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On this episode of The Drive & Dish NBA podcast, hosted by Kevin Rafuse (@rafusetolose) and Justin Cousart (@JustinContheAir), Kevin is joined by WOKV's Chase Bunker (@chasebunker) to first survey the league almost ten games into the new season. Who has surprised us and who has disappointed? Then, Ja Morant voices his displeasure with the Grizzlies and gets suspended for a game. An early debate about what the market value for Ja Morant would be if he's traded and if there's any hope of salvaging the relationship in Memphis. Finally, in Who's Ballin Who's Fallin, the Lakers white guys, Wemby meets his Star Wars heroes, a slow start for the Magic and a season ending injury for Walker Kessler. Listen to the show wherever you get your podcasts and watch the show on YouTube!

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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Brian Windhorst is joined by ESPN's Tim Bontemps and Tim MacMahon to talk Victor Wembanyama looking to bounce back in a big matchup with the Lakers, LA's surprising start despite injuries, the Cavs getting healthier, the Rockets high powered offense, the latest on Ja Morant's future in Memphis and the surprising start to the season for the Jazz. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Ever since I heard the Argentine saxophonist Gato Barbieri back in the Seventies, I've been fascinated by musicians from South America who found their way to jazz.Lately there seems to be a strong showing of contemporary musicians from various Latin American countries who not only play jazz but also mix certain Latin American folk traditions into their sound.So, this week I spoke with six of them: vocalist Claudia Acuña from Chile, Argentine vocalists Sofia Rei and Roxana Amed, Mexican vocalist Magos Herrera, guitarist/vocalist Camila Meza and tenor saxophonist Melissa Aldana.Each has a story about identity, living the jazz dream and how they came to jazz.Hopefully you'll use this roadmap to start your own journey into jazz, if you haven't already.- FelixMusic heard in this episode:Claudia Acuña - “Prelude To A Kiss”Sofia Rei - “El Gavilán”Gato Barieri - “To Be Continued”Roxana Amed - “Corazón delator”Mangos Herrera - “Luz de Luna”Camila Meza - “Utopia”Melissa Aldana - “A Purpose”Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Ever since I heard the Argentine saxophonist Gato Barbieri back in the Seventies, I've been fascinated by musicians from South America who found their way to jazz.Lately there seems to be a strong showing of contemporary musicians from various Latin American countries who not only play jazz but also mix certain Latin American folk traditions into their sound.So, this week I spoke with six of them: vocalist Claudia Acuña from Chile, Argentine vocalists Sofia Rei and Roxana Amed, Mexican vocalist Magos Herrera, guitarist/vocalist Camila Meza and tenor saxophonist Melissa Aldana.Each has a story about identity, living the jazz dream and how they came to jazz.Hopefully you'll use this roadmap to start your own journey into jazz, if you haven't already.- FelixMusic heard in this episode:Claudia Acuña - “Prelude To A Kiss”Sofia Rei - “El Gavilán”Gato Barieri - “To Be Continued”Roxana Amed - “Corazón delator”Mangos Herrera - “Luz de Luna”Camila Meza - “Utopia”Melissa Aldana - “A Purpose”Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

On tonight's show: Lester Young Quartet, I Never Knew Billie Holiday, Fine and Mellow Lester Young, Nat King Cole & Buddy Rich, I Want to Be Happy Lester Young, I Cover the Waterfront (feat. Ray Brown, J.C. Heard, Herb Ellis & Oscar Peterson Charlie Singleton, Lester Leaps In Benny Goodman Sextet, Rose Room Nat King Cole, Let There Be Love Johnny Richards, For All We Know Gerry Mulligan, Disc Jockey Jump Benny Carter, One Morning in May Louis Armstrong, Sweet Georgia Brown Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, Comes Love Dave Brubeck, Take Five Pepper Adams Quintet with Thad Jones, Little Waltz

In tonight's headlines, Joe Mazzulla's coaching style is becoming an issue after the Celtics fell to the Jazz last night and the Bruins' winning streak is all thanks to some continuity put together by Marco Sturm.

(00:00) Zolak & Bertrand start the hour discussing whether this year's World Series brought people back to baseball. What is the #2 sport in America right now? The crew debates. (12:57) The Bruins have won 4 in a row and 5 out of their last 6 games. The crew discusses if a potential turnaround is on the horizon. (23:37) Joe Mazzulla joins Zo and Beetle live to discuss the amount of threes they took against the Jazz, as well as needing to play 48 full minutes more often this season.(36:58) Zo finishes the hour detailing his trip to the bathroom.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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In this powerful episode of Case Studies, Casey sits down with Jon Adams, a partner in a billion-dollar wealth management firm, for one of the most heartfelt and faith-filled conversations in the series. Jon opens up about growing up in his grandfather's truck, learning grit and integrity on the family sod farm, and discovering entrepreneurship through pure initiative long before he built a career in finance.The heart of this conversation centers on unimaginable loss. At age 34, Jon's wife, Janelle, passed away suddenly, leaving him to raise four young children alone. What follows is a story of grace and divine timing; of friends and family who showed up when he could not stand on his own, and of faith that deepened through tragedy. Jon shares sacred experiences that reshaped his understanding of God's presence, the power of community, and the beauty of second chances when he later met and married singer-songwriter Callie Reed.This is an episode about faith in the dark, love that endures, and the quiet miracles that follow when you keep walking toward the light.00:00 | Meeting Jon & the Adams brothers02:31 | Farm-raised grit & the first land flip08:42 | Hustle play: Jazz floor seats → warm leads18:50 | Radical honesty in wealth management22:30 | Partners, roles, and why differences work23:04 | High-school best friends to marriage (Jenelle)26:29 | Early marriage, duplex, and the first job29:12 | Hospital shock: ITP diagnosis & teeter-totter care33:10 | The hardest call: intubation & final goodbyes44:04 | “I'm here to talk to Jon”: stake conference mercy56:04 | The song, Callie Reed, and a second chance59:45 | “Faith in His timing” (sometimes it means now)01:16:43 | Lessons on grief, God, growth, and becoming Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Marc Broussard is a Louisiana born musician whose music has been called “Bayou Soul” and “Swamp Pop”. It's a mix of funk, blues, R&B, rock and pop together with his Southern roots. He learned music from his father, Ted Broussard, Louisiana Hall of Fame guitarist for “The Boogie Kings”. He's performed on many of the late night network TV talk shows. He's released multiple albums including covers records which have benefited charities via his SOS Foundation. His latest blues cover record, “S.O.S. 4: Blues for Your Soul”, features Joe Bonamassa and Josh Smith.My featured song is “Aches And Pains” from the album Summer Of Love 2020 by my band Project Grand Slam. Spotify link.—-----------------------------------------------------------The Follow Your Dream Podcast:Top 1% of all podcasts with Listeners in 200 countries!Click here for All Episodes Click here for Guest List Click here for Guest Groupings Click here for Guest TestimonialsClick here to Subscribe Click here to receive our Email UpdatesClick here to Rate and Review the podcast—----------------------------------------CONNECT WITH MARC:www.marcbroussard.com—----------------------------------------ROBERT'S NEW SINGLE:“MI CACHIMBER” is Robert's new single. It's Robert's tribute to his father who played the trumpet and loved Latin music.. Featuring world class guest artists Benny Benack III and Dave Smith on flugelhornCLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—--------------------------------------ROBERT'S RECENT SINGLE:“SUNDAY SLIDE” is Robert's recent single. It's been called “A fun, upbeat, you-gotta-move song”. Featuring 3 World Class guest artists: Laurence Juber on guitar (Wings with Paul McCartney), Paul Hanson on bassoon (Bela Fleck), and Eamon McLoughlin on violin (Grand Ole Opry band).CLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKSCLICK HERE FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEO—-------------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST ALBUM:“WHAT'S UP!” is Robert's latest compilation album. Featuring 10 of his recent singles including all the ones listed below. Instrumentals and vocals. Jazz, Rock, Pop and Fusion. “My best work so far. (Robert)”CLICK HERE FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEOCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—----------------------------------------Audio production:Jimmy RavenscroftKymera Films Connect with the Follow Your Dream Podcast:Website - www.followyourdreampodcast.comEmail Robert - robert@followyourdreampodcast.com Follow Robert's band, Project Grand Slam, and his music:Website - www.projectgrandslam.comYouTubeSpotify MusicApple MusicEmail - pgs@projectgrandslam.com  

It's been a hot minute since the boys did a "pop" episode, but given this very special installment is devoted to jazz-rock gods of the seventies Steely Dan, maybe this doesn't count. The Dan's somewhat controversial 1980's sign-off gets a good look in and then various tributes are dissected, with Pat arguing that jazz musicians need to take the kid gloves off when confronting this most seminal of cross-over hit-makers. Also, Keith Jarrett called and he wants his royalties. Steely Dan - GAUCHO;  Chris Ingham – WALTER/DONALD; Sara Isaksson and Rebecca Tornqvist - FIRE IN THE HOLE; Marian McPartland's Piano Jazz – STEELY DAN ; Woody Herman – CHICK, DONALD, WALTER, AND WOODROW.

In this episode of our Mike Nichols Marathon we enter the 90s with a conversation about Postcards from the Edge. In this show you will hear us talk about the challenge of adapting a seemingly unfilmable material and how it was a task for its first-time author Carrie Fisher. We talk about the many facets of mirroring reality this movie allows, how it thinly veils its relationship with Carrie Fisher and her mother Debbie Reynolds and how it pulls no punches when it comes to describing the rotten core of Hollywood. We also spare a few comments on the way Postcards from the Edge poaches both from All that Jazz and Terms of Endearment, how Mike Nichols repaid an old debt to Gene Hackman and how Carrie Fisher's writing acumen remains thoroughly underrated. Tune in and enjoy!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Subscribe to our patreon at patreon.com/uncutgemspod (3$/month)⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and support us by gaining access to ALL of our exclusive podcasts, such as bonus tie-ins, themed retrospectives and director marathons!Hosts: Jakub Flasz & Randy Burrows⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Head over to our website to find out more! (uncutgemspodcast.com)⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on Twitter (⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@UncutGemsPod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠) and IG (⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@UncutGemsPod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠)⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy us a coffee over at Ko-Fi.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (ko-fi.com/uncutgemspod)⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Subscribe to our Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (patreon.com/uncutgemspod)

I recently learned about Dr. Emma Dayhuff's new album, “Innovations & Lineage: The Chicago Project,”, which has been garnering a lot of attention, and I wanted to learn more.When it came to bringing this album to life, she knew exactly who she wanted on board. She assembled a remarkable group of musicians: Dee Alexander on vocals, Isaiah Collier on tenor sax, and Kahil El'Zabar on percussion.Recorded live, the album captures the energy of the performance while presenting a clear, resonant bass sound that anchors the music beautifully. It's both a nod to Chicago's rich jazz tradition and a glimpse into the innovative directions Dr. Dayhuff is exploring in her work.Today, we'll hear about her musical journey, the inspiration behind this album, and what she has planned next. Please join me in welcoming Dr. Emma Dayhuff.This interview first appeared in Bass Musician Magazine in October 2025Go to jazzguitartoday.com and bassmusicianmagazine.com more interviews and lessons.

HERE GO TWO HOURS OF SUPERB TUNES ON SOUL LEGENDS RADIO 4-NOV-25 INCLUDING BLACK BOX, TEDDY PENDERGRASS, AL JARREAU, HOWARD JOHNSON,AND MANY MORE ALSO NEW TRACKS FROM LUKAS SETTO, TRACY HAMLIN AND LANCE VANTILE WHITFIELD.SIT BACK AND ENJOY OR DOWNLOAD FOR LATER WITH A GLASS OF SOMETHING .LES KNOTT

TRYO es una agrupación musical chilena, originaria de la Región de Valparaíso, que cuenta con 35 años de extraordinaria carrera artística. Su sonido único y característico, fusiona diversos estilos musicales, entre ellos metal, rock, prog, jazz, folclore latinoamericano, música del mundo, electrónica y docta; lo que brinda gran variedad y riqueza sonora a su discografía. Ha grabado varios álbumes en estudio y en vivo (en Chile, Brasil y Estados Unidos), realizado numerosas giras nacionales e internacionales (América, Europa, etc.), presentándose exitosamente en prestigiosos festivales alrededor del mundo (Baja Prog, Crescendo Francia y Guyana Francesa, Marillion Weekend, Prog Day USA, Santiago Fusion, Prog Sud´, Rock au Chateau, Jazz & Joy, La Plata Prog, Rio Art Rock Festival, etc.) y compartiendo escenario con algunos de los mejores músicos de las últimas décadas. Una serie de eventos musicales se presentarán en la III Temporada de Conciertos de Primavera 2025 organizada por la Facultad de Derecho de la Universidad de Valparaíso, en el marco de sus actividades de extensión cultural. Se trata de un total de 8 conciertos, donde se presentarán orquestas y grupos musicales en diversos géneros musicales, repitiendo la exitosa primera y segunda temporada llevadas a cabo en 2023 y 2024, desarrolladas como una iniciativa que busca entregar a la ciudadanía una amplia oferta musical para la temporada, revitalizando las actividades culturales que alberga el Aula Magna de la unidad académica. Los ocho conciertos programados se llevarán a cabo entre el 4 de septiembre y el 11 de diciembre, todos desde las 18:30 horas y con entrada liberada para el público, en el Aula Magna de la Facultad de Derecho, ubicada en Av. Errázuriz 2120, primer piso, Valparaíso. La Temporada de Conciertos de Primavera 2025 es organizada por la Facultad de Derecho de la Universidad de Valparaíso en conjunto con la Fundación Escuela de Derecho, y producida por MGO Medios. El proyecto está acogido a la Ley de Donaciones Culturales, del Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio, y cuenta además con el patrocinio del Centro de Exalumnos y Amigos de la Escuela de Derecho de la UV, AGUNSA, Grupo GEN, y Compañía Marítima Chilena S.A.

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Verno and Jacoby return to recap what was seemingly revenge night across the league yesterday. They discuss Myles Turner's return to Indiana, Deandre Ayton taking control for the Lakers with Luka Doncic and Austin Reaves both out, the latest on Ja Morant, and more. They next ask six questions about the NBA season so far. (00:00) Welcome to The Mismatch!(02:00) Myles Turner returns to Indiana, and Giannis beats the buzzer to win 117-115(10:45) Norman Powell and the Heat edge out the Clippers 120-119(12:26) Deandre Ayton dominates in his return to Portland as the Lakers beat the Blazers 123-115(15:02) What is going on with the Grizzlies' Ja Morant?(27:30) The Jazz steal a win against the Celtics(29:45) A Knicks vibe check(34:48) Should we take the Lakers seriously?(41:39) Is it time we recalibrate the Bulls?(46:40) Where do the Pelicans go from here?(52:16) How much more does Pablo Torre know?(58:02) Can the Rockets stay this hot offens The Ringer is committed to responsible gaming. Please visit www.rg-help.com to learn more about the resources and helplines available. Leave us a message on our Mismatch voicemail line! (323) 389-5091 Hosts: Chris Vernon and David JacobyProducers: Jessie Lopez and Stefan AndersonSocial: Keith Fujimoto Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Ken Burns—the award-winning filmmaker whose documentary films and television series on American history include 'The Civil War' (1990), 'Baseball' (1994), 'Jazz' (2001), and 'Country Music' (2019)—joins the show to talk about the American Revolution and the art of storytelling. If you have questions, observations, or ideas for future episodes, email us at PlainEnglish@Spotify.com. Host: Derek Thompson Guest: Ken Burns Producers: Devon Baroldi Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

We're bouncing around the league again!Nekias Duncan and Steve Jones "Roam the Baseline" with a few Western Conference shoutouts — and a hat tip to a hot start out East. Then, it's time for an identity check for a few teams looking to find themselves. The show closes with player shoutouts, free throws, and an apology to Saints fans.If you ever have NBA or WNBA questions, email us at dunkerspot@yahoo.com.If you'd like to join our Dunker Spot Playoff watch parties — they're free, and easy to sign up for — you can do so here: https://www.playback.tv/thedunkerspot(1:15) — Lakers(12:25) — Thunder(19:27) — Blazers(25:32) — Bulls(34:39) — Mavericks(49:27) — Spurs(52:07) — Knicks(54:12) — Suns(56:46) — Making us sad (Pelicans, Grizzlies, Nets)(59:45) — Hawks(01:01:03) — Jazz(01:03:02) — Player shoutouts(01:16:43) — Free Throws

(0:00) Felger, Mazz, and Murray open the third hour with discussing the Patriots very quiet trade deadline. Plus, the callers react to the Patriots.(15:56) The guys discuss the Celtics loss to the Jazz where they continue to historically attempt three pointers. (32:11) The callers react to the Celtics and Patriots. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

(00:00) Sunday was the end of Daylight Savings Time, which means rolling back the clocks back an hour. The guys are no fans of this and debate why it exist WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT: (21:35) Jusuf Nurkic hit a putback with 0.6 seconds left as the Jazz rallied from a double-digit deficit to beat the Celtics 105-103 on Monday night.(34:43) The Cardinals ended their five-game losing streak with an impressive 27-10 win over the Cowboys on Monday Night Football.Please note: Timecodes may shift by a few minutes due to inserted ads. Because of Chacopyright restrictions, portions—or entire segments—may not be included in the podcast.CONNECT WITH TOUCHER & HARDY: linktr.ee/ToucherandHardyFor the latest updates, visit the show page on 985thesportshub.com. Follow 98.5 The Sports Hub on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Watch the show every morning on YouTube, and subscribe to stay up-to-date with all the best moments from Boston's home for sports!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We're bouncing around the league again!Nekias Duncan and Steve Jones "Roam the Baseline" with a few Western Conference shoutouts — and a hat tip to a hot start out East. Then, it's time for an identity check for a few teams looking to find themselves. The show closes with player shoutouts, free throws, and an apology to Saints fans.If you ever have NBA or WNBA questions, email us at dunkerspot@yahoo.com.If you'd like to join our Dunker Spot Playoff watch parties — they're free, and easy to sign up for — you can do so here: https://www.playback.tv/thedunkerspot(1:15) — Lakers(12:25) — Thunder(19:27) — Blazers(25:32) — Bulls(34:39) — Mavericks(49:27) — Spurs(52:07) — Knicks(54:12) — Suns(56:46) — Making us sad (Pelicans, Grizzlies, Nets)(59:45) — Hawks(01:01:03) — Jazz(01:03:02) — Player shoutouts(01:16:43) — Free Throws

Chris Forsberg and Kayla Burton react to the worst loss of the season for the Celtics, a 105-103 shocker against the Utah Jazz at home. Utah, on the second night of a back-to-back was the more energetic team in the second half, while Boston continues to struggle at locking in when the game is on the line this season. 1:30- Forsberg's Headline: “No excuses for this stumble”5:30- Kayla's Headline: “SOS, help Jaylen Brown”15:15- Lightning Round Presented by 24 Auto Group WATCH every episode of the Celtics Talk podcast on YouTubeFollow NBC Sports Boston:NBCSportsBoston.comX @NBCScelticsFacebookInstagramTikTok Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Hour 1 Tire-gate 2025 | Starting Lineup: AJ Dybantsa delivered BYU RB LJ Martin expected to play against Texas Tech What you may have missed: Runnin Utes & USU win Hour 2 ESPN CFB reporter Ian Fitzsimmons Good, Bad & Ugly Whole World News Hour 3 Utah Mammoth GM Bill Armstrong Sports Roulette

The Seattle-based jazz musician Kassa Overall released CREAM in September 2025, an album that showcases new, original takes on some of the most classic tracks in 90s rap — from Wu Tang to Biggie and beyond. Overall spoke with KEXP’s Dusty Henry about his work. "As we're recording these songs, I'm realizing this is actually a response record to my other records," Overall says in the interview. "This is actually a commentary on the whole jazz hip-hop conversation. This is a commentary on my own career." Overall adds historical context: "Jazz musicians always would take songs that were popular in the public sphere and just use them as materials — not so much a cover, but just as a starting point for the listener. The idea that you remain faithful to the original — maybe some people think about that as a sign of respect to the music, but I don't see it like that. The respect comes from studying the original and then finding your own way to approach it." Photo Credit: Erik Barden Support the show: kexp.org/deeperSupport the show: https://www.kexp.org/sound/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(00:00) Zolak & Bertrand begin the hour discussing the amount of pressure Drake Maye is under and how the team can fix this issue. (7:26) Dan Orlovsky still has Drake Maye as the favorite in the MVP race even with the close win over Atlanta. The crew reacts. (22:35) We debate whether the Patriots should be approaching this trade deadline with more urgency than they seem to be. (31:03) Zo and Beetle close the hour breaking down the Celtics loss to the Jazz last night. Plus Jaylen Brown was furious with the referees for the lack of call on the play where he was tripped late. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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The Celtics fall to the Jazz 105-103 and the final play perfectly exemplified tonight's game. Nurkic gets an offensive rebound and putback to take the lead with .6 seconds left. The Celtics wasted yet another excellent game from JB who ended the night with 36pts. This game was a nail biter down the stretch and the Celtics did get screwed a bit with a no call on a play where JB was so blatantly tripped it's almost laughable but that was far from the reason they lost this game. While White and Pritchard did (sort of) break out of their shooting slumps shooting 37.5% and 36.4% from 3 respectively, which is far better than where they have been this season, the Celtics ended the night shooting just 41% from the field and 21% from 3 and allowed 15 offensive rebounds in this game. I don't care how good JB played, it is going to be very hard to win any games like that. The only reason it was close is because of how bad the Jazz are lol. This was a frustrating loss to a team we should've beat.This podcast is brought to you by me, Guy DePlacido. I have been a Loan Officer servicing MA, NH and ME for the last 5 years so if you are looking to buy or refinance, reach out to me today at (978) 804-7756 or email me at guy.deplacido@ccm.com! Like the Boston Celtics, I know that you need a great team behind you to win so this year I am partnering with some of my favorites including Deb Burke, and Collin Tucker.If you're looking to buy or sell a home in the near future meet Deb Burke, your trusted realtor at Compass Real Estate, serving MA and NH. With a passion for finding dream homes, Deb is committed to making your real estate journey a breeze. Whether you're buying or selling, Deb's got your back. Reach out today at 978-930-4621 or email deb.burke@compass.com to start your next chapter. Let's turn your real estate dreams into reality!After getting preapproved with me and finding your home with Deb Burke, you'll want to make sure your home is protected and for that, there is nobody better than Collin Tucker at Berlin Insurance Group. Collin is a local agent but he is licensed in all of New England with over 20+ carriers for auto and home insurance guaranteeing the lowest quote possible. I have worked with Collin so many times not only for my clients insurance needs but mine as well. Reach out to Collin Tucker at Berlin Insurance Group at 508-459-1226 or Collin@berlininsurancegroup.com

Brian recaps a quiet trade deadline for the Patriots and why that is OK with him, before digging into some stats from Sunday's game against the Falcons. Then, he details the Red Sox's offseason to-do list, including adding another starting pitcher and figuring out who will play third base (0:20). He then chats with Mass Live's Brian Robb about the Celtics' loss to the Jazz on Monday night, their poor rebounding, whether Derrick White could be on the move before too long, and more (32:00). Brian and Jamie end with some final thoughts on the NFL trade deadline (1:14:30). We want to hear from you! Leave Brian a message on the listener line at 617-396-7172. Or send us your questions for our mailbag at offthepike@gmail.com. The Ringer is committed to responsible gaming. Please visit www.rg-help.com to learn more about the resources and helplines available. Host: Brian Barrett Guest: Brian Robb Producer: Jamie McClellan Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Mom Curious is a weekly podcast produced by Hoff Studios in New York City, hosted by cultural voice Daniella Rabbani. Each episode dives into candid, thought-provoking conversations about motherhood, womanhood, and the messy, magical spaces in between. With humor, honesty, and curiosity, Daniella sits down with women of all stripes to talk about what it really means to raise children—and ourselves—in today's world. About the Host: Daniella Rabbani (@DaniellaRabbani on Instagram) is a Brooklyn-based storyteller, actress, singer, and podcast host. On screen, she's appeared in HBO's Scenes from a Marriage, Amazon's The Better Sister, FX's The Americans, and films like Ocean's 8. On stage, she's headlined concerts worldwide, from Jazz at Lincoln Center to the State Jewish Theater in Warsaw. Through her podcast Mom Curious, Daniella blends her creative spirit and lived experience as a mother of two to spark conversations that are raw, hilarious, and deeply relatable. Her mission: to create a community where mothers (and those curious about motherhood) feel seen, supported, and inspired. Dr. Tanya Cotler is a child and adult Clinical Psychologist, author and speaker who specializes in reproductive mental health, intergenerational trauma, child development, and parent-child attachment. Dr. Cotler recently co-founded RENNI, the first trauma oriented integrative clinic in Toronto, Canada. Through nearly 20 years of clinical and research experience, Dr. Cotler has honed her particular interest in the developing emotional bond between parent and child – including the impact of unconscious family narratives, feelings and sensations carried through generations. In her clinical practice, Dr. Cotler provides individual and group therapy for adults, as well as play therapy for children. Dr. Cotler is the creator of the Mother2Woman and Not-so-New Mother circles. Her mission through these groups is to foster opportunities for growth and connection through the phases of vulnerability, change and loss that many new mothers experience. Dr. Cotler has presented at both national and international conferences and conducts trainings and conferences for parents, professionals and educators. As an author, Dr. Cotler writes a regular column for Psychology Today, Motherhood Made Real and has published a number of other works and book chapters on maternal mental health, parent-child attachment, and mindful parenting. For more you can also follow Dr. Cotler @drcotler on Instagram or Linkedin @TanyaCotler and at drtanyacotler.com. Stay Connected with Mom Curious: • Subscribe and review us on Spotify or Apple Podcasts • Share this episode with a friend who needs it! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this interview from the recent Journey of Jazz cruise, trumpeter Sean Jones talked with fellow brassman Wycliffe Gordon about his storied life in music. The trombonist talked about his early years playing music in churches, his introduction to jazz, his experience with playing in the McDonald's High School All-Star Band, and his work with Wynton Marsalis in both Wynton's Septet and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra.

The Utah Jazz stunned the Boston Celtics 105-103 on Monday night. Jimmy Toscano, John Zannis, Sherod Blakely of CLNS Media as they go live right after the Celtics' stunning loss. Later, Bobby Manning and Noa Dalzell check in from TD Garden to break down what went wrong for Boston. The Garden Report on CLNS Media is Powered by:

The Celtics lay an egg at home and fall to the Jazz, 105-103. Chud and Doug break down this massively disappointing result, discuss where it all went wrong, what it means, and where we go from here. Plus some Wemby talk, a Giannis buzzer-beater, Suns appreciation, and more.Follow the show on Twitter/X:@ChuddysCorner@KingChuddy@Doug_Outs@_nickpirainoSHOP OUR STORE at ChuddysCorner.com/storeLeave us a voicemail at ChuddysCorner.comLike, subscribe, and rate the podcast!00:00 Celtics' Tough Loss Analysis03:00 Game Dynamics and Key Players05:56 Rebounding Issues and Team Performance08:55 Silver Linings and Future Outlook11:56 Team Demeanor and Urgency15:27 Analyzing Young Talent and Coaching Strategies21:50 Sponsorships and Community Engagement23:43 Around the NBA: Key Performances and Trends30:38 Closing Thoughts and Future Outlook

The former Utah Jazz Assistant Coach on the Jazz being much more competitive than expected to start the year, Runnin Utes win in Alex Jensen's first game as head coach + more

"People always give me a hard time, they're like, 'You never show emotion after your race.' And I'm like, 'You run this and then you try to show emotion!'" It's hard to describe the feeling of walking out into the stunning Appel Room at Jazz at Lincoln Center, warmly greeted by 500 people in Team Ali sweatshirts, courtesy of New Balance, and getting to interview Sydney McLaughlin-Levrone. This live show was magical, marvelous, magnificent, and so very memorable. Thank you to everyone who joined us, thank you to Sydney, and thank you to New Balance for the unwavering support.  Sydney is one of the greatest track and field athletes of all-time. She's a six-time world record holder. She holds the world record in the 400m hurdles, and the American record in the flat 400m. She's a four-time Olympic gold medalist, a five-time World Championships gold medalist, a one-time silver medalist (oh we talk about her relationship with the silver), and a five-time U.S. champion. She can also juggle, and it was an absolute joy to get to know her during this event. Enjoy! FOLLOW SYDNEY @sydneymclaughlin16 SPONSOR:  New Balance: Click here to get your hands on the new New Balance FuelCell Rebel v5! Follow Ali: Instagram @aliontherun1 Join the Facebook group Support on Patreon Subscribe to the newsletter SUPPORT the Ali on the Run Show! If you're enjoying the show, please subscribe and leave a rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Spread the run love. And if you liked this episode, share it with your friends!

At Town Hall captures a pivotal moment in Nina Simone's story, when she left behind her dream of being a concert pianist and embraced her identity as an indefinable and remarkable talent.At Town Hall shows off Nina's classical chops, infused with the jazz influences from working in nightclubs and mixed with the folk and gospel sounds of her youth. Adam and Peter pull apart the tracks to highlight each element of her unique musical blend. This may not be one of her most recognizable albums, but it is one of her most interesting. It's made even more fascinating by the fact that Nina met bassist Wilbur Ware and drummer Ben Riley only as they walked on stage! Listen to hear her arranging and composing on the spot.Subscribe to the You'll Read It newsletter for stories that didn't make the pod: https://youllhearit.com/newsletter Start your free Open Studio trial for ALLLLL your jazz lesson needs: https://osjazz.link/yhi   

Today's guest shares her work in mentoring the next generation of doulas and helping maternal healthcare professionals balance the heart of their work with sustainable business practices. We also discuss Medicaid, systemic barriers to care, and systemic barriers that prevent some populations from accessing doula services. Join us to learn more! Jacquelyn Clemmons is a veteran birth and postpartum doula, trainer, and mentor with over 20 years of experience serving diverse, intercultural families. She is the author of A Doula's Guide to Improving Maternal Health for BIPOC Women  and is the producer of the short film, Jazz and the Blues. Jacquelyn is a leading advocate for culturally competent care and a passionate supporter of doula services for all women. Through her Intrinsic Doula Design™ framework, she empowers doulas to build authentic, thriving businesses while transforming the families they serve.  Show Highlights: Jacquelyn's journey into doula work Jacquelyn's framework, Intrinsic Doula Design™  The shift in doula work in 2020 Understanding the basics of business development is a big piece of doula work. The importance of a sustainable pricing model from the beginning Jacquelyn's work as an advocate in Oregon Sustainable doulas help to stimulate local economies. Medicaid reimbursements for doula care are up to $3500 in the state of WA, which is leading the way. (OR and CA are close behind.) Hospitals' greed—-watch out for it! What can you do? Advocate for yourself by always asking, “Can you please document that in my chart?” (Hospitals speak the language of liability.) Jacquelyn's film project, Jazz and the Blues (See the trailer at okionu.app.) The need for comprehensive support for families, even those with good family support Jacquelyn's book, A Doula's Guide to Improving Maternal Health for BIPOC Women  A well-matched doula can be a strong support for maternal mental health. The need for cultural respect and well-matched core values Resources: Connect with Jacquelyn Clemmons: Website, Instagram, and A Doula's Guide to Improving Maternal Health for BIPOC Women  Call the National Maternal Mental Health Hotline at 1-833-TLC-MAMA or visitcdph.ca.gov. Please find resources in English and Spanish at Postpartum Support International, or by phone/text at 1-800-944-4773.  There are many free resources, like online support groups, peer mentors, a specialist provider directory, and perinatal mental health training for therapists, physicians, nurses, doulas, and anyone who wants to be more supportive in offering services. You can also follow PSI on social media: Instagram, Facebook, and most other platforms. Visit www.postpartum.net/professionals/certificate-trainings/for information on the grief course.  Visit my website, www.wellmindperinatal.com, for more information, resources, and courses you can take today!  If you are a California resident seeking a therapist in perinatal mental health, please email me about openings for private pay clients.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode, Jeremy and Matt discuss: - Kon Knueppel's Career High- Sion James being an additive player - Impactful Rookie Archetypes - Will Hardy and Charles Lee's coaching styles Host: Jeremy GrandisonGuest: Matt Alquiza - Hornets Writer for Sports Illustrated Subscribe on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_5UX2f78jXKQdPACwQfFeAFollow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/lockitorleaveFollow us on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0r50IUWKrl5Fum0bqBt4BW

This week Kevin and PJ are coming to you live from The Spaniard in Kinsale for a special bonus episode brought to you by Guinness 0.0, celebrating the start of the Guinness Cork Jazz Festival. Surrounded by jazz-goers and good vibes, the lads chat about the origins of the festival, share their early memories of celebrating the Jazz and issue a gentle warning about the perils of dating a musician. They also read some listener stories from Cork Jazz weekends gone by including iconic tales involving a brass band on top of a bus and there's even an impromptu performance from a stunning jazz singer.Sign up to the I'm Grand Mam Patreon for more stunning content: https://www.patreon.com/imgrandmam ✨ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Topics discussed: The Drive: Revisiting our conversation with Patriots QB Drake Maye // Afternoons Pick-Six: Recapping our performance picking Week 9 games // Odds and Ends: Celtics look to bounce back vs. Jazz tonight at TD Garden

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Arturo Sandoval is a legendary trumpeter, pianist and composer. Since he defected from Cuba over 30 years ago his accomplishments have been simply remarkable. He's a 2024 Kennedy Center Honoree. He's won 10 Grammys, 6 Billboard Awards, an Emmy, the Hispanic Heritage Award, the Presidential Medal of Freedom, and a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award. He's a master of Afro Cuban rhythms and a virtuoso in both jazz and classical music. He's performed at the White House and at the Super Bowl.My featured song is my newest single, “Mi Cachimber”. Spotify link.—-----------------------------------------------------------The Follow Your Dream Podcast:Top 1% of all podcasts with Listeners in 200 countries!Click here for All Episodes Click here for Guest List Click here for Guest Groupings Click here for Guest TestimonialsClick here to Subscribe Click here to receive our Email UpdatesClick here to Rate and Review the podcast—----------------------------------------CONNECT WITH ARTURO:www.arturosandoval.com—----------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST SINGLE:“MI CACHIMBER” is Robert's latest single. It's Robert's tribute to his father who played the trumpet and loved Latin music.. Featuring world class guest artists Benny Benack III and Dave Smith on flugelhornCLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—--------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST ALBUM:“WHAT'S UP!” is Robert's latest compilation album. Featuring 10 of his recent singles including all the ones listed below. Instrumentals and vocals. Jazz, Rock, Pop and Fusion. “My best work so far. (Robert)”CLICK HERE FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEOCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—----------------------------------------Audio production:Jimmy RavenscroftKymera Films Connect with the Follow Your Dream Podcast:Website - www.followyourdreampodcast.comEmail Robert - robert@followyourdreampodcast.com Follow Robert's band, Project Grand Slam, and his music:Website - www.projectgrandslam.comYouTubeSpotify MusicApple MusicEmail - pgs@projectgrandslam.com  

Hey music lovers! Lots to spin on this month's show, with a world exclusive from Planky and Akil the MC from J5, some picks from the forthcoming Analog Mutants album, a spot of Sigma & Dynamite MC, the new Nightmares On Wax, and fresh tracks from the Dusty Donuts Classics and Superjock record labels.Plus, a B2B Shake Up Mix taking in some of the early 2000's party beats that were a big influence on our early sound, and a free track giveaway from The Allergies Vaults. Come get some!

Chris Forsberg and Kayla Burton react to the Celtics' 128-101 blowout loss to the Houston Rockets. In what is the definition of a ‘turn the page' game, the two look at some of the silver linings from the loss before looking ahead to Monday's matchup against the Jazz. 1:45- Kayla's Headline: “Scheierman, Shy No Mo'”7:00: Forsberg's Headline: “We're on to Utah”21:10- Lightning Round Presented by 24 Auto Group WATCH every episode of the Celtics Talk podcast on YouTubeFollow NBC Sports Boston:NBCSportsBoston.comX @NBCScelticsFacebookInstagramTikTok Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Portland and Denver play a fascinating game in a contrast of styles, with Jerami Grant getting revenge against his old team. Ja Morant pouts his way through a winnable game against the Lakers, then voices displeasure in the media afterward.Kawhi Leonard sends the Pelicans home with another loss.The Knicks' defense proved the perfect matchup for how the Bulls want to play offense.Plus a bit more on every other game of the night.Blazers vs. Nuggets — 0:00Lakers vs. Grizzlies — 25:32Clippers vs. Pelicans — 40:11Hawks vs. Pacers — 49:52Suns vs. Jazz — 51:46Bulls vs. Knicks — 53:16Celtics vs. Sixers — 1:01:39Raptors vs. Cavaliers — 1:10:24 Join Dunc'd On Prime! It's the only place to get every episode with Nate & Danny, plus every pod with John Hollinger & Nate as well!Use code PRESEASON25 for 35% off an annual subscription!Subscribe on YouTube to see our hilarious faces and, more importantly, see watch this free pod twice a week.Or, sign up for our FREE mailing list to get Dan Feldman's Daily Duncs with all the major topics around the league twice a week. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.