Podcast appearances and mentions of Jack Parr

Jay and Mark discuss the 2024 shark thriller The Last Breath. Directed by Joachim Hedén, and starring Kim Spearman, Jack Parr, Julian Sands and several hungry sharks, The Last Breath is a solid straight-to-streaming movie that's worth a watch. In this episode, they also talk about basic cocktails, shark kebabs, underwater surgery, and decoy booze. Enjoy!

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 ©

'james bond' [Instrumentals For A Higher Purpose, Collection I- 'better off dead.' - track 8] Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū I heard Robin Williams was here. Very briefly, yes. How did you do that? TINA FEY Do me next! lol. (That's not how this works.) (lol.) Season 9! Closer Notes: LEGENDS- ENTER THR MULTIVERSE: LEGENDS The real Jimmy Fallon and the Actual Billie Ellish are trapped inside of each others bodies, along with their ascended counterparts, ancient alien mystics who, in search for a “missing link” extraterrestrial from a long forgotten cosmos, must search for Dammit, how am I supposed to write that. FUCK! I told you he was a magician! —I TOLD you don't fuck with that guy! I told you! Fuuuuuck! FUCK. FUHCK. Man, we're fucked. We're so fucked. Who's body is this? Ah, wait. Fuck. Dammit… Ughh. Ugghhhhh. Jim, could I see you for a moment. Oh wait a second [The Tonight Show, Starring Jimmy Fallon] Oh— Jim. Is that who I am? I Uh… I guess—? I'm Jimmy Fallon? …Sometimes. Yeah. I'm Jimmy Fallon! As far as I know. We still have to figure out how this happened , [Liz] How did you not know who I was?! We've met like 6 times! I've met everyone 6 times! I'm mad famous! I'm a genius! I'm a genius… I fucking hate my life. I want to die. Ooh. Could have been anything. Whose body is THIS? Just get in. Just get in. I—don't want to. Oh, a body's about to open up. I gotta go. —you're leaving now?! Yeah, I gotta call you back. This last minute?! It's like a budget-fare-hopper thing. But *click* lol I love how these aliens are using like —like old times telephones. You should see their existence. It's wild. Why even use telephones as telepaths. They're like relics. I promise, I did not mean to hurt you. —I promise, I hurt myself worse. For the record, that little old Englishman that lives inside of (Everyone) —is something wrong with you. A lot. This body used to belong to “Tha Supacree?!” I LOVE that show. What “show” —tis a show. It's a show on my home planet… And what planet is this? You will never know. [Unfamous] Ugh. Now the magical negroes thing makes sense. Have you seen the president of peacock? Have you seen the president of my balls? Have you seen the president? What? For real. She's missing. Are you serio— Yes. You're secret service! I'm just as disappointed as you are. You're so fired. I'm pretty sure only the president can do that. THATS why they sent you. That's it, yes! TO BREAK MY HEART? Cause it sings… “CAUSE IT SINGS?!” —it's supposed to… Look, f-[censored] Jesus Christ. The only thing. you're gonna get from breaking my heart—is [COMPLETELY INCOHERENT SCREAMO EMO ROCK MUSIC.] lol I think I got my written WALKEN impression down. —ACES. What? I got— Goddammit. Four—Aces. Goddammit!! Dammit! Who let him in?! It's multidimensional poker. Nobody “let” him in. —I just— He just VOILA! Appears. Dammit. “Voila.” Huh. I wrote that ages ago, Do you remember what it was about? No. Doesn't matter anyway, we're not gonna find it in here. Let's keep moving. — Supacree? No. I'm not supacree. The THIS IS THE BEST SHIW EVER. I know, I love it. We have to find the original supacree! We must! You are the supacree The supacree —no. I'm not. But this body. Yeah— I drove around in that body for a little while Cause I had to But that dimension ain't right The whole world's gone wrong Everyone's coughing, people are robots— I got punched. —I saw that. I love your show. Not my show. I'm not supacree. But you are!! But I'm not. Maybe I was, once— But, that was at least two suicides ago! WHAT. Two suicides ago?! Fuck this, imm out. I thought you were obsessed with me. No, Jimmy Fallon. I am you. And guess what; I'm the part of you, that hates myself, so. The part that doesn't exist. Oh. It exists. That's how we got here. That's how we all got here. We're all geniuses; That is the singularity. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME— Hey! She's got a good arm. That's cause it's What the FUCK. Get AOUT. “Jack-Jack” Parr is a multidimensional poly form shapeshifter. That doesn't seem like a coincidence, Disney, I'm just saying. “Book III: Puzzle Pieces” AGH, I— HURT. woah, okay. No. If you ever actually ugly cry like that I'll kill you. [very ugly cry] (Eagerly seeking approval) —it's funny cause it's just acting, right? I—yeah—but, Jesus Christ… GOD If he actually ever ugly cries like that, I'll shoot him. [super-duper-very-ugly-cry] GOOGLE Oh my GOD. SHUT UP! [Shoots Jimmy Fallon *without looking up from cooking.] DAMN, GOD. —I hate that. Oh, Damn. So that's how that happened. Damn, God. That was cold. Don't worry. He'll be back. Damn. He'll always be back. MEANWHILE, on 30 ROCK in the actual multidimensional, …Hornburger…! Damn. So wait. Every since the fourth wall broke… YO, YO. Oh, hey, Seth. what in the [bleeeeeeep] is THIS? This is my attorney. Damn, even she's hot… I'm suing you: I'm honored. Where's Jason Sudakis? THAT'S RIGHT. Ah shit. I don't think about whips so much as chains I tried to change, But everyone hates me. I hope it rains for the rest of the semester— Talking only brings on motorcycles, Slamming doors, And awful robots. I've got nothing for my son besides these songs. Someone should just start a war on poverty. I've got palms and novels, words galore— But no money— You can't hurt me Johnny Carson's on the mornings —and on varsity. I lettered in Letterman; I'll take Jack Parr, Against my better senses, Stick to Telivision, This isn't Steve Allen; I'm Steve Martin; (Sure you are, hon) Fallon's on the Dollar now; If Regan was an Actor, Then I guess— Your session timed out. Whatever. I want to die. [I'll wear a collar, now.] [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bittttzxxx I met a guy once, that told me Every time he came, He died. Every time he fucking came, He fucking died. “Alright, next lifetime.” Every single orgasm— Different lifetime. Every ejaculation— New fucking shit. Sometimes the bitch wasn't even the same. He would just cum, She turned into someone else. Oh no! I thought to myself like “Fuck that shit. I couldn't imagine that.” I couldn't even understand the concept— But as I would learn later the word “orgasm” does in fact mean “tiny death” Which is nuts. I started to wonder “Are all guys like that?” That would explain things. If they're all like that maybe that's why they seem to just— *poof* “All better now” Only from a woman's perspective it's more like— He turns into someone else. No, I'm still the same— Now he's over here like “I'm a king” I'm like “Really? Before you were just a cashier.” Hm. Look at that. I'm a cash register. lol. But then, I started thinking more about it— I've been celibate for a long time But sometimes I still— You know, Whatever. But I don't watch porn. I just think it all up— Just— Use my imagination. And after doing that for awhile, Like, for years, I started to ponder on this: With the age of OnlyFans and Snapchat and entire markets born from men needing something to look at to jack off too— And deciding I was against doing that for myself because, you know I didn't want the spiritual reciprocation of some dude collecting my photos and videos and jacking off to that shit. Like, even if I got paid for it— I'm going through all this spiritual shit , All this praying and meditation and I'm thinking “Like no, if someone's like, buying all my content I'm some how some way going to feel that spiritually.” “I'm going to have some kind of effect on my soul from that, and that's nonsense.” That's like selling your soul in a way— Like, yes, it's just photographs, It's just your body— But guess what. Your soul lives in your body! So— what! Someone's jacking off to a picture or video of you in exchange for money— That's a piece of you just — Out there, And you don't know who these guys are! They're just guys with money! Come to find out Every time he ejaculates to your photo or video, He goes into the next fucking life— And takes your picture with him. OH NOOOO. So I'm like, Fuck that. Let's just—- I don't need porn. I'll just make something up, Or like— Hey, I'll just-/ Fantasize a little bit. But then I realized, also— Like, That could be dangerous. What if I'm like— Doin-the-do— And someone from actual like real-life pops into my head. Uh oh! Then I was like, “Damn, what if. Like. Whenever I came, like, whatever or whoever I came-to, just like— Collapsed and shit” I'm like, “Ah—“ Some like supermodel from a magazine cover is like, Just fucking drops. Lol. Just falls out, somewhere. lol. Oh no! Now take like an outer look, You porn addicts. What if that happened to you? What if whoever the fuck you're jacking off to just— BLAM. Lol. Every time you cum— Whoever you're thinking about just— OH SHIT. Someone help him! Flat on their face. Oh no. What a world. Jesus. “Someone help him!”” Ahahaha. Now I have to be careful. I just make people up and hope to God there's no one on the planet that actually looks like that, who that might be. I just make dudes up, I'm like “I need a God” lol Create someone entirely just for this purpose, Who then just— OH SHIT. vanishes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] L E G E N D S //return negative energy to sender //return harmful energy to sender //reflect pain to sender >>banish demonic energy< -Ū. Coming Up Next… The Wonderful World of S Ū P A © R E E ™ Copyright 2024 The Complex Collective © | 2019 The Festival Project, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

'james bond' [Instrumentals For A Higher Purpose, Collection I- 'better off dead.' - track 8] Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū I heard Robin Williams was here. Very briefly, yes. How did you do that? TINA FEY Do me next! lol. (That's not how this works.) (lol.) Season 9! Closer Notes: LEGENDS- ENTER THR MULTIVERSE: LEGENDS The real Jimmy Fallon and the Actual Billie Ellish are trapped inside of each others bodies, along with their ascended counterparts, ancient alien mystics who, in search for a “missing link” extraterrestrial from a long forgotten cosmos, must search for Dammit, how am I supposed to write that. FUCK! I told you he was a magician! —I TOLD you don't fuck with that guy! I told you! Fuuuuuck! FUCK. FUHCK. Man, we're fucked. We're so fucked. Who's body is this? Ah, wait. Fuck. Dammit… Ughh. Ugghhhhh. Jim, could I see you for a moment. Oh wait a second [The Tonight Show, Starring Jimmy Fallon] Oh— Jim. Is that who I am? I Uh… I guess—? I'm Jimmy Fallon? …Sometimes. Yeah. I'm Jimmy Fallon! As far as I know. We still have to figure out how this happened , [Liz] How did you not know who I was?! We've met like 6 times! I've met everyone 6 times! I'm mad famous! I'm a genius! I'm a genius… I fucking hate my life. I want to die. Ooh. Could have been anything. Whose body is THIS? Just get in. Just get in. I—don't want to. Oh, a body's about to open up. I gotta go. —you're leaving now?! Yeah, I gotta call you back. This last minute?! It's like a budget-fare-hopper thing. But *click* lol I love how these aliens are using like —like old times telephones. You should see their existence. It's wild. Why even use telephones as telepaths. They're like relics. I promise, I did not mean to hurt you. —I promise, I hurt myself worse. For the record, that little old Englishman that lives inside of (Everyone) —is something wrong with you. A lot. This body used to belong to “Tha Supacree?!” I LOVE that show. What “show” —tis a show. It's a show on my home planet… And what planet is this? You will never know. [Unfamous] Ugh. Now the magical negroes thing makes sense. Have you seen the president of peacock? Have you seen the president of my balls? Have you seen the president? What? For real. She's missing. Are you serio— Yes. You're secret service! I'm just as disappointed as you are. You're so fired. I'm pretty sure only the president can do that. THATS why they sent you. That's it, yes! TO BREAK MY HEART? Cause it sings… “CAUSE IT SINGS?!” —it's supposed to… Look, f-[censored] Jesus Christ. The only thing. you're gonna get from breaking my heart—is [COMPLETELY INCOHERENT SCREAMO EMO ROCK MUSIC.] lol I think I got my written WALKEN impression down. —ACES. What? I got— Goddammit. Four—Aces. Goddammit!! Dammit! Who let him in?! It's multidimensional poker. Nobody “let” him in. —I just— He just VOILA! Appears. Dammit. “Voila.” Huh. I wrote that ages ago, Do you remember what it was about? No. Doesn't matter anyway, we're not gonna find it in here. Let's keep moving. — Supacree? No. I'm not supacree. The THIS IS THE BEST SHIW EVER. I know, I love it. We have to find the original supacree! We must! You are the supacree The supacree —no. I'm not. But this body. Yeah— I drove around in that body for a little while Cause I had to But that dimension ain't right The whole world's gone wrong Everyone's coughing, people are robots— I got punched. —I saw that. I love your show. Not my show. I'm not supacree. But you are!! But I'm not. Maybe I was, once— But, that was at least two suicides ago! WHAT. Two suicides ago?! Fuck this, imm out. I thought you were obsessed with me. No, Jimmy Fallon. I am you. And guess what; I'm the part of you, that hates myself, so. The part that doesn't exist. Oh. It exists. That's how we got here. That's how we all got here. We're all geniuses; That is the singularity. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME— Hey! She's got a good arm. That's cause it's What the FUCK. Get AOUT. “Jack-Jack” Parr is a multidimensional poly form shapeshifter. That doesn't seem like a coincidence, Disney, I'm just saying. “Book III: Puzzle Pieces” AGH, I— HURT. woah, okay. No. If you ever actually ugly cry like that I'll kill you. [very ugly cry] (Eagerly seeking approval) —it's funny cause it's just acting, right? I—yeah—but, Jesus Christ… GOD If he actually ever ugly cries like that, I'll shoot him. [super-duper-very-ugly-cry] GOOGLE Oh my GOD. SHUT UP! [Shoots Jimmy Fallon *without looking up from cooking.] DAMN, GOD. —I hate that. Oh, Damn. So that's how that happened. Damn, God. That was cold. Don't worry. He'll be back. Damn. He'll always be back. MEANWHILE, on 30 ROCK in the actual multidimensional, …Hornburger…! Damn. So wait. Every since the fourth wall broke… YO, YO. Oh, hey, Seth. what in the [bleeeeeeep] is THIS? This is my attorney. Damn, even she's hot… I'm suing you: I'm honored. Where's Jason Sudakis? THAT'S RIGHT. Ah shit. I don't think about whips so much as chains I tried to change, But everyone hates me. I hope it rains for the rest of the semester— Talking only brings on motorcycles, Slamming doors, And awful robots. I've got nothing for my son besides these songs. Someone should just start a war on poverty. I've got palms and novels, words galore— But no money— You can't hurt me Johnny Carson's on the mornings —and on varsity. I lettered in Letterman; I'll take Jack Parr, Against my better senses, Stick to Telivision, This isn't Steve Allen; I'm Steve Martin; (Sure you are, hon) Fallon's on the Dollar now; If Regan was an Actor, Then I guess— Your session timed out. Whatever. I want to die. [I'll wear a collar, now.] [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bittttzxxx I met a guy once, that told me Every time he came, He died. Every time he fucking came, He fucking died. “Alright, next lifetime.” Every single orgasm— Different lifetime. Every ejaculation— New fucking shit. Sometimes the bitch wasn't even the same. He would just cum, She turned into someone else. Oh no! I thought to myself like “Fuck that shit. I couldn't imagine that.” I couldn't even understand the concept— But as I would learn later the word “orgasm” does in fact mean “tiny death” Which is nuts. I started to wonder “Are all guys like that?” That would explain things. If they're all like that maybe that's why they seem to just— *poof* “All better now” Only from a woman's perspective it's more like— He turns into someone else. No, I'm still the same— Now he's over here like “I'm a king” I'm like “Really? Before you were just a cashier.” Hm. Look at that. I'm a cash register. lol. But then, I started thinking more about it— I've been celibate for a long time But sometimes I still— You know, Whatever. But I don't watch porn. I just think it all up— Just— Use my imagination. And after doing that for awhile, Like, for years, I started to ponder on this: With the age of OnlyFans and Snapchat and entire markets born from men needing something to look at to jack off too— And deciding I was against doing that for myself because, you know I didn't want the spiritual reciprocation of some dude collecting my photos and videos and jacking off to that shit. Like, even if I got paid for it— I'm going through all this spiritual shit , All this praying and meditation and I'm thinking “Like no, if someone's like, buying all my content I'm some how some way going to feel that spiritually.” “I'm going to have some kind of effect on my soul from that, and that's nonsense.” That's like selling your soul in a way— Like, yes, it's just photographs, It's just your body— But guess what. Your soul lives in your body! So— what! Someone's jacking off to a picture or video of you in exchange for money— That's a piece of you just — Out there, And you don't know who these guys are! They're just guys with money! Come to find out Every time he ejaculates to your photo or video, He goes into the next fucking life— And takes your picture with him. OH NOOOO. So I'm like, Fuck that. Let's just—- I don't need porn. I'll just make something up, Or like— Hey, I'll just-/ Fantasize a little bit. But then I realized, also— Like, That could be dangerous. What if I'm like— Doin-the-do— And someone from actual like real-life pops into my head. Uh oh! Then I was like, “Damn, what if. Like. Whenever I came, like, whatever or whoever I came-to, just like— Collapsed and shit” I'm like, “Ah—“ Some like supermodel from a magazine cover is like, Just fucking drops. Lol. Just falls out, somewhere. lol. Oh no! Now take like an outer look, You porn addicts. What if that happened to you? What if whoever the fuck you're jacking off to just— BLAM. Lol. Every time you cum— Whoever you're thinking about just— OH SHIT. Someone help him! Flat on their face. Oh no. What a world. Jesus. “Someone help him!”” Ahahaha. Now I have to be careful. I just make people up and hope to God there's no one on the planet that actually looks like that, who that might be. I just make dudes up, I'm like “I need a God” lol Create someone entirely just for this purpose, Who then just— OH SHIT. vanishes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] L E G E N D S //return negative energy to sender //return harmful energy to sender //reflect pain to sender >>banish demonic energy< -Ū. Coming Up Next… The Wonderful World of S Ū P A © R E E ™ Copyright 2024 The Complex Collective © | 2019 The Festival Project, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

'james bond' [Instrumentals For A Higher Purpose, Collection I- 'better off dead.' - track 8] Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū I heard Robin Williams was here. Very briefly, yes. How did you do that? TINA FEY Do me next! lol. (That's not how this works.) (lol.) Season 9! Closer Notes: LEGENDS- ENTER THR MULTIVERSE: LEGENDS The real Jimmy Fallon and the Actual Billie Ellish are trapped inside of each others bodies, along with their ascended counterparts, ancient alien mystics who, in search for a “missing link” extraterrestrial from a long forgotten cosmos, must search for Dammit, how am I supposed to write that. FUCK! I told you he was a magician! —I TOLD you don't fuck with that guy! I told you! Fuuuuuck! FUCK. FUHCK. Man, we're fucked. We're so fucked. Who's body is this? Ah, wait. Fuck. Dammit… Ughh. Ugghhhhh. Jim, could I see you for a moment. Oh wait a second [The Tonight Show, Starring Jimmy Fallon] Oh— Jim. Is that who I am? I Uh… I guess—? I'm Jimmy Fallon? …Sometimes. Yeah. I'm Jimmy Fallon! As far as I know. We still have to figure out how this happened , [Liz] How did you not know who I was?! We've met like 6 times! I've met everyone 6 times! I'm mad famous! I'm a genius! I'm a genius… I fucking hate my life. I want to die. Ooh. Could have been anything. Whose body is THIS? Just get in. Just get in. I—don't want to. Oh, a body's about to open up. I gotta go. —you're leaving now?! Yeah, I gotta call you back. This last minute?! It's like a budget-fare-hopper thing. But *click* lol I love how these aliens are using like —like old times telephones. You should see their existence. It's wild. Why even use telephones as telepaths. They're like relics. I promise, I did not mean to hurt you. —I promise, I hurt myself worse. For the record, that little old Englishman that lives inside of (Everyone) —is something wrong with you. A lot. This body used to belong to “Tha Supacree?!” I LOVE that show. What “show” —tis a show. It's a show on my home planet… And what planet is this? You will never know. [Unfamous] Ugh. Now the magical negroes thing makes sense. Have you seen the president of peacock? Have you seen the president of my balls? Have you seen the president? What? For real. She's missing. Are you serio— Yes. You're secret service! I'm just as disappointed as you are. You're so fired. I'm pretty sure only the president can do that. THATS why they sent you. That's it, yes! TO BREAK MY HEART? Cause it sings… “CAUSE IT SINGS?!” —it's supposed to… Look, f-[censored] Jesus Christ. The only thing. you're gonna get from breaking my heart—is [COMPLETELY INCOHERENT SCREAMO EMO ROCK MUSIC.] lol I think I got my written WALKEN impression down. —ACES. What? I got— Goddammit. Four—Aces. Goddammit!! Dammit! Who let him in?! It's multidimensional poker. Nobody “let” him in. —I just— He just VOILA! Appears. Dammit. “Voila.” Huh. I wrote that ages ago, Do you remember what it was about? No. Doesn't matter anyway, we're not gonna find it in here. Let's keep moving. — Supacree? No. I'm not supacree. The THIS IS THE BEST SHIW EVER. I know, I love it. We have to find the original supacree! We must! You are the supacree The supacree —no. I'm not. But this body. Yeah— I drove around in that body for a little while Cause I had to But that dimension ain't right The whole world's gone wrong Everyone's coughing, people are robots— I got punched. —I saw that. I love your show. Not my show. I'm not supacree. But you are!! But I'm not. Maybe I was, once— But, that was at least two suicides ago! WHAT. Two suicides ago?! Fuck this, imm out. I thought you were obsessed with me. No, Jimmy Fallon. I am you. And guess what; I'm the part of you, that hates myself, so. The part that doesn't exist. Oh. It exists. That's how we got here. That's how we all got here. We're all geniuses; That is the singularity. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME— Hey! She's got a good arm. That's cause it's What the FUCK. Get AOUT. “Jack-Jack” Parr is a multidimensional poly form shapeshifter. That doesn't seem like a coincidence, Disney, I'm just saying. “Book III: Puzzle Pieces” AGH, I— HURT. woah, okay. No. If you ever actually ugly cry like that I'll kill you. [very ugly cry] (Eagerly seeking approval) —it's funny cause it's just acting, right? I—yeah—but, Jesus Christ… GOD If he actually ever ugly cries like that, I'll shoot him. [super-duper-very-ugly-cry] GOOGLE Oh my GOD. SHUT UP! [Shoots Jimmy Fallon *without looking up from cooking.] DAMN, GOD. —I hate that. Oh, Damn. So that's how that happened. Damn, God. That was cold. Don't worry. He'll be back. Damn. He'll always be back. MEANWHILE, on 30 ROCK in the actual multidimensional, …Hornburger…! Damn. So wait. Every since the fourth wall broke… YO, YO. Oh, hey, Seth. what in the [bleeeeeeep] is THIS? This is my attorney. Damn, even she's hot… I'm suing you: I'm honored. Where's Jason Sudakis? THAT'S RIGHT. Ah shit. I don't think about whips so much as chains I tried to change, But everyone hates me. I hope it rains for the rest of the semester— Talking only brings on motorcycles, Slamming doors, And awful robots. I've got nothing for my son besides these songs. Someone should just start a war on poverty. I've got palms and novels, words galore— But no money— You can't hurt me Johnny Carson's on the mornings —and on varsity. I lettered in Letterman; I'll take Jack Parr, Against my better senses, Stick to Telivision, This isn't Steve Allen; I'm Steve Martin; (Sure you are, hon) Fallon's on the Dollar now; If Regan was an Actor, Then I guess— Your session timed out. Whatever. I want to die. [I'll wear a collar, now.] [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bittttzxxx I met a guy once, that told me Every time he came, He died. Every time he fucking came, He fucking died. “Alright, next lifetime.” Every single orgasm— Different lifetime. Every ejaculation— New fucking shit. Sometimes the bitch wasn't even the same. He would just cum, She turned into someone else. Oh no! I thought to myself like “Fuck that shit. I couldn't imagine that.” I couldn't even understand the concept— But as I would learn later the word “orgasm” does in fact mean “tiny death” Which is nuts. I started to wonder “Are all guys like that?” That would explain things. If they're all like that maybe that's why they seem to just— *poof* “All better now” Only from a woman's perspective it's more like— He turns into someone else. No, I'm still the same— Now he's over here like “I'm a king” I'm like “Really? Before you were just a cashier.” Hm. Look at that. I'm a cash register. lol. But then, I started thinking more about it— I've been celibate for a long time But sometimes I still— You know, Whatever. But I don't watch porn. I just think it all up— Just— Use my imagination. And after doing that for awhile, Like, for years, I started to ponder on this: With the age of OnlyFans and Snapchat and entire markets born from men needing something to look at to jack off too— And deciding I was against doing that for myself because, you know I didn't want the spiritual reciprocation of some dude collecting my photos and videos and jacking off to that shit. Like, even if I got paid for it— I'm going through all this spiritual shit , All this praying and meditation and I'm thinking “Like no, if someone's like, buying all my content I'm some how some way going to feel that spiritually.” “I'm going to have some kind of effect on my soul from that, and that's nonsense.” That's like selling your soul in a way— Like, yes, it's just photographs, It's just your body— But guess what. Your soul lives in your body! So— what! Someone's jacking off to a picture or video of you in exchange for money— That's a piece of you just — Out there, And you don't know who these guys are! They're just guys with money! Come to find out Every time he ejaculates to your photo or video, He goes into the next fucking life— And takes your picture with him. OH NOOOO. So I'm like, Fuck that. Let's just—- I don't need porn. I'll just make something up, Or like— Hey, I'll just-/ Fantasize a little bit. But then I realized, also— Like, That could be dangerous. What if I'm like— Doin-the-do— And someone from actual like real-life pops into my head. Uh oh! Then I was like, “Damn, what if. Like. Whenever I came, like, whatever or whoever I came-to, just like— Collapsed and shit” I'm like, “Ah—“ Some like supermodel from a magazine cover is like, Just fucking drops. Lol. Just falls out, somewhere. lol. Oh no! Now take like an outer look, You porn addicts. What if that happened to you? What if whoever the fuck you're jacking off to just— BLAM. Lol. Every time you cum— Whoever you're thinking about just— OH SHIT. Someone help him! Flat on their face. Oh no. What a world. Jesus. “Someone help him!”” Ahahaha. Now I have to be careful. I just make people up and hope to God there's no one on the planet that actually looks like that, who that might be. I just make dudes up, I'm like “I need a God” lol Create someone entirely just for this purpose, Who then just— OH SHIT. vanishes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] L E G E N D S //return negative energy to sender //return harmful energy to sender //reflect pain to sender >>banish demonic energy< -Ū. Coming Up Next… The Wonderful World of S Ū P A © R E E ™ Copyright 2024 The Complex Collective © | 2019 The Festival Project, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

May 3-9, 1997 This week Ken welcomes comedian and man behind the comedy special "Harangue" (watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9qlvlgkiJs), Kevin Casey White. Ken and Kevin discuss being live in Mexico City, international waters, loving John Carpenter, Big Trouble in Little China, smokers coughs, homaging the Thing title car, growing up in St. Louis, Xena, loving Lucy Lawless, The Evil Dead, growing up without cable, The Nanny, twist endings, why TV Guide writers should avoid writing comedy, Rob Schneider, Men Behaving Badly, terrible US remakes of UK shows, Jack Parr, Conan O'Brien, Johnny Carson being a dick, YouTube Rabbit Holes, Ernie Kovacs, The Simpsons, the wonder of Saturday Morning cartoons, the rarity of demographic TV Blocks, comic books, X-Men '97, Batman, wanting video games that look like actual cartoons, The Mask, how cartoons can feel timeless, Waynehead, Freakazoid, Ricardo Montalban, what your favorite Ninja Turtle says about you, Tales from the Crypt, the Cryptkeeper hosting a kid's game show, revealing the existence of the "dirty" edits of TFTC, the history of HBO's original programming, Rosie O'Donnell's stand up, people coming out of the closet, SNICK, staying at your grandma's because she has cable, the turning point in Simpsons' history that IS "Homer's Enemy" the Frank Grimes episode, downbeat endings, smart writing, COPS, America's Most Wanted, the novelty of consumers having VHS Cameras, The Jeff Foxworthy Show, iconic child actors and confusing the world of Cuba Gooding Jr. 

The Squad celebrates Shark Week by holding their annual episode where we review one low budget shark movie (Ghost Shark) and one high budget shark movie (Under Paris). We also interview Director Joachim Hedén and Actors Kim Spearman & Jack Parr to discuss their new shark movie "The Last Breath" which is now available VOD. We also have shark themed trivia this week and much more! Contact us: thehorrorsquadpodcast@gmail.com Support the podcast and represent by buying some merch: https://www.teepublic.com/user/the-horror-squad-podcast Join our discord: https://discord.com/invite/TavJxZJd Important Dates: Our Hocus Pocus Event with cast! Oct 11-13 Salem MA Music provided by www.purple-planet.com

This week, we're coming with another 'TWO part' @EchoChamberFP https://www.instagram.com/echochamberfp/ edition, on top of everything else!!! Just four films, but 'Part ONE' has an animatronic horror from Blumhouse & Universal Pictures, then an underwater horror from Anamorphic Media, Filmgate Films, Metro Films, Orogen Entertainment, Signature Entertainment. Netflix has a new action adventure thanks to Thunder Road Films & Lady Spitfire. PLUS, we have a new drama via Peccadillo Pictures & Giant Pictures. In 'Part One' we have: Five Nights at Freddy's Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/lLDxsFaKxHE UK Theatrical Release Date: 25th October 2023 US Theatrical Release Date: 27th October 2023 US Digital Release Date: 5th March 2024 UK Digital Release Date: 21st June 2024 Director: Emma Tammi Cast: Josh Hutcherson, Wyatt Parker, Piper Rubio, Elizabeth Lail, Matthew Lillard, Mary Stuart Masterson, Kat Conner Sterling, David Lind, Christian Stokes, Joseph Poliquin, Grant Feely, Asher Colton Spence, David Huston Doty, Liam Hendrix, Jophielle Love, Tadasay Young, Michael P. Sullivan, Lucas Grant, Theodus Crane, Matthew Patrick, Cory Williams Running Time: 109 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/0VH9WCFV6XQ?si=ZJbV7hOyFRlthlO0 Website: Here. https://www.uphe.com/movies/five-nights-at-freddys ------------ Trigger Warning Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/ptE_0owpzfA Digital Release Date: 21st June 2024 Director: Mouly Surya Cast: Jessica Alba, Mark Webber, Anthony Michael Hall, Alejandro De Hoyos, Tone Bell, Jake Weary, Gabriel Basso, Kaiwi Lyman, Nadiv Molcho, Peter Monro, Stephanie Jones, James Cady, Jerry G. Angelo, David DeLao, Hari Dhillon Running Time: 106 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/MnHTLh6ruW0?si=gTy_Vrnz1PhSI7EI Website: Here. https://www.netflix.com/tudum/articles/trigger-warning-jessica-alba-release-date-photos-news ------------ The Mattachine Family Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/GVl5FVqPOQw 2023 Seattle International Film Festival: 12th May 2023 US Digital Release Date: 4th June 2024 UK Digital Release Date: 24th June 2024 Amazon Italy & Japan Digital Release Date: July 2024 Director: Andy Vallentine Cast: Nico Tortorella, Juan Pablo Di Pace, Jake Choi, Emily Hampshire, Cloie Wyatt Taylor, Heather Matarazzo, Carl Clemons-Hopkins, Annie Funke, Colleen Foy, Garrett Clayton, Jack Perry, Anny Elizabeth Rosario, Roze JC Zepeda, Olabisi Kovabel, Will Von Vogt, Anthony Lee Medina, Matthew Postlethwaite, Matthew Jacob Ocampo, Mateo Montez, Khalilah Joi, Jude Friedman, Alice Prime Running Time: 99 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/wwZoZIZWuJg?si=qtG4YcXSQWg4bSP1 ------------ The Last Breath Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/-pZYGyzEDwQ Digital Release Date: 1st July 2024 Blu-ray & DVD Release Date: 1st July 2024 Director: Joachim Hedén Cast: Julian Sands, Alexander Arnold, Jack Parr, Kim Spearman, Erin Mullen, Arlo Carter, Maxime Durand, William Erazo Fernández Credit: Anamorphic Media, Filmgate Films, Freebie Films, Picaro Films, Signature Entertainment Genre: Horror, Thriller Running Time: 96 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/IPq4x5PKqLE ---------------- *(Music) 'Da Joint' (Instrumental) by EPMD - 2020 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/eftv/message

2 + Hours of ComedyFirst a look at this day in History.Then The Jack Parr Show, originally broadcast June 22, 1947, 77 years ago, What Does a Movie Star Really think?  The Summer replacement for Jack Benny. What radio one hundred years ago would have sounded like...funny!Followed by The Halls of Ivy starring Gale Gordon and Edna Best, originally broadcast June 22, 1949, 75 years ago, Dr Halls Reappointment.  Will Dr. Hall be re-appointed the head of Ivy College?  The audition program.Then George Burns and Gracie Allen, originally broadcast June 22, 1943, 81 years ago, Love Potion. Gracie buys a love potion from Nigel Bollingbrook. Followed by Fibber McGee and Molly, originally broadcast June 22, 1936, 88 years ago, The Employment Agency.   Fibber and Molly are running an employment agency. Finally Claudia, originally broadcast June 22, 1948, 76 years ago, Meeting Dr. Taft.  Claudia visits the doctor, in preparation for the baby.Thanks to Richard for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamCivil defense info mentioned on the show can be found here: http://www.civildefensemuseum.com/docs.html

955.  This week, we're looking at the curious origins and histories behind common idioms and expressions that use "black," like "Black Friday," "black sheep," "in-the-black," and more. Then we switch gears to explore what happens when phonetic alphabets go delightfully rogue, like in comedy bits and songs.The Black Friday segment was written by Julia DiGeronimo, a recent graduate and a freelance writer from Northern New Jersey.| Jack Parr phonetic alphabet comedy skit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfLaY-R9kaU| Transcript: https://grammar-girl.simplecast.com/episodes/black-friday/transcript| Subscribe to the newsletter for regular updates.| Watch my LinkedIn Learning writing courses.| Peeve Wars card game. | Grammar Girl books. | HOST: Mignon Fogarty| VOICEMAIL: 833-214-GIRL (833-214-4475) or https://sayhi.chat/grammargirl| Grammar Girl is part of the Quick and Dirty Tips podcast network.Audio Engineer: Nathan SemesDirector of Podcast: Brannan GoetschiusAdvertising Operations Specialist: Morgan ChristiansonMarketing and Publicity Assistant: Davina TomlinDigital Operations Specialist: Holly Hutchings| Theme music by Catherine Rannus.| Grammar Girl Social Media Links: YouTube. TikTok. Facebook. Instagram. LinkedIn. Mastodon.

Dick Cavett is one of broadcasting and entertainment's living legends. Dick is an incredible talk show host and conversationalist of the highest level, as well as an author and writer, thought leader/provoker, mental health advocate, stand-up comedian, and entertainer. He was also master of the pommel-horse once upon a time. Dick and Mike have a lovely conversation that goes in all sorts of directions. Dick recounts writing for Jack Parr and Johnny Carson, and gives his early impressions of David Letterman, who actually wrote Cavett a letter asking for advice during his formative years. The conversation explores similarities the two giants in broadcasting have shared during their mammoth careers, and some of the people in common who were a part of their respective paths. Dick also has a chance to express his appreciation for Eddie Murphy. It's not everyday that we have a guest of such historical significance on The Letterman Podcast, and we are extremely grateful that Dick and his formidable wife Martha made the time and effort to come on the show. Special thanks to Steve and Lori for making the connection so this episode could happen. The Letterman Podcast is brought to you by Rupert Jee's Hello Deli. While you can, go to hello-deli.com to get all sorts of Late Show with David Letterman merchandise, and Rupert Jee gear as well. Seriously. Go there and buy something. Now. Also, please Subscribe, Like, Share, and say something nice about this podcast during every available opportunity you have. Especially family reunions. It will give you something to talk about. You're welcome.

Ep. 121 Best 4th of July Ever; Miles Connor in Nashville Welcome to this mid-summer episode of the Modern Moron.  I'm so excited to share the conversation I had with a young musician named Miles Connor.  He's currently a student at Belmont University in Nashville Tennessee and was born and raised in the Dallas Texas area.  H's e's a bit of an old soul in that he was brought up with a lot of classic rock artists from the 60's and 70's.  I believe his first instrument was the guitar but his father was and is an accomplished musician and toured professionally back in the day as a drummer.   I've been wanting to talk to Miles for YEARS, literally as I've heard over and over what an accomplished musician he was becoming and how affable and friendly his was.  Well, one of my fancy friends from my days in L.A. flew to Nashville for the 4th of July.  In fact, Julie Welch has been on this program before in one of our first episodes when we did a tribute to her parents, Ken and Mitzie Welch, who were Emmy Award winning music arrangers for the Carol Burnett show and I believe the Jack Parr show way back in the day.  Julie is also friends with a guy named Brad Paisley, who really is a household name if you ever play even a little country music in your household.  Brad performed in Nashville on the 4th of July and it was broadcast on CNN without political commentary.   Julie arranged for my guest Miles to meet her sister Gillian Welch, who has been nominated for multiple Grammy Awards over the years and winning a Grammy for Best Folk Album in 2021. THEN… she took Miles to the Paisley's home/music ranch(?) is that a thing? Where he got to not only meet Brad Paisley, but jam with him and talk music.  Brad went to the same college that Miles is currently attending.  He got to hang there the evening before the 4th with some more fancy people including SNL alum Kevin Nealon, who's a decent banjo player himself.  A couple of other names get dropped including Michael Hitchcock and Tim Bagley.  Now those two names may not seem like household names but if you saw either of them you'd say, “oh, I know that guy!”  Michael is probably most recognized for his role in Christopher Guest's “Best in Show” where he was paired with Parker Posy as a couple showing Weimaraners and they both wore braces.  See… you remember.  He also wrote and produced many episodes of the hit show Glee which ran from 2009 to 2015 and you can see him all over the place.  Tim Bagley is also a great character actor who's currently playing Brad Schraeder in the HBO hit “Somebody Somewhere”.  You'd also remember him on the show   “Monk” with Tony Shalub, Tim played Monk's neighbor Harold and of course “Larry” from Will & Grace… There I go down another rabbit hole… anyway, Both of these guys are hugely funny, Miles mentions them in his story, they are working ALL the time and are very dear to this old Moron as I knew them way back when I was in L.A. and they were… very, very young…. In case they ever hear this.  Very, very young when I first met them. Back to Miles and an additional reason I think you're going to love him is his knowledge of the history of rock and country.  Glen Campbell… was known for his guitar playing as well and Miles recalls what a great session player Glen Campbell was back in the day playing for music producer Phil Spector as well as playing and singing with the Beach Boys.  Brad Paisley is right up there in his guitar playing alongside Glen Campbell.  In fact, I'm including the link to a YouTube Video of some legendary guitar players having a session at the Fender Custom Shop playing the theme to Game of Thrones back when that show was insanely popular.  In that video are players like Tom Morello from Rage Against the Machine, Scott Ian from Anthrax, Nuno Bettencourt from Extreme and… Brad Paisley.  Now those first guys may not be number one on your Spotify list, but you have at least heard of those bands because of their longevity.  And their longevity is partially due to those outstanding musicians.  Okay, I'm off track again… So, Miles is going to tell us about his very, very exciting and fun 4th of July experience mixed in with some talk about music, guitars, steel pedal guitars and what it's like to be a young, very enthusiastic musician getting their career started.  This may be the first time you hear the name Miles Connor, but I bet it won't be the last… please enjoy… CLOSE - I told you you were going to love him.  To me, Miles has three key ingredients for success as an artist.  Vision, Drive and Focus.  He has the vision of what he wants to do, he's got lot's of drive and enthusiasm, and he's got the focus to stay on track and not get distracted by… things… or people… like… girls.  College girls.  Okay, he's doomed.  But there's nothing like a college breakup to fuel a few good songs!  See?  There's material everywhere!  Thank you so much to Miles Connor… remember that name America… and to Miles' mom and Dad, Allison and Court for giving us such a great kid!  Don't forget to like and subscribe and forward this to someone you think would enjoy it.   We're going to leave you with a live recording of Miles last year in his audition for the Dallas International Guitar Festival 10 under 20 contest, which I'm guessing is the 10 best guitarists under 20 in Dallas.  He auditions with Voodoo Child.  I have a history with this song in that I'm always late to discover things like the Hendrix version of Voodoo Chile … no “d”... which I didn't discover until 20 years after it was released in 1968 on the Electric Ladyland Album.  I was working blowing up balloons for radio station KLSX in Los Angeles and I was mesmerized by the playing and the lyrics… and it was my favorite Hendrix song: “if I don't meet you no more in this world Then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one Now don't be late, don't be late.” A couple years later I was an actual disc jockey, when people listened to the radio instead of an app for music, at a station in Santa Barbara and I really liked this “new” guy… new to me named Stevie Ray Vaughn and I see Voodoo Child on his album “Couldn't Stand the Weather” and I thought, “oh no, Stevie… I love your playing but some things should be left untouched.  Don't try to top Jimi, just leave it.”  And then I played it.  And I was humbled.  Big time.  Between Stevie Ray Vaughn's Voodoo Child (a slight return) and his equally hypnotizing jazz soaked “Riviera Paradise” I was fully into the kool-aid of Stevie Ray Vaughan.  And now, here is another guitarist who can pull off the Hendrix as well… Miles Connor.  We will definitely see you again in this world and thank you for listening to The Modern Moron. The Game Of Thrones Theme Song | Fender Custom Shop | Fender  Brad Paisley DJ Duel/Hot For Teacher - YouTube   Dave Rawlings Machine - John Paul Jones- Going to California (Live at Georgia Theatre) - YouTube   Voodoo Child- Miles Connor Blues Band - YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmjtZBIxQxA - Inner Western Nights - Steelin' Hearts - YouTube 

Today Conor hosted Jack Parr, owner of Macrotrition. Macrotrition is a sit-in restaurant and meal prep service which brings high-quality and tasty foods on offer to its customers which are catered to their individual calorie and macro goals .Jack shared with us his journey to starting the business, where he plans to take it as well as sharing his thoughts and opinions about nutrition in general.

People, @EchoChamberFP https://www.instagram.com/echochamberfp/ is back for another episode!!! Our first film this week is from Saints and Savages who have a British gangster flick coming. Then Paramount Pictures & Miramax @miramax bring a beloved investigative reporter back to the screen. AND, we end on A24 adaptation of a 2012 play of the same name. Today we have: Hitmen Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/KAIDyMI-bdc Brooklyn Horror Film Festival: 16th October 2022 Theatrical Release Date: 5th June 2023 Digital Release Date: Director: Savvas D Michael Cast: Daniel Caltagirone, Lois Brabin-Platt, Eric Roberts, Ronan Summers, Max Lohan, Adam Deacon, Georges St-Pierre, Lucas Aurelio, Summer Zamiska, Chelsea Leigh Macleod, Mei Bignall, Ivana Radjenovic, Tony Fadil, Elijah Rowen, Bentley Kalu, Jack Parr, Marco Leonardi, Vas Blackwood, Jenny Miller, Charlie Rawes, Jan Anderson Credit: Bee Holder Productions, Saints and Savages, Kaleidoscope Home Entertainment Genre: Action Running Time: 109 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/SxEDtD13zM0 Website: Here. https://kaleidoscopehomeentertainment.com/movie/hitmen/ Buy DVD & via Prime Video UK: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hitmen-DVD-Eric-Roberts/dp/B0BVWP3198/ ------------ Confess, Fletch Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/K0tyQVnskk0 Theatrical Release Date: 16th September 2022 Digital Release Date: 26th May 2023 Director: Greg Mottola Cast: Jon Hamm, Roy Wood Jr, Ayden Mayeri, Lorenza Izzo, Kyle MacLachlan, Annie Mumolo, John Behlmann, John Slattery, Lucy Punch, Marcia Gay Harden, Erica McDermott, Eugene Mirman, Kenneth Kimmins, Robert Picardo Credit: Miramax, Paramount Pictures Genre: Comedy, Crime Running Time: 98 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/GuacEBBVxXQ Website: Here. https://www.miramax.com/movie/confess-fletch/ Watch via Now TV: Here. https://www.nowtv.com/gb/mytv/watchlist/asset/confess-fletch-2023/A5EK6sKrAaydHzGrTpjqy Watch via Prime Video: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Confess-Fletch-Jon-Hamm/dp/B0B8TJ7NY9 Watch via Prime Video UK: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Confess-Fletch-Greg-Mottola/dp/B0C54D6WZW/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2WJT6H29F47ZF&keywords=confess+fletch&qid=1685405426&s=instant-video&sprefix=Confess%2C+%2Cinstant-video%2C68&sr=1-2 ------------ The Whale Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/Y6D-lrzEgTw 79th Venice International Film Festival: 4th September 2022 Theatrical Release Date: 21st December 2022 Digital Release Date: 26th May 2023 Director: Darren Aronofsky Cast: Brendan Fraser, Sadie Sink, Hong Chau, Ty Simpkins, Samantha Morton, Jacey Sink, Sathya Sridharan Credit: Protozoa Pictures, A24 Genre: Drama Running Time: 117 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/D30r0CwtIKc Website: Here. https://a24films.com/films/the-whale#watch-now Watch via Apple TV+: Here. https://tv.apple.com/us/movie/the-whale/umc.cmc.46ybr1t59uemfrzagl4afhwfs Watch via Prime Video: Here. https://www.amazon.com/Whale-Brendan-Fraser/dp/B0B643F731/ Watch via Prime Video UK: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/video/detail/B0B8LQ879J/ref=atv_hm_hom_c_Rml3qK_16_1 Twitter: @TheWhaleMov https://twitter.com/thewhalemov/ Facebook: Here. https://www.facebook.com/thewhalemov Instagram: @thewhalemov https://www.instagram.com/thewhalemov/ ------------ *(Music) 'Sultans of Swing' by Dire Straits - 1978 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/eftv/message

The Jack Parr Show, originally broadcast June 1, 1947, Dissappointment in the Shade. The first show of the series, a summer replacement series for Jack Benny. Guest Dennis Day does a comedy routine with Jack. An interview with the man who invented the pen that writes under water. The cast does a British version of "Duel In The Sun" titled, "Disappointment In The Shade." Also part 5 of the 5 part Yours Truly Johnny Dollar story, The Reasonable Doubt Matter, originally broadcast June 1, 1956. The pitched is pegged too late and the runner comes home, the score 1 to 0, favor death.Visit my web page - http://www.classicradio.streamWe receive no revenue from YouTube. If you enjoy our shows, listen via the links on our web page or if you're so inclined, Buy me a coffee! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wyattcoxelAHeard on almost 100 radio stations from coast to coast. Classic Radio Theater features great radio programs that warmed the hearts of millions for the better part of the 20th century. Host Wyatt Cox brings the best of radio classics back to life with both the passion of a long-time (as in more than half a century) fan and the heart of a forty-year newsman. But more than just “playing the hits”, Wyatt supplements the first hour of each day's show with historical information on the day and date in history including audio that takes you back to World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. FDR, Eisenhower, JFK, Reagan, Carter, Nixon, LBJ. It's a true slice of life from not just radio's past, but America's past.Wyatt produces 21 hours a week of freshly minted Classic Radio Theater presentations each week, and each day's broadcast is timely and entertaining!#Classic-Radio #Old-Time-Radio #Comedy #Jack-Parr #Crime #Yours-Truly-Johnny-Dollar

Just a single @EchoChamberFPhttps://www.instagram.com/echochamberfp/ this week. We have a new war film, and then a heist joint from Signature Entertainment. And also take a look at the new live action retelling on Disney+ Today we have: Wolves of War Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/GTuziM-0L7A Digital Release Date: 12th September 2022 DVD Release Date: 19th September 2022 Director: Giles Alderson Cast: Ed Westwick, Rupert Graves, Anastasia Martin, Matt Willis, Éva Magyar, Sam Gittins, Jack Parr, Jackson Bews, Jennifer Martin, Dan Richardson, Chris Rogers, Griffin Stevens, Tom Taplin, Sofia Iredale Credit: Signature Entertainment, Picture Perfect Genre: Action, Adventure, Drama, War Running Time: 86 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/PEnby0SfcVk Buy via iTunes: Here. https://itunes.apple.com/gb/movie/wolves-of-war/id1642004714 Buy DVD via Amazon: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolves-of-War-DVD/dp/B09S1TNGZV ------------ Pinocchio Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/xw__egtvZ7s Digital Release Date: 8th September 2022 Director: Robert Zemeckis Cast: Benjamin Evan Ainsworth, Tom Hanks, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Keegan-Michael Key, Cynthia Erivo, Giuseppe Battiston, Luke Evans, Himanshu Agarwal, Kyanne Lamaya, Jamie Demetriou, Angus Wright, Sheila Atim, Lewin Lloyd, Jaquita Ta'le, Lorraine Bracco Credit: Depth of Field, ImageMovers, Walt Disney Pictures, Disney+ Genre: Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Musical Running Time: 105 min Cert: PG Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/2vNVGZGlUok Watch via Disney+: Here. https://www.disneyplus.com/movies/pinocchio/5fzcpc295rQn ------------ Death Pursuit Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/LBJdeVpd1gQ Digital Release Date: 12th September 2022 DVD Release Date: 19th September 2022 Director: James Clayton Cast: James Clayton, Lina Lecompte, Vinnie Jones, Janvier Katabarwa, Glenn Ennis, Danny Mac, Cooper Bibaud, Gaston Morrison, Thomas Potter, Shaw Madson, Michael Mitton, Olivier Lunardi, Sean Kennedy, Shane Leydon, Lori Triolo, Philip Granger Credit: Signature Entertainment, IndustryWorks Studios, Play by Play Entertainment, Peacemaker Filmworks, RAW Camera Company, Greendale Productions, Grindstone Entertainment Group, Lionsgate Genre: Action, Adventure Running Time: 81 min Cert: 18 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/BqWv2yyopMM Buy via iTunes: Here. Buy DVD via Amazon: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Death-Pursuit-DVD/dp/B09LNR1ZD3 Website: Here. https://www.lionsgate.com/movies/bullet-proof ------------ *(Music) 'Ares' by Bloc Party - 2008 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/eftv/message

80s movies? Well, at least it's not more Jack Parr, Johnny Carson, and Andy Griffith references. You'd think Doug was IN his 80's the way he talks about "Classic TV." Nice Sponsors:Want to invest in the Nice Guys Podcast? Own your own little piece of it here- https://niceguysonbusiness.com/Invest You really need to check out Doug and Strickland's mastermind class on How to make money, grow your tribe, and build influence through podcasting. Check it out at www.turnkeypodcast.com/podcast Get your free E-Book 5 Ways to Make Money Podcasting at www.Turnkeypodcast.com/gift If you want to listen to a real podcast where you might actually learn something, check out Jared's "Up Your Average" podcast here- https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/up-your-average-in-business-and-life/id1527032988 Simplecast is the easiest way to set up your podcast hosting- Simplecast.com Zoom is the easiest way to schedule meetings and record your podcast interviews-Zoom.us Acuity is the easiest way to schedule your podcast interviews, meetings, and life.Acuityscheduling.com See how The Nice Guys want to make your life easier? You can thank us later. Reach The Nice Guys Here: Doug- @DJDoug Strickland- @NiceGuyonBiz Nice Important Links: Subscribe to the Podcast website: Niceguysonbusiness.com Book Doug and/or Strick as a speaker at your upcoming event. Doug's Amazon #1 Best selling book Nice Guys Finish First. Partner Links: Amazon.com: Click before buying anything. Help support the podcast. Acuity Scheduling: Stop wasting time going back and forth scheduling appointmentsSimply the best VO guy in the business- https://steveobrienvo.com/ TurnKey Podcast Productions Important Links:The Ultimate Podcast Launch Formula www.turnkeypodcast.com/ultimatelaunchformula FREE workshop on how to "Be A Great Guest."Free E-Book 5 Ways to Make Money Podcasting at www.Turnkeypodcast.com/gift No time to get to this, but you can read the blog here: 12 worries that every entrepreneur has Audio production by Turnkey Podcast Productions. You're the expert. Your podcast will prove it.

The Jack Paar Show, originally broadcast August 17, 1947, Little Known People Who Mean Absolutely Nothing. A lady tree surgeon. Who will be Jack's "winter replacement?" Perhaps guest Jack Benny will win the talent contest. Jack plays the violin. Also Part 5 of a 5 part Yours Truly Johnny Dollar story The Crystal Lake Cabin Matter, originally broadcast August 17, 1956. The conclusion of the story. A payoff with illegal tender...hot lead! Visit my web page - http://www.classicradio.streamWe receive no revenue from YouTube. If you enjoy our shows, listen via the links on our web page or if you're so inclined, Buy me a coffee! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wyattcoxelAHeard on almost 100 radio stations from coast to coast. Classic Radio Theater features great radio programs that warmed the hearts of millions for the better part of the 20th century. Host Wyatt Cox brings the best of radio classics back to life with both the passion of a long time (as in more than half a century) fan and the heart of a forty year news man. But more than just “playing the hits”, Wyatt supplements the first hour of each day's show with historical information on the day and date in history including audio that takes you back to World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. FDR, Eisenhower, JFK, Reagan, Carter, Nixon, LBJ. It's a true slice of life from not just radio's past, but America's past.Wyatt produces 21 hours a week of freshly minted Classic Radio Theater presentations each week, and each day's broadcast is timely and entertaining!

Join John, DanO, and the lady who refers to anal sex as "Vitamin D," Latina Turner, as they blabber about everything from Judy Garland, to wigs, to the camp classic film Valley of the Dolls.  It's a topic free-for-all!  Our Merch Store:    https://www.zazzle.com/store/homolicious https://www.zazzle.com/store/homolicious Gay Ken Doll - https://www.queerty.com/time-mattel-gay-ken-doll-freaked-everyone-else-freaked-20180408 Judy on What's My Line:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYLIL_Dpz0wJudy on Jack Parr:  https://youtu.be/j8MZiIa5Qyc  Judy Perfume:  https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-10904779/Judy-Garlands-daughters-launch-fragrance-celebrate-100th-birthday.html #queercomedy  #HomoLicious  #Queer  #Pride #gaypodcast  #LatinaTurner  #JudyGarland

We chat with Jack Parr about his experience using the Shadow Wind Clan (aka Kage Kaze Zoku/Ninjas) at the Grand Masters! We hope you enjoy.

Jack Parr, originally broadcast June 22, 1947, 74 years ago, What does a movie star really think? What radio one hundred years ago would have sounded like.

As the creator and first host of NBC's Tonight show, followed by Jack Parr, Johnny Carson, Jay Leno, Conan Obrien and Jimmy Fallon, Steve set the tone for foday's late night talk shows.  He invented the format and was hilarious to watch.   The author of over 50 best selling novels, we discuss his latest which is why he was coming to Roseville California for a book signing and to be on my show as a guest.   You'll hear his amazing wit and learn of his tragic end during this podcast.

Today in history: U.S. troops leave Vietnam. Jack Parr exits the Tonight Show. 'The King and I' opens on broadway. Swedish colonists settle in Delaware. Rosenbergs convicted.        

Only on the "CBS This Morning" podcast, legendary talk show host Dick Cavett discusses his new HBO documentary "Ali & Cavett: The Tale of the Tapes" with "CBS This Morning" co-host Anthony Mason. He shares how his unlikely friendship with former heavyweight champion Muhammad Ali developed. Cavett also tells Mason how he went from working the copy desk at Time magazine to getting a job working for Jack Parr.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Only on the "CBS This Morning" podcast, legendary talk show host Dick Cavett discusses his new HBO documentary "Ali & Cavett: The Tale of the Tapes" with "CBS This Morning" co-host Anthony Mason. He shares how his unlikely friendship with former heavyweight champion Muhammad Ali developed. Cavett also tells Mason how he went from working the copy desk at Time magazine to getting a job working for Jack Parr.

In this episode of When Life Gives You Parkinson’s, we explored the Parkinson’s legacy of Muhammad Ali. He was a boxer, a philanthropist, a Civil Rights leader, a dedicated Muslim and an advocate for Parkinson’s. In retracing the onset of Ali’s Parkinson’s disease, it is evident he was aware, his doctor was aware and the public was aware that something was happening even as his boxing career was continuing on. The slowness, rigidity, and slurred speech all can be traced back to the mid-70s. Ali’s physician and corner man Dr. Ferdie Pacheco noticed the champ was slipping neurologically in 1977 and resigned after Ali, his wife and trainers ignored his concerns of brain damage which he warned could lead to Parkinson’s. Looking back at Ali in the ring and on talk show interviews from that year through his diagnosis in 1984, you can hear his voice change and his movements slow down. This is how he described what it felt like to him on The Dick Cavett Show, “You see what you wanna do. I should really hit you. Right? And then, I throw one and it lands right there. I miss you. And you see punches coming and you can get away quick enough…” In an interview with the When Life Gives You Parkinson’s podcast, Muhammad Ali’s daughter Rasheda Ali Walsh, shares that the journey for diagnosis for her Dad was not much different from most. “I was told that a lot of doctors misdiagnosed him because he was so young and a lot of people thought he was just kind of remnants from the boxing career,” she said. Ali’s first symptom was a tremor in his thumb, he started to move slower and then after that his voice softened and speech began to slur. Rasheda says accepting the diagnosis also was not easy for her Dad, “My dad felt that everything happens for a reason and I know how cliche that may sound. But he was, of course, distraught when he was diagnosed.” Rasheda says he shied away from public speaking in the 80’s when his voice started to be impacted by the disease. “You know, his mouth was something that made him a lot of money and made him dynamic. And, you know, when he started to speak a little softer, he got a little insecure about speaking,” she said. Ali eventually accepted his diagnosis and his attitude went from insecure to realizing he need to grab a hold of it full force to see what he could do with it to help change the world. There is something comforting to hear about the struggles Muhammad Ali had in acknowledging initial symptoms, getting diagnosed, accepting the diagnosis, figuring out who to tell and when tell them, and even wrestling with the concept of when to stop working. These are issues and decisions we all share with “The Greatest.” Either Ali was cut down to be seen as human or we all have been lifted up and are doing a whole lot better than we think. Thank you for listening. Add your voice to the show and leave a message for us here; https://www.speakpipe.com/WhenLifeGivesYouParkinsons Follow me, Larry Gifford  Twitter: @ParkinsonsPod Facebook: Facebook.com/ParkinsonsPod Instagram: @parkinsonspod Follow Co-host and Producer Niki Reitmeyer Twitter: @Niki_Reitmayer If you want more information on the studies around pugilistic Parkinson’s you can find the information in the Journal of Neuropathology and Experimental Neurology through an article titled “Lewy Body Pathology and Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy Associated With Contact Sports Thank you to… NBC’s Tonight with Jack Parr  1963 BBC’s “Parkinson” with Michael Parkinson, 1978 BBC Documentary “One Punch Too Many” David Letterman, World Wide Pants 1984 Phil Donahue, Multimedia Inc., 1990 Diane Sawyer, ABC News NBC’s Today Show, NBC News, Matt Lauer and Savannah Guthrie HBO Sports, “Inside Sports” and Bryant Gumble   And thank you to our special guests:    Rasheda Ali Walsh – Rasheda is the Author of “I’ll hold your hand so you don’t fall,” It’s available on her website www.RashedaAli.net. She served as Honorary Chairperson for the Florida Coalition To Cure Parkinson’s Disease. She serves as Patron for the EPDA, the Muhammad Ali Parkinson’s Center at Barrow Neurological Institute, and serves as Advisory Board Member of BrainStorm Cell Therapeutics, a leading Biotech company.   Dave Clark, sports presenter on Sky Sports News   Our presenting partner is Parkinson Canada http://www.parkinson.ca/ The toll free hotline 1-800-565-3000 Or follow them on Twitter @ParkinsonCanada   Thanks also to our content and promotional partners Parkinson’s IQ + You– A free, series of Parkinson’s events from the Michael J. Fox Foundation Spotlight YOPD – The only Parkinson’s organization dedicated to raising awareness for Young Onset Parkinson’s disease and funds for the Cure Parkinson’s Trust.    Credits Dila Velazquez – Story Producer Rob Johnston – Sound Design  

A LOT is going on with us here at the Who Would Win? Cast. Chris' first child was born and Steve bought a house, but we are still here for you. In honor of the newest Who Would Winner, Steve and Chris pitch two babies in a Clash of the Cribs. Will Maggie Simpson's intelligence work against Jack-Jack's superpowers? Download and listen to see Who Would Win?! Link from the episode: Who Would Win? Summer TomatoMeter Contest Pixar's short "Jack-Jack Attack" Please follow us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @WhoWouldWinCast Click here to see Poll Results from all of our episodes Feel free to submit your ideas for future match-ups!

Talk show legend Dick Cavett returns to the show for a free-wheeling, no-holds-barred conversation! When we last spoke with Dick, in April 2016, Donald Trump was only running for president. Now, one year into the Trump presidency, Cavett weighs in on the state of our union. Plus, the always-witty host regales with stories about Jack Parr, Johnny Carson, Groucho Marx, Alfred Hitchcock, and more. It is a real treat to chat with him. PLUS: "Breaking News"; the resolution of Gary's supermarket situation; and Tony and Gary's everyday aggravations.

We remember "The Tonight Show" with Johnny Carson. He was the undisputed king of late-night TV, and he is very fondly remembered by millions of people. It is impossible to think of the number of individuals who would wind up their day by watching Johnny Carson as a nightly ritual. He started on the Tonight Show after Jack Parr left the show in 1962, and he was on the air for years thereafter until 1992. The first ten years of the show originated in New York, and the final 20 years were from Burbank, California. Many of us remember his final week of shows and the touching tribute by Bette Midler. The range of guests appearing on the Tonight Show during those years ran the gamut from comedians, actors, authors, and political figures. Carson's sidekicks Ed McMahon and Doc Severinsen are also well remembered. The banter and humor between them was always funny, and added much to the show. A lot of great memories are sure to be recalled. Our Retro-Commercial is a catchy jingle for the 1970 Chrysler. Live from Beautiful Downtown Burbank, it's Galaxy Moonbeam Night Site on the Galaxy Nostalgia Network!

Today Ken welcomes musician Brenda Bennett to the show. Ken and Brenda discuss Ken's house as a museum, New England, growing up with Country Music in the family, waltzing into a contract with CBS records, seeing the Beatles for the first time on the Jack Parr show, how television can be more powerful than just hearing something, American Bandstand, loving songs but not artists, trying to get facetime with the family guitar, learning songwriting without learning music, Ozzie and Harriet, loving Ricky Nelson, Apollonia 6, Purple Rain, the abandoned Apollonia 6 mini-movie, Buck Henry, Sex Shooter, seeing live bands in Providence, Bonnie Raitt, Frank Zappa, King Crimson, living in London in the late 80s, recording in the Dave Clark Five studios, The Boston Tea Party, the Velvet Underground, the night James Brown saved Boston, seeing George Harrison, Paul McCartney asking your opinion on scents, absorbing accents, backpacking through Europe, Ken Lyon & The Tombstone Blues Band, Electric Lady Studios, Mott the Hoople, touring with Queen on their first US tour, the early days of music video, concert lighting, Boston, touring with Prince as his wardrobe mistress, Roy Bennett, Dirty Mind, having the voice of one of the Hookers, Vanity, the death of John Lennon, how sex sells, filming Prince for critiques, performing for 40,000 people in your underwear, Trashy Lingerie, being careful what you ask the Universe of, surprising Prince, being gifted with a voice, learning the politics of promotion, meeting Ricky Nelson, The Time, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Morris Day, Sheila E, loving historical dramas, a history of lace, acting, Falcon Crest, learning from the best, "17 Days", Manic Monday, John Palumbo, the power of coincidence, Tom Jones Kiss, Mavis Staples, Holly Knight, Brenda's first solo record A Capella, Dee Harris and Fashion, taking time off to be a mother, having your kid discover your past via VH1, the martial arts, zen, reconnecting with Susan and surprising Prince in Boston.

Today Ken welcomes singer/songwriter/author/all around talent Marshall Crenshaw to the show. Ken and Marshall discuss how the third time is the charm, seaside music venues, Club Passim, Marshall's book "Hollywood Rock", The MTV age, the hub of hitchiking, That Thing You Do, La Bamba, Buddy Holly, the early 60s, The Adventures of Pete & Pete reunion, Beatlemania, SCTV, being surprised by Robert Gordon doing your song on your favorite show, The Merv Griffin Show, Wayland Flowers and Madame, The David Letterman Show, Detroit Rock and Soul, The MC5, The Stooges, Jackie WIlson, Jack Scott, scored due to failure, growing up in the anonymous suburbs, watching shocking amounts of television, getting a classic cinema education via TV, showing your children Citizen Kane, realizing that the Pee Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special is 30 Years old, Gilligan's Island vs. The Monkees, Jack Parr, Anglophilia, Steptoe & Son, Malcolm Muggeridge, The Beverly Hillbillies, the variety of true classic top 40, Solid Gold, no dancers but a Beach Boys' studio backing track, your children revisiting your work, Wild Guitar with Arch Hall Jr., Ray Dennis Stecklar, Psychotronic Video, Johnny Cash in Five Minutes to Live aka Door to Door Maniac, Jonathan Ross' Incredibly Strange Film Show, Night Flight, Catalina Caper with Little Richard, That Tennessee Beat, the power of documentaries, Hail Hail Rock n Roll, Let the Goodtimes Roll, MC5: A True Testimonial, Standing in the Shadows of Motown, The Blacklist, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Larry Wilmore, John Oliver, and talking to Dr. Licks.

November 2-8, 1963 In this episode recorded at Musso & Frank's the legendary Hollywood dining establishment, Ken welcomes former comedian and current author Klph Nesteroff to the show. Ken and Kliph discuss prime rib, butter levels, direct connections to old Hollywood, classic TV and showbiz knowledge, Kliph's origin story, Hee Haw songs, the backwoods of rural Canada, CTV vs. City Television, Hockey night in Canada, David Letterman, A&E as educational vehicle, Mad Magazine, Cracked overcompensation, Looney Tunes, local TV Guide, early Hollywood films, 70s film books, the early days of modern film critics and historians, My Favorite Martian, Ray Walston fighting Tony Randal, laugh tracks, the "tween-ification" of television, Punky Brewster, cartoons based on live action shows, Little Clowns of Happytown, the educational and protective power of basements, the best time for afros, "Spinner" Spencer's father's gun totin' channel changer, not staying out of trouble, Degrassi, Nickelodeon, You Can't Do That On Television, Les Lye and Rich Little's magic, impressionists, John Voight's right wing politics, WFMU, press pass as passport to the US, Bullwinkle's bikini, Jay Ward, Youth Television (YTV), classic voice actors, King of Kensington, Corner Gas, Al Waxman, Twitch City, The Kids in the Hall, Smith & Smith Comedy Mill, Red Green Show, Lord Love a Duck, Check It Out, musical variety shows, Red Dwarf, the novels written by UK Comics, being a YouTube Baby, doing research without the internet, thrift store comedy records, getting a phone call from Steve Martin, the lost age of 40s-50s mafia controlled comedy, Hellzapoppin', 40s sketch comedy revues, The Steve Allen Show(s), TV Guide going off script, The Tonight Show, Seahunt, To Tell the Truth, Mr. Ed, laugh tracks of the dead, the "uh-oh" woman, Alan Young, the origins of Gilligan's Island, the internet showing the truth about old TV Legends, Game Show depravity, What's My Line, Henry Morgan vs. Harry Morgan, the innovations of the Superman Radio show, Kitty Carlisle, Art Clokey, Christian Jot, Talk About Typing, My Three Sons, Camera Goes to College, beatniks, Adam 12, The Jerry Lewis Theater, The Hollywood Palace, Red Skelton, how not being that great leads to success, marketing sleaze to teenagers, AIP, Bruce Derm's Lost Drive-In, Ernest Borgnine in McHale's Navy, Kurt Russel's Disney Mystery, Carl Ballantine, Hypnotist Records, Doug Henning, Ed McMahon, Philadelphia Regional Shows, Midget Wrestling, the World's Girls, Harlan Ellison's Glass Teat, regional TV Children's Shows multi tasking, Motown by way of Canada, Bert I. Gordon, B-Movie directors making great TV directors, the sliding start times of the Tonight Show, the 90s minute format, Jack Parr, and TV Bowling. 

Television and radio pioneer Jack Parr has been called the most imitated personality in broadcasting. He virtually created the late-night talk show format as the host of The Tonight Show , one of television's longest continuously running programs. The Washington Post said, "Jack Paar was genuine, and the footprints he left on the loony moonscape of television are enormous; they will be there forever." As the stars of stage and screen were rising around him, Paar was becoming an icon himself, on television sets in the homes of millions of Americans across the country. During the Golden Age of television, Paar was its golden boy, charming guests and viewers alike. From 1957 to 1962, Paar was the king of late-night television as host of The Tonight Show, which NBC eventually renamed The Jack Paar Show. He turned it from a typical variety format into something very different. With a rare combination of intelligence, irreverence and intuition, he invented a new genre of programming that would become ubiquitous to television. Paar helped launch the careers of such performers as Carol Burnett, Woody Allen and Liza Minnelli, but his guests weren't limited to the glitterati. He discussed religion with Billy Graham, visited Albert Schweitzer in Africa, and talked politics with Richard Nixon, all before the transfixed eyes of the American television audience.

"THE JACK PAAR SHOW" NBC â Sponsored by Lucky Strike Cigarettes. Sundays 7:00 - 7:30 pm Summer Replacement for the Jack Benny Show STARS: Jack Paar (The Tonight Show) ANNOUNCER: Hy Averback - MUSIC: Jerry Fielding's Orchestra - VOCALS: The Page Cavanaugh Trio, Trudy Erwin.Television and radio pioneer Jack Par has been called the most imitated personality in broadcasting. He virtually created the late-night talk show format as the host of The Tonight Show , one of television's longest continuously running programs. The Washington Post said, "Jack Paar was genuine, and the footprints he left on the loony moonscape of television are enormous; they will be there forever." As the stars of stage and screen were rising around him, Paar was becoming an icon himself, on television sets in the homes of millions of Americans across the country. During the Golden Age of television, Paar was its golden boy, charming guests and viewers alike. From 1957 to 1962, Paar was the king of late-night television as host of The Tonight Show, which NBC eventually renamed The Jack Paar Show. He turned it from a typical variety format into something very different. With a rare combination of intelligence, irreverence and intuition, he invented a new genre of programming that would become ubiquitous to television.Paar helped launch the careers of such performers as Carol Burnett, Woody Allen and Liza Minnelli, but his guests weren't limited to the glitterati. He discussed religion with Billy Graham, visited Albert Schweitzer in Africa, and talked politics with Richard Nixon, all before the transfixed eyes of the American television audience.