TITUS Come, now— As the king does sit upon my throne, Though not a King myself as I, Still cherished among men and many Who are in thine favor, As you seek truth to bear, my King And not your but also yours, Does partake thy bethrotjen nature, To swallow whole a seed a assumption as To vanish by trace, The rather and tide to bond, For truth you seek, And truth I bear, As fruit does grow, By force of not God, But nature, And to thine, the faring way The truth does seek you, too Thus, my God and Queen— But also King, Ruler never captured And gained wisdom by time, Which— None does have, but thyself. And now, Titus. To know,node bearing fruit are I And bearing truth shall you, A lesson gathered, as you as one And I as other— under the assumption of Love What is love? God, this is a sausage feat in here. Let's get some women in this bitch. Oh, there are women— They just don't speak much— Especially in this series Ascension. Because they're perfect. Archaic is this, A truce for the truth I seek. A wage for the war I've bargeouned. Listen now. You tell me. I tell you all that I know, For nothing now, And in nothing's sake, The shared alter. I, too, you. And you to I— Have we parted but some to forge But others? No others remain. And still I gather. With flower. And grow thy seed. The fruit, or truth? No difference. A tree, I am born. To wake. A shadow in the summer's night where autumn azure sun does beem, The wicked truth you lie to pardon Stands in its own awakening; Shallow moon tide's at dawn, And so, you kind folk of Kingdom there And Kingdom come, The truth is said as this, The seed the fruit— The love was born in ritual, And only then, The dance was made, For the song to have been sung as such. Dear Queen, my heart. For never better none has taken guilt in wavering the time has come; Never now but always forward And never there but always bound, To love itself, And so I am. Again. Trust me. I have. The King is slain. —but also lives. As haunted and as haunting no doubt, But to gain is this, my trust And in your waiver— the vow My honor, and sacntity so. The swine. Not of this realm, but others seek. And in this realm and others so The truth of fruit shall parish, Ignored and never eaten Never to have grown from seed, And then, of course, No tree shall I shadow In midnight summer's truth, The blue azure light, Of seeking sun, Soon to align, By midnight dawn, And waking tide— The moon you say. A sworn disaster. And so, I pray. All's fair. And you. [TITUS with a heavy heart exits the corridor.] {Enter The Multiverse} The Strine Force Five assembles in the basement before supper is called SETH, a peckish boy, almost goilish looking, maybe 11 or so steals cookies from OLIVER, who might be about 9, who speaks with a heavy and very proper English accent— Stop stealing my biscuits! Why bring them if you're not going to share? I did share. You lot had the box! You know these are cookies, right? They're my special biscuits. UPSTAIRS, MOM and DAD, very much the classic stereotypical suburban and American everywoman and Everyman prepare for supper. DAD, who resembles almost too much the LATE JOHNNY CARSON, peers into his newspaper conspicuously— Who does mom resemble? Let me — LATER, at the DINNER TABLE. Boys, Say hello to your uncle Steve. [The man heavily resembles Steve Allen] OLIVER Hello, Uncle Steve! UNCLE STEVE …I'm not your uncle. LIL JIMMY (Mumbling) I don't like uncle Steve… BIG JIMMY elbows him. Hard. LIL JIMMY Ow! BIG JIMMY smacks him upside the head, however without harming his very neatly done swooping hair. LIL JIMMY Where's uncle Jack? UNCLE STEVE He's on his way. DAD (Grumbles) …always late. LIL JIMMY (also grumbling, almost mimicking) —that's what I'm saying. BIG JIMMY shoves LIL JIMMY into his seat Also meanwhile, in another alternate dimension. So you're real name is JIMMY WANG. I fucking guess. That's nuts! —it's..:whatever. No, that's nuts— No, it's balls, homie, Your actual name is actually “Dick” twice. Hehehehe. Stop it. Did you have a middle name. No! Let me see. NO. Stop— let me— NO! [he grabs the birth certificate from Jimmy's grip] Let's see. —Jimmy— UGH, Oh, that's interesting, Jimmy and not James, how endearing—let's see— Jimmy—Ah, RICHARD— Wang. Oh my God. Your whole name is just— STOP IT. —it's just dicks. Just—penis words. Tripe dicks. AH! [nearly in tears, JIMMY runs to sulk into the washroom while his buddies continue making dick jokes; it's almost to much to bear—having learned so much about his true identity, most recently, that he was adopted at a very young age from a very nice Asian couple.] SUNNI BLU (Reading newspaper, breaking fourth wall) I told you he was Asian bro. SUDDENLY, Deadpool crashes through the door. SUNNI BLU tosses the super hot model in their lap across the room. YO. DEADPOOL. DEADPOOL YO. SUNNI BLU NOT COOL, BRO. DEADPOOL —what was your name again? SUNNI BLU Ya mutha! DEADPOOL NOT COOL. SUNNI BLU Whateva. {Enter The Multiverse} “Tools of the Trade” Welcome to Hollywood. Who are you? That's not important. It seems important. Now—lessonsz Ok. Tools of the trade: Uh huh. My dick. [he insinuates his crotch] Package. My dyke. [A very pretty lesbian appears out of nowhere.] Hello. My Dick Van Dyke. DICK VAN DYKE also appears out of nowhere. Woah, dude! Careful, he's priceless. I know dude. I can hear you, you know. I hear you too, Dick. Woah! How old are you, dude? Old! Get out of here; Go lay down; Take a nap! They said the gig was till 3. You're off early. Or late. [DICK VAN DYKE turns to leave.] I can still hear you. sweet yellow pinapple and coconut curry over brown rice and lentils sounded like a good Christmas Eve In— “Wait? It is Christmas Eve, isn't it?” I checked the date and time as my phone connected to the wifi. “Yep.” I concurred, slurping the last of the curry broth from my dinner bowl— my second, but most likely out of three. I'd made enough to last however two or three days, and though I had been offline for throught most of now what seemed the entire month, letting my bills lapse over to make nonexistent room in the budget for the peloton, which seemed fair, considering how small I was getting, even cooking and eating myself into the non complacent waking coma that was the vivid and apt focus needed to create music for hours on end—something I had never quite done before in a certain way, and it seemed as though working in this fashion seemed somehow to have moved me solidly forward and sideways through time a bit—some sort of diagonal. I had rested the Sabbath and in the midst of it fallen behind by two days, but making up for it and catching up speed, I had submitted two releases in the early morning on the same day, now coming to an end—and somewhere in the middle, waking up after the fact to a fresh blanket of snow and the whimsy that came with it. A white Christmas afterall, perhaps, if it didn't melt by the following morning, which, judging by the fact that the coffee in the tumbler was still piping hot and not just like warm—I.e., fresh—that I might the same be up early into Christmas morning, also the first day of Hanukkah, and although I had forgone getting a menorah, after the attempt to pick up a free one I had found online over the summer in search of a cat, it didn't seem worth the cost to buy one; I was saving for too many things at once, which meant also nothing, but I couldn't be happier to spend the holidays alone and quietly— I couldn't be with the one person I wanted most, anyway, and so being alone was the next best thing. I almost wished I had've found the cat by now, but it was probably better that I was for the most part, unanchored, and could travel at will if needed. I thought to submit some of my new songs as demos to labels or into contests to try to find a job, but either way I knew in the moment that I would be playing live again by spring, even if it was just barmitsvahe and weddings, the latter of which I actually hoped to avoid, besides the Jewish ones—and my affinity for Jews had become remarkably trademark; as if I had some sort of reason to like them more over time, but I hadn't one—not that I actually knew of, anyway. I had forgotten why I had been checking my email incessantly anyway, besides the new sound packs that seemed to have been magically pouring in, which i became excited to use when the right time struck to dive back into aboleton, learning in broad lessons in how there was a grace period between finishing and submitting tracks and starting again, and being careful not to sink into monotony—until I finally remembered, checking my email—that I had been nervous about samples from one of the latest releases clearing—however—a miracle indeed, it had been approved, and the message sit atop a pile of nonsense in the rest of my email with the news that it had been delivered to stores— I had put out about 15 singles since the beginning of the month and had a week's time more in my subscription to the distribution service—and I planned not to waste any time before my account being terminated— not that eventually I wouldn't renew the subscription, however— it would be at least a few months and probably into the early spring. I had, after all, purchased the subscription around the same time a year sooner, which allowed me to purchase the service at half price— a luxury which no doubt would end before my next payday, and after the payment for my Peloton—however— I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my energy well to myself, and it seemed I was recovering well from having been followed to the gym and harassed, however, now the annoyance was— my neighbor wouldn't leave me alone. She was high maintenance, full of drama, probably a little bit toxic— And now, she wanted to be friends. I thought it best to stay on her good side, and had politely declined the invitation to Christmas at her apartment with her mother, but knew that until one of us moved, I would have to safely navigate the trenches of neighborly rapport; though something told me to be careful with the valitile fragility of the entire thing, it seemed almost the same with anyone, even old friends, that trust itself was rare to have in others, and so my holiday wishes had been simple and humble in truth; it had snowed, and I was alone, and making music— the home gym set-up, complete with yoga mat, Peleton and pink treadmill were simply a bonus. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. [The Festival Project ™] Seven wooky dudes stand candy coated in the VIP section at a major music festival. Who brought them!? U did. Now I wonder ‘What's the difference' Same profession, So much distance I misjudged this; Thought I had it all Wedged behind one ear, Forlorn, (For Lorne) And one finger to the socket Sock puppet watching porn of Elmer Fudd Now, knock it off— I wanna know why god chose the number one, Folders up dollar bill Back of the collections call The corner, a sharp deposit Sure, For figure, full figured dolphins Sawed it all off— A saw tooth lecture; So fire sure a God, But then, A one lost walkie talkie And the other is, of course Without a battery For famine, is it? I also starve. (It's good curry, though.) No more batting practice And no more favors, I'm sure I won't bring it up I've got some kind of trauma In the wallet full of cards I dropped No messages (Still don't know what Ivermectin is.) Refuse to google such an awkward juncture. Sure, the junk worked— Sure the cops called After supper, On you go: The father's Carson. Uncle Parr is at the door. UNCLE JACK I'm back! DAD Sure, you are. [The Man resembles the late Jack Parr.] Here comes old wheats his name, The cousin, tagging alongside big brother A Jon with no H, the cousin— But I just can't call it [A strange looking boy resembling JON STEWART enters alongside his cousin, an even stranger looking whom resembles DAVID LETTERMAN— between the two of them, they are the oldest of the boys, about high school aged—dressed fashionably but odd and both dawning suspenders with their strange and quite ill fitting pants. This is weird. What is this—what is this? What is this here for! Why does this exist at all? What are you doing this for? Skipping suicide another night? Beats the knife in my back. —because, I just don't care anymore. L E G E N D S In an ‘imaginary‘ parallel dimension, the world is torn when the workforce—not just of one Union or another, but the workforce of the entire country goes on strike as a protest against high costs of living in demand of a living wage; a nightly entertainment program is interrupted with a news broadcast which declares a state of emergency—the economy itself on the verge of collapse. Oh. That's what I'm writing. You know, they're gonna kill me for this. —that's why you need therapy! Look, all I want to do is make dance music. Why bother. Why bother at all When big brother is watching, And long gone is Jack Parr, It's all done and divorced, But all sausage party, The festival project. Numb3rs Digital Liquid {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©

Parachute Women: Marianne Faithfull, Marsha Hunt, Bianca Jagger, Anita Pallenberg, and the Women Behind the Rolling StonesDiscover the true story of the four women who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to help shape and curate the image of The Rolling Stones—perfect for fans of Girls Like Us.The Rolling Stones have long been considered one of the greatest rock-and-roll bands of all time. At the forefront of the British Invasion and heading up the counterculture movement of the 1960s, the Stones' innovative music and iconic performances defined a generation, and fifty years later, they're still performing to sold-out stadiums around the globe. Yet, as the saying goes, behind every great man is a greater woman, and behind these larger-than-life rockstars were four incredible women whose stories have yet to be fully unpacked . . . until now.In Parachute Women, Elizabeth Winder introduces us to the four women who inspired, styled, wrote for, remixed, and ultimately helped create the legend of the Rolling Stones. Marianne Faithfull, Marsha Hunt, Bianca Jagger, and Anita Pallenberg put the glimmer in the Glimmer Twins and taught a group of strait-laced boys to be bad. They opened the doors to subterranean art and alternative lifestyles, turned them on to Russian literature, occult practices, and LSD. They connected them to cutting edge directors and writers, won them roles in art house films that renewed their appeal. They often acted as unpaid stylists, providing provocative looks from their personal wardrobes. They remixed tracks for chart-topping albums, and sometimes even wrote the actual songs. More hip to the times than the rockers themselves, they consciously (and unconsciously) kept the band current—and confident—with that mythic lasting power they still have today.Lush in detail and insight, and long overdue, Parachute Women is a group portrait of the four audacious women who transformed the Stones into international stars, but who were themselves marginalized by the male-dominated rock world of the late '60s and early '70s. Written in the tradition of Sheila Weller's Girls Like Us, it's a story of lust and rivalries, friendships and betrayals, hope and degradation, and the birth of rock and roll. Elizabeth Winder is the author of Marilyn in Manhattan: Her Year of Joy,and Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953. Her work has appeared in the Chicago Review, Antioch Review, American Letters, and other publications. She is a graduate of the College of William and Mary, and earned an MFA in creative writing from George Mason University.Buy the book from Wellington Square Bookshop - ​https://www.wellingtonsquarebooks.com/book/9781580059589

durée : 00:20:51 - Le Feuilleton - De l'idée que chez les Rolling Stones on se fait des femmes, et de comment le torchon brûle entre les Glimmer Twins, les jumeaux étincelants, les inséparables Mick Jagger et Keith Richards.

As is our wont from time to time, we're going to dive into a pair of albums and give you our thoughts, opinions, and recommendations. This time around, we're matching up two iconic bands who defied the odds to hold together through drugs and drama before coming out the other side with comeback albums in their middle aged dad eras. It's Glimmer Twins versus Toxic Twins and Aerosmith versus Stones in this Album One-On-One episode - Steel Wheels versus Permanent Vacation! Also, in we talk over our fake football teams, the Mr. McMahon documentary, and a sizable In Memoriam section in this episode's Week In Geek!   FULL VIDEO EPISODES! That's right folks, you can see our bright smiling idiotic faces in full color on our YouTube channel. Full episodes available as well as clips.   LINKS OF INTEREST: - Here's where you can find "Mr. McMahon" on the Netflix - RIP to Country Music Hall Of Famer Kris Kristofferson - RIP to Movie Cop Hall of Famer John Ashton - RIP to Basketball Hall Of Famer Dikembe Mutombo - RIP to TV Dad Hall Of Famer John Amos - RIP to WWE Hall Of Famer Pete Rose - Here's some background info on Aerosmith's 1987 album "Permanent Vacation" - Here's some background info on The Rolling Stones's 1989 album "Steel Wheels"   ...AND ANOTHER THING: The Man They Call Tim suggest dining at The Purple Pig should you find yourself in Chicago, IL Uncle Todd suggests listening to Aerosmith's 1993 album "Get A Grip"   FOLLOW US ON THE SOCIAL MEDIAS: Facebook - http://facebook.com/freerangeidiocy Instagram - http://instagram.com/freerangeidiocy YouTube - http://youtube.com/@freerangeidiocy

Muhammad Ali, Stevie Wonder, Shannon, The Crips, The Slickers, The Black Panthers, Bongani Mehlomakhulu, The Players Of The Testament D,Orphee, Eddy Grant, Terrance McKenna, Edwin Star, Morpheus, Neo & The Glimmer Twins & Commander Shore are just a few of the voices, beats provided by Dr Jeep, Strict Face, Phrophet K, Dj IC, Dj General Slam and a crew of equally gifted kindred spirits, all edits, new fusions, new directions and the seeds of tomorrows new grooves, This Is Dub Intervention. This show was first broadcast on the 27th of January, 2024For more info and tracklisting, visit: https://thefaceradio.com/dub-intervention/Tune into new broadcasts of Dub Intervention, Saturday from 8 - 10 PM EST / 1 - 3 AM GMT (Sunday).Dig this show? Please consider supporting The Face Radio: http://support.thefaceradio.com Support The Face Radio with PatreonSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/thefaceradio. Join the family at https://plus.acast.com/s/thefaceradio. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Keith Richards ist DER Gitarrenmeister: Ihm fallen Riffs wie das von "Satisfaction" im Schlaf ein, er spielt sowohl Rhythmus- als auch Leadgitarrenparts ein und entfernt gerne die unterste Gitarrensaite. Als charismatischer Gitarrist der Rolling Stones und Hälfte der "Glimmer Twins"-bekannt geworden, ist der Keith hinter der Rockstarfassade jedoch ein schüchterner und introvertierter Mann, der früh in seiner Karriere beginnt, sich mit harten Drogen zu betäuben. Doch wir beginnen erstmal von ganz vorne bei Keith Richards Kindheit in Dartford, wie er überhaupt zum Gitarrenspielen gekommen ist, dann im Jugendalter erneut auf seine Kindheitsbekanntschaft Mick Jagger trifft und sich eine außergewöhnliche Musikkarriere entwickelt.

Bent News #70: -Mick Fleetwood leading the way as hearts, minds and wallets opening in aid of Maui after wildfires! -Bruce Springsteen postpones 2 Philadelphia shows suddenly, due to illness! -Foo Fighters take their running Michael Buble' joke to next level! -The Cult announces tour plans focused on early days! -The Glimmer Twins captured in bronze in hometown! -Tom Morello rocks the picket line for L.A. SAG-AFTRA strikers! -Talking Heads members to gather for first time in 2 decades for Stop Making Sense film Q&A with Spike Lee! -RIPs: Clarence Avant, The Godfather Of Black Entertainment, Jerry Moss (the "M" in A&M), and more sad losses! You can always find every episode of the podcast, wherever you get yours, or on our website!!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Bent News #70: -Mick Fleetwood leading the way as hearts, minds and wallets opening in aid of Maui after wildfires! -Bruce Springsteen postpones 2 Philadelphia shows suddenly, due to illness! -Foo Fighters take their running Michael Buble' joke to next level! -The Cult announces tour plans focused on early days! -The Glimmer Twins captured in bronze in hometown! -Tom Morello rocks the picket line for L.A. SAG-AFTRA strikers! -Talking Heads members to gather for first time in 2 decades for Stop Making Sense film Q&A with Spike Lee! -RIPs: Clarence Avant, The Godfather Of Black Entertainment, Jerry Moss (the "M" in A&M), and more sad losses! You can always find every episode of the podcast, wherever you get yours, or on our website!!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

durée : 00:20:51 - Le Feuilleton - De l'idée que chez les Rolling Stones on se fait des femmes, et de comment le torchon brûle entre les Glimmer Twins, les jumeaux étincelants, les inséparables Mick Jagger et Keith Richards.

Rolling Stones, Glimmer Twins, Don Was, and me.

Keith Richards made Talk is Cheap in 1988 as a response to Mick Jagger's efforts as a solo artist and the sniping the two had engaged in via the press in the mid-80s.  But the Glimmer Twins made up, recorded Steel Wheels in 1989 and launched one of the biggest tours in rock history, reestablishing the Stones as a viable touring act.However, Keith didn't want to give up this fabulous band he'd created with Steve Jordan (now in the Stones), Charlie Drayton, Ivan Neville, Waddy Wachtel, Sarah Dash and Bobby Keys.  So while the Stones paused before Voodoo Lounge, Keith & the X-Pensive Wynos released Main Offender.  Wicked As It Seems was a bit of a hit on rock radio and inspired Mick to work with Keith to create Love Is Strong off Voodoo Lounge.It's a great album and the band did tour to support it.  We're reviewing the 30th anniversary edition which includes a live performance from England in 1993.  Truth be told this one has been on the shelf for a while as the 30th anniversary edition was released in March 2022 but we've been busy with interviews, live concert reviews and lots of fun stuff.  So ahead of its official anniversary on October 19, we offer our review of Main Offender 30th Anniversary Edition.Ugly American Werewolf in London WebsiteThe RockonteursTwitterInstagramYouTubeLInkTreewww.pantheonpodcasts.comWant to win front row seats to Nick Mason's Saucerful of Secrets in the US?Enter here to win tickets and a chance to be on a Pantheon Podcast: https://pantheonpodcasts.com/nickmasonWe'll be at the Indianapolis show Friday, October 14, Get tickets here: https://www.thesaucerfulofsecrets.com/

Keith Richards made Talk is Cheap in 1988 as a response to Mick Jagger's efforts as a solo artist and the sniping the two had engaged in via the press in the mid-80s.  But the Glimmer Twins made up, recorded Steel Wheels in 1989 and launched one of the biggest tours in rock history, reestablishing the Stones as a viable touring act.However, Keith didn't want to give up this fabulous band he'd created with Steve Jordan (now in the Stones), Charlie Drayton, Ivan Neville, Waddy Wachtel, Sarah Dash and Bobby Keys.  So while the Stones paused before Voodoo Lounge, Keith & the X-Pensive Wynos released Main Offender.  Wicked As It Seems was a bit of a hit on rock radio and inspired Mick to work with Keith to create Love Is Strong off Voodoo Lounge.It's a great album and the band did tour to support it.  We're reviewing the 30th anniversary edition which includes a live performance from England in 1993.  Truth be told this one has been on the shelf for a while as the 30th anniversary edition was released in March 2022 but we've been busy with interviews, live concert reviews and lots of fun stuff.  So ahead of its official anniversary on October 19, we offer our review of Main Offender 30th Anniversary Edition.Ugly American Werewolf in London WebsiteThe RockonteursTwitterInstagramYouTubeLInkTreewww.pantheonpodcasts.comWant to win front row seats to Nick Mason's Saucerful of Secrets in the US?Enter here to win tickets and a chance to be on a Pantheon Podcast: https://pantheonpodcasts.com/nickmasonWe'll be at the Indianapolis show Friday, October 14, Get tickets here: https://www.thesaucerfulofsecrets.com/

THU 6-30-22 SEGMENT 7-- Doing some Stones trivia for VIP tickets to Party In The Park being headlined by Classic Stones ft. The Glimmer Twins

Well, the Oscars certainly slapped hard, didn't they? Join us for a very late to the party Batman review (no spoilers) before we admire two of the most influential bands to ever exist: The Rolling Stones and The Beatles. Stick around for special appearances from Keri's grandparents as they get back to their earlier days of seeing the two in concert. It's our very first two-parter, baby, so get ready to Chris Rock and roll. To send in topics of interest, please email: quiteabitpodcast@gmail.comFollow us on instagram @quiteabitpodcast Sources for this episode:“The Rolling Stones: The Stories Behind the Biggest Songs” - A book by Steve Appleford“The Complete Guide to the Rolling Stones” - Music SpotlightRolling Stones: Shine a Light - Martin Scorsesehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rolling_Stoneshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jagger–RichardsMusic of the Beatles - Robert Klug (University of Cincinnati)

Wichita's version of the "Glimmer Twins" kick off another sparkling week form Bob's secret basement studio lair.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Almost 60 years in the making, an epic battle of rock n' roll giants is at hand. It's the Beatles vs. the Rolling Stones in a winner-take-all showdown to establish the #1 rock band of all time. (Okay, the winner gets zip. Zilch. Nada. At least, nothing from me.) The seven-round competition goes down this week on KMB. Will the Fab Four come out on top? The Glimmer Twins? You'll just have to listen to find out. Don't miss a second of the rockin' action!

Wer an die Rolling Stones denkt, denkt sofort an die Glimmer Twins, die Gliterzwillinge: Sänger Mick Jagger und Gitarrist Keith Richards bilden zusammen eines der erfolgreichsten Songwriter Teams der Geschichte.  Was aber wäre aus den beiden geworden, hätten sie sich nicht auf ihren verlässlich swingenden, menschlich unerschütterlich scheinenden Schlagzeuger Charlie Watts. Seit es die Band gibt, seit 60 Jahren, ist der Pferde- und Jazzliebhaber das Rückgrat, der Motor der (selbsternannten) «grössten Rockband der Welt». Zu seinem 80. Geburtstag spricht Eric Facon mit dem Bieler Drummer Kevin Chesham.

Vamos a iniciar la semana con blues compartiéndoles la historia de la canción Ventilator Blues de The Rolling Stones, tema incluido en el álbum Exile on Main St. (1972). Esta fue la única coautoría de Mick Taylor con The Glimmer Twins.

On episode 7 of Past Prime, Matty & Steve sit down in their bespoke suits for a cup of Earl Grey tea to discuss The Rolling Stones' 1994 "comeback" album, "Voodoo Lounge." Released after a string of tepid albums and more frequent and public spats between The Glimmer Twins, the band got into the studio with taskmaster Don Was and aimed to reclaim some of their greatness. The result was a bloated, if beloved, album that sounded like The Stones' politely imitating The Stones. Mothers and fathers were delighted by it familiarity. They shared it with their children. Together, half of the people on Earth went to see the gargantuan tour. MTV played the video with the band walking around New York City, taller than skyscrapers. If you were alive in 1994, you were very aware of "Voodoo Lounge." Matty suggests that "Voodoo Lounge" sounds like a well delivered press release from Rolling Stones Inc. Steve suggests it sounds like expensive plastic surgery. They both agree that the two songs that Keith sings -- "The Worst" and "Through and Through" -- are actually the best songs on the album. As lifelong Stones fans, they miss Billy Preston on piano. They miss when the guys would sing back up. But they don not miss "Dirty Work" or "Steel Wheels." It's easy for our hosts to conclude that "Voodoo Lounge" is a step forward after several steps back. But like man of us, they do wonder if Mick will ever lay off the dick jokes and lady car metaphors. To read more about The Rolling Stones' "Voodoo Lounge," check out the full essay at Past Prime.

Few would seriously debate that "It's Only Rock 'n Roll" is not one of the very best albums by the Rolling Stones, but it's still an interesting record to discuss for at least two reasons. One, it marked a turning point in the band, being the final album with Mick Taylor and the first produced by the Glimmer Twins. Also though...is a "mediocre" Stones album really mediocre? Sorry Charlie and Bill. Should have talked about you more, even though Bill didn't play on nearly all of it. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/welldisguised/message

The Rolling Stones "Waiting on a Friend" 1981 from "Tattoo You" released on Rolling Stones written by Jagger/Richards and produced by The Glimmer Twins.Personel:Rolling StonesMick Jagger – lead and backing vocalsKeith Richards – rhythm guitarMick Taylor – lead guitarBill Wyman – bass guitarCharlie Watts – drumsGuest musiciansNicky Hopkins – pianoSonny Rollins – tenor saxophoneMichael Carabello – güiro, claves, cabasa and congasCover:Jonathan Horton vocals/guitarIntro Music:"Shithouse" 2010 release from "A Collection of Songs for the Kings". Writer Josh Bond. Produced by Frank CharltonOther Artists Mentioned:Tom WatsonBob MarleyWhite StripesMGMT'Get Lucky' Daft Punk'Under the Boardwalk'  The DriftersBeach BoysAllman Brothers BandGrateful Dead'Untitled 8 (Blue Faces)' by Kendrick LamarVan MorrisonChildish Gambino'Summertime' Will Smith 'Summertime' Vince Staples 'Summertime' George GershwinTribe Called Quest'Start Me Up' The Rolling Stones'Honky Tonk Women' The Rolling StonesPeter ToshPhysical Graffiti' Led Zeppelin'Margaritaville' Jimmy BuffetMTV'Angie' The Rolling Stones'Little T&A' The Rolling Stones'Tattoo You' The Rolling Stones'Some Girls' The Rolling Stones'Emotional Rescue' The Rolling Stones'Beast of Burden' The Rolling Stones'Tambourine Man' Bob Dylan'Waiting on My Man' Velvet Underground'No Expectations' The Rolling Stones'Black Limousine' The Rolling Stones'Heaven' Rolling Stones'Neighbors' Rolling StonesSonny Rollins'Wonderwall' Oasis'Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town' Pearl Jam'Ziggy Stardust' David Bowie'Where the Streets Have No Name' U2'Goat Head’s Soup' Rolling StoneMick TaylorMichael McDonaldThe Verve'I'm Free' The Soup DragonsLed ZeppelinThe BeatlesPaul McCartney'Estranged' Guns n Roses Axl RoseLost Boys'The Best' Tina Turner 'Smooth Operator' Sade 'Baker Street' Jerry Rafferty'Careless Whisper' George Michael'With a Little Help From My Friends' The Beatles'Help' The Beatles'Lean on Me' Bill Withers'Stand By Me' Ben E King'Thank You for Being a Friend' Andrew Gold'Friends' Led Zeppelin'Miss You' Rolling Stones'Walk on the Wild Side' Lou ReedWalter Payton

Listen every Friday from 21 till 22 (Moscow time) Jazz FM (radiojazzfm.ru) Subscribe in iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/ru/podcast/funk-and-beyond-weekly/id1063844118?mt=2 tracklist: 1. Hunch - Is this the Place! 2. Max 404 - Quiddity (Second Visit) 3. Deadly Avenger - Malpaso 4. DJ Shuriken - Psycked Up Muzak 5. Extended Spirit - Solid Water 6. Cool Blu - Aqua Libra (Down Beat Mix) 7. Rainer Trьby Trio - Donaueschingen 8. Letherette - In July Focus 9. Cobblestone Jazz - Midnight Sun 10. Bing Ji Ling - Twilight 11. Ill Dependents - The Shake Up 12. The Mighty Bop (feat. Ingrid) - Vibrations Mystiques 13. Roberto Di Gioia - Moon And Space 14. 1Sebastien Tellier - La Ritournelle 15. Shantel - Nova Sola (Bahia Blunt) 16. Boom Bip & DJ Osiris - Voodo Science 17. The Glimmer Twins presents The Disko Drunkards - Snatch 18. Jimi Tenor - Theme Sax 19. Bob James - Westchester Lady

The Stones may have taken a step back on the recording front in the eyes of many with 1973's Goats Head Soup, but the band had never been stronger on the road, plowing through a legendary set of tours in both the United States and Europe that cemented their reputations as the biggest rock and roll band in the world. They resumed recording operations during this time, but with new producers --- themselves. Or, more precisely, Mick and Keith, restyled as "The Glimmer Twins", taking over the reins full-time from Jimmy Miller, who had largely bowed out during the previous album's sessions.The resulting album, released in 1974, still retains many of the hallmarks of the Rolling Stones that we'd come to know over the previous decade. But it was a different sort of album, a different sort of songwriting, a different sort of production. We delve into the individual tracks and discuss what works, what doesn't, and where we disagree (which is quite often, surprisingly!) on this latest edition of Cosmic America.

Continuing our series on the very diverse #RollingStones catalog, our host examines the gospel and gospel-influenced numbers written and or performed by the Glimmer Twins and co.

' 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll' (The Rolling Stones)- Son sólo los Stones, pero me gustan ¡Bienvenidos a los Vinilos de Barbarella! El podcast donde sólo se escucha música en formato de vinilo. The Rolling Stones es una de las bandas más longevas del rock, con sólo algún parón puntual. Aparecieron en la escena del rock británico en el año 1962, hace ya casi 60 años, siendo sus componentes originales Brian Jones, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ian Stewart, Charlie Watts y Bill Wyman. A pesar de tan larga trayectoria, esta formación apenas ha sufrido cambios en más de 50 años de vida. La discografía de los Stones es casi tan grande como su historia, con casi 3 decenas de discos de estudio, más de 20 discos en directo y casi 30 discos recopilatorios. 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll (But I Like It)' fue el doceavo disco de la banda en el Reino Unido, donde aparecerían el guitarra saliente, Mick Taylor y el entrante Ron Wood. También el primero producido por Jagger y Richards, que aparecerían con el seudónimo de The Glimmer Twins. La portada corre a cargo del pintor belga Guy Peellaert Nuevamente, en el apartado de 'El Rincón de Barbarella' contamos con la colaboración de Patricia Torres 'Cripatia', que tiene su propio podcast 'Hablemos de Motessori'. Los temas que reseñamos hoy son: ‘If You Can't Rock Me', 'Luxury', 'Dance Little Sister', 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' y 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll (But I Like It)'. Hoy pincharemos una reedición española del año 1987. Los datos de dicha edición son: Título: It's Only Rock'n'Roll (But I Like It) Artista: The Rolling Stones Sello Discográfico: CBS Label Code: LC 0149 Código de barras: 5099745020218 Año: Reedición de 1987 País: España Los enlaces que aparecen en el Podcast son los siguientes: Web de The Rolling Stones: https://www.rollingstones.com Web de Mick Jagger: http://www.mickjagger.com Web de Keith Richards: http://www.keithrichards.com Web de Ronnie Wood: http://www.ronniewood.com Web de Bill Wyman: https://billwyman.com Web de Ràdio Taradell: https://www.radiotaradell.com No olvides dejar tu comentarios y puntuaciones en iTunes, para nosotros son muy importantes. Ponte en contacto con nosotros: Web: http://www.vinilosbarbarella.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/barbarellavinyls2 Twitter: @barbarellavinyl Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/barbarellavinyls/ Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/116847885@N05/show/

' 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll' (The Rolling Stones)- Son sólo los Stones, pero me gustan ¡Bienvenidos a los Vinilos de Barbarella! El podcast donde sólo se escucha música en formato de vinilo. The Rolling Stones es una de las bandas más longevas del rock, con sólo algún parón puntual. Aparecieron en la escena del rock británico en el año 1962, hace ya casi 60 años, siendo sus componentes originales Brian Jones, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ian Stewart, Charlie Watts y Bill Wyman. A pesar de tan larga trayectoria, esta formación apenas ha sufrido cambios en más de 50 años de vida. La discografía de los Stones es casi tan grande como su historia, con casi 3 decenas de discos de estudio, más de 20 discos en directo y casi 30 discos recopilatorios. 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll (But I Like It)' fue el doceavo disco de la banda en el Reino Unido, donde aparecerían el guitarra saliente, Mick Taylor y el entrante Ron Wood. También el primero producido por Jagger y Richards, que aparecerían con el seudónimo de The Glimmer Twins. La portada corre a cargo del pintor belga Guy Peellaert Nuevamente, en el apartado de 'El Rincón de Barbarella' contamos con la colaboración de Patricia Torres 'Cripatia', que tiene su propio podcast 'Hablemos de Motessori'. Los temas que reseñamos hoy son: ‘If You Can't Rock Me', 'Luxury', 'Dance Little Sister', 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' y 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll (But I Like It)'. Hoy pincharemos una reedición española del año 1987. Los datos de dicha edición son: Título: It's Only Rock'n'Roll (But I Like It) Artista: The Rolling Stones Sello Discográfico: CBS Label Code: LC 0149 Código de barras: 5099745020218 Año: Reedición de 1987 País: España Los enlaces que aparecen en el Podcast son los siguientes: Web de The Rolling Stones: https://www.rollingstones.com Web de Mick Jagger: http://www.mickjagger.com Web de Keith Richards: http://www.keithrichards.com Web de Ronnie Wood: http://www.ronniewood.com Web de Bill Wyman: https://billwyman.com Web de Ràdio Taradell: https://www.radiotaradell.com No olvides dejar tu comentarios y puntuaciones en iTunes, para nosotros son muy importantes. Ponte en contacto con nosotros: Web: http://www.vinilosbarbarella.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/barbarellavinyls2 Twitter: @barbarellavinyl Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/barbarellavinyls/ Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/116847885@N05/show/

  Episode 010 of *The Upful Life Podcast* welcomes a very special guest in Jeffrey Dupuis, longtime music/concert photographer, and professional Addiction Counselor. A spirited convo with an old friend, inspirational human, & someone who is a treasure to several communities.     As the host of this show, I am proud to unveil an episode with a focus on Addiction/Recovery, including some honest and transparent reflections on my own struggle. In recent months I've felt called to find a greater purpose in helping people fight their way out of this darkness, to find their way home. I intend for *The Upful LIFE Podcast* to be a vehicle for these transmissions, and this episode is a prime example. Jeffrey Dupuis Interview Starts at 17 Mins I was visiting NOLA a couple months ago, and trekked 'Uptown, bebe' to Jeffrey's lovely shotgun crib, for an early evening long-form interview. We start in the Bayou, where Jeffrey takes us thru his personal path to the photo pit, everything from capturing legends at the holy Tipitina's Uptown, to shooting The Phish from VT, with a few local detours and humorous lagniappe along the way. We go back two decades to his online music media work with a pioneering Tom Speed at Honest Tune, as well as our years working with a fledgling JamBase in the early daze. Since we're in the Crescent City, we chop it up about jam-culture at Jazzfest, and Jeffrey unveils a few tales from the rail. He poignantly cautions of the realities of working with music media and the festival business in 2019, and why its important to "keep your day job. "     From there we pivot into the main reason I asked Jeffrey on to my show: his work in recovery, and how it is both relevant & important to our music culture- from the stage to the rage. Jeffrey reveals humbling personal reflections on his own journey in and out of addiction, and his amazing, rewarding life in recovery. We talk about sober jam collectives like Wharf Rats and the Phellowship, before he delves deep into his actual profession in New Orleans as a licensed addiction counselor. We share an honest and frightening conversation about the stark reality of Fentanyl. Jeffrey , a man many years sober & abstinent of any kind of substance, then bravely leads the way into an informative discussion in his area of expertise, the oft-controversial, progressive-in-nature, solutions-based, and urgently-needed Medication Assisted Treatment for opiate abuse and addiction. Jeffrey keeps it 100 and I'm certain this convo will have value to a plethora of people on all sides of this ever pertinent issue. Thank you Jeffrey for opening your heart, mind and spirit. You, sir, are a Real One. Jeffrey Dupuis : MARC (Medication Assisted Recovery Centers) in Metarie & Slidell. Click HERE Also on Episode 010, an appropriate ***Deep Bow*** in gratitude and appreciation to Dopey Podcast (4min mark) a show that serves as great inspiration to me, and a lifeline to thousands affected by this scourge of Addiction. A proverbial tip of the Kangol to Dave & Dopey Nation.  We lighten up a bit and finish this episode with another phone call to J.A., my brotha' from anotha'. He's our resident Glimmer Twins aficionado, & checks in on all things Stones at NOLA JazzFest. Not only my best bud since 5th Grade, but also a wealth of perspective on music culture, most specifically the Rolling Stones. J.A. will continue steadily sliding thru the pod every few weeks, because the streets demand it. My man is very popular guy!      *Vibe Junkie JAM of the Week* "Water" off Phrenology (2002), from The Roots    The Upful LIFE Podcast is available on iTunes! Theme Song: Mazel Tov by CALVIN VALENTINE Contact the host at B.Getz@upfulLIFE.com

My website is www.PaperbackRocker.com. You can find the podcast archives there. Find my books of rock and roll fiction on Amazon by searching my name, Matt Syverson. Follow me on Twitter @PaperbackRocker. Email me at bowiefan1970@live.com. Thanks for listening! The show notes are as follows: I have released the Kindle version of "Blue Whiskey". I thought it was going to take all of my three day weekend to format, but I did it in one hour, and it looks great. I can't believe I remembered how. It's weird that in person I always sell "Black Dog", but online "Band On The Run" sells much more. My last two episodes on Stitcher had some weird distortion thing in the intros, which I did not cause. That reminds me of how excruciating it was trying to make my CD sound the same across all playing platforms, and I talk about that a little. I talk about recording my album and all the four track recording I did over the years. I had some troubles with my album's producer, who may or may not have had a severe cocaine addiction. I tell how The Cars chose their band name. I talk about some things I heard author Hugh Howey say some things I agree with on another podcast. I talk about the legend of Ozzy Osbourne pissing on the Alamo and whether that is true. I also discuss the world's most prominent scholar of the Alamo, who happens to be a classic rock superstar. I observe the anniversary of Bon Scott's death and do a poor imitation of his replacement, Brian Johnson, which hurts my throat. The anniversary of "Spinal Tap" happened, too, and I talk a little about that movie. One rocker thought it was like a horror movie because it was so real. Next, I talk about Michael McDonald of the Doobie Bros. co-writing "I'll Wait" with David Lee Roth! Ted Templeton got them together. I also talk about Slash's regrets about his image, along with the Glimmer Twins, the Toxic Twins, and Guns n Roses. I tell a story about a Slash show my buddy went to. Finally, I talk about how to enjoy podcasts even if you have a sketchy 3G or 4G connection. You can download your favorites on Stitcher using Wi-Fi and play them back without using a live connection. Thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoy the episode.

It's Our Birthday, We Rock (and Roll) On! WBKM just celebrated it's fifth birthday yesterday with a stellar night of live music...so on it goes.Back in the House tonight...Ahmet's House! So glad to be back with you. Skydog, Bonzo, Trane and Bags, The Glimmer Twins...all familiar names, homage to great and passionate players...all in Ahmet's House...tonight at 7PM...only on WBKM! Birthdays: Duane Allman

It's Our Birthday, We Rock (and Roll) On! WBKM just celebrated it's fifth birthday yesterday with a stellar night of live music...so on it goes. Back in the House tonight...Ahmet's House! So glad to be back with you. Skydog, Bonzo, Trane and Bags, The Glimmer Twins...all familiar names, homage to great and passionate players...all in Ahmet's House...tonight at 7PM...only on WBKM! Birthdays: Duane Allman