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1993 a été une grande année pour le hip-hop, la seconde année d'une période de cinq ans, sans doute la plus forte de l'histoire du hip-hop (1992-1996), une période qui nous a donné des sorties monumentales de plusieurs groupes et rappeurs solo ! C'est aussi une année qui voit le rap à mi-chemin entre l'indie et le mainstream pas encore tout à fait là. Erratum: contrairement à ce qui est dit dans l'épisode, Busta Rhymes a bien grandi à East Flatbush, BROOKLYN, et non de Jamaica Queens :p

The wedding is in Ocho Rios, Jamaica and not Jamaica Queens. It's in the country of Jamaica and not the neighborhood within NYC.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mi Gente! Feliz Lunes/Happy Monday! Welcome back to another episode of the It's Mi, Chelle Podcast ☺️ It's been a while!!! This week we are talking about choices the married life edition. La Comai hits us with what she thinks like she always does and she doesn't hold back. I have a show coming up on Friday September 20th at Vaughn's Venue in Jamaica Queens! Click link below for tickets information! https://www.eventbrite.com/e/comedy-night-at-vaughns-venue-tickets-1000330644887?aff=ebdsshinstagram&utm_share_source=Search_android Don't forget to subscribe to the It's Mi, Chelle Podcast wherever you stream your podcasts

This is your afternoon All Local Update on August 10, 2024 with Mary-Lynn Buckley. 

Wayne Cabot and Paul Murnane have the morning's top stories from the WCBS newsroom.

Too many of us get caught up in “symbolism over substance.” It's killing us, quietly. Join us as we continue to deconstruct, “Brainwashed: Challenging the Myth of Black Inferiority” by Tom Burrell. We are Kiva and Kahawia. This episode features music from Tommi Truthz. In Loving Memory of Demika Moore from Jamaica Queens, New York. Where is the call for justice when we are murdered by our own folks?! Visit AfroSoFly.com Become a Patron! https://www.patreon.com/afrosofly

Lost Boyz original member Spigg Nice home from a 20 year sentence for Bank Robbery "ATTEMPT" Talks, meeting Mr. Cheeks in highschool, the creation of The Lost Boyz, shootout in Green Acre's movie theater & E-Money Bagz alleged involvement ?, signing with Uptown records, meeting Bob Marley's family, hustling in Jamaica Queens, the reason behind they're signature dreadlocks , Bang em smurf and the true story behind Lost Boyz smash hit "Renee"

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Cheyne Gadson, was born in Brooklyn, New York. Raised in Jamaica Queens. Gadson grew up in the Mecca of basketball. Gadson was a late bloomer in the sport of basketball who began organized basketball in his senior year of high school at Jamaica High school in Queens NY. Gadson became an all-city nominated player in two years of high school basketball. Gadson then went on to play at Faith Christian academy which is a user grad school 99-00. Gadson then went on to Oklahoma State University from 2001-2003. Dont forget 2024 Primary School shoe drive that has already begun

Interview with Tianna DilligardTianna Dilligard discovered her talent for hair and beauty at an early age. Starting her journey in her cousin's salon, Tianna spent weekends washing hair, braiding, and honing her skills. By the time she was 16, she delved into the world of makeup, getting booked particularly for prom hair and makeup. Tianna's dedication to her craft has evolved into a mission to bring happiness and confidence to women. During her grandmother's time in a nursing home, Tianna found comfort in bringing joy to the other ladies by styling their hair and making them feel beautiful. Today, Tianna is a licensed hairstylist and a sought-after freelance session hair and makeup artist. Her portfolio includes work with high fashion models, renowned designers, and executives. Her clientele extends to pop singer Elvana Gyata, model Diandra Forrest, Mimi Tao, Chuck Collins, fashion brand AtelierN'Digo, and many more. Working in two salons, located in Jamaica Queens and Park Slope Brooklyn, Tianna welcomes clients of all ethnicities, hair textures, and styles. Committed to continuous growth, she stays dedicated to learning and evolving in the dynamic hair and makeup industry, driven by the desire to excel in her craft. Tianna Dilligard is on a mission to create stunning transformations one client at a time. On February 13, she takes center stage as the key hairstylist for the highly anticipated Laurence Basse New York Fashion Week show. Her team will showcase their expertise using hair tools from Nicky Clarke and styling products from Pure O Natural and ORS.Links: https://www.instagram.com/glitterdynsty_/News from TheTease.com:https://www.thetease.com/how-bob-recine-took-miley-cyrus-to-new-heights-with-nexxus-haircare/ https://www.thetease.com/beyonce-just-gave-us-all-a-first-look-at-her-upcoming-haircare-brand-cecred/ https://www.thetease.com/the-naha-2024-finalists-are-here/ More from TheTease:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/readthetease/ (readthetease)Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/volumeupbythetease/ (volumeupbythetease)Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kellyehlers/ / (KellyEhlers)Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/eljeffreycraig/ (eljeffreycraig)Web: https://www.thetease.com (TheTease.com)Email: VolumeUp@TheTease.comCredits: Volume Up is a Tease Media production. This episode was produced by Monica Hickey and Madeline Hickey. Brian Daly is our editor and audio engineer. Thank you to our creative team for putting together the graphics for this episode.Thank you to the team who helped create our theme song. Show them some love and check out their other work!Josh Landowski

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When the reverberations of conflict echo through our lives, it's voices like Nerdeen Kiswani that bring the stark human reality into focus. Nerdeen's unfiltered narrative captures the calamity faced by Palestinians, particularly in Gaza, providing an account that traverses beyond mere statistics to the personal toll of over 32,000 lives lost, including 11,000 children, since October 7th. Her passionate plea resonates deeply, urging us to look at the US's role in this tragedy through its provision of arms and funds, an action he deems complicit in genocide—a term affirmed by the International Court of Justice.( This is an Exclusive interview with Nerdeen Kiswani who leads the way in the fight to save Palestinians      Read more )This episode is far more than just a discussion; it's a conduit for the collective anguish and indignation of a people under siege. OG GOAT captures a testament to the Palestinian struggle, poignantly questioning the worth of his people's lives in the eyes of the world and condemning the apathy of powerful nations that stand idly by. As Nerdeen Kiswani shares the harrowing scenes of destruction and loss, she challenges each of us to not only bear witness but to act, to transform empathy into a force against the relentless tide of violence. Join us for a powerful testament to the resilience of the human spirit amidst the turmoil of war, and a conversation that demands we all take a hard look at the consequences of our inaction.What part of the Game is That?We want to hear from you, Introduce yourself the way you would like it aired, where your calling from State and City is fine as well as which Season, Podcast title and episode. Call the Studio at 212-718-0330 and leave your comments Call the studio to respond 212-718-0330Support the showWhat part of the game is that. August 2022WhatPartOfTheGameIsThat.com, Wpotgit.com

The Abyss Podcast - Issue 124: VEGA7 THE RONIN Our first ever LIVE IN STUDIO PODCAST! We have Vega7 The Ronin in studio, along with Lord Owen, in this very special episode. This conversation gets wild as we discuss West Coast Productions and the porn industry, Vega7 Gives flowers to Rappers and Producers in the Underground, The Origins of this Jamaica Queens born Emcee/Producer, and so much more! Editors Note: This is the first live in studio podcast that I (Karl) have done in over 3 years and there were numerous technical issues, like the wide camera dying after an hour, and several mic issues. I have worked incredibly hard at restoring the 5 mins that were missing at around the 2h11m mark. Our Amazing fans have never complained about audio quality before, but I mention all of this because we were giving high praise to Ty Farris, one of the illest in the game past or present, at this moment in the Pod, and it is too important to miss. DON'T SLEEP! TAP IN! Join our Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/theabysspodcast IG- @the_abyss_podcast @skitgod_lukeycage @thebonechurch @primojab EMAIL- cftheabysspodcast@gmail.com

Ever stopped to think about how your childhood influences have shaped your life? In this intriguing conversation with our guest, John Hayes, the President of Alta IT Services, (a part of Systems One), we explore the joy of family, gratitude, and the profound impact of our parents on our lives.  Unfortunately, John's father passed away on October 5th, and we are going to dedicate this episode to his father.    Rest in Peace, Mr. Jack Hayes.Born in Jamaica Queens, John was a former baseball player and coach, who was vulnerable and shared life lessons he learned on the field and how they apply to his family life. His experience as a parent, his enduring marriage of over 30 years, and the joy of his daughter getting her driver's permit are just a few highlights of the story. We touch on how the pandemic has challenged caregiving, the importance of providing children with secured independence, and how childhood influences can shape a person's approach to life.   Sports played a huge role in John's life as he would travel on the subway my himself to meet his father for NY Knicks games.  He continues to be a huge fan of the NY Giants and shared many great memories cheering them on with his father.John's love for cooking and his memorable experience at Bobby Flay's restaurant, made possible by the power of social media, adds a fantastic story to our conversation. We also talk about the importance of work-life balance, leadership, and well-being in the workplace. As we wrap up, John answers some fun lightning-round questions, revealing his dream vacation and who would star as him in a movie based on his life. Join us on this journey filled with personal stories, valuable life lessons, and heartwarming expressions of gratitude. You won't want to miss it.Lattitude Sitka Our sea adventures cover fishing, wildlife tours, beach excursions, scuba diving, snorkeling, paddleDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Please don't forget to leave us a review wherever you consume your podcasts! Please help us get more dads to listen weekly and become the ultimate leader of their homes!

The wedding is in Ocho Rios, Jamaica and not Jamaica Queens. It's in the country of Jamaica and not the neighborhood within NYC.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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“Always be on time—especially in New York.” The words rang around in my head like a lesson— a lesson I had learned in high school, coming from theatre. “If you're not 15 minutes early, you're late.” I regurgitated--something I honestly had stood by in all my years with it— my high school theatre teacher, Andy, probably my favorite teacher ever, if not a close second to my middle school English teacher, Mrs. Davis, or even a tie for first, since they came from different eras in my school years. Of course, my next favorite, Mr. Tucker, my middle school music teacher—a multi- instrumentalist and expert—some of the only happy blue eyes I had ever known— who had seen something musically gifted in me, and would at random pull me aside and stuck a new instrument in my hands, instructing me to play. I had enamored him with drums, playing out a copycat pattern by ear after watching it once, and seemed to continue to amaze him as I quickly repeated tunes or improvised on the guitar, bass, and clarinet—and though I had wanted to play in the drum line—with the cool kids who often bullied me, hoping desperate somehow to mix—he insisted that I take band, first playing saxophone, and then switching to trumpet, for my adaptability and ear for harmonies—I wanted of course to play first trumpet, but was assigned to the contrasting harmonies of second trumpet— also eventually joining the drum line, where of course I was still bullied and competed for the best-fitting harness, which would keep my Quads at waist level instead of around my hips—my body, then, now looking back, that of a stout young woman—I was maybe 5'2, with double -G breasts and no bavksidevworth mentioning-I was more wide than round at the rear with thugs, but no hips to accentuate—and though my body was strange for that of a middle school girl, leaving me miserable and disproportionate, compared to the white, frail and thin Mormon girls—and the long haired, pretty faced latinas— the only blac at school besides a couple of Mormon kids—who has a white mother, who had been abandoned by their obviously very black father at or near birth, as they were a couple grades apart—and besides actually knowing it, you wouldn't have known they were white at all. The girl, who was in my grade, might have been about 6ft tall by middle school, and her hair always disheveled and unkempt— which didn't seem to bother her white, Mormon friends—the popular girls who made my life miserable enough, and though she herself was for the most part neutral, her high status in the pecking order had been long established. The town was split into two by both class, which equated to race and religion—a Mormon establishment, the deeply rooted white and wealthy, conservative Mormons had huge houses on one side of the freeway—the lower-class, casino working Mexican immigrants and their l first generation children on the other side of the freeway; this was the place I had learned to hate myself the most, a foundation first implemented at home, and then fortified at school— where my skin was too dark, my hair was strange, though always well done— and my ill-fitting clothes, mostly boys clothes, as my mother had become impatient with attempting to find “cute” or pretty clothes, and the American obesity epidemic had not yet grown to the norm; plus sized clothes were expensive and hard to find—and so without being said, middle school was harder than it had to be for several reasons—but it was also the first place I had been called or considered a “genius”, at least musically. I had always excelled in academics, at least until middle school, where my life became dark and I first realized that my body was strange and unwanted. Fast forward to now, a 30-year-old loser sitting in the Manhattan glass office of a Sales professional and her counterpart, whose distaste in my apparel I could feel just sitting there— I quivered and became nervous, trying to hide my unmanicured nails between my crossed legs, however revealing instantaneously how vital they were to using body language, speaking with my hands and inwardly screaming “I'm poor, just look past this and hire me!” But it wasn't just my apparat that had more than likely cost me the job—though somewhere inside I still desperately hoped that they would see past my downfalls— I was desperate to stay at Equinox, and only had 20 days left in my reinstatement before the dues would set in—and the “free” month that I had been granted and had allowed me to access the club once more had not at all be “free” The elites had flaunted their ability to control everything remotely, through the use of cellular phones and satellites— which had spun me into a suicidal spiral at best for the last week, at least pushing through to get as much of a daily workout as possible— I had spent every possible waking moment at the club, writing, unloading the angst I had gathered in the brutality of homelessness, poverty, and blackness, summoning some way to land a DJ gig looking as classless ans haggard as I did. But they wouldn't look past my lateness— a whopping 37 minutes, and I blamed myself entirely, as I should have known that with both phones on and out of airplane mode in order to marinate, that I would be the center of a targeted attack. “Stay in the hood, nigger!!!l” The bus usually ran on time at the time of day when my meeting was, but of course didn't even show up at its scheduled time, and all though google had read that it had left on time, the family standing at the stop said that they had been there for at least 10 minutes, with no bus in sight. I had been up much earlier than usual, especially after a strange dream in which my ex husband taunted me; I hated seeing his face, hearing his voice, and being reminded of all the havoc he had caused on my psyche and sanity— I had spent the morning off, and in search of a case worker who could print me extra copies of my resume, which I had been asked to bring, but of course ignored by the time I actually arrived at the meeting— I ran downstairs to the locker rooms to use the bathroom, stashing my tattered backpack and decaying gym bag in a locker downstairs, along with my skateboard, before heading back upstairs and into the waiting area, which I was only in for a moment before a beautiful Asian woman greeted me, with immediate disappointment in her voice and a look of overall disapproval in her eyes.“Hi, CC…”, she said, almost pitifully. I stood up to greet her, shaking her hand “You're so late…” “Hi, Allison, I mirrored with self-doubt and disappointment—“I am so sorry” and I could feel it already that I was doomed. But I had always been doomed. Since leaving my now estranged ex, it had seemed that the curse he specificallytold me he had set onto my life was true “You know I control all demons” he had once said— and though I had argued, “I control my own demons”, he had snarled some smart ass remark in his cruel and evil tone, which still followed me in dreams, often taunting that he had someone new with him—someone better than me, and in the most recent dream, an Asian girl—but in the previous dream that he had haunted, a blue eyed blonde haired girl— and while in waking life I didn't care at all where he was, what he was doing, or who he was with, as long as he wasn't with my son—and even with my son, so long as whoever he was with was clean and happy, and loving towards my son —I didn't actually care at all. But the curse had other astonishing effects—the more my life would improve, the more drastic things would happen—those around me often becoming consumed with some sort of devil or demon themselves and eventually seeking to dismantle my well being, usually psychologically, often bringing up things from my own past without me having mentioned them—dead babies and other specific details from my past life, as If having been divulged to them from some sort of script. Then, there were the coughing people, who would surround me anywhere I went—and especially public places, but sometimes even in private, coming to the outside of my door, and standing there just coughing. Almost remnicent of the men who had been outside my window in Alaska, who had been screaming “Kill yourself! Just kill yourself!” And I wanted to—I thought about it all the time, dancing with the trains and praying for the bravery to leave behind the cursed, shattered world. But, with each passing day at Equinox, the suicidal thoughts had seemed to fade, although the gang stalking had not—there was a psychological game being played, and my dedication to Equinox made the perfect ploy to allow the attack to unfold. “Always Be On Time, Especially In New York.” I awoke the next morning with the words ringing in my head, alongside my own “FUCK NEW YORK. I HATE THIS PLACE.” And though I was in love with Manhattan, I had now been broken down into the disgusting and hood ridden ways of the people of Ozone Park, and the surrounding Jamaica Queens, materialistic and hypnotized, brainwashed, programmed slaves who had been bred to work, still poor but attempting to look rich, as if they ever could under their bad weaves and wigs, scrolling through social media on the way to and from their corporate slave owners, or to buy the goods of the even higher corporations—and it was all just “what you're supposed to do.” But I would rather die than do so, and had only applied at Equinox because I spent all my time there anyhow, and knew it would be easiest to sell something I actually believed in. But of course, I had been passed over the job, and wanted to die—in fact, it seemed I already was dead, in a way; My own hair and clothes in ruins, my body unloved, my mind shattered. There was no love here, just money and pain. The Equinox interview would be my last. I had failed the test of time and wouldn't even attempt another. I had fallen out of alignment: I was doomed to be trapped in the ghetto, with the hood rats and slaves, and in 20 days would gain be cast out of Equinox. But I wouldn't return to planet fitness, or LA fitness. Or any of the other, dirty packed gyms Queens had to offer. Even Blink, although owned by Equinox was riddled with high school children and always packed. Queens was only “diverse” in the blacks-and-browns, and the longer I stayedthere, the lower my vibration fell. Now I was off my path entirely, and though I had tried desperately to be on time, I just wasn't. It had cost me a job that started at 30K a year, plus commission I know I would have easily earned—now I had nothing, $5 to my name and with no one to blame but myself. “I hate myself, I hate my life.” It was too late to change. I was a 30 year old loser, and I migh as well have shown the Illuminati itself the very reasons why I was unfit to succeed at anything at all—Equinox especially, but also in music, or perhaps just life itself. I prayed for God to take me out of this hell, but it seemed my life was just some airy of cruel punishment altogether—a rotten busy no one would ever love, the inability to be on time— I felt the doors of opportunity just shut in my face. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“Always be on time—especially in New York.” The words rang around in my head like a lesson— a lesson I had learned in high school, coming from theatre. “If you're not 15 minutes early, you're late.” I regurgitated--something I honestly had stood by in all my years with it— my high school theatre teacher, Andy, probably my favorite teacher ever, if not a close second to my middle school English teacher, Mrs. Davis, or even a tie for first, since they came from different eras in my school years. Of course, my next favorite, Mr. Tucker, my middle school music teacher—a multi- instrumentalist and expert—some of the only happy blue eyes I had ever known— who had seen something musically gifted in me, and would at random pull me aside and stuck a new instrument in my hands, instructing me to play. I had enamored him with drums, playing out a copycat pattern by ear after watching it once, and seemed to continue to amaze him as I quickly repeated tunes or improvised on the guitar, bass, and clarinet—and though I had wanted to play in the drum line—with the cool kids who often bullied me, hoping desperate somehow to mix—he insisted that I take band, first playing saxophone, and then switching to trumpet, for my adaptability and ear for harmonies—I wanted of course to play first trumpet, but was assigned to the contrasting harmonies of second trumpet— also eventually joining the drum line, where of course I was still bullied and competed for the best-fitting harness, which would keep my Quads at waist level instead of around my hips—my body, then, now looking back, that of a stout young woman—I was maybe 5'2, with double -G breasts and no bavksidevworth mentioning-I was more wide than round at the rear with thugs, but no hips to accentuate—and though my body was strange for that of a middle school girl, leaving me miserable and disproportionate, compared to the white, frail and thin Mormon girls—and the long haired, pretty faced latinas— the only blac at school besides a couple of Mormon kids—who has a white mother, who had been abandoned by their obviously very black father at or near birth, as they were a couple grades apart—and besides actually knowing it, you wouldn't have known they were white at all. The girl, who was in my grade, might have been about 6ft tall by middle school, and her hair always disheveled and unkempt— which didn't seem to bother her white, Mormon friends—the popular girls who made my life miserable enough, and though she herself was for the most part neutral, her high status in the pecking order had been long established. The town was split into two by both class, which equated to race and religion—a Mormon establishment, the deeply rooted white and wealthy, conservative Mormons had huge houses on one side of the freeway—the lower-class, casino working Mexican immigrants and their l first generation children on the other side of the freeway; this was the place I had learned to hate myself the most, a foundation first implemented at home, and then fortified at school— where my skin was too dark, my hair was strange, though always well done— and my ill-fitting clothes, mostly boys clothes, as my mother had become impatient with attempting to find “cute” or pretty clothes, and the American obesity epidemic had not yet grown to the norm; plus sized clothes were expensive and hard to find—and so without being said, middle school was harder than it had to be for several reasons—but it was also the first place I had been called or considered a “genius”, at least musically. I had always excelled in academics, at least until middle school, where my life became dark and I first realized that my body was strange and unwanted. Fast forward to now, a 30-year-old loser sitting in the Manhattan glass office of a Sales professional and her counterpart, whose distaste in my apparel I could feel just sitting there— I quivered and became nervous, trying to hide my unmanicured nails between my crossed legs, however revealing instantaneously how vital they were to using body language, speaking with my hands and inwardly screaming “I'm poor, just look past this and hire me!” But it wasn't just my apparat that had more than likely cost me the job—though somewhere inside I still desperately hoped that they would see past my downfalls— I was desperate to stay at Equinox, and only had 20 days left in my reinstatement before the dues would set in—and the “free” month that I had been granted and had allowed me to access the club once more had not at all be “free” The elites had flaunted their ability to control everything remotely, through the use of cellular phones and satellites— which had spun me into a suicidal spiral at best for the last week, at least pushing through to get as much of a daily workout as possible— I had spent every possible waking moment at the club, writing, unloading the angst I had gathered in the brutality of homelessness, poverty, and blackness, summoning some way to land a DJ gig looking as classless ans haggard as I did. But they wouldn't look past my lateness— a whopping 37 minutes, and I blamed myself entirely, as I should have known that with both phones on and out of airplane mode in order to marinate, that I would be the center of a targeted attack. “Stay in the hood, nigger!!!l” The bus usually ran on time at the time of day when my meeting was, but of course didn't even show up at its scheduled time, and all though google had read that it had left on time, the family standing at the stop said that they had been there for at least 10 minutes, with no bus in sight. I had been up much earlier than usual, especially after a strange dream in which my ex husband taunted me; I hated seeing his face, hearing his voice, and being reminded of all the havoc he had caused on my psyche and sanity— I had spent the morning off, and in search of a case worker who could print me extra copies of my resume, which I had been asked to bring, but of course ignored by the time I actually arrived at the meeting— I ran downstairs to the locker rooms to use the bathroom, stashing my tattered backpack and decaying gym bag in a locker downstairs, along with my skateboard, before heading back upstairs and into the waiting area, which I was only in for a moment before a beautiful Asian woman greeted me, with immediate disappointment in her voice and a look of overall disapproval in her eyes.“Hi, CC…”, she said, almost pitifully. I stood up to greet her, shaking her hand “You're so late…” “Hi, Allison, I mirrored with self-doubt and disappointment—“I am so sorry” and I could feel it already that I was doomed. But I had always been doomed. Since leaving my now estranged ex, it had seemed that the curse he specificallytold me he had set onto my life was true “You know I control all demons” he had once said— and though I had argued, “I control my own demons”, he had snarled some smart ass remark in his cruel and evil tone, which still followed me in dreams, often taunting that he had someone new with him—someone better than me, and in the most recent dream, an Asian girl—but in the previous dream that he had haunted, a blue eyed blonde haired girl— and while in waking life I didn't care at all where he was, what he was doing, or who he was with, as long as he wasn't with my son—and even with my son, so long as whoever he was with was clean and happy, and loving towards my son —I didn't actually care at all. But the curse had other astonishing effects—the more my life would improve, the more drastic things would happen—those around me often becoming consumed with some sort of devil or demon themselves and eventually seeking to dismantle my well being, usually psychologically, often bringing up things from my own past without me having mentioned them—dead babies and other specific details from my past life, as If having been divulged to them from some sort of script. Then, there were the coughing people, who would surround me anywhere I went—and especially public places, but sometimes even in private, coming to the outside of my door, and standing there just coughing. Almost remnicent of the men who had been outside my window in Alaska, who had been screaming “Kill yourself! Just kill yourself!” And I wanted to—I thought about it all the time, dancing with the trains and praying for the bravery to leave behind the cursed, shattered world. But, with each passing day at Equinox, the suicidal thoughts had seemed to fade, although the gang stalking had not—there was a psychological game being played, and my dedication to Equinox made the perfect ploy to allow the attack to unfold. “Always Be On Time, Especially In New York.” I awoke the next morning with the words ringing in my head, alongside my own “FUCK NEW YORK. I HATE THIS PLACE.” And though I was in love with Manhattan, I had now been broken down into the disgusting and hood ridden ways of the people of Ozone Park, and the surrounding Jamaica Queens, materialistic and hypnotized, brainwashed, programmed slaves who had been bred to work, still poor but attempting to look rich, as if they ever could under their bad weaves and wigs, scrolling through social media on the way to and from their corporate slave owners, or to buy the goods of the even higher corporations—and it was all just “what you're supposed to do.” But I would rather die than do so, and had only applied at Equinox because I spent all my time there anyhow, and knew it would be easiest to sell something I actually believed in. But of course, I had been passed over the job, and wanted to die—in fact, it seemed I already was dead, in a way; My own hair and clothes in ruins, my body unloved, my mind shattered. There was no love here, just money and pain. The Equinox interview would be my last. I had failed the test of time and wouldn't even attempt another. I had fallen out of alignment: I was doomed to be trapped in the ghetto, with the hood rats and slaves, and in 20 days would gain be cast out of Equinox. But I wouldn't return to planet fitness, or LA fitness. Or any of the other, dirty packed gyms Queens had to offer. Even Blink, although owned by Equinox was riddled with high school children and always packed. Queens was only “diverse” in the blacks-and-browns, and the longer I stayedthere, the lower my vibration fell. Now I was off my path entirely, and though I had tried desperately to be on time, I just wasn't. It had cost me a job that started at 30K a year, plus commission I know I would have easily earned—now I had nothing, $5 to my name and with no one to blame but myself. “I hate myself, I hate my life.” It was too late to change. I was a 30 year old loser, and I migh as well have shown the Illuminati itself the very reasons why I was unfit to succeed at anything at all—Equinox especially, but also in music, or perhaps just life itself. I prayed for God to take me out of this hell, but it seemed my life was just some airy of cruel punishment altogether—a rotten busy no one would ever love, the inability to be on time— I felt the doors of opportunity just shut in my face. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“Always be on time—especially in New York.” The words rang around in my head like a lesson— a lesson I had learned in high school, coming from theatre. “If you're not 15 minutes early, you're late.” I regurgitated--something I honestly had stood by in all my years with it— my high school theatre teacher, Andy, probably my favorite teacher ever, if not a close second to my middle school English teacher, Mrs. Davis, or even a tie for first, since they came from different eras in my school years. Of course, my next favorite, Mr. Tucker, my middle school music teacher—a multi- instrumentalist and expert—some of the only happy blue eyes I had ever known— who had seen something musically gifted in me, and would at random pull me aside and stuck a new instrument in my hands, instructing me to play. I had enamored him with drums, playing out a copycat pattern by ear after watching it once, and seemed to continue to amaze him as I quickly repeated tunes or improvised on the guitar, bass, and clarinet—and though I had wanted to play in the drum line—with the cool kids who often bullied me, hoping desperate somehow to mix—he insisted that I take band, first playing saxophone, and then switching to trumpet, for my adaptability and ear for harmonies—I wanted of course to play first trumpet, but was assigned to the contrasting harmonies of second trumpet— also eventually joining the drum line, where of course I was still bullied and competed for the best-fitting harness, which would keep my Quads at waist level instead of around my hips—my body, then, now looking back, that of a stout young woman—I was maybe 5'2, with double -G breasts and no bavksidevworth mentioning-I was more wide than round at the rear with thugs, but no hips to accentuate—and though my body was strange for that of a middle school girl, leaving me miserable and disproportionate, compared to the white, frail and thin Mormon girls—and the long haired, pretty faced latinas— the only blac at school besides a couple of Mormon kids—who has a white mother, who had been abandoned by their obviously very black father at or near birth, as they were a couple grades apart—and besides actually knowing it, you wouldn't have known they were white at all. The girl, who was in my grade, might have been about 6ft tall by middle school, and her hair always disheveled and unkempt— which didn't seem to bother her white, Mormon friends—the popular girls who made my life miserable enough, and though she herself was for the most part neutral, her high status in the pecking order had been long established. The town was split into two by both class, which equated to race and religion—a Mormon establishment, the deeply rooted white and wealthy, conservative Mormons had huge houses on one side of the freeway—the lower-class, casino working Mexican immigrants and their l first generation children on the other side of the freeway; this was the place I had learned to hate myself the most, a foundation first implemented at home, and then fortified at school— where my skin was too dark, my hair was strange, though always well done— and my ill-fitting clothes, mostly boys clothes, as my mother had become impatient with attempting to find “cute” or pretty clothes, and the American obesity epidemic had not yet grown to the norm; plus sized clothes were expensive and hard to find—and so without being said, middle school was harder than it had to be for several reasons—but it was also the first place I had been called or considered a “genius”, at least musically. I had always excelled in academics, at least until middle school, where my life became dark and I first realized that my body was strange and unwanted. Fast forward to now, a 30-year-old loser sitting in the Manhattan glass office of a Sales professional and her counterpart, whose distaste in my apparel I could feel just sitting there— I quivered and became nervous, trying to hide my unmanicured nails between my crossed legs, however revealing instantaneously how vital they were to using body language, speaking with my hands and inwardly screaming “I'm poor, just look past this and hire me!” But it wasn't just my apparat that had more than likely cost me the job—though somewhere inside I still desperately hoped that they would see past my downfalls— I was desperate to stay at Equinox, and only had 20 days left in my reinstatement before the dues would set in—and the “free” month that I had been granted and had allowed me to access the club once more had not at all be “free” The elites had flaunted their ability to control everything remotely, through the use of cellular phones and satellites— which had spun me into a suicidal spiral at best for the last week, at least pushing through to get as much of a daily workout as possible— I had spent every possible waking moment at the club, writing, unloading the angst I had gathered in the brutality of homelessness, poverty, and blackness, summoning some way to land a DJ gig looking as classless ans haggard as I did. But they wouldn't look past my lateness— a whopping 37 minutes, and I blamed myself entirely, as I should have known that with both phones on and out of airplane mode in order to marinate, that I would be the center of a targeted attack. “Stay in the hood, nigger!!!l” The bus usually ran on time at the time of day when my meeting was, but of course didn't even show up at its scheduled time, and all though google had read that it had left on time, the family standing at the stop said that they had been there for at least 10 minutes, with no bus in sight. I had been up much earlier than usual, especially after a strange dream in which my ex husband taunted me; I hated seeing his face, hearing his voice, and being reminded of all the havoc he had caused on my psyche and sanity— I had spent the morning off, and in search of a case worker who could print me extra copies of my resume, which I had been asked to bring, but of course ignored by the time I actually arrived at the meeting— I ran downstairs to the locker rooms to use the bathroom, stashing my tattered backpack and decaying gym bag in a locker downstairs, along with my skateboard, before heading back upstairs and into the waiting area, which I was only in for a moment before a beautiful Asian woman greeted me, with immediate disappointment in her voice and a look of overall disapproval in her eyes.“Hi, CC…”, she said, almost pitifully. I stood up to greet her, shaking her hand “You're so late…” “Hi, Allison, I mirrored with self-doubt and disappointment—“I am so sorry” and I could feel it already that I was doomed. But I had always been doomed. Since leaving my now estranged ex, it had seemed that the curse he specificallytold me he had set onto my life was true “You know I control all demons” he had once said— and though I had argued, “I control my own demons”, he had snarled some smart ass remark in his cruel and evil tone, which still followed me in dreams, often taunting that he had someone new with him—someone better than me, and in the most recent dream, an Asian girl—but in the previous dream that he had haunted, a blue eyed blonde haired girl— and while in waking life I didn't care at all where he was, what he was doing, or who he was with, as long as he wasn't with my son—and even with my son, so long as whoever he was with was clean and happy, and loving towards my son —I didn't actually care at all. But the curse had other astonishing effects—the more my life would improve, the more drastic things would happen—those around me often becoming consumed with some sort of devil or demon themselves and eventually seeking to dismantle my well being, usually psychologically, often bringing up things from my own past without me having mentioned them—dead babies and other specific details from my past life, as If having been divulged to them from some sort of script. Then, there were the coughing people, who would surround me anywhere I went—and especially public places, but sometimes even in private, coming to the outside of my door, and standing there just coughing. Almost remnicent of the men who had been outside my window in Alaska, who had been screaming “Kill yourself! Just kill yourself!” And I wanted to—I thought about it all the time, dancing with the trains and praying for the bravery to leave behind the cursed, shattered world. But, with each passing day at Equinox, the suicidal thoughts had seemed to fade, although the gang stalking had not—there was a psychological game being played, and my dedication to Equinox made the perfect ploy to allow the attack to unfold. “Always Be On Time, Especially In New York.” I awoke the next morning with the words ringing in my head, alongside my own “FUCK NEW YORK. I HATE THIS PLACE.” And though I was in love with Manhattan, I had now been broken down into the disgusting and hood ridden ways of the people of Ozone Park, and the surrounding Jamaica Queens, materialistic and hypnotized, brainwashed, programmed slaves who had been bred to work, still poor but attempting to look rich, as if they ever could under their bad weaves and wigs, scrolling through social media on the way to and from their corporate slave owners, or to buy the goods of the even higher corporations—and it was all just “what you're supposed to do.” But I would rather die than do so, and had only applied at Equinox because I spent all my time there anyhow, and knew it would be easiest to sell something I actually believed in. But of course, I had been passed over the job, and wanted to die—in fact, it seemed I already was dead, in a way; My own hair and clothes in ruins, my body unloved, my mind shattered. There was no love here, just money and pain. The Equinox interview would be my last. I had failed the test of time and wouldn't even attempt another. I had fallen out of alignment: I was doomed to be trapped in the ghetto, with the hood rats and slaves, and in 20 days would gain be cast out of Equinox. But I wouldn't return to planet fitness, or LA fitness. Or any of the other, dirty packed gyms Queens had to offer. Even Blink, although owned by Equinox was riddled with high school children and always packed. Queens was only “diverse” in the blacks-and-browns, and the longer I stayedthere, the lower my vibration fell. Now I was off my path entirely, and though I had tried desperately to be on time, I just wasn't. It had cost me a job that started at 30K a year, plus commission I know I would have easily earned—now I had nothing, $5 to my name and with no one to blame but myself. “I hate myself, I hate my life.” It was too late to change. I was a 30 year old loser, and I migh as well have shown the Illuminati itself the very reasons why I was unfit to succeed at anything at all—Equinox especially, but also in music, or perhaps just life itself. I prayed for God to take me out of this hell, but it seemed my life was just some airy of cruel punishment altogether—a rotten busy no one would ever love, the inability to be on time— I felt the doors of opportunity just shut in my face. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

There's a community exhibition currently on view at the Jamaica Center for Arts & Learning (JCAL) in Jamaica, Queens, that is showcasing the work of over forty emerging local artists. Free Your Mind is on view through September 1, and curator and organizer Shenna Vaughn joins us in studio alongside two Queens-based artists who have work on view, Lisa D. Wade and Natali Barbee-Bravo. This segment is guest-hosted by Arun Venugopal.

Ray Schwetz and Donyshia Boston-Hill get business empowerment from Aron Kurlander, the Director of Business Services, and Vivi Acosta, the Deputy Director of Business Services & Special Events, of Greater Jamaica Development Corporation, a community-building organization that plans, promotes, coordinates and advances responsible development to revitalize Jamaica (Queens) and strengthen the region.

In this week's episode, Rev. Dr. Stephen Ray shares his journey from growing up in Jamaica Queens, New York, to serving as president of Chicago Theological Seminary. In his role as an educator and administrator, Dr. Ray has always sought ways to contribute to shaping the future of teachers and students in the academy. Dr. Ray recently retired as president of the Chicago Theological Seminary and is the immediate past president of the Society for the Study of Black Religion. Rate, review, and subscribe to Sound of the Genuine on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to podcasts.

Spring break isn't simply a journey filled with sweet anticipation and new friends! It's also about learning to love tacky Christmas cards and getting a fresh perspective on family, love, and acceptance. Join Cathy McCarthy as she features the short story, Spring Break, written by Lorraine Murphy.  Lorraine was raised in Jamaica Queens and has been living in Northport Long Island for over thirty with her family. She has completed a fictional novel and is currently working on a screenplay for that body of work. John Bell is the narrator and he is also known for being the Producer/Writer/voice of the family-friendly The Bell's In the Batfry Podcast, which has previously won the Parsec award, which is a juried award for podcasts centered around speculative fiction. You can listen at http://thebatfry.com/We are always looking forward to discovering our next writer, so if you are interested in contributing, please send us your short story of fewer than 5,000 words to cathy@widowmakerindustries.comYour host is C. Mack Lewis, author of The Fallen Angels Detective Series, which is available on Kindle, and Audible, and can be requested through your local library. For more information, you can visit https://cmacklewis.com/Until next time, keep writing, keep listening, and keep dreaming!

Welcome to this week's indie Artist Music Hustle with Blonde Intelligence. This week's show is a re-cut of Mr. Bonnet's earlier interview. Follow him atBonito_Bonnet and listen to his music on YouTube and RPEntRadio.comSupport the showhttps://www.Blonde-Intelligence.comhttps://youtube.com/c/IndieArtistMusicHustlewithBlondeIntelligence

The wedding is in Ocho Rios, Jamaica and not Jamaica Queens. It's in the country of Jamaica and not the neighborhood within NYC.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On The #212th Episode Of FlipDaScriptPodcast The DUO sat down with DJ Gmoney Father & Uncle Southside Jamaica Queens Legendary Djs Monkey D & RaTski, & for 2 hours they touch on the start of their career, growing up in 40 projects southside Jamaica Queens & Djin for all the Gangsters in Queens, also experiencing some street stuff themselves. They both express that they wished they would of see the complete vision of Djin & kept going. #PRESSPLAY

Born in a Church, and raised moving between the worlds of poverty in Jamaica Queens, and private school in the wealthy Upper East Side of New York City, Ann Marie Benitez knows what access to healthcare looks like when you have resources, and when you dont. Listen in to learn about Reproductive Justice, and the realities people of color face when trying to access reproductive healthcare after the end of Roe v. Wade.

TUNE IN as A$UZU shares his story of how he became the artist he is today. Born in Nigeria, raised in Jamaica Queens, New York, A$UZU started his music career at a young age by writing poetry and turning his poetry into rap. He is to determined to change the game with his unique lyrical perspective. Despite the challenges he has experienced A$UZU uses his music to speak his truth and to reach anybody who is willing to listen. Take this journey with us as we get into the nitty-gritty of things. So lets Balance Out the Scales. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/balancethescales/message

Brandon and Dimari sit Real Estate and Music Licensing Mogul, Moses Hall side by side to chat with Hollywood Creative Professional Deanne Gaston about Entrepreneurship, building authentic and meaningful relationships, Lori Lightfoot and Donald Trump, and more! THANK YOU •  PLEASE SUBSCRIBE • TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS • REVIEW • LIKE • SHARE Connect with Deanne Gaston:Instagram: www.instagram.com/justdeannesymoneTwitter: www.twitter.com/deannesymoneLinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/deannegastonConnect with Moses Hall:Instagram: www.instagram.com/moseshallLinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/moseshallFacebook: www.facebook.com/moseshalloffameSponsors:Black Swan Financial Group - www.BlackSwanFinancialGroup.comEase Web Development - www.easewebdev.comJennifer Catherine Photography - www.jennifercatherinephotography.comCopyright Eleusis Media Group, LLC, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2022 | www.eleusismediagroup.com | www.sidexsidepodcast.comInstagram | https://www.instagram.com/sidexsidepod/ Twitter|https://www.twitter.com/sidexsidepodTikTok | https://www.tiktok.com/@sidexsidepod@RIZZOfeels | https://www.instagram.com/rizzofeels/ | https://www.twitter.com/rizzofeels@JudahClan | https://www.judahclan.comTag #SidexSidePodcast to join in on the conversation!Music by: Brandon RizzoChaptersPreview | 00:00Opening Title, Opening Statement | 0:48Mo's RAPID FIRE ROUND, Chicago vs New York Pizza, Harold's Chicken, The Shrine closed, The Great Migration | 2:08Deanne's RAPID FIRE ROUND | 14:23Deanne's Upbringing in Chicagoland Area, Pathway to Journalism, Politics to Entertainment | 16:48Mo's Upbringing in Jamaica Queens, Love of Music, Colombia College, Chicago, Real Estate | 24:42Music Licensing, Starting a Business, What it Takes to be Successful, Music Publishing  | 31:24Pressure to Show Up, Vector knives, Entrepreneurship vs. Corporate Route | 43:00Real Estate Broker to Commercial Developer,  Building Relationships, Adding Value| 49:32ALLEGEDLY QUESTION, Donald Trump's FBI Investigation, Clinton's Administration, Black Americans' Plight, Emotions vs. Policies  | 1:02: 27Lori Lightfoot, Chicago's Decline, Repeat Offenders, Defund the Police,  | 1:18: 02Dating Post-Covid, Social Media's Influence on Dating,  Relationship Goals, Long-Lasting Marriage, Marriage vs. Wedding, Relationship Compatibility | 1:26: 02Look Approachable, How to Approach a Woman,  50/50 in Relationships, Dating within Your Means, Mo's Ideal Woman | 1:41: 02Closing Remarks, Social Media Plugs | 1:54:32

Born in Derby England, Singer/Songwriter - Marcia Ball began her distinguished musical career at the tender age of 6. She received vocal training from her mother, who was the lead singer of the family band The Rumbling Express Band headquartered in Jamaica Queens, New York, with Marcia and her sister providing background vocals. Her first single called “Tell Me” was released in 1990 by her brother and producer George (Meco7) Ball. She was approached by a disc jockey, John T of WAVS radio, who introduced her to one of Jamaica's biggest female vocalist, Marcia Griffiths. This was the beginning of a new era where Marcia's talent was being recognized as she became one of Ms. Griffiths' background vocalists. Listen to her recent interview and get acclimated with the exceptional vocal energy as exercised on each track.

Born in Derby England, Singer/Songwriter - Marcia Ball began her distinguished musical career at the tender age of 6. She received vocal training from her mother, who was the lead singer of the family band The Rumbling Express Band headquartered in Jamaica Queens, New York, with Marcia and her sister providing background vocals. Her first single called “Tell Me” was released in 1990 by her brother and producer George (Meco7) Ball. She was approached by a disc jockey, John T of WAVS radio, who introduced her to one of Jamaica's biggest female vocalist, Marcia Griffiths. This was the beginning of a new era where Marcia's talent was being recognized as she became one of Ms. Griffiths' background vocalists. Listen to her recent interview and get acclimated with the exceptional vocal energy as exercised on each track.

This week we're catching up on the developments in Congress while we've been on a break. Then we look ahead to what's coming next as New Jersey gets ready to start their adult use sales from some existing dispensaries on 4/21. And finally, we look at a new poll from Politico that shows just how little most Americans care about cannabis legalization. We'll be discussing all those stories and more on the BEST cannabis podcast in the business... As we like to say around here, “Everyone knows what happened in marijuana today, but you need to know what's happening in Marijuana Tomorrow!”  ----more---- Segment 1 - Catching up with Congress https://www.marijuanamoment.net/house-begins-final-debate-on-federal-marijuana-legalization-bill-with-floor-vote-imminent/   https://www.marijuanamoment.net/schumers-marijuana-legalization-bill-not-coming-this-month-as-senators-work-to-finalize-provisions/ ----more---- Segment 2 - Adult Use NJWeedSales Start 4/21 https://www.marijuanamoment.net/new-jersey-marijuana-sales-will-start-day-after-4-20-and-ag-says-police-can-use-while-off-duty/ ----more---- Segment 3 - Why Isn't Weed More Popular? https://twitter.com/natsfert/status/1514218186836779010?s=20&t=GjiubvgDsGJeBp4PkJDV8Q   Big Finish Links: NY Harvest Festival and Freedom Fair present: A 4/20 celebration and Canna Market in NYC on April 20th, 2022 At Club Amazura in Jamaica Queens, NYC Tickets are available at: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/massive-nyc-420-celebration-hosted-by-damn-sam-ny-harvest-fest-tickets-254007060957 ----more---- This episode of Marijuana Tomorrow is brought to you by Cannabeta Realty, Cage-Free Cannabis and The Emerald Farm Tours.

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Nicholas and Regina were raised in New York. Nick, the middle child of three boys grew up in Jamaica Queens to a single mother; while Regina, the eldest of two girls grew up in Long Island, but later moved to Bronx, N.Y. with her grandmother after her parents split. In this episode, you will hear first hand encounters from Nick and Regina as they talk about unlearning learned behaviors from their families and how they managed to create a legacy of their own.  Hosted by: Dr. Elaine StevensStarring: Nick and Regina WhartonProduced by: Antia Dawkins, James Robinson and Hadiya Wharton

Rev. Dr. Cleophus J. LaRue, Princeton Theological Seminary's Francis Landey Patton Professor of Homiletics, earned his BA and MA degrees from Baylor University and his MDiv and PhD degrees from Princeton Seminary. He specializes in the theory and method of African American preaching and worship. An ordained minister in the National Baptist Convention of America, Rev. Dr. LaRue is the former pastor of two churches in Texas as well as the former interim pastor of churches in Harlem and Jamaica Queens, New York. He is a frequent speaker at churches, seminaries, and conferences throughout the country and is a member of the Academy of HomileticsThis message was given by Rev. Dr. Cleophus J. LaRue in the Auditorium at Ocean Grove New Jersey on Sunday, July 18, 2021.  Length: 35 Minutes.  Bulletins available at https://www.oceangrove.org/bulletinsNote: upcoming events can be found at www.oceangrove.org - come join us!This podcast is provided by the Ocean Grove Camp Meeting Association, a non-profit. We invite you to visit oceangrove.org to find more information about our organization including how to take part in our many programs and how to support the organization.

Andre AJ Carter grew up in Jamaica Queens, NY.Andre had an extremely rough upbringing. At home he had to deal with physical , mental and verbal abuse by the hands of his father., who not only beat him up him but also beat his mother daily. Andre shares with us his childhood traumas, his struggle with alcohol and his sex addiction. Andre is now an Author, Minster, and he enjoys going to therapy.If this podcast resonated with you and you want to contact Andre please email him at bookandreajcarter@gmail.com Follow Andre on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/justaskdre/Disclaimer: This podcast is for educational purposes only. The host claims no responsibility to any person or entity for any liability, loss or damage caused or alleged to be caused directly or indirectly as a result of use of the application or interpretation of the information presented in this podcast.

NBA legend and champion Lamar Odom from Jamaica Queens is in the trap! You know Dc Young Fly and Karlous Miller had to kick it off with another classic freestyle then Lamar Odom talks about his superstar team with Ron Artest before they hit the NBA! Lamar talks about making his NBA dreams come true and how he navigated the come up! Lamar gives advice to the young people watching on how to make it to the league and breaks down what it was like playing with Kobe Bryant. Odom attributes much of his success to the Mamba mentality. Lamar was drafted by the Clippers and talks about how the owner Donald Sterling was really weird in the locker room and the crew gets to talking about great coaches like Doc Rivers and Tyron Lue. The whole crew get into the debate about who is going to win the NBA championship this year and get to repping the Atlanta Hawks and show love to Trae Young and Lous Williams. Then DC and Lous break down the city of Atlanta. Lamar breaks down NYC living and talk sabout who got the better women! ATL or NYC! Lous gets start talking about them grandmas living in the living room! And small ass NYC apartments! Lous exolains his hometown and Missippi and talks about economic racism going on down south. Dc and Lamar get to talking about NFT's and talk about some options for things that Lamar could sell from his career. Plus, Lamar tells a story about Kevin Garnett that you will not believe! Lamar remembers Tracy McGrady and other players that he were dogs! Plus Lamar shows his support for the New York Knicks! And tells the story of him trying to play football in high school at Christ The King high school. Lamar talks about the fight with Aaron Carter and breaks down why he knew he wouldn't lose. Lamar made some great friends in the league and tells the crew his favorite friends made while playing basketball and breaks down some of the best perks about being in the NBA and gives a classic story from the draft. Lamar talks about how Khloe Kardashian bought him a Rolls Royce when he won the NBA championship. And DC asks if he wants to get married again and everybody gets into the marriage conversation. You cant forget streetball so Lamar talks about playing at the Rucker for Jay-z's team and Lebron at the court. The crew gets into a whole lot more cuz this is the coldest podcast! Hit Our Website for more info: https://www.85southshow.com/ Get our custom merchandise: https://85apparelco.com/ Subscribe To our Channel: bitly.com/85tube WATCH KARLOUS' MILLER's COMEDY SPECIAL! https://vimeo.com/ondemand/karlousmil... FOLLOW THE CREW KARLOUS MILLER - https://www.facebook.com/karlousm/ DCYOUNGFLY - https://www.facebook.com/DcYoungFly1/ CHICO BEAN - https://www.facebook.com/OldSchoolFool/ Director - JOE T. NEWMAN - www.ayoungplayer.com Producer CHAD OUBRE - https://www.instagram.com/chadoubre/ Producer - LANCE CRAYTON - https://www.instagram.com/cat_corleone_/ It's Jon - https://www.instagram.com/holaj_o_n/ Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

James Simmons talks to us today on the influxes he received from growing up in Jamaica Queens pursuing basketball and being able to play both basketball and football in college. James has had the opportunity to be influenced by coaches that cared not just for his athletic ability but also leave lasting impact on his character. If you'd like to email the show  leadershipthoughtspodcast@gmail.com Danny's Coaching Company https://www.dannybowers.com/ (https://www.dannybowers.com) https://www.instagram.com/dannybowers/?hl=en (@dannybowers) Instagram, Twitter @Danny_bowers TikTok Music by Jack Pordea @jack_pordea https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7RVDy5cMLo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7RVDy5cMLo)

Tune in for this fascinating conversation at TalkRadio.nyc or watch the Facebook Livestream by clicking here.Show NotesSegment 1Tonight's show is featuring the location of Jamaica, Queens. The guests are Jason Antons, Jennifer Furioli and Elena Calderon. Jason is a returning guest who is a resident of Fleshing, NY. Today, he is the President of Queens Historical Society. Growing up he heavily enjoyed writing about Queens. In 2004, he first got involved with the Queens Historical Society. Jamaica was first given an alternate name by the Dutch which translated to Jamaica. Many different people coming from NJ, Manhattan and more used Jamaica as a crossroad. Historically, the Dutch were settled western while the Native Americans were Eastern and they did not get along. The British fled their homeland in pursuit of religious freedom while the Dutch were looking to colonise. Eventually, a hard fought battle takes place.Segment 2In addition, Jason is an author who just published a book. He has book signings coming up soon at the Queens Historical Society. In the past, the majority of the Jamaica population were loyal to the king and were supportive of the colonies. However, there were some people from that location who fought against the king in the war. Many were hanged for treason. Later, the English evacuated but there is still reminisce of them today. Jamaica's Union Hall is one of the first learning facilities. The city first became a part of New York City in 1899. It has always been a greatly diverse and populated city. Jason urges people to explore the city because of how much it has to offer.Segment 3The second half of the show will feature two guests. The first's name is Jennifer Furioli who is the Executive Director at the Jamaica Center. She works at one of the largest business improvement districts. The second's name is Elena Calerdon who is the owner of Rincon Salvadoreno. Jennifer originally is not from NY but moved here for grad school. She got her start working an internship then got a job working at the small business districts. With all of the changes that took place in the area, Jennifer loved how she got the opportunity to work in such a location. Elena's husband originally came to the state pursuing a business opportunity that turned into much more. During the pandemic, Jennifer and her colleagues developed a better communication system which allowed people to better contact each other in a crisis.Segment 4Next, the vibe of Jamaica is discussed. Elena really loves the feel of the whole community even though the place previously had a bad reputation. Some people are still afraid to visit due to this despite all of the improvement. Throughout the years, development of the area has improved. There are much more business today. Elena has hopes that the area will grow further once construction is finished. Furthermore, Jennifer states that the community is very excited for the future.

Here is my interview with Alex Mobley, he has had an amazing life and has witnessed and experienced many miracles.  His mother was shot in the head and was brought back from the dead when he was 11, she was bedridden for 10 years and Alex's father was faithful and took care of her. Alex survived growing up in Jamaica Queens in the 80's crack era, he was in the Army for 3 years and unknowingly suffered with Lupus the whole time. He almost died and had to spend a year in the hospital. He was in a rap group and was a concert promoter, had bipolar disorder and had to defend his family against an extortionist and spent a year in prison. He is recovering from a stroke which paralyzed the left side of his body, he can now walk and has faith that he will have a full recovery. He sees all of these adversities as a blessing which God has used to mold him into the person he is today. This interview is just a small introduction to Alex's story. For more information subscribe to his YouTube Channel The Body of Believers Unified https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5A68a6rBVtIc9H_ZvVCUrQ/featured and look for his upcoming book “The Theory of Balance”Support the show

Some people say that it is inevitable that kids use drugs. They are wrong. Be inspired by Rebekah Jin and learn from Angela Ampomah how nation wide youth are taught resiliency and making good choices about drugs. Angela Ampomah, MPH is currently the Youth Leadership Associate and is responsible for interacting with youth in managing and developing CADCA’s youth trainers to ensure efficiency from the initial planning to onsite implementation of training. Angela has her Master of Public Health degree with a concentration in public policy. Angela has over 3 years of experience working with AmeriCorps as a Corps Member. She assisted with early literacy initiatives with children in Jamaica Queens, NY. She graduated from St. John’s University with a B.A in Sociology and a minor in Psychology. While in NY, she volunteered at the Grand Central Food Program, Coalition for The Homeless for the duration of her undergraduate career. She is involved in youth public health initiatives back in her native country of Accra, Ghana where she educates and empowers them to grow their communities to become a safe place to live and grow in. http://youth.cadca.org Rebekah Jin is a Chicago native and will be a senior at Adlai E. Stevenson High School this fall. Rebekah has been involved in substance abuse prevention work since middle school, and has since been a four year member of her coalition. Her freshman year of high school, she began working on marijuana policy with other members of her coalition where they presented their work at press conferences in Chicago and Springfield, Illinois. For two years, Rebekah presented and spoke on the harmful implications of marijuana usage to groups such as youth, law enforcement, lawmakers, village boards, and others in the Chicagoland area. As the topic of recreational marijuana legalization became a priority for Illinois legislators, Rebekah continued to educate people on marijuana's harmful implications towards the youth in her state. In 2019, Rebekah served as a leader for events such as youth conferences, summits, and lobbying in Springfield, IL, Illinois. This past year, Rebekah was a director of over forty of her coalition’s middle school members. The group this year has spread awareness of substance abuse at middle schools through postcards, focus groups, health class presentations, and a Red Ribbon Week campaign. Rebekah will be the Vice President of her coalition's high school club, Catalyst, this fall and is involved in other activities at Stevenson such as varsity field hockey, the Freshman Mentor Program, National Honor Society, and Spanish Honor Society. CADCA CADCA represent over 5,000 community coalitions that involve individuals from key sectors including schools, law enforcement, youth, parents, healthcare, media and more. CADCA has members in every US state and territory and in more than 30 countries around the world. The CADCA coalition model emphasizes the power of community coalitions to prevent substance misuse through collaborative community efforts. 

On today's F.A.CT.S. podcast, host Kevin talks with guest speaker Kemali Green about how he got involved in criminal justice and how he brings his uniqueness to this field. Mr. Green is born in Brooklyn, NY & raised in Jamaica Queens, NY. In a nutshell, he is very passionate about working with young adults focusing on the Black and Brown population. Mr. Green's experience and background play a huge role in his involvement with the criminal justice & public health world. Mr. Green is currently the Acting Director of Young Adult Services for NYC Health & Hospitals in the Correctional Health Services division. To Connect with Kemali Green, check him out here: Instagram: @juststopscrolling LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/kemali-green-9a9198145 Find Me On LinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/kevin-caraballo Twitter: https://twitter.com/kcaraballob Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/stayhumblekev/ & https://www.instagram.com/facts_podcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KevinSpeaksFacts/ Subscribe and Leave a Review! Thank You! Music by Wataboi Link:-"https://pixabay.com/music/?utm_source=link attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=1171" --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/kevincb-facts/support

Rafer came out of Jamaica Queens as one of the city's best streetball players. Blessed with amazing ball handling and dribbling ability, “Skip to My Lou” was a pioneer and huge influence behind the “AND1” company and their streetball videos. After only one season of D-1 college hoops, Alston struggled to find playing time at the NBA level before finding homes in Miami and Houston & success. Alston was even a key contributor and starter on the Orland Magic's run to the NBA Finals in 2008-2009. While his career ended abruptly, his influence on the game & ability to rise from streetball to the NBA was remarkable. Chris Quinn: @cquinncomedy Dominic DiTolla: @ditolladominic Produced by @ty_englestudio

Gabrielle grew up in Jamaica Queens with various forms of non-monogamy happening around her. She has been exploring it herself since the beginning of her dating life around age 17. Since then she has experienced a variety of dynamics and is currently happily identifying as solo poly. She is also a freelance writer who covers polyamory, sex, mental health, relationships, and the intersections of race. Her story is amazing as is her writing. We hope you enjoy!   See photos and more details of all our guests by checking out the Show Notes! Click here to join our November 13 Virtual Meet and Greet! Check out the all new inclusive and diverse AltPlayGround! Join Our Patreon Community! $10 Off - Online STI Testing https://www.normalizingnonmonogamy.com/  

Toye shows us the meaning of resiliency and how to keep going and stay on track even in the midst of chaos. Toye Johnson Vincent - tjvempowersu.com is a motivational speaker, certified life coach, and is known as the "no sugar-coating coach." She continues to use her platform of life skills and presentations to speak, inspire and motivate adults and youth on the topic of resilience. ---------------------- How amazing would it feel if most every time you ask a potential client to meet with you, they give you an INSTANT YES!? Now you can get that awesome and amazing feeling over and over, anytime you want it. Download the INSTANT YES! Blueprint Today at theauthoritycreators.com/yes ---------------------- About Toye Johnson Vincent: A native New Yorker (Crown Heights Brooklyn & Jamaica Queens) with educational and career roots in New York, Massachusetts, Florida and Georgia, Toye Johnson-Vincent is an accomplished motivational speaker who thoroughly engages and inspires audiences through audience participation and her energetic personality! Toye admits she was not an elite college student due to self-recognized learning challenges. She often compared herself to her collegemates only to realize they struggled to keep their grades up too. Toye never let her learning challenges stop her from moving onward and accomplishing multiple goals including her love for speaking, inspiring and empowering audiences. After taking a quarter/semester off from school, she missed being a student and rapidly returned to a successful ending. She often shares the story of her devoted single mother (deceased) who held a Master's in Special Education, Reading and maternal grandmother (deceased) beloved and savvy business owner, highly encouraged her to return to college and graduate period!! i.e. no excuses! (smile) Toye's 24 Hour Challenge: So, number one, we want you to talk to someone that you've known for a while and get their thoughts on you and your confidence and your resilience. it doesn't have to be a long, drawn out dissertation or anything. Just say, hey, I want to talk to you for a second. I'm working on something inside myself. And I'd like to ask you, what do you think about me? How confident do you think I am? And let them answer. Just see what they say. And then the second part of that is we want you to talk to someone relatively new, maybe someone you've not known that long. They don't know a lot about you. Maybe you just met them and kind of say the same thing. I know you don't know me, but what do you think about my confidence and my resilience or what are your initial thoughts? Let us know how the challenge goes by posting on our Instagram or Facebook page. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/authoritycreators/message

Cal and Renee share the secrets to closing sales and making money in your business Cal & Renee Coakley - closingacademy.com We started teaching some of my techniques, and they started to enjoy it. So, we decided to create a brand, which is called closing Academy, where we have sales as a teachable skill. ---------------------- How amazing would it feel if most every time you ask a potential client to meet with you, they give you an INSTANT YES!? Now you can get that awesome and amazing feeling over and over, anytime you want it. Download the INSTANT YES! Blueprint Today at theauthoritycreators.com/yes ---------------------- About Cal and Renee Coakley: A native New Yorker (Crown Heights Brooklyn & Jamaica Queens) with educational and career roots in New York, Massachusetts, Florida and Georgia, Toye Johnson-Vincent is an accomplished motivational speaker who thoroughly engages and inspires audiences through audience participation and her energetic personality! Toye admits she was not an elite college student due to self-recognized learning challenges. She often compared herself to her collegemates only to realize they struggled to keep their grades up too. Toye never let her learning challenges stop her from moving onward and accomplishing multiple goals including her love for speaking, inspiring and empowering audiences. After taking a quarter/semester off from school, she missed being a student and rapidly returned to a successful ending. She often shares the story of her devoted single mother (deceased) who held a Master's in Special Education, Reading and maternal grandmother (deceased) beloved and savvy business owner, highly encouraged her to return to college and graduate period!! i.e. no excuses! (smile) Cal and Renee's 24 Hour Challenge: What we would love for you to do is to come up with at least five affirmations to help increase your confidence. A lot of times when we're out there selling, our confidence can take a hit when someone is, you know, able to get yourself and know that you're confident and the affirmations will definitely help. I believe in staying positive at all times, especially when you're selling because you encounter a lot of negativity. Always tell yourself. Can I do this? Yes, I am the best, I am the best at this right. And the others are I can, I will, and I am. Write them down: I am, I can and I will. Let us know how the challenge goes by posting on our Instagram or Facebook page. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/authoritycreators/message

Born in New York City, Nova Walton-Marriott is an Author, Empowerment/Career Coach and Founder of Hier Self, LLC, a multi-functional, philanthropic business dedicated to uplifting others. While growing up in Jamaica Queens, Nova envisioned herself as an educator but life made way for a career and educational path in Criminal Justice. ​Soon after graduating with an Associate's Degree in Paralegal Studies, Nova gave birth to her son Torey and took two years off to care for him. Eager to further her education, she applied to a Pharmacy Program at St. John's University of the desire to divert her education from Paralegal Studies. Unfortunately, the program was not a good fit and after a month of enrollment, she elected to speak with an Academic Advisor and transferred into the Criminal Justice Program. She obtained a Bachelor of Science Degree in 1998. ​Living in New York, a single parent and encountering difficulty breaking into the Criminal Justice field, Nova worked several jobs in retail and eventually secured a position in the healthcare field. In 2003, she relocated to Baltimore, Maryland where she continued to work administrative jobs until 2007. To read more about Nova and what she offers find her at http://www.hierself.com. Melissa can be found in her most favorite hang out spot at https://www.facebook.com/groups/Courageouswomenentrepreneurnetwork

Draglesque performance artist Noctua bares their soul on New York stages, exploring the sublime and ridiculous, the glam and dark.  We talk androgny vs assumed gender nonbinary identity, misgendering from colleagues (stop it, y'all), being comfortable in one's skin, and growing up goth. ... recorded: August 29, 2019 ... topics: sleeping under the bed, blue hair and a tutu, army kid, from California to Jamaica Queens, My Heart Will Go On karaoke, makeup and costuming, therapy, catharsis, gender, everything and nothing, dysphoria, "hey man," arguing pronouns, masc and femme on stage, trans nonbinary, phd gender doctors, identifying with womanhood, night owl, you're welcome, Domino Swift, how people perceive you ... shoutouts and acknowledgments: C'etait BonTemps, Ash Blight, Magical Girl Burlesque ... footnotes: Viktor mentions Eddie Izzard on the pod having not yet identified as transgender, but in 2017 made it clear he identifies as transgender, and is cool w/ he and she pronouns. ... keep in touch: IG: @noctuavindicta ... give love to the pod at patreon.com/weburlesque and see capsule reviews of previous episodes at http://www.weburlesquepodcast.com ... intro/outro music: "On A 45" This Way to the Egress (http://www.thiswaytotheegress.com) ... used with permission ... download it at: https://www.amazon.com/This-Delicious-Cabaret-Explicit-Egress/dp/B005D1GROO ... interlude music: "Monster Promenade" "One Eyed Maestro" (Kevin MacLeod) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ .. see us live: http://www.weburlesque.com/upcoming-shows ... follow us: @weburlesque @viktordevonne on instagram and twitter & talk to us: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1576 73948280099