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FEVERBALL 311 by Ladies On Mars FIRST HOUR: FEVERBALL MIX LADIES ON MARS 01. Bertrand Burgalat, Chilam Balam, & Yuksek - Nuit bleue (Instrumental) 02. Oliver Nelson - Ain't A Thing (feat. Kaleem Taylor) 03. Polo & Pan - Disco Nap (feat. Metronomy) 04. Lovebirds - Wrap Me Up (Extended Mix) 05. David Morales, Romina Johnson - AIN'T NOBODY (Extended Mix) 06. Dirty Disco Stars, Hiva - Funky Weapon (Original Mix) 07. Fran Deeper - Davidson 88 (Ladies On Mars Extended Remix) [SPA In Disco] 08. Donna Summer - Oh Billy, Please (Ladies On Mars Remix) [Driven By The Music] 09. Javier Penna & DiscoRocks - Sure Know Something (Ladies On Mars Extended Remix) [Feverball] 10. Martin Eigenberg, Ryan Shade - Disco Affairs (Extended Mix) 11. Newik Another - Way (Effendi Remix Kool Edit) 12. Ladies On Mars - She's A Lady (Extended Mix) [Feverball] 13. Luv' - Let's Go To Paradise Of Love (Ladies On Mars Extended Remix) [Hit It Music!] SECOND HOUR: FEVERBALL MIX LADIES ON MARS 01. Gene Farris - My Man (feat. Ragdoll) 02. Mark Whites - Sunshine (ReGoove Mix) 03. Paolo Bardelli, Raffaele Giusti - Do The Breakdown (Nu Club Mix) 04. DJ Fafu - So In Love (Extended Mix) 05. Wreckx-N-Effect - Rump Shaker (Giovi Bootleg) 06. Superlover - All To My Own (Extended Mix) 07. Nikki Carvell - Ain't Paradise (Birdee Remix) 08. Effendi & Crazibiza - Be My Lover (Effendisco Remix) 09. Cortex Power - Just A Feeling (Extended Mix) 10. Purple Disco Machine - Playbox (Extended Mix) 11. Efectos Especiales - Pasarela (Ladies On Mars Remix) [Feverball] 12. Edrian - Together (Ladies On Mars Extended Remix) [Feverball] 13. Sean Finn - I Feel Love (Discotron Extended Mix) 14. Madonna Vs. Dergrees - Do You Want Holidays (Les Bisous Mash Remix) FOLLOW TO LADIES ON MARS HERE: Website: https://www.ladiesonmars.com Official Music Store: https://www.ladiesonmars.com/musicstore/ Bandcamp: https://ladiesonmars.bandcamp.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ladiesonmars Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ladiesonmars Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/ladiesonmars Soundcloud: https://www.soundcloud.com/ladiesonmars YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/ladiesonmars FOLLOW TO FEVERBALL HERE: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/feverball Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/feverball Soundcloud: https://www.soundcloud.com/feverball Mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/feverball Website: https://www.ladiesonmars.com/feverball

Steve Morse Interview : on Loss, Hope and Instrumental StorytellingTaken by an Angel: Steve Morse on Loss, Hope and Instrumental StorytellingIn this episode of the Now Spinning Magazine podcast, I sit down with legendary guitarist Steve Morse to dive deep into his new instrumental album Triangulation.Steve talks about the freedom of making a record with no industry expectations, the almost telepathic musical connection he shares with Dave LaRue, and how tracks like “Too Many Parts” grew into ambitious, multi-section odysseys.He also opens up about the deeply personal closing piece “Taken by an Angel”, recorded with his son Kevin in memory of Steve's late wife – a story of grief, love and hope told entirely through melody.We discuss adapting his technique as his hands change with age, why melody now matters more than ever in his writing, and how guest appearances from John Petrucci and Eric Johnson came together.If you're a fan of Steve Morse, Deep Purple, Dixie Dregs, or you're a guitarist who loves thoughtful, emotional instrumental music, this conversation is a must-listen.Triangulation is out now on Mascot – please support the music by picking up the CD or vinyl and, of course, by sharing this episode with fellow fans.Phil Aston | Now Spinning Magazine

exit 77 (Instrumental) -ũ. (Unreleased) DBA Blū Tha Gürū A kite in the wind And a knot that was tied at the rock, And a solemn last thought, For a drop of your pronouns; Wild and twisted the time Or the will of the tale to be told As if tongue handn't strung that same one– Still yonder the surface But never that gathered To wake and to wild her thirst At the alter The christened and severed, But glistened as cherubs had waited her heralded platters See, i told you it was the feast. I couldn't figure out what “heralded” would have to do with “platters” Then again nothing much made sense at the time anymore as it was, or for that matter as much as it did therefore after–sometimes much after–timetimes weeks, and sometimes years, and sometimes what was heard to bear, the weight of eons passed between one thing and another. Entire worlds and lifetimes i'd had my eye and the back of my eye on, though departed, however as such categorized as things which could not have ever possibly have been discussed with one person or another–because, of course, however cosmic–they could not be explained, nor verified. It was the greatest secret I ever had, and it was in every single essence of the word a very secret. It wasn't so deep or dark or anything which would convey that it should not be shared–but in the nature that it had come to me, in itself it was a very rare thing which could not be taught, or talked about. Some kind of work of art, or act of God, or reward for having such a hard love–but it might have been the cruelest one, especially because it wasn't dark, or amoral, or beyond ordinary at all outside of how it had been thought–or born in thought in the very moment of that inconsiderate system of escape in that which is the essence of presence, if even for a moment, of someone whom you very much love–even though present it is not. It is this, transference of energetic movement one might refer to as shapeshifting, and in some unwritten form of parallel I had been given this sort of encrypted phantom of knowledge i'd had my mind set on being wrapped around.But for that matter, whatever cloud I sat on no matter how high up, i had to live in such a way that I could convince myself to understand that every now and again, this one and I would cross paths. For now, it was the best and worst secret I could ever have–the best because it was one I could have, and the worst because it was the most interesting thought–a puzzle solved and yet without any satisfaction because though the pieces had been put together, perhaps in a way you couldn't ever know what it was. This finished picture with fitting edges and four sharp corners with no discernable art that made it up. ‘What is that supposed to be.' Then, this is pertaining to the assumption that you've for whatever reason the skill or need to put together this puzzle without ever having or having seen a picture of the box–just fitting the marked edges that ran along each other all together until one by one they all had a place to go–rectangular in shape and perfectly fitting and still in all that time and effort having done what you thought needed to be done in order to know what that might have been a picture of… You have no idea. And worse, it emulates no known abstract art–it seems less even than just a conglomerate mix of things, or a half-thought, or a pre-emptive idea–it just was jumbled, and now it's not. [] [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 All Rights Reserved. [] A Novel

exit 77 (Instrumental) -ũ. (Unreleased) DBA Blū Tha Gürū A kite in the wind And a knot that was tied at the rock, And a solemn last thought, For a drop of your pronouns; Wild and twisted the time Or the will of the tale to be told As if tongue handn't strung that same one– Still yonder the surface But never that gathered To wake and to wild her thirst At the alter The christened and severed, But glistened as cherubs had waited her heralded platters See, i told you it was the feast. I couldn't figure out what “heralded” would have to do with “platters” Then again nothing much made sense at the time anymore as it was, or for that matter as much as it did therefore after–sometimes much after–timetimes weeks, and sometimes years, and sometimes what was heard to bear, the weight of eons passed between one thing and another. Entire worlds and lifetimes i'd had my eye and the back of my eye on, though departed, however as such categorized as things which could not have ever possibly have been discussed with one person or another–because, of course, however cosmic–they could not be explained, nor verified. It was the greatest secret I ever had, and it was in every single essence of the word a very secret. It wasn't so deep or dark or anything which would convey that it should not be shared–but in the nature that it had come to me, in itself it was a very rare thing which could not be taught, or talked about. Some kind of work of art, or act of God, or reward for having such a hard love–but it might have been the cruelest one, especially because it wasn't dark, or amoral, or beyond ordinary at all outside of how it had been thought–or born in thought in the very moment of that inconsiderate system of escape in that which is the essence of presence, if even for a moment, of someone whom you very much love–even though present it is not. It is this, transference of energetic movement one might refer to as shapeshifting, and in some unwritten form of parallel I had been given this sort of encrypted phantom of knowledge i'd had my mind set on being wrapped around.But for that matter, whatever cloud I sat on no matter how high up, i had to live in such a way that I could convince myself to understand that every now and again, this one and I would cross paths. For now, it was the best and worst secret I could ever have–the best because it was one I could have, and the worst because it was the most interesting thought–a puzzle solved and yet without any satisfaction because though the pieces had been put together, perhaps in a way you couldn't ever know what it was. This finished picture with fitting edges and four sharp corners with no discernable art that made it up. ‘What is that supposed to be.' Then, this is pertaining to the assumption that you've for whatever reason the skill or need to put together this puzzle without ever having or having seen a picture of the box–just fitting the marked edges that ran along each other all together until one by one they all had a place to go–rectangular in shape and perfectly fitting and still in all that time and effort having done what you thought needed to be done in order to know what that might have been a picture of… You have no idea. And worse, it emulates no known abstract art–it seems less even than just a conglomerate mix of things, or a half-thought, or a pre-emptive idea–it just was jumbled, and now it's not. [] [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 All Rights Reserved. [] A Novel

exit 77 (Instrumental) -ũ. (Unreleased) DBA Blū Tha Gürū A kite in the wind And a knot that was tied at the rock, And a solemn last thought, For a drop of your pronouns; Wild and twisted the time Or the will of the tale to be told As if tongue handn't strung that same one– Still yonder the surface But never that gathered To wake and to wild her thirst At the alter The christened and severed, But glistened as cherubs had waited her heralded platters See, i told you it was the feast. I couldn't figure out what “heralded” would have to do with “platters” Then again nothing much made sense at the time anymore as it was, or for that matter as much as it did therefore after–sometimes much after–timetimes weeks, and sometimes years, and sometimes what was heard to bear, the weight of eons passed between one thing and another. Entire worlds and lifetimes i'd had my eye and the back of my eye on, though departed, however as such categorized as things which could not have ever possibly have been discussed with one person or another–because, of course, however cosmic–they could not be explained, nor verified. It was the greatest secret I ever had, and it was in every single essence of the word a very secret. It wasn't so deep or dark or anything which would convey that it should not be shared–but in the nature that it had come to me, in itself it was a very rare thing which could not be taught, or talked about. Some kind of work of art, or act of God, or reward for having such a hard love–but it might have been the cruelest one, especially because it wasn't dark, or amoral, or beyond ordinary at all outside of how it had been thought–or born in thought in the very moment of that inconsiderate system of escape in that which is the essence of presence, if even for a moment, of someone whom you very much love–even though present it is not. It is this, transference of energetic movement one might refer to as shapeshifting, and in some unwritten form of parallel I had been given this sort of encrypted phantom of knowledge i'd had my mind set on being wrapped around.But for that matter, whatever cloud I sat on no matter how high up, i had to live in such a way that I could convince myself to understand that every now and again, this one and I would cross paths. For now, it was the best and worst secret I could ever have–the best because it was one I could have, and the worst because it was the most interesting thought–a puzzle solved and yet without any satisfaction because though the pieces had been put together, perhaps in a way you couldn't ever know what it was. This finished picture with fitting edges and four sharp corners with no discernable art that made it up. ‘What is that supposed to be.' Then, this is pertaining to the assumption that you've for whatever reason the skill or need to put together this puzzle without ever having or having seen a picture of the box–just fitting the marked edges that ran along each other all together until one by one they all had a place to go–rectangular in shape and perfectly fitting and still in all that time and effort having done what you thought needed to be done in order to know what that might have been a picture of… You have no idea. And worse, it emulates no known abstract art–it seems less even than just a conglomerate mix of things, or a half-thought, or a pre-emptive idea–it just was jumbled, and now it's not. [] [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 All Rights Reserved. [] A Novel

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Playlist: combo daguerre - les assassinsa-wa - habib galbiafrican head charge - in pursuit of shashamane landalec k redfearn & the eyesores - smoking shoesDavid Occhipinti - canticum abaciMary Ancheta - minokawa (feat. kimmortal)alabaster deplume - what can it takeJulianna Riolino - it's a shakedownPatrick Watson - silencioMac DeMarco - punishmentandrew bird - bloodlessThe Dwarfs of East Agouza - swollen thanklesAda Lea - just like in the museumGladhanding - sweat the divinedj shadow and run the jewels - nobody speakanimal collective - walkerbuzz' ayaz - efdjic'mon tigre - the botanistGuided By Voices - dance of the picnic antschica libre - sonida amazonicoemiliana torrini & the colorist orchestra - the illusion curseMaraudeur - robot machinebluffing - fragile egojohn kemeel farah & nick fraser - dirgekameel - the floor eats firstLucrecia Dalt - no death no dangerJessica Moss - washing machine

A Música Instrumental no Velho Testamento e sua Organização | Teologia Viva

Programme de VALERIO SANNICANDRO pour webSYNradio : Instrumental & Vocal Works. Les deux playlists élaborées pour webSYNradio — Instrumental Work et Vocal Work — rassemblent un ensemble d'œuvres composées au fil des dernières années pour des formations variées, allant de la musique de chambre au grand orchestre, avec ou sans dispositifs électroniques. À travers ces pièces se dessine un parcours sonore où chaque œuvre explore, sous des angles différents, les rapports entre le son, l'espace et le mouvement. Le travail de Valerio Sannicandro cherche avant tout à questionner la manière dont le son habite l'espace, se déplace, se transforme et dialogue avec la mémoire et la perception. https://synradio.fr/valerio-sannicandro-instrumental-vocal-works/

Lil Bitz LOST CAUSE I saw this dude and i thought to myself Ooh, he got a big forehead –FIVE head! But then i kept seeing him and every time i seen him the number increased. Six head! Seven head! Eight head! NINE HEAD Eventua;ly all i could see was his head. The rest didnt even exist no more The room became his head, I'm like, “Wuhhooahhhh” {Enter The Multiverse} SUNNI BLU ooh , she think she bad But she know she aint bad She wantto be bad But we know she aint bad, son She be getting ready in the bathroom, Bad stuff She be take that pink inside the powderm, at the club Boo boo boo! she pretty but she roode She just about a tool; I'm finna acta fool Gaddang Aint no way she think she famous She cant even bang! Bitch get out my way Go take ur medication! Jeezuz, I ben vegan long time but want Cheeze itz And i need a girlfriend —I think she's it Got me cheesin' Order some Chinese-es On eazy puff Cuh she know i like it ruff On wifey i cant get enough My life i put my life on God Oh christ I cross my heart I be like ten feet tall L E G E N D S What do you do when death is on your doorstep? You let him in, give him a kiss Warm on the forehead and then sit him down for dinner. That is, before you look inward. Cause it feels so good to die, don't it? Or don't you remember? SUNNI BLU YO THAT JUST GAVE ME SEVERE ANXIETY, SON. YOOO Lil Bitzs ISO Sunni Blu Lost Cause I JUST WATCHED A WHOLE DE LA SOUL SET that had a DJ BOOTH IN IT THAT DID NOT GET TOUCHED THE WHOLE SET. Half the first verse went by, i'm like, “Alright, come on. Touch the decks.” He did not. The whole first verse went by, HE DID NOT TOUCH THE DECKS. He just sittin there in the background like, “1, 2, 3!” I'm like, “yeah , alright, 1,2,3– TOUCH THE DECKS.” Then the second verse started, He's still sitting there like, “1,2,3!” I'm starting to have a heart attack like, ‘…TOUCH THE DECKS.' He did not touch the decks! Now he dancin, Hands up in the air. I'm like, “COME ON BRUH.” Talkin bout “Long Island” “1,2,3!” TOUCH THE DECKS. He did not touch the decks. Second Verse: I'm like, “omg he not touchin the decks” Then they bring out a whole band… And i'm like, “Oh, he finna play with the band.” He did NOT. The band came out, Third verse– He steps away from the decks. I'm like— “What the fuck is going on here.” Then he just dancin around, BOTH hands in the air i'm like, “ok ….where the DJ AT.” COME ON DJ— TOUCH THE DECKS. The whole song went by. He did not touch the decks. He exit stage right. Everybody exit, Peace out. Left the decks right there. By themselves. UNTOUCHED. Center stage. I thought i died. They brought the whole DJ booth; They brought all the decks…. They set the decks up, They did the whole song. The decks did not get touched. Not one time. Not once did the decks get touched. I died. Then I came back, and i thought. “I might be the only non-male person alive To be this mad—- That a deck did not get touched.” How's that. 5 out of 10. It was almost a dick joke. That's why I gave it a five. Almost a dick–is not a dick. By God, you're right. 5 inches is not a dick. Not even of really good penis. I'm sorry, It's just not. {Enter The Multiverse} It's not a DJ set if your hands are above your head more than 10% of the time. Period. #facts You gotta touch the decks. [The Festival Project ™ ] It's like 5 in the morning on thanksgiving, i just watched Jimmy Kimmel and i'm about to eat some tacos. Cause my life been like that. {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S The Winery. (Instrumental) Unreleased — TBA 2026 Prod. By -Ū. DBA Blū Tha Gürū Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.

Lil Bitz LOST CAUSE I saw this dude and i thought to myself Ooh, he got a big forehead –FIVE head! But then i kept seeing him and every time i seen him the number increased. Six head! Seven head! Eight head! NINE HEAD Eventua;ly all i could see was his head. The rest didnt even exist no more The room became his head, I'm like, “Wuhhooahhhh” {Enter The Multiverse} SUNNI BLU ooh , she think she bad But she know she aint bad She wantto be bad But we know she aint bad, son She be getting ready in the bathroom, Bad stuff She be take that pink inside the powderm, at the club Boo boo boo! she pretty but she roode She just about a tool; I'm finna acta fool Gaddang Aint no way she think she famous She cant even bang! Bitch get out my way Go take ur medication! Jeezuz, I ben vegan long time but want Cheeze itz And i need a girlfriend —I think she's it Got me cheesin' Order some Chinese-es On eazy puff Cuh she know i like it ruff On wifey i cant get enough My life i put my life on God Oh christ I cross my heart I be like ten feet tall L E G E N D S What do you do when death is on your doorstep? You let him in, give him a kiss Warm on the forehead and then sit him down for dinner. That is, before you look inward. Cause it feels so good to die, don't it? Or don't you remember? SUNNI BLU YO THAT JUST GAVE ME SEVERE ANXIETY, SON. YOOO Lil Bitzs ISO Sunni Blu Lost Cause I JUST WATCHED A WHOLE DE LA SOUL SET that had a DJ BOOTH IN IT THAT DID NOT GET TOUCHED THE WHOLE SET. Half the first verse went by, i'm like, “Alright, come on. Touch the decks.” He did not. The whole first verse went by, HE DID NOT TOUCH THE DECKS. He just sittin there in the background like, “1, 2, 3!” I'm like, “yeah , alright, 1,2,3– TOUCH THE DECKS.” Then the second verse started, He's still sitting there like, “1,2,3!” I'm starting to have a heart attack like, ‘…TOUCH THE DECKS.' He did not touch the decks! Now he dancin, Hands up in the air. I'm like, “COME ON BRUH.” Talkin bout “Long Island” “1,2,3!” TOUCH THE DECKS. He did not touch the decks. Second Verse: I'm like, “omg he not touchin the decks” Then they bring out a whole band… And i'm like, “Oh, he finna play with the band.” He did NOT. The band came out, Third verse– He steps away from the decks. I'm like— “What the fuck is going on here.” Then he just dancin around, BOTH hands in the air i'm like, “ok ….where the DJ AT.” COME ON DJ— TOUCH THE DECKS. The whole song went by. He did not touch the decks. He exit stage right. Everybody exit, Peace out. Left the decks right there. By themselves. UNTOUCHED. Center stage. I thought i died. They brought the whole DJ booth; They brought all the decks…. They set the decks up, They did the whole song. The decks did not get touched. Not one time. Not once did the decks get touched. I died. Then I came back, and i thought. “I might be the only non-male person alive To be this mad—- That a deck did not get touched.” How's that. 5 out of 10. It was almost a dick joke. That's why I gave it a five. Almost a dick–is not a dick. By God, you're right. 5 inches is not a dick. Not even of really good penis. I'm sorry, It's just not. {Enter The Multiverse} It's not a DJ set if your hands are above your head more than 10% of the time. Period. #facts You gotta touch the decks. [The Festival Project ™ ] It's like 5 in the morning on thanksgiving, i just watched Jimmy Kimmel and i'm about to eat some tacos. Cause my life been like that. {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S The Winery. (Instrumental) Unreleased — TBA 2026 Prod. By -Ū. DBA Blū Tha Gürū Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.

Lil Bitz LOST CAUSE I saw this dude and i thought to myself Ooh, he got a big forehead –FIVE head! But then i kept seeing him and every time i seen him the number increased. Six head! Seven head! Eight head! NINE HEAD Eventua;ly all i could see was his head. The rest didnt even exist no more The room became his head, I'm like, “Wuhhooahhhh” {Enter The Multiverse} SUNNI BLU ooh , she think she bad But she know she aint bad She wantto be bad But we know she aint bad, son She be getting ready in the bathroom, Bad stuff She be take that pink inside the powderm, at the club Boo boo boo! she pretty but she roode She just about a tool; I'm finna acta fool Gaddang Aint no way she think she famous She cant even bang! Bitch get out my way Go take ur medication! Jeezuz, I ben vegan long time but want Cheeze itz And i need a girlfriend —I think she's it Got me cheesin' Order some Chinese-es On eazy puff Cuh she know i like it ruff On wifey i cant get enough My life i put my life on God Oh christ I cross my heart I be like ten feet tall L E G E N D S What do you do when death is on your doorstep? You let him in, give him a kiss Warm on the forehead and then sit him down for dinner. That is, before you look inward. Cause it feels so good to die, don't it? Or don't you remember? SUNNI BLU YO THAT JUST GAVE ME SEVERE ANXIETY, SON. YOOO Lil Bitzs ISO Sunni Blu Lost Cause I JUST WATCHED A WHOLE DE LA SOUL SET that had a DJ BOOTH IN IT THAT DID NOT GET TOUCHED THE WHOLE SET. Half the first verse went by, i'm like, “Alright, come on. Touch the decks.” He did not. The whole first verse went by, HE DID NOT TOUCH THE DECKS. He just sittin there in the background like, “1, 2, 3!” I'm like, “yeah , alright, 1,2,3– TOUCH THE DECKS.” Then the second verse started, He's still sitting there like, “1,2,3!” I'm starting to have a heart attack like, ‘…TOUCH THE DECKS.' He did not touch the decks! Now he dancin, Hands up in the air. I'm like, “COME ON BRUH.” Talkin bout “Long Island” “1,2,3!” TOUCH THE DECKS. He did not touch the decks. Second Verse: I'm like, “omg he not touchin the decks” Then they bring out a whole band… And i'm like, “Oh, he finna play with the band.” He did NOT. The band came out, Third verse– He steps away from the decks. I'm like— “What the fuck is going on here.” Then he just dancin around, BOTH hands in the air i'm like, “ok ….where the DJ AT.” COME ON DJ— TOUCH THE DECKS. The whole song went by. He did not touch the decks. He exit stage right. Everybody exit, Peace out. Left the decks right there. By themselves. UNTOUCHED. Center stage. I thought i died. They brought the whole DJ booth; They brought all the decks…. They set the decks up, They did the whole song. The decks did not get touched. Not one time. Not once did the decks get touched. I died. Then I came back, and i thought. “I might be the only non-male person alive To be this mad—- That a deck did not get touched.” How's that. 5 out of 10. It was almost a dick joke. That's why I gave it a five. Almost a dick–is not a dick. By God, you're right. 5 inches is not a dick. Not even of really good penis. I'm sorry, It's just not. {Enter The Multiverse} It's not a DJ set if your hands are above your head more than 10% of the time. Period. #facts You gotta touch the decks. [The Festival Project ™ ] It's like 5 in the morning on thanksgiving, i just watched Jimmy Kimmel and i'm about to eat some tacos. Cause my life been like that. {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S The Winery. (Instrumental) Unreleased — TBA 2026 Prod. By -Ū. DBA Blū Tha Gürū Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.

Ready to manifest more peace and love in your life? Tune in to this calming episode of The Healing Music Podcast. We've crafted a powerful, gentle instrumental soundtrack to support your journey toward inner calm and heartfelt connection. Use this music for: Deep Meditation & Mindfulness Focused Studying & Work Total Relaxation & Stress Relief Yoga & Spiritual Practice Sleep and Power Naps Allow the soothing harmonies to guide you into a state of profound relaxation and positive manifestation. Perfect for anyone seeking a moment of serenity in a busy world. Press play and find your calm. Keywords: meditation music, study sounds, relaxing music, healing frequencies, peaceful, love, manifestation, calm, ambient, focus, sleep, anxiety relief, background noise, instrumental.

Good ‘Ol Johnny O! (Unreleased) {Enter athe Multiverse} {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S Prod. by -Ū. DBA Blū Tha Gürū Preformed by: SUNNI BLU Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.

Best Smooth Jazz from London UK. 2 hours of instrumental soulful smooth jazz with host Rod Lucas. first aired on BSJ.FM (Nov 15th 2025) #4625e

Send us a textIn this episode, Georgia from Western Australia shares the two birth experiences that shaped her journey into motherhood.Her first birth at 41+1 began with an induction and unfolded in ways she hadn't anticipated. Georgia speaks about labouring on her own for a period — even after asking for her partner and doula, who weren't allowed in right away — and being offered pharmaceutical pain relief before having an epidural. Her baby was born with the help of a vacuum, along with an episiotomy and a second-degree tear. She also reflects on missing that initial skin-to-skin moment and the breastfeeding challenges that followed as she navigated her baby's reflux.Falling pregnant again just seven months later, Georgia followed her intuition toward a more supported experience. She chose a private midwife and planned a homebirth that felt more aligned. At 41 weeks she birthed her 4.3kg baby at home, experiencing another second-degree tear and transferring to hospital.Support the show@homebirthstoriesaustralia Support the show by buying us a coffee! Please be advised that this podcast may contain explicit language. Listener discretion is advised.The information, statistics, and research presented in this podcast are for informational purposes only and are not intended to constitute or replace medical or midwifery advice. All information discussed can be found online and is provided in the links in the show notes. It is always recommended to conduct your own research and make informed decisions. We advise you to discuss any topics or concerns with your healthcare provider. While we strive to incorporate the most up-to-date research in our episodes, we do not warrant or guarantee the accuracy of the information discussed on the show.

Run Come Riddims 27.1 Winter '25/26 Thank you for your patience on the next round of mixes, it will be worth the wait with four 1.5 hour shows coming up! Listens have shot through the roof and the last mix nears 30,000, obrigado Brazil, merci France!! If too slow to start, jump to 15 or 30 minutes in for some amazing groove-inducing riddims. Props to Zimbabwean artists on the Ibrahim Traore Riddim, super hot. Nyle Banks - One By One 0:01 Zamunda Feat. Fantan Mojah - Roots Rock Reggae 3:42 Fatbabs, Queen Omega & Nyle Banks - Stay Conscious 5:42 Army Gideon - Clock In Clock Out 8:00 I-Jahson Feat. Mikeylous - Link Up 10:00 Rik Jam - Hail The King 11:27 Heavyweight Rockaz Feat. Jemere Morgan - Kool Runninz 12:55 Ambassadors Of Reggae - Mr. G Productions 14:30 * Pinchers - Promised Land 14:31 * Mr. G - Kick In 16:25 * Christopher Martin - Praises 18:14 * Morgan Heritage - Still A Praise Jah 19:34 MediSun, Bost & Bim - Clean Up 23:18 Turbulence - Meet by the River 25:07 Droop Lion - Good Youth 27:00 Golden Hour Riddim - Bambino Musik & ClearSonix Music 29:19 * Spragga Benz - Hallelujah 29:25 * Jesse Royal - All For Themself 31:40 * Chino - Rise Up 33:31 * Sean Resy - Black People 35:25 * Yaksta - Unite 38:43 * Richie Spice - Real Forever 40:50 Nature Ellis - Believe In Yourself 43:24 E-Dee & Ginjah- Beautiful Woman 46:22 Dub Style Riddim - Dynamq Productions 49:02 * Busy Signal - In Every Country 48:03 * Loyal Flames - True To Life 50:40 * SkillinJah - Live Up 52:25 * Sud Sound System - Amiamo La Musica Reggae 53:40 * Winky D - Propaganda 55:32 * Anthony B - African 57:10 Naya Rockers & Queen Omega - Words Of Wisdom 59:49 Clinton Fearon - Come With Us 1:02:57 Hector Roots Lewis - Thanks 1:04:53 Lutan Fyah - Redemption 1:07:09 Akeem Garrison & House Of Riddim - Give Thanks and Praise 1:09:55 Art-X & The Roots Addict - Rising From Ashes 1:12:19 Paolo Baldini DubFiles & Queen Omega - You Are Not Alone 1:13:18 Iotosh - Righteous 1:15:00 Ibrahim Traore Riddim - Kunta Kinte Records 1:17:11 * Don Franco Tafari Feat. Gappy Ranks - Things Will Be Better 1:17:12 * MelB Melhuchi - Melody 1:20:16 * Celscius - Together Forever 1:22:16 * Amaze - Yahweh 1:24:23 * Turbulence, Sunny Trod & Prince Jahved - Proud To Be A Rastaman 1:25:56 Tampa Riddim - Easy Star Records 1:28:44 * 1Panic – Skank Again 1:28:45 * Clatta Bumboo – Free Offering 1:30:58 * Bazil – Under Control 1:32:30 * Instrumental 1:35:11

RANGER ​​Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) How dare you? Bitch I said that shit just to scare you Bitch you a demon! I ate the peas out the can And I hope that you see this What in the fuck do you mean I see and hear things I sea and here that, I failed the test now But passed the bar Wow You're funny Refinance the payment to fuck me Over You don't even know her So the glove don't fit? You still killed that bitch, OJ! Okay That a big ball player I'm a big black finger up your ass; What's cracking? Doing the work of the crackers I screenshot and capture Refinance the black list You act on behalf of the TRAP Refinance the TAP Refinance the cap and gown Cause I'm already drowning Refinance the black and brown Cause you know that I'm proud But I'm sitting her pouting (Wut) Refinance the land Refinance the Indian reservation where my dad at Refinance the car Refinance the boat Ok, Fuckit Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger Fresh from the land of a thousand suns And I stil don't know which stone to land on No random environment; I underwent the whole attorney And still met with resistance I just asked an an amphetamine as if it was A supplement to my existence In fact, it is, An edifice or m addition to my nutrition deficit And I says, For whatever's lost but goes on, Fight for rich or poorer while the poorer suffer longer No longer argue my agreements, Distance to whatever's after There I rest upon the sober throne, And throwing watermelon seeds into the ground as as stones, For may as well without the water And also sure to rot, Or waste as rats, Computer paper, There again Recycling bins of compost Just for show, but not for shredded paper No, no longer or wonder my nonsense, In fact, I, raging there had kept no more a suffer than a secret to be sure of here— And sure of her I was and sheer and gathered Torment your emotions, Also just to want but not to have As those that matter. So I've called in all the white clothes Now we represent with denim. And I'm stuck inside your television Stuck inside your television Don't you know you've shown you're weakness in the purest of hatred, Separating yourselfs as the basis for this Depreciation? Wonder, again I wonder And still no sad trombones, Only stories, and somber surfers And solemn whores and silent wars with words And sundries From the land of one thousand suns And a thousand sons you've lost A thousand wars, A thousand girls who want you Gathered over rails and velvet theatre ropes for it Rare. But slightly often scored, Parched, And barely long forgotten, Tipping, And waiting only This bitch comes on the train and smells like soup. Don't look at me as if I'm the one to have done something, I've no cardboard box but rather lift my chin at Whole Foods market over bags or water. You know it? I also do that for the dozen, No trend follows, or feathered gathered, Hollow winds and tunnels Tunnels sent and shadows I hadn't been pin pricked I never been picked out Blow the candles for which wish? I've be ever been bound to love Or celebrated by another besides my mother But here's so sensory deprivation, Overstimulation lol I love getting on the train and just happening to see a dude who is not listening to his dumb fucking girlfriend But she won't shut the fuck up He's just standing there like “Clearly I'm getting sex out of this” And she won't stop talking. I love that. I'm like “bitch, shut up.” He's like “Help me.” I'm like Not my problem, broskies, You better look interested instead of over here. Anyway, another year's gone by and no one's here for me. Anyway, another son was born without my honor. Anyway, I want to lap it up like all the water on the floor Before I realized it was gold, And I was slaughtered No use crying over spilled galaxies, Still you're trapped in I, And I'm found to want more than I decided If I'm divided and clustered up And yet I'm divine then, I should gather all I've had Combine it into one —and yet Another columbine has come As if they're all occurrences, Just set to Apple Watches And broadcast t'all the provences. In a cinch I've just realized I've the trench coat to match your jacket But no longer the converse all stars And you've seen to washed yours off from my angle Simple single triangle and spheres for fears of masturbating, Crash the grate at all the hours, Never really gravitating for anything important, Only alt-right Can't afford that All your penlaltied for real to mean political rallies or ambitions act as barriers to those that actually ally. Who am I? That's right? I can't belay in body! Oh, I can't to grip the shadows Boxing with the cat for your night V.O We were friends with the humans— Most of our job is finding out what happened with them. Future people Vintage potluck All out time And all our hard work All our bad luck All our warns Fell on her shores as lodes for her Oh, How his legs fall so calmly one over the other Or, How his songs flow not as words, but heart strings Our melodies will walk in chords for all time For now if ta zzz A as te r ( I love when i get off the train and that happens) What a brilliant blue, Yea, in fact, its cerulean Yes, in fact, if you can Facts to rule them all, so If you fax, try to call, here goes all your worry Here's your love; None For the facts you were sure to walk about, now you're our, gone From the top Don't ever forget you're on watch I've got a whole heart full of freedom Just don't look up from your phone e They brought you jo now pull you don't a bit You're a clown, it seems But no activists They heil Hitler in central Bedford No articles of new clothing l, huh? They love to watch all your digging They call it hyper vigilance because racism in New York can be so violent That its strength lies not only in money and power but nearly balanced numbers Which justifies hurtful and aggressive actions as adaptations to the changing world They see themselves as the controllers Still slave master but in such a context That they mask the hatred that lies under the surface as social issues of another kind it seems to hurt in another way you can't always tell the doctor. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

RANGER ​​Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) How dare you? Bitch I said that shit just to scare you Bitch you a demon! I ate the peas out the can And I hope that you see this What in the fuck do you mean I see and hear things I sea and here that, I failed the test now But passed the bar Wow You're funny Refinance the payment to fuck me Over You don't even know her So the glove don't fit? You still killed that bitch, OJ! Okay That a big ball player I'm a big black finger up your ass; What's cracking? Doing the work of the crackers I screenshot and capture Refinance the black list You act on behalf of the TRAP Refinance the TAP Refinance the cap and gown Cause I'm already drowning Refinance the black and brown Cause you know that I'm proud But I'm sitting her pouting (Wut) Refinance the land Refinance the Indian reservation where my dad at Refinance the car Refinance the boat Ok, Fuckit Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger Fresh from the land of a thousand suns And I stil don't know which stone to land on No random environment; I underwent the whole attorney And still met with resistance I just asked an an amphetamine as if it was A supplement to my existence In fact, it is, An edifice or m addition to my nutrition deficit And I says, For whatever's lost but goes on, Fight for rich or poorer while the poorer suffer longer No longer argue my agreements, Distance to whatever's after There I rest upon the sober throne, And throwing watermelon seeds into the ground as as stones, For may as well without the water And also sure to rot, Or waste as rats, Computer paper, There again Recycling bins of compost Just for show, but not for shredded paper No, no longer or wonder my nonsense, In fact, I, raging there had kept no more a suffer than a secret to be sure of here— And sure of her I was and sheer and gathered Torment your emotions, Also just to want but not to have As those that matter. So I've called in all the white clothes Now we represent with denim. And I'm stuck inside your television Stuck inside your television Don't you know you've shown you're weakness in the purest of hatred, Separating yourselfs as the basis for this Depreciation? Wonder, again I wonder And still no sad trombones, Only stories, and somber surfers And solemn whores and silent wars with words And sundries From the land of one thousand suns And a thousand sons you've lost A thousand wars, A thousand girls who want you Gathered over rails and velvet theatre ropes for it Rare. But slightly often scored, Parched, And barely long forgotten, Tipping, And waiting only This bitch comes on the train and smells like soup. Don't look at me as if I'm the one to have done something, I've no cardboard box but rather lift my chin at Whole Foods market over bags or water. You know it? I also do that for the dozen, No trend follows, or feathered gathered, Hollow winds and tunnels Tunnels sent and shadows I hadn't been pin pricked I never been picked out Blow the candles for which wish? I've be ever been bound to love Or celebrated by another besides my mother But here's so sensory deprivation, Overstimulation lol I love getting on the train and just happening to see a dude who is not listening to his dumb fucking girlfriend But she won't shut the fuck up He's just standing there like “Clearly I'm getting sex out of this” And she won't stop talking. I love that. I'm like “bitch, shut up.” He's like “Help me.” I'm like Not my problem, broskies, You better look interested instead of over here. Anyway, another year's gone by and no one's here for me. Anyway, another son was born without my honor. Anyway, I want to lap it up like all the water on the floor Before I realized it was gold, And I was slaughtered No use crying over spilled galaxies, Still you're trapped in I, And I'm found to want more than I decided If I'm divided and clustered up And yet I'm divine then, I should gather all I've had Combine it into one —and yet Another columbine has come As if they're all occurrences, Just set to Apple Watches And broadcast t'all the provences. In a cinch I've just realized I've the trench coat to match your jacket But no longer the converse all stars And you've seen to washed yours off from my angle Simple single triangle and spheres for fears of masturbating, Crash the grate at all the hours, Never really gravitating for anything important, Only alt-right Can't afford that All your penlaltied for real to mean political rallies or ambitions act as barriers to those that actually ally. Who am I? That's right? I can't belay in body! Oh, I can't to grip the shadows Boxing with the cat for your night V.O We were friends with the humans— Most of our job is finding out what happened with them. Future people Vintage potluck All out time And all our hard work All our bad luck All our warns Fell on her shores as lodes for her Oh, How his legs fall so calmly one over the other Or, How his songs flow not as words, but heart strings Our melodies will walk in chords for all time For now if ta zzz A as te r ( I love when i get off the train and that happens) What a brilliant blue, Yea, in fact, its cerulean Yes, in fact, if you can Facts to rule them all, so If you fax, try to call, here goes all your worry Here's your love; None For the facts you were sure to walk about, now you're our, gone From the top Don't ever forget you're on watch I've got a whole heart full of freedom Just don't look up from your phone e They brought you jo now pull you don't a bit You're a clown, it seems But no activists They heil Hitler in central Bedford No articles of new clothing l, huh? They love to watch all your digging They call it hyper vigilance because racism in New York can be so violent That its strength lies not only in money and power but nearly balanced numbers Which justifies hurtful and aggressive actions as adaptations to the changing world They see themselves as the controllers Still slave master but in such a context That they mask the hatred that lies under the surface as social issues of another kind it seems to hurt in another way you can't always tell the doctor. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

RANGER ​​Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) How dare you? Bitch I said that shit just to scare you Bitch you a demon! I ate the peas out the can And I hope that you see this What in the fuck do you mean I see and hear things I sea and here that, I failed the test now But passed the bar Wow You're funny Refinance the payment to fuck me Over You don't even know her So the glove don't fit? You still killed that bitch, OJ! Okay That a big ball player I'm a big black finger up your ass; What's cracking? Doing the work of the crackers I screenshot and capture Refinance the black list You act on behalf of the TRAP Refinance the TAP Refinance the cap and gown Cause I'm already drowning Refinance the black and brown Cause you know that I'm proud But I'm sitting her pouting (Wut) Refinance the land Refinance the Indian reservation where my dad at Refinance the car Refinance the boat Ok, Fuckit Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger (I'm doing the most) Refinance the Ranger Refinance the house Refinance the boat Refinance the— Doing the most Refinance the cat Refinance the dog Finance the—? Fuck it. Refinance the Ranger Fresh from the land of a thousand suns And I stil don't know which stone to land on No random environment; I underwent the whole attorney And still met with resistance I just asked an an amphetamine as if it was A supplement to my existence In fact, it is, An edifice or m addition to my nutrition deficit And I says, For whatever's lost but goes on, Fight for rich or poorer while the poorer suffer longer No longer argue my agreements, Distance to whatever's after There I rest upon the sober throne, And throwing watermelon seeds into the ground as as stones, For may as well without the water And also sure to rot, Or waste as rats, Computer paper, There again Recycling bins of compost Just for show, but not for shredded paper No, no longer or wonder my nonsense, In fact, I, raging there had kept no more a suffer than a secret to be sure of here— And sure of her I was and sheer and gathered Torment your emotions, Also just to want but not to have As those that matter. So I've called in all the white clothes Now we represent with denim. And I'm stuck inside your television Stuck inside your television Don't you know you've shown you're weakness in the purest of hatred, Separating yourselfs as the basis for this Depreciation? Wonder, again I wonder And still no sad trombones, Only stories, and somber surfers And solemn whores and silent wars with words And sundries From the land of one thousand suns And a thousand sons you've lost A thousand wars, A thousand girls who want you Gathered over rails and velvet theatre ropes for it Rare. But slightly often scored, Parched, And barely long forgotten, Tipping, And waiting only This bitch comes on the train and smells like soup. Don't look at me as if I'm the one to have done something, I've no cardboard box but rather lift my chin at Whole Foods market over bags or water. You know it? I also do that for the dozen, No trend follows, or feathered gathered, Hollow winds and tunnels Tunnels sent and shadows I hadn't been pin pricked I never been picked out Blow the candles for which wish? I've be ever been bound to love Or celebrated by another besides my mother But here's so sensory deprivation, Overstimulation lol I love getting on the train and just happening to see a dude who is not listening to his dumb fucking girlfriend But she won't shut the fuck up He's just standing there like “Clearly I'm getting sex out of this” And she won't stop talking. I love that. I'm like “bitch, shut up.” He's like “Help me.” I'm like Not my problem, broskies, You better look interested instead of over here. Anyway, another year's gone by and no one's here for me. Anyway, another son was born without my honor. Anyway, I want to lap it up like all the water on the floor Before I realized it was gold, And I was slaughtered No use crying over spilled galaxies, Still you're trapped in I, And I'm found to want more than I decided If I'm divided and clustered up And yet I'm divine then, I should gather all I've had Combine it into one —and yet Another columbine has come As if they're all occurrences, Just set to Apple Watches And broadcast t'all the provences. In a cinch I've just realized I've the trench coat to match your jacket But no longer the converse all stars And you've seen to washed yours off from my angle Simple single triangle and spheres for fears of masturbating, Crash the grate at all the hours, Never really gravitating for anything important, Only alt-right Can't afford that All your penlaltied for real to mean political rallies or ambitions act as barriers to those that actually ally. Who am I? That's right? I can't belay in body! Oh, I can't to grip the shadows Boxing with the cat for your night V.O We were friends with the humans— Most of our job is finding out what happened with them. Future people Vintage potluck All out time And all our hard work All our bad luck All our warns Fell on her shores as lodes for her Oh, How his legs fall so calmly one over the other Or, How his songs flow not as words, but heart strings Our melodies will walk in chords for all time For now if ta zzz A as te r ( I love when i get off the train and that happens) What a brilliant blue, Yea, in fact, its cerulean Yes, in fact, if you can Facts to rule them all, so If you fax, try to call, here goes all your worry Here's your love; None For the facts you were sure to walk about, now you're our, gone From the top Don't ever forget you're on watch I've got a whole heart full of freedom Just don't look up from your phone e They brought you jo now pull you don't a bit You're a clown, it seems But no activists They heil Hitler in central Bedford No articles of new clothing l, huh? They love to watch all your digging They call it hyper vigilance because racism in New York can be so violent That its strength lies not only in money and power but nearly balanced numbers Which justifies hurtful and aggressive actions as adaptations to the changing world They see themselves as the controllers Still slave master but in such a context That they mask the hatred that lies under the surface as social issues of another kind it seems to hurt in another way you can't always tell the doctor. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Andrew Waller, from Breaking The Tethers, fills in again!Playlist: Bobby Hutcherson - Welcome to the windReturn to Darkness - Texas BBQMarconi Union - Weightless, pt. 4Genesis - Wot gorilla?Brandon Seabrook - Emotional cleavageSoft Machine - Out-bloody-rageousLal & Mike Waterson - To make you stayTonto's Expanding Head Band - RiversongKarneef - Cyber criminalDonald Byrd - Flight timeElvis Costello - Our little angelSonata Islands Kommandoh - Aphantasia QBBPugs & Crows - Wind up flying awayPassport - MadhouseOstrofi - You're getting closerTrey Gunn - TraverseAmir ElSaffar - Autumn comes

Dive into the electrifying world of a soulful house with "My Temperature Is Rising", a song that seamlessly blends vibrant energy with deep emotional grooves. A smooth yet infectious funk groove that pulls you to the dance floor. Saxophone riffs that ooze sensuality and elevate the vibe to a sophisticated high. A soulful piano progression that anchors the track in warm, emotive tones. Vocals that soar passionately deliver intimacy and power, making each lyric resonate deeply. This track captures the heart of a soulful house with its seamless fusion of organic instrumentation and dance-inducing rhythms. Whether setting the mood in a chill lounge or fueling the energy in a late-night set, "My Temperature Is Rising" is a guaranteed crowd-pleaser.

Written, performed and produced by Pehr Flühr 2025

While remembering what our "Diana" moments were, the gang get deep into Darryn Lyons lore. This is a preview of the Patreon-exclusive second part of Episode 77, live in London - you can get the whole thing on Patreon here: https://patreon.com/posts/ep-77-what-was-2-143342278 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This episode is sponsored by Cozy Earth! Use promo code CHRISTMAS to get 40% off at cozyearth.com

Guest host this week (and next): Andrew Waller, host of Breaking The Tethers (who kept forgetting what show he was on! Bad Andrew!)Playlist: Sonny Sharrock - Portrait of Linda in three colors, all blackRafiq Bhatia - At midnight on a black sand beach, the raging tides begin to speakPogues - A pistol for Paddy GarciaHeather McKay - Eleven reasons whyJeff Tweedy - Western clear skiesSon Volt - When the wheels don't moveHomicyde - Until I cease to beSANAM - TatayoumRich Brown - Nyaeba (the griot)Forever Einstein - Bye, bye, BarbieNoam Lemish - Song for MillyGuapo - Five suns IMike LeDonne's Groover Quartet - I love youBanzai - Vomit ritualVolker Lankow - Residual silenceThe Dwarfs of East Agouza - A body to matchDanny Thompson - CrusaderRémy Bélanger de Beauport - MiNeal Miner - Night owls

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

Mike Hoss spoke to Saints & Pelicans owner Gayle Benson about the passing of former NFL Commissioner Paul Tagliabue, who she said was "instrumental" in keeping the Saints in New Orleans. Benson discussed the Saints' bye week, Veterans' Day, and her trip to France with Demario Davis.

Mike Hoss spoke to Saints & Pelicans owner Gayle Benson about the passing of former NFL Commissioner Paul Tagliabue, who she said was "instrumental" in keeping the Saints in New Orleans. Benson discussed the Saints' bye week, Veterans' Day, and her trip to France with Demario Davis.

What if markets move not by logic, but by pressure? In this conversation, Alan Dunne and Yoav Git trace the invisible currents behind price formation, namely how a single dollar of inflow can lift valuations fivefold, and why that distortion challenges everything the efficient market promised. From the slow mechanics of supply and demand to the moral hazards of policy and liquidity, the discussion follows money as it reshapes narrative. They revisit research that foresaw inflation's return, and question why QIS indices so often fade in practice. Beneath it all lies a quiet question: what truly drives the modern market?-----50 YEARS OF TREND FOLLOWING BOOK AND BEHIND-THE-SCENES VIDEO FOR ACCREDITED INVESTORS - CLICK HERE-----Follow Niels on Twitter, LinkedIn, YouTube or via the TTU website.IT's TRUE ? – most CIO's read 50+ books each year – get your FREE copy of the Ultimate Guide to the Best Investment Books ever written here.And you can get a free copy of my latest book “Ten Reasons to Add Trend Following to Your Portfolio” here.Learn more about the Trend Barometer here.Send your questions to info@toptradersunplugged.comAnd please share this episode with a like-minded friend and leave an honest Rating & Review on iTunes or Spotify so more people can discover the podcast.Follow Alan on Twitter.Follow Yoav on LinkedIn.Episode TimeStamps:00:00:23 – Opening and agenda for the discussion00:01:05 – Math education in the UK and XTX's push to fund young talent00:03:39 – Market performance recap for early November00:04:49 – Reflections on volatility and fixed income trading conditions00:05:13 – Introduction to the “Inelastic Markets Hypothesis”00:05:53 – Supply, demand, and elasticity explained in market terms00:10:30 – Instrumental variables and how economists measure elasticity00:14:51 – The debate: if markets clear, how can flows move prices?00:15:44 – Why equities are more inelastic than bonds00:21:04 – Questioning the 5x effect and how...

Playlist: haramia tapes - harperAl qasar - desse baramaharriet tubman - five pointscarla bozulich, marc ribot - end of the worldgastr del sol - swallow's taillow - wordswarmduscher - immaculate deceptionOruã & Reverse Death - dues-darakathleen yearwood - a photon goes from place to placekathleen yearwood - the work of the spiderbluffing - people pleaserSANAM - goblinDavid Occhipinti - song of calypsopôt-pot - fake eyesThe Dwarfs of East Agouza - double mothersmarin patenaude - namelessKarneef - do you know a manJoey Waronker & Pete Min - chocolate chipPatrick Watson - choir in the wiresjed arbour - parasiteTerri Lyne Carrington & Christie Dashiell - tears for johannesburg feat julian priester, weedle briamah

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

This is the no-talking version. Revised in November 2025. Vote!: www.abora-recordings.com/vote/ This week we have this month's all-instrumental episode! Enjoy! All episode info & links: www.abora-recordings.com/uponly-610 TIMED TRACKLIST: 1. [0:00:00]: Kvaii & Darkingz - Magpie (Intro Mix) [Abora Skies] 2. [0:05:07]: FAN FAVORITE 601: Etasonic - In The Valley Of The Blue River [Abora] 3. [0:10:13]: Alexander Komarov, Kataploks - Baekrokdam [Interplay Global] 4. [0:15:56]: ORCHESTRAL UPLIFTING CLASSIC: Avenger - Orca (New World Remaster) [Blue Soho] 5. [0:23:22]: LekSin & Nik Andre & Yuri Melnikov - Waltz of Falling Leaves [Beyond the Stars Reborn] 6. [0:28:27]: DreamLife, Drunk Breeze - Rurouni Kenshin [Abora] 7. [0:33:05]: Sven Wendland - Fairytale [We Love Trance] 8. [0:36:34]: Kenny Palmer - Within Our Dreams [FSOE] 9. [0:41:36]: U-Mount - El [Aerodynamica] 10. [0:46:14]: KaKi - Force Of Bond [Tuned Flow] 11. [0:51:16]: Grande Piano - Iron Angels (Casepeat & Plutian Remix) [Sundance] [WORLD PREMIERE] 12. [0:55:24]: PRE-RELEASE PICK: Ishiro - Mirage Rain [Abora Skies] [WORLD PREMIERE] 13. [1:00:29]: BREAKDOWN OF THE WEEK: Masaru Hinaiji - Ryujin [Synchronized Melodies] [WORLD PREMIERE] 14. [1:05:40]: Chris Metcalfe - Beyond the Sky [FSOE] 15. [1:11:09]: FANTAZM, Victor Tayne - Young Space [2Rock Uplifting] 16. [1:17:19]: Dj Dani - We Should Be Lovers [High Emotions] 17. [1:20:06]: Airdream - Born Again [Reason II Rise] 18. [1:23:29]: Fros7novA - Liberty [Ascent] 19. [1:27:09]: FAN FAVORITE 605: Victor Special & Ruslan Aschaulov - One Step To The Light (Artena Remix) [Narratology] 20. [1:31:43]: Naki - Leviathan [RockRiver] 21. [1:37:21]: Dalphon - Ad Astra [Redux] 22. [1:42:02]: Mhammed El Alami & Salman Wani - Wayfarer [FSOE Fables] 23. [1:46:44]: William Silva - Dreaming About You (Dub) [Molekular] 24. [1:51:22]: Roberta Harrison & Stargazers - Hold The Light (Dub) [Amsterdam Trance Records] 25. [1:56:01]: SYMPHONIC SEND-OFF: Sam Fletcher, Ruslan Aschaulov - Valentina (Howlex Piano Remix) [Your Melodies]

Assorted Christmas music, mostly from Christmas-themed movies. Great for listening while having a quiet supper or Christmas dinner with friends and family. Or an after-dinner eggnog, maybe with a splash of spiced rum, etc.... Mmmm  Have a very Merry Christmas from Ken Steele. 

A new MP3 sermon from The Narrated Puritan is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Faith Is the Instrumental Cause of Our Purification Subtitle: On The Holy Spirit Speaker: John Owen Broadcaster: The Narrated Puritan Event: Audiobook Date: 10/31/2025 Length: 64 min.

Afflictions have in them some token of God's displeasure against sin, which those who are exercised by them are led by the consideration of unto a fresh view of the vileness of it; for although afflictions are an effect of love, yet it is of love mixed with care to obviate and prevent distempers. Whatever they are else, they are always chastisements; and correction respects faults.

Playlist: land of kush - ssssssBIG/BRAVE - not speaking the of the wavekue varo - the furthest thingN0V3L - take you forlittle misty - secretsyves jarvis - gold filigreewindow lamp - cowboyl'omelette - fast fashion fascistby divine right - field of trampolinesbria salmena - stretch the struggleaysanabee - homechantal vitalis - around youJolie Laide - saw the wavejed arbour - parasiteaudrey ochoa - the con artiststarpainter - rattlesnake dreamerika angell - templePatrick Watson - house on fireyoo doo right - the moral compass of a self-driving carPOSTNAMERS - vangaelizabeth anika vajagic - whyhrsta - the orchardthe weather station - robberfiver - stable song

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

The final episode of the regular season. Next week?? DAILY EPISODES!

This is both a parody and a cover song! The original parody is by our beloved Filker King, Tom Smith. Go to Tom Smith's bandcamp page to listen to the orig... er, the parody. In the process of getting ready to participate the Filker Song Swap "Cover to Cover: volume 3" various artists albums (organized by fellow Fump artist Madison Metricula Roberts), the randomizer happened to choose that I should cover a song by fellow Fump artist Tom Smith. I was given a choice of 2 songs, but of course I picked the one that is a parody of a song from my favorite musical, "The Pirates of Penzance" by Gilbert and Sullivan (the original song being officially entitled "Oh Better Far to Live and Die" but probably better known as "Pirate King"). Anyway, you should really look up the Filker Song Swap albums as well! They're on Bandcamp and several other locations. And then I asked Luke Ski for help getting a group of people together to do backing vocals, but he did such a good job on them by himself that I no longer felt an entire group was needed! And in case you somehow didn't figure this out, the subject matter of the song is Jack Skellington, the lead character of the 1993 Tim Burton stop-motion Halloween film "The Nightmare Before Christmas". Instrumental (real accordion and a Suzuki Andes 25F recorder keyboard!!), mixing and mastering by the wonderful Joe Jakubowski. Lyrics by Tom Smith. Lead vocals by Carrie Dahlby. Backing vocals and "gobble gobble" sound effect by Luke Ski.

Two bikers choose a familiar road. An artist helps a musician sing a new song. A hero finds their place after the battle. A gymnast and fighter look to the future. Another day dawns in Oliva Bay. For Cast/Character Info, our Merch Shop, and the official Discord Server: https://bloomandblight.com/ Theme Song: "Seconds Rising Star" by Harper S.K. Songs featured courtesy Epidemic Sound: "Sunshine in Your Hair" by Felix Salt, "The Fire, Baby!" (Instrumental)" by Par Hagstrom, "Night Talking" by Ryan James Carr, "Glowing Embers" by Megan Wofford, "Changing Seasons" by Mizlo, "Pretty Little Liar (Instrumental)" by Candelion, "We're in This Now (Instrumental)" by Loving Caliber, "California Here We Come (Instrumental)" by Mattias Tell, "Mirror Eyes" by Polar Nights. Check out AGON: https://evilhat.com/product/agon/ Be sure to stick around after our credits for a word from friends of the show, The Heart is a Dungeon!

This is the BSJ 15th Birthday show celebrating 15 years of Best Smooth Jazz radio & TV.. Host Rod Lucas playing all instrumental Smooth Jazz from London UK. (Ref:4225) Fun & Smooth Jazz.Watch the TV version from the studio at https://Youtube.com/BestSmoothJazz https://BestSmoothJazz.com

I sat down with assistant professor of labor studies and author of We Are the Union, Eric Blanc, to discuss: the euphoria and struggle of movement-building as a response to hopelessness, how mid-century suburban development undermined labor power, and why understanding (and wielding) economic leverage is critical. (05:22): The pushback against unions and why unions are essentially about democracy (08:55): How worker-to-worker organizing might be the best path forward against oligarchy (18:45): The story of Morrisha Jones and the importance of leverage (22:15): Why full employment in the economy should be a progressive priority (27:55): The obstacles that appear after a union's been formed, but before a contract's been reached (36:24): How "vibes" and culture play a role in building a movement (43:00): How unions can flourish beyond a manufacturing economy, and how the country's structure has changed since the 1930s (47:20): The impact of suburbanization on labor power (01:01:33): The connection between social justice movements and broader organizing (01:19:32): How Europe's move to the right, despite its union density, speaks to the future of the US (01:28:04): Tactical next steps and resources Transcripts, show notes, resources, and credits will be available within a week at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://moneywithkatie.com/workplace-unions. — Money with Katie's mission is to be the intersection where the economic, cultural, and political meet the tactical, practical, personal finance education everyone needs. Get your copy of Rich Girl Nation:⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://moneywithkatie.com/rich-girl-nation⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

SCRIPTURE- Deuteronomy 6:5"You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might."REFLECTION- JeffMUSIC- "In Search of Love" Instrumental- "The Queen Stands at Your Right Hand" (Psalm 45) by Francesca LaRosa- "Praise to the Lord, the Almighty" InstrumentalNOTES-PRAYER OF LETTING GOTo You do I belong, O God, into Your hands I surrender my life. Pour out Your Spirit upon me that I may love You perfectly, and serve You faithfully until my soul rests in You.

SCRIPTURE- Hebrews 11:11"By faith [Abraham] received power to generate, even though he was past the normal age—and Sarah herself was sterile—for he thought that the one who had made the promise was trustworthy."REFLECTION- Fr. JasonMUSIC- "Where is Love" Instrumental- "The Mystery and the Glory" InstrumentalNOTES-PRAYER OF LETTING GOTo You do I belong, O God, into Your hands I surrender my life. Pour out Your Spirit upon me that I may love You perfectly, and serve You faithfully until my soul rests in You.