Podcast appearances and mentions of John Lennon

Today on Script Apart – Harris Dickinson: star of films like Babygirl and Triangle of Sadness, John Lennon in the upcoming Beatles biopics from Sam Mendes, and now, a formidable presence on the other side of the camera too. Urchin, the new drama written and directed by Harris, is a feature debut that “I cannot escape and I cannot forget,” to quote the Atomic Kitten song that plays in a pivotal scene. It's a story that hit close to home for me, quite literally. Harris lives kinda down the street from where I'm from. He shot a lot of Urchin in locations I used to tread every day before moving to LA earlier this year. And as we discuss in this spoiler conversation, we've both volunteered with local organisations a stone's throw from each other, providing support to unhoused people in east London. In fact, it was while doing this volunteer work one day that Harris conjured the idea for Urchin – a story about a young man sleeping rough in Hackney, struggling with addiction and poverty, played by Frank Dillane. If that sounds like a gritty social realist drama you've seen before, well, you're only half right. Urchin takes raw ingredients from that cinematic tradition and adds big, strange, lyrical leaps that make you feel the isolation and alienation that Frank's character, Mike, feels. It all leads up to an ending that's spine-tingling. In the conversation you're about to hear, Harris and I break down key scenes and characters from the film, the real-life problems he hopes the film helps draw attention towards – and of course, Atomic Kitten, because how could we not? I hope it makes you whole again, listeners. Script Apart is hosted by Al Horner and produced by Kamil Dymek. Follow us on Instagram, or email us on thescriptapartpodcast@gmail.com.To get ad-free episodes and exclusive content, join us on Patreon.Get coverage on your screenplay by visiting ScriptApart.com/coverage. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

What was it that made Paul McCartney's bass sound so unique?  We dive into that before welcoming our amazing guest, Diallo Riddle, and talking best Beatles roommates, a lot of Pee Wee's Big Adventure, the strange creepiness of The Magical Mystery Tour Cover, and the sped up b-side Rain.  Is it the best Beatles cover?  Where does it land on our big old list?  Listen in to find out.As always, you can find Team Blotto Beatles on Instagram (@blottobeatles) and Twitter / X (@blottobeatles), by emailing us (blottobeatles@gmail.com), or on the web (blottobeatles.com).  We want to hear from you!Please also take the time to rate and review us on Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.We have a shop!  Grab some merch.  You can always drunk dial us at 1.857.233.9793 to share your thoughts, feedback, confessions, and concerns to be featured in an upcoming episode. Enjoying the show? Buy us a beer via the tip jar (don't forget to include a message telling us what we should drink with the money).You know we're making a list of it, see the canonical, argument-ending list of Beatles songs we are assembling here: http://www.blottobeatles.com & listen to it on Spotify here.Please remember to always enjoy Blotto Beatles responsibly.Peace and Love.Hosts: Becker and TommyGuest: Diallo Riddle (@diallo)Executive Producer: Scotty C.Senior Director of Sonic Strategies: RBAssociate Musical Supervision: Tim Clark (@nodisassemble)Artist-in-Residence: Colin Driscoll (@theroyal.we)

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for December 17, 2025 is: espouse • ih-SPOWZ • verb To espouse an ideology, belief, etc., is to take it up and support it as a cause. Espouse is usually encountered in formal speech and writing. // The article explores some of the lesser-known viewpoints espoused by the charismatic leader. See the entry > Examples: “Crammed into a tiny apartment in Greenwich Village, they [Yoko Ono and John Lennon] immersed themselves in the city's counterculture, absorbing progressive politics whenever they weren't glued to the television set. Lennon's celebrity secured the duo a large platform to espouse these ideas ...” — Stephen Thomas Erlewine, Pitchfork, 11 Oct. 2025 Did you know? As you might guess, the words espouse and spouse are hitched, both coming from the Latin verb spondēre, meaning “to promise” or “to betroth.” In fact, the two were once completely interchangeable, with each serving as a noun meaning “a newly married person” or “a partner in marriage” and also as a verb meaning “to marry.” Their semantic separation began when the noun espouse fell out of use. Nowadays, espouse is almost exclusively encountered as a verb used in the figuratively extended sense “to commit to and support as a cause.”

Ivar Hamilton discusses the history and impact of CFNY, a Toronto radio station known for its free-form programming and support of new wave and punk music in the late 70's through to 1988. Ivar explains the station's evolution, its early support of artists like U2 and The Cocteau Twins, and its eventual shift to a more commercial format in 1988. We also covered Ivar's career transition to Polygram and later Universal, his role in promoting acts, and the challenges of adapting to digital platforms. Additionally, Matt mentions the upcoming documentary on CFNY, featuring interviews with key figures and artists. Ivar also mentioned his involvement in various radio shows, including a guest spot on "The Edge Time Machine" and hosting alternative Christmas music shows on stations like NYTheSpirit and The Bridge..The Sound Off Podcast Network has been assisting Ivar and Scot Turner launch their podcast, Music Milestones YYZ, which documents music history in Toronto. The podcast covers significant events, releases, and cultural references, often incorporating personal anecdotes from Ivar's 10 years at CFNY and 35 years at a major record label. Upcoming episodes will feature guests and discussions on notable musicians and events, such as the 45th anniversary of John Lennon's murder and the tours of Canadian classic rock bands in 2026.Please sign up for the SOUNDING OFF Newsletter. All the things that went unsaid on the show.Also we added the Sound Off Podcast to the The Open Podcast Prefix Project (OP3) A free and open-source podcast prefix analytics service committed to open data and listener privacy. You can be a nosey parker by checking out our downloads here.Thanks to the following organizations for supporting the show:Nlogic - TV & Radio Audience Data SolutionsMegatrax - Licensed Music for your radio station or podcast production company.Podderapp: Where podcasters can get access to their advanced data dashboard here.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This Week in Music History: December 15-21 | John Lennon’s Final UK Show, Pink Floyd’s The Wall, Nirvana MTV Unplugged & More Join Buzz Knight and Master of Music Mayhem Harry Jacobs for an unforgettable journey through music history on the Takin’ A Walk podcast! This week’s episode covers December 15-21, packed with legendary moments that shaped rock and roll forever. Featured Music History Highlights:

This Week in Music History: December 15-21 | John Lennon’s Final UK Show, Pink Floyd’s The Wall, Nirvana MTV Unplugged & More Join Buzz Knight and Master of Music Mayhem Harry Jacobs for an unforgettable journey through music history on the Takin’ A Walk podcast! This week’s episode covers December 15-21, packed with legendary moments that shaped rock and roll forever. Featured Music History Highlights:

2025 has been the Year of Superman, and Missing Frames has been celebrating James Gunn's new film by sitting down with some of the writers, artists, and actors who help make the Man of Steel so special. Past conversations have included comic legends Dan Jurgens, Mark Waid, Tom King, and Phillip Kennedy Johnson, reflections on Richard Donner's iconic film with Lauren Shuler Donner, and even a chat with Ma Kent herself, Neva Howell.Today's guest is another incredible talent: Jonah Lees, who appears in Superman as Dean Farr, one of Lex Luthor's LuthorCorp cronies, alongside his real-life twin brother, Christian. But Jonah's career extends far beyond Metropolis. A highlight of the conversation is his work with Richard Linklater and Ethan Hawke on Blue Moon, as well as his recent portrayal of John Lennon in the Brian Epstein biopic Midas Man. An actor, songwriter, musician, and director, Jonah is a multifaceted creative whose range is as impressive as it is exciting. What begins as a Superman celebration quickly becomes a love letter to many shared passions: Superman, Richard Linklater, and The Beatles.

Send us a textA Very 70's Christmas: Silent Nights and Scandalous LightsIt's the holidays and the Back in Time Brothers Lou and DJ Paulie are bringing Christmas cheer right here. Join us as we dive into A Very '70s Christmas, exploring the decade's grooviest most chaotic and most unforgettable holiday moments.On this episode, prepare for:• The Ultimate '70s Soundtrack: Hear 12 original non-cover Christmas songs from 1970–1979. We spin soulful classics by Donnie Hathaway ("This Christmas") and the anti-war anthem from John Lennon and Yoko Ono ("Happy Christmas (War Is Over)"). We rock out with glam anthems like Slade's "Merry Christmas Everybody" and Wizard's "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day," and feature progressive rock from Greg Lake ("I Believe in Father Christmas"). We also highlight The Kinks' social commentary with "Father Christmas" and the shimmering synthesizer sound of Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime."• Silent Nights and Scandalous Lights (Rock Talk): This segment reveals the drama behind the tinsel. Discover the high-pressure childhood of the Jackson 5 while recording their Christmas album which required endless touring rehearsals and late-night tapings. Hear about the near-disaster when a KISS pyro charge misfired during a 1974 Michigan show nearly turning the stage into a flaming ornament. Plus we cover the tense improvised creation of David Bowie and Bing Crosby's iconic "Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy" duet which was written on the spot because Bowie hated the original song.• Busted on the Back in Time Radio Show (Stupid Christmas Criminals): We expose bizarre true tales including the case of the drunk Santa who stole his own suit at a food court bar in Minneapolis the man who sabotaged a gingerbread house contest in Albany and the elf impersonator caught with three wallets stuffed in her tights at a corporate party in Columbus. We also recount the international case of the German ceramic mug thieves at a Munich Christmas market.• The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly of '70s Toys: Get nostalgic with the origins of the Nerf ball (the first indoor ball) and the beloved Atari 2600. Cringe at the anatomically correct Joey Stivic Baby Doll which had a "drink and wet feature." Finally remember the terrifying danger of toys like Lawn Darts (Jarts) which caused numerous injuries and deaths and shattering acrylic Clackers.Pull on those fuzzy slippers and turn up the volume—we're delivering soul glam rock and roll madness wrapped in one glittering holiday package.Support the showThanks for listening. Join us each Monday at 1pm Central at www.urlradio.net and follow us on Facebook!

John Lennon was a walking contradiction: a violent pacifist and a creative genius marred by creative inconsistency. Just as he was getting his groove back he was gunned down by Mark David Chapman, a self-loathing narcissist obsessed with his contradictory hero, as well as Lennon's musical rival, Todd Rundgren and J.D. Salinger's angsty Holden Caulfield from The Catcher In The Rye. Hear how all of these factors and more contributed to the musical icon's senseless murder in the second chapter of a two part Disgraceland episode. To see the full list of contributors, see the show notes at ⁠www.disgracelandpod.com⁠. This episode was originally published on July 10, 2018. To listen to Disgraceland ad free and get access to weekly bonus content and more, become a Disgraceland All Access member at ⁠disgracelandpod.com/membership⁠. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - ⁠GET THE NEWSLETTER⁠ Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: ⁠Instagram⁠ ⁠YouTube⁠ ⁠X⁠ (formerly Twitter)  ⁠Facebook Fan Group⁠ ⁠TikTok To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Some years ago, when Jonathan Krane was producing my films and married to the Oscar nominated actress Sally Kellerman - who was Luana Anders closest pal on the planet - my wife and I had a Christmas dinner at Sally and Jonathan's home. Frank Gehry was there - by himself, so my wife and I, both children of architects sat down to have a lively conversation about everything under the sun. So the other day, after Frank passed, I had the "feeling" or awareness that he was willing to join our podcast - mainly because we've interviewed so many pals of his. Frank was in "group therapy" with Sydney Pollack, Sally, Jonathan, Luana - Blake Edwards, Dudley Moore and others... Milton Wexler was the renowned psychotherapist who ran the group, and remained a famous therapist until the end of his life. But because I knew Sally was in the group - I made that the "bell ringer" for myself - if I asked to speak to Frank and Sally showed up ("Hot Lips" in the original MASH) I knew it was him. And that's what happens in the podcast. Frank stops by to talk about his journey - and I was startled to see that his favorite building was the home of Norton Simon - which I didn't know he designed when I went to Sally and Jonathan's wedding at the palatial estate. But there you have it - I don't even know if Jennifer said "Venice" and I heard "Malibu" - I'll have to check the tape, but that's where my mind went. And yes, Jennifer Jones did offer to have our wedding at her home - but we didn't go that path.  Funny to remember it now and in this fashion. It's another mind bending podcast and serves as a reminder; they aren't gone; they're just not here. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and for folks like Frank who are Jewish; Happy Hannukah!

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

John Lennon was a walking contradiction: a violent pacifist and a creative genius marred by creative inconsistency. Just as he was getting his groove back, he was gunned down by Mark David Chapman, a self-loathing narcissist who was obsessed with his contradictory hero, as well as with Lennon's musical rival, Todd Rundgren and J.D. Salinger's angsty, Holden Caulfield from The Catcher In The Rye. Hear how all of these factors and more contributed to the musical icon's senseless murder in the first installment of a two part Disgraceland episode. To see the full list of contributors, see the show notes at ⁠www.disgracelandpod.com⁠. This episode was originally published on July 10, 2018. To listen to Disgraceland ad free and get access to weekly bonus content and more, become a Disgraceland All Access member at ⁠disgracelandpod.com/membership⁠. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - ⁠GET THE NEWSLETTER⁠ Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: ⁠Instagram⁠ ⁠YouTube⁠ ⁠X⁠ (formerly Twitter)  ⁠Facebook Fan Group⁠ ⁠TikTok To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Steve Gorman and Sean Ono Lennon talk about War is Over!, Sean's short film inspired by the music of his parents, John Lennon and Yoko Ono, why the hardest part of releasing a movie comes after the film is complete and the importance of being an optimist, especially today. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Zum Fast-Finale unserer Reihe schauen wir zurück auf die Band, mit der das, was wir Pop nennen, überhaupt mal angefangen hat. John, Paul, George und Ringo haben aus ihrer Liebe zur schwarzen Musik, traditioneller britischer Songschreiberkunst, ganz viel Talent, Lässigkeit und Mut zur Innovation ihr eigenes Ding namens Beatles gemacht. Ihre Melodien sind manchmal genial einfach wie Kinderlieder, auf der anderen Seite ihre Errungenschaften in Songwriting und Studio-Arbeit doch so experimentell und bahnbrechend. Sie sind heute noch weltweit die Nummer 1, mit zwischen einer halben und ganzen Milliarde verkaufter Platten die erfolgreichste Band aller Zeiten – obwohl es sie nur 10 Jahre lang gab. Ihre Lieder wehen durch Hochzeitsfeiern, Indie-Clubs, Fußballstadien, Kaufhausradios und Grundschulen. The Beatles sind so allgegenwärtig, dass sich diese Zeilen hier zu schreiben absolut lächerlich anfühlt – weil das sowieso jeder weiß. Beatles-Fan und Journalisten-Kollege Johannes Paetzold und Marc Mühlenbrock aus der Stereo.Typen-Crew haben trotzdem versucht, die einmalige Karriere der Fab Four nachzuerzählen. Und sind in Sachen Vollständigkeit sicherlich kläglich gescheitert. Aber #114TheBeatles ist sehr reich an persönlichen Geschichten und Erinnerungen. Auch derer von John Lennon, Paul McCartney und Ringo Starr, die allesamt zu Wort kommen.

To coincide with this week's "Fun for All Ages" salute to 1960s and '70s New York television, GGACP revisits this 2014 interview with a legend of local broadcasting, the one and only Joe Franklin. In this episode, Gilbert and Frank drop in on Joe's infamously cluttered (an understatement!) Times Square office to nosh on chicken salad, dodge falling stacks of collectibles and ask the “King of Nostalgia” about his memories of Charlie Chaplin, Woody Allen, Buster Keaton, Frank Sinatra, Barbra Streisand and John Lennon (to name but a few). PLUS: The Ramones! Remembering the Toastmaster General! Joe interviews Boris Karloff (and Bela Lugosi?)! And the greatest entertainer of all time! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Grab a beer and join us tonight for another installment of Necro Overtime! We're marking the 45th anniversary of John Lennon's murder by talking less about Mark David Chapman and more about his wife Gloria. How she was just photographed up in Buffalo still wearing her wedding ring, why she moved from Hawaii to New York to be closer to his prison, and what their strange, super-religious prison marriage has looked like over the years. Then we'll head to Washington state for the latest on Gary Ridgway, the reports that he's in end-of-life care versus the DOC saying that's not true. https://www.necronomipod.com https://www.patreon.com/necronomipod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this live conversation at Shakespeare & Company in Paris, Adam Biles speaks with writer Ian Leslie about John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs, Leslie's acclaimed exploration of the creative and emotional bond at the heart of The Beatles. Together they trace John Lennon and Paul McCartney's relationship from their first meeting as bereaved teenagers in Liverpool, through the crucible of Hamburg, the frenzy of Beatlemania, and the artistic revolutions of the 1960s. Leslie explains why their partnership was neither simple friendship nor sibling rivalry, but a passionate, volatile, and profoundly collaborative romance—one that shaped their music as much as their music shaped them. They discuss myth-making around the band's breakup, why McCartney's reputation took decades to recover, and how John and Paul remained “entangled particles” long after going their separate ways. A rich, moving conversation about genius, chemistry, and the power of creative partnership.Buy John & Paul, A Love Story in Songs: https://www.shakespeareandcompany.com/books/john-and-paul*lan Leslie is a journalist and author of two acclaimed books on human behaviour, Born Liars, and Curious. His first career was in advertising, where he worked as a strategist for some of the world's biggest brands at ad agencies in London and New York. He now counsels business leaders on communication and writes about psychology, technology, politics and business for the New Statesman, Economist, Guardian and the Financial Times. He is the co-host of a podcast series called Polarised, on the way we do politics today. lan is a fellow of the Royal Society of Arts. He lives in London with his wife and two young children.Adam Biles is Literary Director at Shakespeare and Company.Listen to Alex Freiman's latest EP, In The Beginning: https://open.spotify.com/album/5iZYPMCUnG7xiCtsFCBlVa?si=h5x3FK1URq6SwH9Kb_SO3w Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

| This episode is available a week early for members of The Rest Is History Club | What happens when fame, drugs, and genius collide? How did the Beatles survive John Lennon's “more popular than Jesus” interview and the death of Brian Epstein? And, why did the band eventually break up? Conan O'Brien returns with Tom to dive into the Beatles' final years: rooftop gigs, groundbreaking records, and the inner conflicts that defined - and arguably destroyed - the band. The Beatles' nine-part “Anthology” documentary series has been restored and is now available to watch on Disney+. Thank you to Apple Corps and Disney for the opportunity to use archive from the Anthology in these special Beatles episodes. Hive. Know your power. Visit https://hivehome.com to find out more. Get our exclusive NordVPN deal here ➼ https://nordvpn.com/restishistory It's risk-free with Nord's 30-day money-back guarantee ✅ _______ Twitter: @TheRestHistory @holland_tom @dcsandbrook Video Editor: Jack Meek / Harry Swan Social Producer: Harry Balden Assistant Producer: Aaliyah Akude Producer: Tabby Syrett Senior Producer: Theo Young-Smith Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

"I really thought I had come up with something a few years ago. But it wasn't me. It wasn't John Lennon either, no matter what you read on the Internet. It was Brazilian writer and journalist Fernando Sabino: 'Everything will be okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.' "This is my faith. This is my hope. This is what keeps me going, keeps me believing, keeps me looking toward the future. This is why I continue to follow Jesus - best I can and fail as I do. Because: 'God, who gives all grace, will make everything right.' In the words of the Serenity Prayer: 'He will make all things right if I surrender to his will…'"

Send us a textOrder a copy of my debut film, Cape Cod Cthulhu!The 30th anniversary of a movie that changed the industry. Some of the worst Christmas specials ever made. A video game that might have only sold 27 copies?Episode 223 is leaving the gift of GenX nostalgia under the tree.It all begins with a look back at a movie that changed the industry. Toy Story could have been just another animated film, but instead it ushered in a whole new way of creating hit movies. 30 years ago it burst onto the scene and nothing was the same. We take a look back at what made this film so groundbreaking.Some video games smash sales records. Then there is Uncle Henry's Playground. Is it true that this game only sold 27 copies in the U.S.? It's hard to say for sure but the fact is this game has become a punchline and a curiosity in the nearly 30 years since it was released to crickets.Like lumps of coal in a stocking, this week's Top 5 is filled with things you wouldn't want to see. We will look at some of the worst Christmas specials ever produced. Poor stories, poor animation, and nonsensical descriptions are all represented on this list.There is a brand new This Week In History and Time Capsule, looking back at the tragic death of music legend John Lennon.You can support my work by becoming a member on Patreon. Or you can Buy Me A Coffee!Helpful Links from this EpisodeBuy My New Book, In Their Footsteps!Searching For the Lady of the Dunes True Crime BookHooked By Kiwi - Etsy.comDJ Williams MusicKeeKee's Cape Cod KitchenChristopher Setterlund.comCape Cod Living - Zazzle StoreSubscribe on YouTube!Initial Impressions 2.0 BlogCJSetterlundPhotos on EtsyCape Cod Cthulhu: Exclusive InterviewListen to Episode 222 hereSupport the show

Yoko Ono n'est jamais devenue Mme Lennon. On fit de cette muse une manipulatrice, assoiffée par la goût du pouvoir et la couleur de l'argent. Mais sans jamais savoir ce que cachait réellement son malicieux sourire... La veuve de John Lennon, gardienne de sa mémoire, donnera beaucoup d'interviews mais livrera bien peu de secrets. Un mystère derrière des lunettes noires qui n'ont jamais été faites pour la cacher, dit-elle, mais pour la protéger... Chaque mercredi, retrouvez en podcast le meilleur de "Confidentiel". Tous les épisodes d'Ophélie Meunier, Anthony Martin et Jean-Alphonse Richard sont à retrouver sur RTL.fr et l'application RTL.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Sean Lennon stops by to talk about his newly released animated short, War is Over. Plus, a free session with Dr. Love and all the best tips to fall in love this holiday season. (00:00:00) News & Sports(00:10:35) Entertainment Report(00:40:28) Survey Says(01:16:56) Bizarre File(01:24:01) Kid's TV/Movies That Terrify Kids(01:45:58) Dr. Love (02:30:48) Sean Lennon, Bizarre File(02:49:37) Hollywood Trash & Music News(03:00:03) Wrap UpSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

TrulySignificant.com honors John Lennon on the 45th anniversary of his assassination. Featured on this show is the talented Darin Murphy, featured in the Broadway musical Lennon. Hear the inside story on John Lennon based on Darin doing the show through a beautiful blog that Ariana Huffington published. Enjoy this and the rare insightful stories about John Lennon through the lens of Darin Murphy who channeled his best Lennon on Broadway with Yoko Ono in the audience. When I was born in the fall of1964, the Beatles had just completed a full-scale invasion of the world (they actually were greeted as liberators). In my home the sound of the Beatles was like mother's milk, and the voice of John Lennon was as recognizable as those of my own parents. It was the envy of the music industry and ironically, John himself despised it, but in no way could it ever be mistaken for anyone else's. And I couldn't get enough of it. “Psychedelic vision is reality to me and always was. When I looked in the mirror at twelve, thirteen…I'd trance out and watch my face changing, becoming cosmic and complete. My eyes would get bigger and the room would vanish.” On December 8, 1980, I was 16 and watching Monday Night Football as Howard Cosell announced John's murder to America. Many would say that a part of them died that night, but not me. On the contrary, a part of me was born. I had always been an admirer, but suddenly I identified with John more than ever, and I discovered I could deliver a spot-on impression of that distinct voice. When I acquired my first 4- track tape machine, I would dissect the Beatles' recordings and recreate them as closely as possible. Those recordings eventually led to a job performing in a Lennon production on Broadway, which was seen by Arianna Huffington, which led to you reading this at this moment. That's just one of many serendipities and synchronicities that occurred within the cast and crew of LENNON over this past year, and they fed profound energy to a project that was already unique to anything else any of us had ever done. For all of us in the company, and Yoko Ono, who visited often, LENNON was a spiritual trip that transcended both show and show business, and I got to know a few sides of John that I hadn't before. Though we were dealing with a forty-year-long story that ended a quarter century ago, many of us, onstage and in the seats, felt as though we were actually experiencing John in the here and now. Perhaps that is where the real story of John Lennon lies, not in the places and dates and times, but in the people who have experienced him. There are those close to John who were enchanted by his charm, warmed by his generosity, frustrated by his stubbornness and wounded by his cruelty. And there are those far from him who are captivated by his charisma, inspired or enraged by his politics,enamored by his expressions of love or, like me, galvanized by his craftsmanship and charged by his spirit. Today as much as ever, artists use the talents of John Lennon the way Native Americans used the bison. Besides his musicianship and sensibility, we gain inspiration from his work ethic, his intellect, his literary skills, his presence onscreen, his comic timing, his artistic boldness, his naked candor, and his philosophy on life, which changed shape as his search for his own authenticity widened. “…The hardest thing is facing yourself. It's much easier to shout “Revolution” and “Power to the People” than it is to take a look at yourself; find out what's real inside you and what isn't, when you're pulling the wool over your own eyes, that's the hardest one.' It was no accident that Lennon left such a lasting musical legacy. He and McCartney had set out to do it purposely, to create music for future audiences as well as their own. But John had an even loftier goal: advancing the evolution of human consciousness. He talked and sang about it constantly, about how everyone could make it happen just by getting their minds together, “projecting our images in space and in time…raising the spirit of peace and love.” But he also warned us that the responsibility for bringing about such change lies in each of us as individuals. “You have to do it yourself…I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you.” We've been challenged, more than ever now, to recognize the man- made forces that lie behind our suffering; the prisons we've built for ourselves by limiting our thinking and our perceptions of reality; the ego-influenced illusions by which we live and die. These issues are front-page headlines, right now, every day, and that is why the words and dreams of John Lennon matter every bit as much now as they did then. At the heart of the matter is Truth, and it's important to realize, as Lennon did, that Truth is not some inanimate object to be manipulated, but a natural force living in the fabric of the soul that must be respected. But first, it helps to remember the most simple and basic of all the man's messages, the one he repeated over and over and would no doubt utter again if he had one more moment among us: I Love You. And we love you, too, John. Thanks!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/success-made-to-last-legends--4302039/support.

Maureen talks about John Lennon, gifting, Ozempic and gay hockey smut / Christmas baking / A concert breaks out at a dinner party / Where were you when Lennon died / Back selling records / The Farm Boy hernia / Dan Duran the anchorman Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Good Morning BT with Bo Thompson and Beth Troutman | Tuesday, December 9th, 2025. 6:05 Beth’s Song of the Day 6:20 Charlotte City Council hires PR firm for $3.4 million to address CATS "image" 6:35 Guest: Congressman Ralph Norman - Charlotte light rail stabbing reaction 6:50 RAM Biz Update; Paramount making aggressive bid for Warner Bros. 7:05 Panthers look to avenge loss to Saints this weekend 7:20 Buzzfeed Article: 49 items that have disappeared from the dinner table 7:35 49 items that have disappeared from the dinner table cont. 7:50 Beth fights for Olive Loaf...The Text Line is on team Beth 8:05 Mark Garrison joins Bo and Beth to talk Charlotte City Council meeting 8:20 GMBT Fantasy football update...Bernie accused of collusion 8:35 Dirty Restaurant Tuesday with Mark Garrison 8:50 Guest: Breaking Brett Jensen - Light rail latest | WBT moving to 107.9 FM 9:05 45 years ago: John Lennon assassinated 9:20 GMBTeam poll: first major news event you remember from childhood 9:50 GMBTeam poll: first major news event you remember from childhood cont.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

December 8th is the 45th anniversary of John Lennon's death. In this very revealing interview, I talk with Earl Slick, guitarist on Double Fantasy. Earl talks about recording John's final album, Lennon's sense of humour, and how Earl found out about John's murder. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to an extraordinary edition of the Takin’ A Walk podcast from Buzz Knight music and the “Master of Music Mayhem,” Harry Jacobs. This comprehensive look at weekly music history explores one of the most emotionally complex weeks in rock and roll history, spanning December 8th through December 14th. From tragic losses to groundbreaking debuts, this week encompasses the full spectrum of music history’s most pivotal moments. John Lennon’s Assassination: December 8, 1980 - A Day That Changed Music Forever The episode opens with perhaps the darkest day in rock music history: December 8, 1980, when John Lennon was shot and killed outside The Dakota apartment building in New York City. Buzz Knight and Harry Jacobs provide intimate personal recollections of this Beatles tragedy that shocked the world. For listeners of this weekly music history episode note the Buzz Knight music podcast replay of "Takin A Walk" with the incredible Julian Lennon. The Beatles Reunion: Free as a Bird and the Anthology Era Moving from tragedy to reunion, the episode explores December 9, 1995, when the Beatles released “Free as a Bird”—the first new Beatles music in 24 years. Both hosts were working together at WZLX in Boston during this momentous release, bringing their firsthand perspective to this Beatles reunion moment. The track, built around a John Lennon demo with contributions from Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, represented a technological and emotional achievement in music history. Harry admits his initial underwhelm with the track, noting that while “Free as a Bird” generated enormous curiosity worldwide, it never achieved the status of Beatles classics like “Ticket to Ride,” “Help!,” or songs from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. The honest assessment reflects how even beloved artists can struggle to recapture past magic, and both hosts acknowledge they haven’t revisited the song since its release. This candid discussion provides valuable context for understanding fan expectations versus artistic reality in music reunion projects. The Blues Brothers Phenomenon: From Saturday Night Live to Cultural Institution December 9, 1978 marks the Saturday Night Live debut of the Blues Brothers, a moment that transformed comedy sketch into legitimate musical force. The episode provides deep insights into how Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi created this blues and R&B supergroup, enlisting Paul Shaffer, Lou Marini, Duck Dunn, and Steve Cropper, who just passed away—the latter two being legendary members of Booker T. and the MGs and key figures in the Stax Records sound that defined Memphis soul music and produced classics like “Soul Man” and “Green Onions.” Howard Shore, who served as Saturday Night Live’s musical director, recognized the potential in Aykroyd and Belushi’s blues performances and helped facilitate their transition from comedy bit to recording artists. The hosts discuss how this comedy-music crossover assembled world-class musicians around a satirical concept that became genuinely respected in the music community. The Blues Brothers represented a unique fusion of comedy and music that introduced younger audiences to blues legends and R&B classics. The conversation explores Tom “Bones” Malone, a guest on Buzz’s podcast, who joined the Blues Brothers band and played trombone with Blood, Sweat & Tears before becoming part of the SNL band. The episode details the evolution of the band from initial concept to full touring and recording entity, with Buzz noting the impressive live performances featuring the Blues Brothers’ acrobatic stage show, where the larger-than-life Belushi performed cartwheels, splits, and handstands that would later inspire Chris Farley’s physical comedy style. The Blues Brothers soundtrack, featuring “Briefcase Full of Blues” and subsequent albums, has “stood the test of time” according to both hosts. Songs like “Rubber Biscuit,” performed with Matt “Guitar” Murphy, and the memorable Aretha Franklin diner scene where Jake orders “four fried chickens and a Coke,” remain embedded in popular culture. The authentic musicianship combined with comedic brilliance created something that transcended both genres, making the Blues Brothers a permanent fixture in American music history. Otis Redding’s Legacy and Tragic Death: December 10, 1967 The episode takes a somber turn with December 10, 1967, the day Otis Redding died in a plane crash near Madison, Wisconsin, along with members of the Bar-Kays. The timing of this tragedy magnifies its impact—Redding had recorded ”(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay” just three days earlier, and the song hadn’t yet been released. The track became a posthumous number-one hit, cementing Redding’s status as one of soul music’s greatest artists, though he never lived to see its success. Wings Over America: McCartney’s Epic Live Album - December 10, 1976 December 10, 1976 brought the release of Wings Over America, Paul McCartney’s triple live album documenting his 1975-1976 tour with Wings. The episode explores the rarity of triple albums in music history, particularly live albums of such scope and ambition. The hosts discuss the bootleg album called “Wings from Wings” that allegedly forced McCartney’s hand, rushing the official release to market before bootleggers could dominate sales. Harry reveals the meticulous production process behind Wings Over America, noting that McCartney collected 8,000 hours of live recordings from the tour. The legendary Beatles bassist and singer then personally mixed the album, listening to five different versions of every song before selecting the best performances. The final album was crafted to sound like a single concert experience, though it actually represented the best moments culled from the entire tour—a production approach that set standards for live albums. The episode highlights how “Maybe I’m Amazed” from this album became the definitive version for many fans, surpassing even the studio recording in emotional power and musical execution. The album also featured several Beatles songs including “Yesterday” and “Bluebird,” allowing McCartney to honor his past while showcasing his post-Beatles work with Wings. This balance between Beatles nostalgia and new material demonstrated McCartney’s artistic evolution while satisfying longtime fans. Early Genesis and Progressive Rock Evolution December 11, 1972 saw Genesis release “Foxtrot,” their fifth studio album and a landmark in progressive rock history. The episode explores this Peter Gabriel-era Genesis and the band’s evolution through various lineups. Harry recalls “Watcher of the Skies” as a standout track, while both hosts discuss later Genesis classics like “The Carpet Crawlers” from “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.” The conversation reveals differing perspectives on Genesis eras, with Buzz preferring the Peter Gabriel period and later Phil Collins-fronted work, while Harry admits his fandom developed more during the “Trick of the Tail” era following Gabriel’s departure. This honest exchange reflects how progressive rock bands often created distinct identities across lineup changes, appealing to different audiences in different eras. Buzz shares a memorable concert experience seeing Genesis with double drumming featuring Phil Collins and Bill Bruford (renowned for his work with Yes and King Crimson). This unique configuration represented Genesis at a transitional moment, experimenting with expanded instrumentation before settling into the trio format that would define their later commercial success. The “Trick of the Tail” tour demonstrated the band’s ability to continue without their iconic frontman, eventually leading to Collins taking over lead vocals permanently. The episode takes an unexpected turn to December 12, 1901, when Guglielmo Marconi sent the first transatlantic radio signal from Cornwall to Newfoundland. This moment in broadcasting history laid the foundation for everything that followed, including the careers of Buzz and Harry as radio professionals. Harry jokes about Buzz working for Marconi in 1901, highlighting the self-deprecating humor that characterizes their chemistry while acknowledging that without Marconi’s invention, they would never have met or built careers in radio. This historical perspective reminds listeners that music distribution, radio broadcasting, and the entire infrastructure of modern music industry traces back to pioneering moments like Marconi’s transmission. The evolution of radio technology from those first signals to contemporary podcast production represents over a century of innovation that transformed how humans experience and share music globally. The Clash’s London Calling: Punk’s Masterpiece - December 14, 1979 December 14, 1979 saw the Clash release “London Calling” in the UK, a double album that transcended punk rock limitations to incorporate reggae, rockabilly, ska, and R&B influences. The hosts recall the album’s innovative approach, including the hidden track “Train in Vain,” which became a hit despite not being listed on the original album cover—a marketing trick that created mystique and rewarded attentive listeners. Support the show: https://takinawalk.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Kim in Connecticut called Mark to discuss the issue with Mayor-Elect Zohran Mamadani wanting to end homeless encampments in NYC. Her area has the same issue with homeless people. Mike in Florida called Mark to remind him it's been 45 years since singer John Lennon passed away. Dems are clever in their ways of navigating!

Kim in Connecticut called Mark to discuss the issue with Mayor-Elect Zohran Mamadani wanting to end homeless encampments in NYC. Her area has the same issue with homeless people. Mike in Florida called Mark to remind him it's been 45 years since singer John Lennon passed away. Dems are clever in their ways of navigating! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We can't tell the story any better than this annual repeat episode about one of our favorites, John Lennon! John meant the world, to most people, and definitely to both of us. His music, his message, and his fun way of spreading it, attracted so many to him. One wicked soul saw things differently than most. He took John's life on 12/8/1980... Forgiveness is a virtue, but forgive us for being less than virtuous in our disdain for that man. For us, the living, we have found ways to move forward for decades now. This episode, repeated this week, has helped some of those who still mourn. Markus and Ray had two very different evenings on December 8th, 1980. Hear their stories, and a Rock & Roll intersection on that date, and the mournful night after. Thank you, and here's our best wishes for a happy holiday season, whichever one(s) you celebrate. And If like us, you mark them ALL...let's party!!! Special thanks to producer Tony "Shoes" Maddox for his original production on the flashback part of this episode! Don't forget that you can find all of our episodes, on-demand, for free right here on our web site: https://imbalancedhistory.com/  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hey there, everyone. I'd like to welcome you to a special edition of the podcast - a joint creation between Why Music Matters and The Buffalo History Museum.  This episode, which we've named 12/8/80 (In the Name of Love), was created with my good friend Anthony Greco, Director of Exhibits at The Buffalo History Museum, and creator and host of the Museum's podcast. The episode explores an evening that changed the world for the worse. And it turns out that there's an interesting Buffalo angle to the story of this tragic night. On December 8, 1980, as a then-unknown band called U2 played to a sparse crowd as they opened for the power trio Talas at Stage One, just outside Buffalo, the world was upended by the murder of John Lennon. Lennon's death transformed an ordinary evening into a defining moment in music and cultural history. This episode tells the story of that night. I'd like to thank Anthony Greco for his outstanding work on this joint venture. And shout-outs are in order to Willie Nile and Billy Sheehan, both of whom were kind enough to share their memories of that fateful evening with me. Additional thanks to WKBW in Buffalo, who shared with us an excerpt of their 2017 interview with Bruce Moser - a Buffalo promoter and dear friend who played a significant role in breaking U2 in the American Northeast, way back in 1980. Bruce passed away in 2020. This joint podcast is dedicated to his memory, with thanks for all he gave - to Buffalo, and to the world. We all miss you, Bruce. Thanks for joining us. Take it away, Anthony Greco…

We can't tell the story any better than this annual repeat episode about one of our favorites, John Lennon! John meant the world, to most people, and definitely to both of us. His music, his message, and his fun way of spreading it, attracted so many to him. One wicked soul saw things differently than most. He took John's life on 12/8/1980... Forgiveness is a virtue, but forgive us for being less than virtuous in our disdain for that man. For us, the living, we have found ways to move forward for decades now. This episode, repeated this week, has helped some of those who still mourn. Markus and Ray had two very different evenings on December 8th, 1980. Hear their stories, and a Rock & Roll intersection on that date, and the mournful night after. Thank you, and here's our best wishes for a happy holiday season, whichever one(s) you celebrate. And If like us, you mark them ALL...let's party!!! Special thanks to producer Tony "Shoes" Maddox for his original production on the flashback part of this episode! Don't forget that you can find all of our episodes, on-demand, for free right here on our web site: https://imbalancedhistory.com/  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's been 45 years since the senseless murder of John Lennon, and The Rocklopedia Fakebandica celebrates his life in the way we know how: through fake bands based on The Beatles, and the fake bands The Beatles themselves created!

With time winding down on the Buffalo Bills season, and on the time the current Highmark Stadium has left, we take a part of today's show to walk down memory lane and re-visit some of your favorite memories at Highmark Stadium, whether it was a sporting event, concert, whatever the case, what was your favorite event you attended at the current Highmark Stadium? Also, we discuss cute things your pets do, and with today marking the 45th anniversary of the assassination of John Lennon, we ask where you were and how you found out about it.

This week's show, after a John Lennon memorial: brand new Voxtrot, The Damned, DIIV, Joe Pernice, Trolley, Bevis Frond, Geese, and Flying Vipers (with Roger Miller), plus The Beatles, Otis Redding, Flying Burrito Brothers, Utopia, Faron Young, (the oth...

Welcome to an extraordinary edition of the Takin’ A Walk podcast with host Buzz Knight and the self-proclaimed “Master of Music Mayhem,” Harry Jacobs. This comprehensive music history podcast episode explores one of the most emotionally complex weeks in rock and roll history, spanning December 8th through December 14th. From tragic losses to groundbreaking debuts, this week encompasses the full spectrum of music history’s most pivotal moments. John Lennon’s Assassination: December 8, 1980 - A Day That Changed Music Forever The episode opens with perhaps the darkest day in rock music history: December 8, 1980, when John Lennon was shot and killed outside The Dakota apartment building in New York City. Buzz Knight and Harry Jacobs provide intimate personal recollections of this Beatles tragedy that shocked the world. The Beatles Reunion: Free as a Bird and the Anthology Era Moving from tragedy to reunion, the episode explores December 9, 1995, when the Beatles released “Free as a Bird”—the first new Beatles music in 24 years. Both hosts were working together at WZLX in Boston during this momentous release, bringing their firsthand perspective to this Beatles reunion moment. The track, built around a John Lennon demo with contributions from Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, represented a technological and emotional achievement in music history. Harry admits his initial underwhelm with the track, noting that while “Free as a Bird” generated enormous curiosity worldwide, it never achieved the status of Beatles classics like “Ticket to Ride,” “Help!,” or songs from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. The honest assessment reflects how even beloved artists can struggle to recapture past magic, and both hosts acknowledge they haven’t revisited the song since its release. This candid discussion provides valuable context for understanding fan expectations versus artistic reality in music reunion projects. The Blues Brothers Phenomenon: From Saturday Night Live to Cultural Institution December 9, 1978 marks the Saturday Night Live debut of the Blues Brothers, a moment that transformed comedy sketch into legitimate musical force. The episode provides deep insights into how Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi created this blues and R&B supergroup, enlisting Paul Shaffer, Lou Marini, Duck Dunn, and Steve Cropper, who just passed away—the latter two being legendary members of Booker T. and the MGs and key figures in the Stax Records sound that defined Memphis soul music and produced classics like “Soul Man” and “Green Onions.” Howard Shore, who served as Saturday Night Live’s musical director, recognized the potential in Aykroyd and Belushi’s blues performances and helped facilitate their transition from comedy bit to recording artists. The hosts discuss how this comedy-music crossover assembled world-class musicians around a satirical concept that became genuinely respected in the music community. The Blues Brothers represented a unique fusion of comedy and music that introduced younger audiences to blues legends and R&B classics. The conversation explores Tom “Bones” Malone, a guest on Buzz’s podcast, who joined the Blues Brothers band and played trombone with Blood, Sweat & Tears before becoming part of the SNL band. The episode details the evolution of the band from initial concept to full touring and recording entity, with Buzz noting the impressive live performances featuring the Blues Brothers’ acrobatic stage show, where the larger-than-life Belushi performed cartwheels, splits, and handstands that would later inspire Chris Farley’s physical comedy style. The Blues Brothers soundtrack, featuring “Briefcase Full of Blues” and subsequent albums, has “stood the test of time” according to both hosts. Songs like “Rubber Biscuit,” performed with Matt “Guitar” Murphy, and the memorable Aretha Franklin diner scene where Jake orders “four fried chickens and a Coke,” remain embedded in popular culture. The authentic musicianship combined with comedic brilliance created something that transcended both genres, making the Blues Brothers a permanent fixture in American music history. Otis Redding’s Legacy and Tragic Death: December 10, 1967 The episode takes a somber turn with December 10, 1967, the day Otis Redding died in a plane crash near Madison, Wisconsin, along with members of the Bar-Kays. The timing of this tragedy magnifies its impact—Redding had recorded ”(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay” just three days earlier, and the song hadn’t yet been released. The track became a posthumous number-one hit, cementing Redding’s status as one of soul music’s greatest artists, though he never lived to see its success. Wings Over America: McCartney’s Epic Live Album - December 10, 1976 December 10, 1976 brought the release of Wings Over America, Paul McCartney’s triple live album documenting his 1975-1976 tour with Wings. The episode explores the rarity of triple albums in music history, particularly live albums of such scope and ambition. The hosts discuss the bootleg album called “Wings from Wings” that allegedly forced McCartney’s hand, rushing the official release to market before bootleggers could dominate sales. Harry reveals the meticulous production process behind Wings Over America, noting that McCartney collected 8,000 hours of live recordings from the tour. The legendary Beatles bassist and singer then personally mixed the album, listening to five different versions of every song before selecting the best performances. The final album was crafted to sound like a single concert experience, though it actually represented the best moments culled from the entire tour—a production approach that set standards for live albums. The episode highlights how “Maybe I’m Amazed” from this album became the definitive version for many fans, surpassing even the studio recording in emotional power and musical execution. The album also featured several Beatles songs including “Yesterday” and “Bluebird,” allowing McCartney to honor his past while showcasing his post-Beatles work with Wings. This balance between Beatles nostalgia and new material demonstrated McCartney’s artistic evolution while satisfying longtime fans. Early Genesis and Progressive Rock Evolution December 11, 1972 saw Genesis release “Foxtrot,” their fifth studio album and a landmark in progressive rock history. The episode explores this Peter Gabriel-era Genesis and the band’s evolution through various lineups. Harry recalls “Watcher of the Skies” as a standout track, while both hosts discuss later Genesis classics like “The Carpet Crawlers” from “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.” The conversation reveals differing perspectives on Genesis eras, with Buzz preferring the Peter Gabriel period and later Phil Collins-fronted work, while Harry admits his fandom developed more during the “Trick of the Tail” era following Gabriel’s departure. This honest exchange reflects how progressive rock bands often created distinct identities across lineup changes, appealing to different audiences in different eras. Buzz shares a memorable concert experience seeing Genesis with double drumming featuring Phil Collins and Bill Bruford (renowned for his work with Yes and King Crimson). This unique configuration represented Genesis at a transitional moment, experimenting with expanded instrumentation before settling into the trio format that would define their later commercial success. The “Trick of the Tail” tour demonstrated the band’s ability to continue without their iconic frontman, eventually leading to Collins taking over lead vocals permanently. The episode takes an unexpected turn to December 12, 1901, when Guglielmo Marconi sent the first transatlantic radio signal from Cornwall to Newfoundland. This moment in broadcasting history laid the foundation for everything that followed, including the careers of Buzz and Harry as radio professionals. Harry jokes about Buzz working for Marconi in 1901, highlighting the self-deprecating humor that characterizes their chemistry while acknowledging that without Marconi’s invention, they would never have met or built careers in radio. This historical perspective reminds listeners that music distribution, radio broadcasting, and the entire infrastructure of modern music industry traces back to pioneering moments like Marconi’s transmission. The evolution of radio technology from those first signals to contemporary podcast production represents over a century of innovation that transformed how humans experience and share music globally. The Clash’s London Calling: Punk’s Masterpiece - December 14, 1979 December 14, 1979 saw the Clash release “London Calling” in the UK, a double album that transcended punk rock limitations to incorporate reggae, rockabilly, ska, and R&B influences. The hosts recall the album’s innovative approach, including the hidden track “Train in Vain,” which became a hit despite not being listed on the original album cover—a marketing trick that created mystique and rewarded attentive listeners. Support the show: https://musicsavedme.net/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Back on this day in 1980 John Lennon was shot and killed in New York City.  KTAR Timeline is brought to you by Beatitudes Campus. 

It was today in 1980, on a Monday even, that John Lennon was shot and killed in front of his apartment building in New York. We'll talk about the life and legacy of perhaps the most famous and prolific of the Fab Four.

On this BONUS EPISODE of CASCADE OF HISTORY, Feliks Banel presents vintage audio – recorded by him by holding his Sanyo tape recorder near the radio speaker on the night of December 8, 1980. Former Beatle John Lennon had been assassinated in New York City. In Seattle, on FM rock station KISW, legendary DJ Steve Slaton was on the air. Within minutes of the news reaching Seattle, he did what live and local radio used to do better than any other medium: he opened up the phone lines. In this long excerpt, we hear what amounts to a master class in how thoughtful, talented and local radio voices worked regularly to subtly build community, by connecting real live people in real-time to something bigger than themselves. Radio used to do this kind of thing every day of the week, and it was especially priceless during times of crisis or heartache. As most people know in 2025, while it has some value, social media can often feel hollow and algorithmic. The humanity is often scrubbed away and re-packaged. In this tape - from a defiantly human era of radio and a particularly heart-wrenching night - we hear a real person, organic and unfiltered and serving a mass audience, and providing that "community glue” that radio, in the right hands, can still do so well. The sound quality is not great, and during pregnant pauses, music from another station can be heard. The content is surprisingly raw, with both Slaton and one of the callers uttering expletives – which have been bleeped out after the fact (those expletives, remarkably, went out over the airwaves on December 8, 1980). CASCADE OF HISTORY is broadcast LIVE most Sunday nights at 8pm Pacific Time via flagship station SPACE 101.1 FM in Seattle and gallantly streams everywhere via www.space101fm.org. The radio station broadcasts from studios at historic Magnuson Park – located in the former Master-at-Arms' quarters in the old Sand Point Naval Air Station - on the shores of Lake Washington in Seattle. Subscribe to the CASCADE OF HISTORY podcast via most podcast platforms and never miss regular weekly episodes of Sunday night broadcasts as well as frequent bonus episodes.

Chaz and AJ opened the show talking about the anniversary of John Lennon's murder, only to take a call from a Tribe member who seemed to be intent to interrupt the conversation. (0:00)  Bobby Crabtree was on the phone with Chaz and AJ this morning to talk about Friday's Toy Drive, and agreed to a sound-alike competition during the show for tickets. Plus, Brian Foley called in to talk about the Waterbury jewelry heist. (2:56)  Shaye Roscoe from the Boys and Girls Club of Lower Naugatuck Valley called in to talk about the Chaz and AJ Toy Drive on Friday, and shared some context of the direct impact the event has had on the children she works with. (18:56) 

En ce début de semaine, RTL2 Pop-Rock Station installe une ambiance réconfortante entre grands classiques et nouveautés avec Fleetwood Mac, Eagles, Sonic Youth, Tame Impala ou encore Snow Patrol. La soirée est marquée par l'hommage à John Lennon, assassiné il y a 45 ans, avec "Just Like Starting Over". Neil Young est également à l'honneur avant l'arrivée de Bob Dylan et Eagles. L'album de la semaine "Unfolded" de Melody's Echo Chamber est mis en lumière avec "Daisy", tandis que la programmation enchaîne Bloodhound Gang, Billy Idol et une collaboration très attendue entre Gorillaz et Idles sur "The God Of Lying". La reprise de la soirée revisite "Rehab" d'Amy Winehouse dans une version industrielle signée Ministry, ouvrant la deuxième heure entre Franz Ferdinand, Sonic Youth, Therapy?, Tom Waits et Kasabian. La fin d'émission fait la part belle aux nouveautés avec Poppy et son futur album "Empty Hands", puis la découverte Fresh Fresh Fresh du jour : Ratboys, groupe indie rock de Chicago, attendu avec un sixième album en février. The Exploited, Tom Waits, Wet et Metallica viennent conclure cette soirée dense sur RTL2 Pop-Rock Station. Tame Impala - Dracula Snow Patrol - Called Out In The Dark John Lennon - (Just Like) Starting Over Fleetwood Mac - Silver Springs (Live) Neil Young & The Crazy Horse - Break The Chain Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone Dropkick Murphys - Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya Melody's Echo Chamber - Daisy (Feat. El Michels Affair) Eagles - New Kid In Town Bloodhound Gang - Fire Water Burn Billy Idol - Flesh For Fantasy Gorillaz - The God Of Lying (Feat. Idles) Ministry - Rehab Franz Ferdinand - (The Dark Of The) Matinée Imogen Heap - What Have You Done To Me ? The Surfaris - Wipe Out Sonic Youth - 100 % Poppy - Bruised Sky Prince - Kiss Kasabian - Shoot The Runner Ratboys - Anywhere Therapy? - Nowhere The Exploited - U.S.A. Tom Waits - The Piano Has Been Drinking Wet Leg - Chaise Longue Bruise Control - Gone To Ground Metallica - OneHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

A smiling John Lennon on Monday Night Football. A blunt 1970 interview that cut through the post‑Beatles haze. A late‑night Bermuda epiphany triggered by the B‑52s. We stitch together these scenes to tell a clear story of return, risk, and the ache of what never happened.We revisit Lennon's sharp takes on early solo albums, then jump to Howard Cosell's halftime chat where “It's always in the wind” floated a reunion hope. From there we follow the thread to Double Fantasy: phone‑call songwriting with Yoko, the decision to interleave their tracks, and the electric but shelved Cheap Trick‑backed version of I'm Losing You. The music reveals a man choosing domestic honesty over spectacle, and that choice rings loud on Watching The Wheels and Beautiful Boy. We also sit with the shock of December 8, 1980—how news broke live on TV, how radio turned into a vigil, and how listeners discovered deep cuts and new meanings in the days that followed.The legacy keeps evolving. Anthology 1 brought Free As A Bird to life from a worn cassette, reminding us that imperfections can feel truer than polish. New restoration tools now separate voices from tape hiss, reframing classics without erasing their warmth, and sparking debate around releases like Now And Then. We dig into early Beatles gems, Pete Best's late payday, and why Rubber Soul still feels like the band's great hinge moment. Seasonal staples make an appearance too—Lennon's reflective Happy Xmas and McCartney's gloriously divisive Wonderful Christmastime—because these songs hold our calendars as much as our hearts.Come for the stories, stay for the connective tissue: how culture, technology, and memory keep Lennon present. If this journey moved you, follow the show, share it with a friend who loves The Beatles, and leave a quick review so more listeners can find these conversations.Learn Something New orRemember Something OldContact us at musicinmyshoes@gmail.com with your own musical memories.Send us a one-way message. We can't answer you back directly, but it could be part of a future Music In My Shoes Mailbag!!!

December 7, 2025"A day that will live on in infamy" 22. The Beatles / Help 23. REM / Dream #9  24. Karen Souza / Strawberry Field25. Jeff Beck / A Day in the Life 26. Lucinda Williams / Have Yourself a Rockin' Little Christmas 27. Merle Haggard / If We Make It through December 28. Ray Charles / Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer29. Keb Mo / Christmas is Annoying30. Charles Taylor / A Christmas Message31. Christone Kingfish Ingram / Bad Like Me32. Carolyn Wonderland / Bad to the Bone 33. Chris Cain / Bad Dreams 34. Charlie Crockett / Bad Company 35. Matt Cox / Around the Bend 36. Kris Lager 80 on 80 37. Sebastian Lane / Floatin' Away 38. Hector Anchondo / Candy Shop

Un dia en la vida, aquel 8 de Diciembre de 1980, en el que una limusina se detuvo a las puertas del edificio Dakota de la ciudad de Nueva York y de ella descendieron John Lennon y Yoko Ono. Cruzaron por delante de un joven al que había firmado su último, “Double Fantasy” y este le disparó 5 balas por la espalda. Lennon se desplomó pero los detalles importan. El último desayuno, la última entrevista, la última sesión de fotos, la última canción...“ y la memoria de la mujer que le acompañaba cuando todo empezó en la distancia, Cynthia Lennon. En sus propias palabras. Puedes hacerte socio del Club Babel y apoyar este podcast: mundobabel.com/club Si te gusta Mundo Babel puedes colaborar a que llegue a más oyentes compartiendo en tus redes sociales y dejar una valoración de 5 estrellas en Apple Podcast o un comentario en Ivoox. Para anunciarte en este podcast, ponte en contacto con: mundobabelpodcast@gmail.com.

What does it mean to carry the legacy of a music icon while forging your own path? Join host Buzz Knight on this week’s episode of takin' a walk as he engages in an inspiring conversation that happened about a year ago with Julian Lennon, the son of the legendary John Lennon. Julian opens up about his latest photography book, Life's Fragile Moments, which not only showcases his artistic journey but also highlights his unwavering commitment to environmental conservation through the White Feather Foundation. As a musician and artist in his own right, Julian Lennon reflects on the challenges he faced while editing his photography, revealing the emotional weight of releasing this significant work alongside a major exhibition in Venice. This episode dives deep into the interconnectedness of art, music, and photography, emphasizing Julian's belief that creativity knows no boundaries. Through his experiences, he shares valuable insights into the importance of not being pigeonholed in any artistic medium, making this a must-listen for anyone interested in the music history podcast landscape. Buzz Knight skillfully navigates the conversation to explore Julian's diverse interests and his creative process, shedding light on how he balances multiple artistic endeavors. The discussion takes a candid turn as Julian opens up about his struggles with anxiety and depression, illustrating how walking serves as a therapeutic outlet for his mental well-being. This Julian Lennon interview episode is not just about art; it’s a testament to music and resilience, making it a poignant addition to the Buzz Knight podcast series. Listeners will find themselves captivated by Julian Lennon and his inspiring music stories, as he shares behind-the-scenes insights into his life and the Global Music Scene. The episode is rich with musician storytelling that resonates with anyone who has ever felt the weight of expectation or the desire to carve their own niche in the world of creativity. Whether you're a fan of indie music journeys or simply curious about the interviews with musicians that shape our cultural landscape, this episode of takin' a walk promises to deliver. Join us as we explore the inside stories of music and the profound impact and inspiration of art on our lives. Tune in to hear Julian's thoughts on the songwriting stories that have influenced him and the music history insights that come from living in the shadow of a legend while creating a legacy of his own. Don’t miss out on this enriching episode filled with profound reflections and the spirit of creativity!Support the show: https://takinawalk.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On the heels of the release of the excellent new documentary The Age of Disclosure, and our own recent mini and full episodes on Merle Haggard's UFO obsession, we discuss the likelihood that rockstars from John Lennon to Tom DeLonge are part of the UAP disclosure theory. We also talk to Psychopedia's Brooke Slater about Slayer and Jake's Ed Gein heebie jeebies. For more great Disgraceland episodes, dive into our extensive archive, including such episodes as: Episode 133 - Jimi Hendrix Episode 63 - Chet Baker Episode 212 - Elvis Presley and Johnny Ace Episode 71 - David Bowie To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The third part of Tony's chat with The Beatles biographer Ian Leslie, exploring the emotional and creative partnership between John Lennon and Paul McCartney. They discuss how Lennon's 1966 “more popular than Jesus” remark shook him, how the Beatles abandoned touring for studio experimentation, and how Yoko Ono and Linda Eastman became catalysts for John and Paul pulling apart. Business conflicts, especially over management, deepened divisions even as the band continued producing remarkable work, culminating in Abbey Road. Despite a turbulent breakup, Lennon and McCartney slowly rebuilt a loose friendship before Lennon's death, and the Beatles' artistic legacy continues to shape modern music.Hosted by Sir Tony Robinson | Instagram @sirtonyrobinsonProducer: Melissa FitzGerald | X @melissafitzgWithIan Leslie | www.ian-leslie.comIan Leslie is the author of acclaimed and bestselling books on human psychology and creativity which have been translated into over a dozen languages. Malcolm Gladwell describes him as “one of my favourite writers”. Ian has written for the Financial Times, the Economist, the New York Times, The Sunday Times, and the New Statesman, among others, covering everything from technology to politics to music.‘John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs' | https://ian-leslie.com/johnandpaul/The New York Times and Sunday Times bestseller Follow us on our socials:Instagram @cunningcastpod | X @cunningcastpod | YouTube @cunningcast and TikTok @cunningcast------- If you enjoy this podcast, please follow us and leave us a rating or review.Thank you, Love Tony x Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We had to start in the way all of the Beatlesphere is this week, with a reflection on the release of Beatles Anthology 2025.  Once we express our feelings on that, we transition into our episode proper and cover rock bands with two lives, our Beatles themed tombstones, some Paul love, some Jeff Tweedy love, mixed feeling on James McCartney, and the Beatles Beverly Hills phase.  From there we are joined by our favorite neighbor from the North, Ethan Alexanian, to discuss a little more about James McCartney and the Brill Building cover, Chains.As always, you can find Team Blotto Beatles on Instagram (@blottobeatles) and Twitter / X (@blottobeatles), by emailing us (blottobeatles@gmail.com), or on the web (blottobeatles.com).  We want to hear from you!Please also take the time to rate and review us on Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.We have a shop!  Grab some merch.  You can always drunk dial us at 1.857.233.9793 to share your thoughts, feedback, confessions, and concerns to be featured in an upcoming episode. Enjoying the show? Buy us a beer via the tip jar (don't forget to include a message telling us what we should drink with the money).You know we're making a list of it, see the canonical, argument-ending list of Beatles songs we are assembling here: http://www.blottobeatles.com & listen to it on Spotify here.Please remember to always enjoy Blotto Beatles responsibly.Peace and Love.Hosts: Becker and TommyGuest: Ethan Alexanian (@fansontherunpodcast)Executive Producer: Scotty C.Senior Director of Sonic Strategies: RBAssociate Musical Supervision: Tim Clark (@nodisassemble)Artist-in-Residence: Colin Driscoll (@theroyal.we)