Podcast appearances and mentions of Johnny B Good

Este é só um trecho da aula completa da música "Johnny B. Good", de Chuck Berry, que aparece no filme "De Volta para o Futuro" e que você encontra aqui no podcast "Aprenda Inglês com Música". Use a lupa do podcast para encontrar a aula completa para ouvir ;) Quer dar aquele up no seu inglês com a Teacher Milena ?

Este é só um trecho da aula completa da música "Johnny B. Good", de Chuck Berry, que aparece no filme "De Volta para o Futuro" e que você encontra aqui no podcast "Aprenda Inglês com Música". Use a lupa do podcast para encontrar a aula completa para ouvir ;) Quer dar aquele up no seu inglês com a Teacher Milena ?

Este é só um trecho da aula completa da música "Johnny B. Good", de Chuck Berry, que aparece no filme "De Volta para o Futuro" e que você encontra aqui no podcast "Aprenda Inglês com Música". Use a lupa do podcast para encontrar a aula completa para ouvir ;) Quer dar aquele up no seu inglês com a Teacher Milena ?

Lesson Two, and Two and a half.A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return. I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath, and she shooed me out of the bathroom. One night we watched a late movie I slept over, and ended up on the couch. Something didn't seem right about all of this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn't even happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was carrying a little higher, tonight, I'd say something tonight.I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into the living room, she wasn't there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Summer was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out "Yes!" She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her breathing was fast and shallow."How long have you been watching?" She asked, not looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic."Just a couple minutes." I said quietly looking down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She had raised her head and was looking at me."What's the matter?" She asked gently. I shrugged and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries."I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I'll put them on ice in the fridge." I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Summer was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance."Please tell me what's bothering you."I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a couple other items in the fridge."Nothing." I said, unconvincingly."It's just..." I started. I looked over at her and said."Never mind." I walked out to the yard looking around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up beside me."I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky, everything seems so much simpler." She said softly. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp."Why?" I asked softly."Why what, Pete?" She asked with surprising sincerity. "Why haven't we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask me." She urged.Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared. "Yes!" I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder. "Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for you?" I immediately sensed I'd gone too far and full well expected a slap. I'd deserve it if she did. I opened my eyes wide.She stood there looking at me, her eyes smoldering. She coolly pointed out. "Which one of us is the one standing here naked?" I stood there a moment longer, every muscle in my body taut like a drawn bow. I snapped and took hold of her and kissing her hard as our lips parted, tongues lashing out at each other like sparring fencers. Her arms wrapped around my waist pulling us together."Damn, I thought I you'd never come around." She said between kisses. I leaned back and gave her a queer look."What?" I asked, completely confused. She grinned ear to ear."Lesson number 2, confidence is sexy. Hell it took me walking around naked to get your damned attention. What the hell is wrong with you?" She bopped me on the forehead. I shrugged, feeling completely confused. I had no idea what she was talking about."This exercise, which you nearly failed miserably I might add, was to see if you would take the lead. I personally tend to be a bit passive. Therefore, as the guy, you need to learn to take the lead, just like dancing." She held my hand up and snugged her hand around my back and gave a little sway."The other night when you fell asleep on the couch I laid awake waiting for you for nearly an hour. I finally took matters into my own hands, maybe I should have made more noise.""I knew girls were crazy. I honestly was hoping to get more insight from you, not more confused." I said smiling. "You were waiting for me?""You haven't seen crazy yet, give me a week." She winked.I groaned, then kissed her again, holding her against me, my hands stroking down her back to her ass massaging it as I pulled her to me. Holding her was like holding a flame, seductive, hypnotizing and hot, and I didn't care if I got burned."Tell me you've had the good sense to pick up some protection." Summer mumbled between kisses. Without breaking our kiss I reached back for my wallet and held it up."Please tell me you bought more than one." She growled. I felt her hands come between us resting on the waist of my jeans unbuttoning them and grabbing for the zipper. She pushed my jeans and boxers down far enough for me to escape captivity. She let out an appreciative hum as she ran her hand up and down my hardened length. She broke our kiss long enough to grab the hem of my polo shirt and drag it up pulling it over my head. She leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped out loud at how the sensation shot through me. It felt as if my cock was getting even harder and I didn't think that was possible."Holy shit! Does it feel this way when I do this to you?" I gasped.She hummed an agreement as she switched to the other side, then stepped back and looked at me smiling.I stood dumb-founded for a moment. I quickly realized she was waiting for me to do something. She placed her hands on her hips and gave them a slight tilt. "I'm all yours, all you need do is tell me how you'd like me, or better yet, show me." She winked. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pants the rest of the way off and looked at her for a moment. The sun kissed her body so exquisitely, her pink nipples hard and pointing straight at me. Her hair was blowing in the breeze surrounding angelic face like a golden halo. I stepped forward, wrapped her up in my arms again and kissed her deeply. I ran my hand up between us taking her breast in my hand cupping it twirling the nipple in my fingers. I work my mouth down her jaw, kissing her neck and I feel her shudder and gasp. I moved down the center of her chest trailing kisses to the other nipple and teased it with my tongue before taking into my mouth suckling it gently. A moan escaped her lips. Her hand was pulling me towards her, fingers running through my hair. I wanted her so badly but I didn't want this to end. I pulled away looking up at her face, her mouth hung open her eyes half closed."Your ankle has to be killing you right now." I said, noting she'd been standing for a while now. I walked over and brought one of the Adirondack chairs over and set it behind her and she smiled. I laid my clothes on it to keep her from burning her ass on the sun heated wood. She just looked at me without sitting. "Sit down." I told her, and she tilted her head in assent and sat. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her nipple again and began trailing kisses down her stomach. She took the cue and leaned back on the chair. I flicked her little belly button ring aside and licked her belly button. She let out a whoop and jumped, chuckling."Ticklish?" I chuckled. She grasped a handful of my hair and gave me a little push further down, but I was going at my own pace and I made my way down nuzzling her little blond stripe. I kissed my way around her pouting lips, my tongue darting out giving little licks. She tasted sweet, the scent of her was driving me mad, I couldn't take it any longer and slipped my tongue into her as I massaged her clit.She arched her back and moaned. "Yes!" I lapped up to her clit taking it in my lips and giving it due attention. Her cries got louder and I stepped up the assault on her. Her leg came up over my shoulder and she pulled me hard into her with her heel. I let up a bit, I didn't want this to end too soon, it seemed that I wasn't the only one enjoying it. I slipped my middle finger into her, and felt her grip it tightly. Her hips started rocking forward. I was pretty sure I could finish her off quickly if I had a mind to, but I didn't. I continued bathing her clit, varying the pressure on it. She let out a few short gasps. "Please?!" She begged. I knew then I had to finish her and slipped another finger in to join the first and intensified my tongue lashing. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed. She held on to me, still moaning, finally collapsing back into the chair panting."You sir, are a natural." She gasped. I returned her smile and licked my fingers."Am I mistaken, or is there a very hard cock in my immediate future?" I grinned even wider and nodded. "How would you like me?""Over hard." I said smiling. Her eyes lit up like a fire had been kindled."Well then, dig that little party hat out and show me how easy it is to put on."I chuckled and dove for my wallet lying on the grass a few feet away. I dug out the foil wrapper and crawled back. I tore open the packet holding the ring carefully and reaching down, putting in place and unrolled it carefully."Very good." She said her eyes flashing. She stood up and knelt down on the grass facing the chair. "Over like this? I'm sure you'll supply the 'hard' part." She added with a wink."Yes." I said, my breath shallow. I had to have her and scooted up behind her and lined up pushing the head in. I took her hips and pushed forward in a single motion burying myself in her.We both gasped loudly. In moments she started moving her hips back and forth and I pulled out and began taking slow strokes at first, but I knew I wasn't going to last. She leaned back pushing hard against me and I responded in kind driving forward, the sound of our bodies coming together pushed me into a frenzy. Her gasps were coming in short cries of, "Yes!" She began shaking in my hands, her moans coming from deep in her throat as she arched back into me and climaxed again pushing me over the edge. I drove her forward nearly knocking her and the chair over as I stiffened arching my back. I froze in place for what seemed an eternity, and not long enough both at the same time as I came deep in her.She leaned back against my chest, the heat of her skin against me was incredible, she reached behind us grasping my ass pulling our hips tight together. "I love how you feel inside me." She whispered. I leaned down and began kissing her shoulder, working my way up to her neck and nibbled on her ear."I love how you feel too." I said, my voice a little weak.She breathed a deep contented sigh. "What now?" A small smirk spread across her lips."I don't know about you but I worked up an appetite." I said. "Those shrimp sound good about now.""All this and you cook too. You're not going to be single long." She chuckled and reached up behind her and stroked my cheek. "I think we may need to move for that though." She said lightly, reminding me that I still had her pinned against the chair. I leaned back, pulling free of her. I stood stepping back, I gathered up my clothing. Summer put her good foot down and stood, steadying herself on the arms of the chair. "Let's go clean up and have lunch." She smiled slipping an arm around my waist and we went into the house.I started a pan for the shrimp, a little olive oil, some garlic and some red pepper flakes tossed on top of fresh spinach. My killer homemade vinaigrette to top and she would be mine. Well she already seemed to be. I stopped and stared out the little window above the sink out over the water. That thought caught me by surprise. What exactly was going on here? An hour ago I was pissed off for being shunned, now I was making her lunch with a silly, satisfied grin on my face.Summer hobbled into the kitchen wearing a pale blue tank top and panties with little pink hearts on them."Don't you own pants?" I asked smiling."Sure, would you rather I be fully dressed, or comfortable?" She asked."Oh I don't mind your outfit, as long as you don't mind your lunch burnt to a crisp." I laughed."What are you making?" She replied chuckling."I'm going to woo you with my culinary skills. My own special shrimp and spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette." I said."Wow, sounds awesome. You're a man of many talents. I think you're a little late in the wooing department though." She said smiling.My chest tightened at that. Nobody ever thought of me as a man before. Everybody has always treated me as a kid until now. The shock of it must have been evident in my expression."What?" She asked, her eyes widening. I didn't answer her, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly, she responded in turn."Nothing." I said, my grin returning."Need a hand?" I handed her two lemons with directions to squeeze the hell out of them then juice them for me into a bowl. I diced up the shallot, and garlic tossing them into the big bowl, salt and pepper followed. In went a huge dollop of spicy mustard, I looked at how much juice Summer had squeezed out of the lemons and eyeballed it pouring it into the bowl, straining out the seeds. I dug a whisk out of the drawer and started whisking in olive oil."Most vinaigrette recipes ask for vinegar, obviously. I like mine with lemon juice, especially with seafood." I said. I stopped whisking dribbling a little onto my finger to try it. "That's the ticket." I said offering a taste to Summer who agreed with a little sound. I set the big bowl aside and had her start splitting the cherry tomatoes. The shrimp were rinsed and patted dry on a towel, and I threw some garlic into the pan starting it with some of the olive oil. I salted and peppered the shrimp and in they went tossing them around to coat them all with the hot oil. They were ready in a couple minutes and the kitchen smelled terrific. I stacked the plates with spinach and started building the salads with the tomatoes, red onions, shrimp and as a topper sliced almonds."If this tastes like it looks, you're staying on as cook after this heals." She said lifting her foot behind her."Prepare to have your mind blown." I said handing her a plate and a fork. I had brought a small baguette with me which I'd sliced up and we ate."A girl could get used to this." She smiled popping a shrimp into her mouth. Cooking for a girl is a sure way into her panties."I laughed. "Even if she wasn't wearing any?""Well she's wearing some now." Her eyes flashed."But for how long?" I said playing along."You have your driver's license don't you?" She asked, changing the subject."Yea, I just don't have a car of my own yet." I said, wondering why she asked."Do you know of anybody that would loan you one, like your folks?""Yea I'm sure I can get one. Why, do you want to do it in the backseat?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her."Hell yea, but I'd also like to get a ride to go get my Jeep. It's been down at the clinic for a week now. They told me it would be safe but I'm getting a little stir crazy stuck here in the house." She replied.I looked out the window. "I can ride down and bring it back, it's only about four or five miles." I said."Ride?" She asked."I have a bike, I can put it in the back and haul it back if you don't mind.""Not at all." She smiled.I did the dishes and cleaned up after lunch, and Summer kicked back on the sofa folding a load of laundry I'd done earlier. I took a look at the grass, yea the lawn could wait a couple more days. "What else needs to be done?" I asked from the kitchen. I got no answer. I walked into the living room and she was bobbing her head as I walked around the edge of the couch I noticed she'd put in earbuds and was listening to her mp3 player. She was lip syncing some unknown song. She looked up at me and grinned, pulling one of the buds loose."I couldn't live without my music." She threw a towel at me to fold."Listening to anything good?" She mentioned a band I'd never heard of, and moved the folded stuff from beside her and patted the seat beside her. I sat and she handed me the ear bud."Check it out, you might like it." I put it in my ear and listened for a song or two, folding another towel. A hard rock song started and she turned it up a bit and started singing along. She got to the chorus and really joined in full blast. The lyrics were pretty explicit. I was thinking you wouldn't hear music like that on the radio around here. There was a pause, then a soft intro began. The ballad was soft and low, and Summer stopped and closed her eyes, her lips barely moving with the lyrics. When I noticed I stopped and listened intently to the lyrics, it was about intense, heart-felt, you are my world, kind of love. The kind of love that lasts longer than a lifetime. When it ended she reached down and stopped the playback. She looked straight out the window for a moment and turned to me, a shy sweet smile on her lips."Do you believe in love Pete?" She asked me. I stared at her in wide-eyed amazement for a minute, and began slowly nodding."I do now." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but something in her eyes made me hesitate. There was sadness there, and they welled up as if she were doing her best to hold back tears. A wash of emotion swept over me like a storm driven wave, and I leaned forward lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Our lips brushed, our tongues sought out one another, delicately probing. Something wet touched my cheek making me break the kiss long before I wanted to. I pulled back and a tear streamed down Summer's cheek. I reached for one of the towels and daubed it. I took a deep breath and was about to ask why she was crying when a curt little head shake waved off the question."Please don't ask, not yet anyway." She said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry." She said wiping the remaining tear with the heel of her hand."You don't have anything to be sorry about." I replied softly.She inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She turned to me with a smile on her mouth but sadness in her eyes."I saw there's a free concert in the park tonight. Want to go? A rock blues cover band is playing. Sounds like they might be good."I knew they were good, my friends brother was in the band, and I'd heard them before. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds like fun, and they are good, I've heard them before.""I should ride down and get the Jeep. There's no way you're walking that far." I said sternly."Yes dear." Summer rolled her eyes at me. She giggled, and got up hobbling off to the bedroom and came back with a set of keys handing them to me."It's black, and I'm guessing the only one with West Virginia plates. It's at the walk-in clinic on Route 12."I nodded. "I know exactly where you mean. I'll go get it. You relax, take a nap if you want. I should be back in an hour or so." I smiled. I kissed her again, the underlying want in our embrace was nearly too much. She placed her hand on my chest, with the barest hint of pressure. She was right, if I kept it up we weren't going anywhere. I reluctantly stepped back, picked up the folded towels and put them away. I walked back out and she had laid down on the couch with her foot up on a pillow. I smiled that she'd taken my suggestion."Can I get you anything before I go?" I said softly leaning over the arm of the couch. She just smiled and gave her head a little shake. She reached up pulling me down closer for a quick upside-down kiss. I headed for the kitchen door, pausing as I closed it quietly, looking back into the house. I turned and started walking home.I walked, lost in thought. This week had been a week of firsts for me. I grinned at the thought of the first day when I lost my virginity to an amazing woman. The aggravation of the following days of not knowing exactly what was happening. If I had just opened my eyes I would have noticed she was waiting for me. Then today when she all but pushed me into making love to her again. I wondered why, well why me anyway. I knew so little about her. What was going on here. We'd known each other about a week, what was that question about believing in love. I could easily fall in love with her, I had to admit. Was I doing just that? So many questions came to mind as I walked up my driveway, I grabbed my bike out of the garage and hopped on. I made my way down to the coast road and started pedaling in earnest up the first rise. The traffic drifted past me as I sought answers to my questions. I pedaled harder nearly coasting up the next rise. Why was I over analyzing this? I was living out a fantasy any red-blooded male would die for. A beautiful, sexy woman wanted to have sex with me, repeatedly. Isn't that enough for me? I laughed out loud at that thought because I realized, it isn't.I rolled down the long slope of the hill seeing the clinic up ahead. I pulled into the parking lot and rode around looking for the Jeep and found it near the side of the building. I checked the plate and got off my bike, took out the keys and opened up the driver's side door. The heat billowed out of it from being parked in the sun so long. The smell of a roasted sweet smelling air freshener poured out and nearly gagged me. I walked to the back and looked at how I was going to get my bike in there and noticed there was a folding bike rack on the spare tire mount. I figured it out in a few minutes and had my bike on it and strapped it into place. I got in and got myself familiar with everything. Started it up and turned up the air conditioning. Once I felt comfortable with everything I pulled on my seat belt and headed out of the parking lot. I got back to town and figured I'd go drop off my bike first. I pulled up in front of the house, and killed the engine. I hopped out and took my bike off the back, then ran inside for some clothes to wear tonight since I was kind of sweaty from the ride. I picked through some stuff and grabbed a bag and tossed it in. I was glad mom wasn't home, I didn't want to have to explain what I was doing, and who owned the Jeep out front. She knew I was working for a tourist that needed help, and unless Paula at the store said anything, Mom had no idea who it was. I made my way back to the house."Thank you for getting my Jeep.""It's no problem. I haven't had much practice with a stick.""Ouch! Do I still have a clutch?" She teased.I just rolled my eyes in imitation of her."The concert is in a few hours and I want to take a bath, you could probably use one too." She scrunched up her nose at me sniffing and making a face."It's your fault I got all sweaty earlier." I said smiling and gave her a quick peck. I got up and went into the bathroom and started the water running."Actually you smell pretty good, like good clean sweat. Let's wash it off."I turned to face her. She looked at me for a moment and raised her arms in silent admonition to undress her. I took the hem of her tank top and lifted it up baring her chest. She never broke my gaze as I knelt and slid her panties over her taut thighs. I took her ankle and she rested her hand on my shoulder for balance as I unwound the bandage and set it up on the counter. She didn't wait for me to get undressed, she reached for my tee and lifted it and I raised my arms in time for her to sweep it off. I kicked off my shoes as she undid the button of my jeans pushing them down. She leaned her head towards the bath and motioned me to get in first. She got in sitting gently between my upraised knees and leaned back against me. She sighed and just closed her eyes and relaxed for a minute. I kissed her on the temple softly and a little smile spread across her lips."We don't need to go to the concert, you know." I whispered in her ear giving it a little nibble."I know, but anticipation will make it better. Trust me. Call it lesson two and a half." She chuckled. She turned and picked up the little scrubby puff sitting in the corner and the bottle of body wash and handed them to me and sat back. I lathered up and began soaping down her chest, working my way down one arm, then the other. I worked down her stomach, making sure not to tangle her little belly button ring in the puff. Her thighs glistened as she raised first one to be washed, then the other. For a moment she liberated the puff and did her calves and feet, being better able to reach them. While there, she did mine as well, working her way back up my thighs. She turned and knelt facing me, lathering up the puff once more. She began washing my chest, and down my stomach eventually making her way down to my now hard cock. She washed it well but didn't linger as she worked her way back up to my arms. She washed my face gently. Her hand rested gently on the back of my neck and drew me to her as she ran the soapy puff over my shoulders and down my back. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her to me. I kissed her navel flicking her little heart dangle. She immediately jumped, and I smiled."Hey I warned you." She said. Before I could respond the soaked puff smacked me on the head, soap suds ran down my face. Summer laughed. "Don't open your eyes." She said, massaging it through my short hair. I heard the water turn on again and she fiddled with the knobs and turned on the hand held sprayer. After a moment I felt her holding it over my head rinsing me off. I stood letting her finish the job, and took the sprayer and began rinsing her off as well. I watched the suds give up their hold on her curves, and I could imagine their sadness from letting her go as they pooled at her feet. She reached down and rinsed the suds down the drain and turned off the water. I stepped out and helped her so she needn't put undue weight on her ankle. I dried Summer off before getting around to me. She headed into the bedroom as I rummaged through the clothes I'd brought. I put on my good jeans and pulled on a polo shirt. Summer passed me in jeans and a little black bra, a shirt slung over her arm. She eyed me up and down as she sauntered past. I followed her into the bath to see what she was up to. She shooed me out claiming she needed to 'put on her face'. Despite my protests that her face was beautiful as is. I got the boot anyway.She came out a few minutes later wearing her long sleeve top with the buttons undone, nearly showing her bra. A little silver pendant hung down her chest of a little sea turtle. I looked at her face and it glowed. Her hair brushed but slightly curly. Her eyes somehow seemed larger and deeper color, and her lips pinker and more inviting. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until I exhaled sharply.Her smile disappeared. "What?" She looked at me."Nothing!" I said quickly. "It's just that you're so... you're beautiful."She softened at the compliment, the glow returning to her face. "Thank you. You're too sweet." She gave me a quick kiss. "I have a cooler, let's pack something for dinner." We headed into the kitchen and put together a little picnic in the cooler of cheese, veggies and the rest of the baguette from lunch."Damn, I need to make some more tea. Oh well we can swing by the market before they close and see what they have." She said.We gathered up our little cooler and she grabbed a sweatshirt for when it cooled off later, and we headed out. I helped her up into the Jeep and went around and got in the driver's seat."Does it feel odd being chauffeured around?" I asked smiling."No it's kind of nice actually." She smiled back and gave my thigh a squeeze. We stopped in at the store and she hobbled down the aisles and picked up some grapes, and she found a bottle of sparkling cider."If you want they have wine and beer too. I'm driving so you're safe." I smiled."I'm not much of a drinker, this will be fine, and we can share it." She smiled slyly back at me. I took the grapes behind the counter and gave them a good rinse and set them on some paper towels to drain."Do you always walk around like you own the place?" Summer asked."Don't knock it. If it weren't for that, I would never have been so lucky to deliver your groceries last Monday." I wiggled my eyebrows at her making her giggle. "Hey Paula, do you have any cups I can snag for our champagne?""What?" Paula said, shocked."It's just cider!" Summer added quickly holding up the bottle."You know where that stuff is Pete, take what you need." Paula waved me off."Ooh!" I heard behind me as I gathered up the grapes and bagged them up. I looked over my shoulder to see Summer going over a small display of locally made chocolates. She picked up a small back of chocolates to add to the pile.We got up to the counter and Paula was keying everything in."Did you want to settle your bill while you're here Miss Lynne?" Paula asked."Sure it's Friday, no better time." She smiled. "Let's put this on it too." She waved at the pile on the counter. She handed over her card, signed the pad and got her receipt, stuffing it into her wallet. "Oh we don't need a bag, we're going to toss it into the cooler.""Where are you kids off to?" Paula asked innocently. I knew Paula and she was digging for dirt. Luckily I cut in before Summer did."I'm taking Mrs. Lynne down to the concert in the park. She still can't drive her standard with her foot." I said doing my best to sound as innocent as I could. We made our way out and put the rest of the food in the cooler."I'm guessing she's a bit of a gossip?" Summer whispered. "Gotta love small towns. It's the same back home.""Yea well she has an ear for dirt, and she's centrally located to redistribute anything she thinks is juicy enough to share. Let's just put it this way, if she thought I was doing anything besides your lawn you wouldn't live it down with the locals."We both had a good laugh at that as I pulled the Jeep around and headed into town. The street down to the park was going slow, traffic was moving though and people were walking down the sidewalks with blankets and coolers. I pulled up right at the entrance and got a nasty look from a cop."I'm just dropping off the handicapped!" I yelled out the window. Summer gave me an offended look and gave me a punch on the shoulder. "Play it up a bit, maybe I'll get to park closer." I said under my voice. "Go towards the center if you can, maybe about twenty or thirty yards from the stage for the best sound. I'll bring the cooler.""Okay, grab the blanket from behind the back seat while you're at it." She added, and hopped down onto her good foot and hobbled off dramatically. Sure enough, the officer called out and told me to park at the end lot where the police and ambulance were. I made my way back with the cooler and blanket.As I made my way to where I hoped to find Summer I bumped into a few people I knew, swapping quick hello's as I moved through the gathering crowd. I noted at least two admiring stares and noticed they were aimed right where I was headed. I wasn't sure if that made me happy or not. Yes I was here with the lovely lady, and just the thought of that made me grin."What are you smiling at?" She asked seeing me. I shrugged setting down the cooler and spreading out the blanket, and Summer scooted onto it. Recorded Fifties music was playing softly over the sound system from the stage.I leaned in close and said in her ear. "I just noticed that you're drawing attention and I'm wondering how many guys are wishing they were me right now." Her cheeks went pink as she looked up and around looking to see who looking at her."Don't get many women-folk in these parts, do you?" She asked softly. I laughed."Beautiful women don't usually go out on their own. This town is known for eligible bachelors swooping down on unsuspecting fair maidens and making off with them." I said softly, playing along. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." She giggled."Good, I'd hate to be made off with by some 'other' handsome guy, oh the horror!" She said rolling her eyes at me. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you." She smiled. I blushed furiously realizing we were in public and that kiss was a blatant admission that she was without a doubt, with me.The lights facing the crowd began to flash slowly signaling that the show would start in a moment. They went down and the lights on the stage came up slowly in blue. The Fifties music got a little louder and there were couples dancing on the stage.All of a sudden a spot came on in the center of the stage and two guys stood there. John, my buddy Jeff's older brother was one of them. The other guy must have been one of his music school buddies."I can't play like this?" He said holding up a red rag wrapped around his hand. "You did this, now you gotta play for me."John stared at him for a moment and reached for the guitar on the stand and walked to the front of the stage. "This is an oldie, well where I come from it is." He turned to the band. "Watch me for the changes and try to keep up." He started playing Chuck Berry's, Johnny B. Good. He really got into it, dancing around the stage, ending with a huge jump and dropped to his knees with the final note.John stood, to loud applause, and introduced himself and the band, and said they'd be taking a walk down a musical memory lane with us tonight, and he hoped we enjoyed the show. The show was choreographed like a play, as actors appeared on stage to join in the songs and period costumes of the Fifties and Sixties. Everything they played was some sort of blues rock, everything from Ray Charles and Ben E. King, to Marvin Gaye. He stopped to tell us that despite the invasion of British music, American music was still a very powerful influence, and the Sixties weren't only about the Beatles and the Stones."That brings us to the mid-Sixties. We're going to take a quick break, and we'll be right back, don't go anywhere. We're watching you." He pointed at people in the crowd, then laughed. The crowd joined him. "This concert is sponsored by the local Chamber of Commerce, but I'd also like to direct you down to our tent over here where we're selling CD's and gear, because we artists need beer and pizza like the rest of the world.""Wow they're good!" Summer said cracking the cooler open and digging out some snacks. "Here, open that would you please?" The plastic cork popped sounding like a champagne bottle. Causing a few people to turn and smile and one to clap. I poured the cider into the cups and we nibbled on the snacks in the cooler. She popped a cherry tomato in my mouth then took one herself."You build a heck of a picnic." I said, causing her to laugh."I slaved over a hot stove all day."The lights on the crowd began to flash again, announcing the end of the intermission. A lone guitar started in on something bluesy.The lights came back up and there were summer of love trappings on stage. The backup singers were dressed in bell bottoms and headbands and long flowing sleeves. John took center stage again and the spot came up on him."Now you may have construed that my earlier remarks about the Sixties not being about the British invasion as a criticism. It wasn't in the least. A lot of bands came out of Britain then, and most of them were excellent to say the least. A good many of these performers sited their love of American jazz and blues as their influence. One such performer was a gentleman named Van Morrison." Quite a few people gave in to a round of applause. "I'd like your help in convincing one of our audience members to give us a hand with the next couple songs. You see my little brother Jeff works the sound board." He pointed down at the front to where Jeff waved. "A good buddy of his from school is one of the best sax players I've ever heard, which is saying a lot when you consider my fellow musicians.""Pete! I know you're out there, Jeff spotted you with a lovely young lady earlier. Maybe we can convince you to break away from her for a few songs."Summer turned to me her eyes wide. "Does he mean you." I was still staring at the stage."Folks let's hear some support to get him up here and get on with the show!" He yelled.Applause erupted through the crowd. I looked at Summer who was clapping furiously and reached over and gave me a push. I stood up and made my way to the sound board through the crowd, people encouraged me as I walked by.I got up to Jeff and said, "Thanks buddy, I owe you one." I'm sure the sarcastic edges wasn't lost on him."I figure if this doesn't impress her panties off, nothing will." He replied.If he only knew, I thought to myself. I stepped up to the edge of the stage and climbed the steps. John was center stage clapping over his guitar. I walked up and shook his hand. I whispered something into his ear, then walked back to where the horns were and picked up a sax, and a mouthpiece. I wet the reed down and mounted it up as the bass player started the riff for Tupelo Honey. The audience started clapping."Pete made a request of me, which is only fair since I dragged him away from his lovely lady friend, so we're dedicating this to her. Summer this is for you." He pointed out to the crowd. The song began and I joined in like I'd been playing every day since school got out. I walked up beside John and played the sax solo like a pro. When we were done serenading Summer we moved on to Days Like This, and segued right into Moondance, my favorite by far. I found myself singing alongside John when I didn't have a solo. The flute player a tall, pretty girl was really getting into it. John improvised the lyric to 'Underneath the cover of June, Rockport skies'. The flutist and I stepped forward next to John and took a bow as the song ended, as he yelled our names into the mic. I was feeling pretty awesome at that point taking off the sax and placing it back on the stand and shaking the hand of its owner thanking him for the use. I made for the steps and waved once more as John started in on the turn of the decade and started on Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues next.I found Summer sitting next to Jeff at the sound board with the biggest grin she could muster without hurting herself."Thanks for the seat." She said to Jeff and stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a long hard kiss. As we broke our lip lock I saw Jeff give me a thumbs up sign without even looking over at me. I just smiled and turned Summer back to our blanket."Oh my God! That was awesome. Why didn't you tell me you were a musician?" She said as people around us thanked me. I just shrugged."I don't know, I've been playing for six or seven years. I've always loved jazz and blues. It's like a hobby to me." I said. "My grandfather and his brother were trombone players in the Maine state band."John went on to laud bands from the Seventies and picked out Steely Dan as the set went a smoky blue color as they played on. Summer curled into me leaning on my chest as we listened. I was about ready to explode with happiness. They moved on and a girl stepped forward from the backup singers with a microphone and John introduced her and mentioned the influences of the west coast moving up to the Seventies bringing us groups like Heart and they started playing Barracuda. They played a few others ending up with a Billy Joel mash up as their last song. They did Rockport State of Mind to the music of New York State of Mind. People were standing up applauding. I had to admit, John and the band did a hell of a job. They got such a long ovation that they played a two song encore, to another long round of applause."That was awesome!" Summer shouted over the applause. "I wish they did things like this back home!""Welcome to Maine." I said smiling.We packed up the cooler with the remains of our picnic and Summer folded the blanket tossing it over her arm. As we made our way back to the Jeep. I looked over to see her grinning ear to ear again."What?" I asked."I feel like a groupie who's going home with one of the band." She said, causing both of us to laugh.To be continued in part 3, by Member389 for Literotica

Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories. I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped into the little corner store."Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the back and grabbed a soda from the cooler."You headed over to see Davy about work?" She asked."Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses me out of the house." I chuckled."Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money. It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her.""Sure, where is it going?" I said.She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox. Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold. She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at while she was sunbathing.I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I asked, curious about her accent."Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in hell did you come from?" She replied."Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look."Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?" She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly. She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well come on in."I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book."Paula said that you have an account." I held up my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off."Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said."Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in front than a moment before."Thanks." I nodded."No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery. I'm Pete.""Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand. "I'm Summer."I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when her brow went up. I felt myself blush."Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer asked. I nodded."If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel.""Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured, she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it."Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down. "Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under fallen bangs."May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle."Thank you," She said softly, with a smile "again.""You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She asked."Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want you to burn, or worse." I said.She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a moment she added, "West Virginia.""Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat there enjoying our tea."You said this was on your way? Where were you going?" Summer asked."I was headed down to Davy's marina down the road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right. He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was going to see if he needed any help this summer."She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down her leg from the condensation on the bag."If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you leave.""Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white paw."I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too."I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the bottle."Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often, especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start unrolling the bandage.I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and apologized."For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back with a swallow of her tea."I should take these with food." She took her foot off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair preparing to get up."Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked."I was going to go see what was in those bags to eat." She said."Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered quickly.She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back."I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you like?""You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into the chair. "What did you bring?"I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question. She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to cover up.I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough."Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide, she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was only a bad sprain."Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said."Oh? You a doctor?" I asked."RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile."Sports." I said by way of explanation. She nodded.She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies, anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from it."How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me the chips, and I took a few."What are your plans from here?" She asked."I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up." I said chuckling.She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel. She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply."No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been watching every movement she made.I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No. I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit."That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if you ask me." She smirked."Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical look.She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment, then down at my lap, and nodded.I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled, then busted out laughing."Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.I stammered."Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her eyes studying me as I tried not to look.She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up, and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through, pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast. It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed while I explored. I rolled it between my thumb and finger it was as hard as a pencil eraser."That feels nice." She said softly. I stroked the curve up to her chest, and back down between them following it around.Time started again when I jumped back startled. I hadn't expected it when her hand reached up and pressed against the front of my jeans."Oh!" She giggled. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought you might enjoy a little rub too." She nodded at my jeans. "Let me see it."I went wide eyed like a deer in caught in headlights."Come on. It's only fair, you saw mine." She urged. Her hand slid down raising the hem of her dress showing off the pink lace panties with black lace trim. She circled the front with her finger, pressing as she did. She reached over and took the last swallow of her tea and caught an ice cube from the glass. Swirling it around her mouth. She opened her mouth showing me that she was rolling the cube around with her tongue.Without conscious thought my hands reached for my zipper to release the pressure built up behind it. I pulled it down as she watched intently. I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers and the pressure was gone as my hard cock pushed its way out seeking relief.Summer made an approving sound deep in her throat at the sight of it. "Ooh that's nice." The ice cube clicked on her teeth and she crushed it quickly, chewing the bits of ice. She looked up at me and made a come hither motion with her free hand, the other still working on the pink lace. I stepped forward as if she were drawing me towards her with an invisible tether. She reached up slowly this time and took me gently into her hand. Stroking the shaft and rubbing the tip with her thumb. I gasped, my breath coming in short panting breaths. "That's it, easy now." She said in a soothing voice, as if calming a frantic animal. "You aren't going to last very long."My body was humming like a taut wire as she gently stroked me. In a move that surprised me, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. The cold sensation from her chewing the ice nearly pushed me over the top. I gasped. She licked my cock like a kid with an ice cream cone, her icy tongue dragging away at me. I knew I was about to cum, and she did too. She stepped up the pace of her licking, and took me into her mouth once more sliding down further until I lost it. I felt my hips jerk forward and she put her hand on my thigh to keep me from choking her. I grabbed for the first thing at hand, and it happened to be the back of her head, and I erupted. My body stiffened as I gasped for air. I felt as if she was drawing me inside out. I exploded in her mouth, her tongue cleaning up the mess I'd made."Is that the first time a girl has done that to you?" She asked softly, lapping my still hard cock. I nodded between gasping breaths."You poor thing. Have you ever thought of what it would be like to lick a girl down there?" She asked innocently. I looked down to find her fingers had slipped into the panties and were making deep circular motions. I had to think, because if I hadn't before now, I certainly was beginning to. She kept darting her tongue out, giving me soft licks and quick flicks with her tongue and thought I could do that.She stood up awkwardly not putting her weight on her bad ankle, and reached up beneath her sundress tugging at the fabric. Soon her panties were around her knees. She turned and tossed the towel onto the chair and spread it out."Oh screw it." She said pushed down the fabric of her sundress as it slid over her hips. She sat down pushing her dress and panties off and tossed them on the couch. She leaned back on the chair as I watched her chest rise and fall with her slow deep breathing. My eyes followed down her taut stomach, a small silver heart dangled from her belly button on a chain. My eyes scanned further down and found the top of her little narrow strip, the soft tuft of dark blonde hair leading to deep pink lips. I stood there with my mouth hanging open as she set her leg back up on the coffee table, opening up a little more for me. I licked my dry lips, which must have been a sign."That's what I like to see. A willing student." She smiled and winked at me. "Grab a pillow and kneel down. I'll give you a quick lesson on the special anatomy of a girl." She chuckled. I did as she asked and knelt before her. She proceeded to point out the highlights softly, in an encouraging voice. Explaining how best to please a woman down there.I leaned forward, my nose filling with the scent of her. I reached forward licking upward between her spread fingers. She let out a deep sigh and I began licking and nibbling. I tilted my head up and began swirling her clit with my tongue like she'd done to my cock. She threw her head back and her jaw dropped as a low moan escaped her lips.She panted quickly. "Slip your finger inside me, and make a come here motion." She mimed it with one finger.I did as she asked, slipping my middle finger into her as far as I could. It was wet, and warm and I could feel her tighten down on me. I started off slowly stroking in and out of her, then remembered how she'd shown me and I rubbed up and forward and back again. I had forgotten what I was doing and noticed she'd reached down to start stroking her clit with incredible speed. I leaned down putting my tongue to it again, and began flicking it with my tongue as fast as I could. Summer arched up off the chair and began yelling, 'Oh my God.' She stayed that way for nearly a minute before collapsing back into the chair gasping for air. My hand was soaked with her juices. I wasn't sure, but I figured I'd done well. I used the corner of the towel to wipe my hand. I looked at her swollen, wet and deep pink lips and just leaned forward and began lapping up the mess she'd made, slowly with the tip of my tongue. She inhaled sharply and her legs came together quickly."Easy there." She said pushing my head away gently. "It's very sensitive after." She released the grip she had of my hair and ran her fingers through it. She was just looking at me smiling while I licked my lips."So how did I do teach?" I asked.She chuckled. "I'd say you did pretty damn well for a first-timer. I'll give you an A plus for effort and an A for technique." She smiled. I was hard as a rock, and wondered if I was going to be allowed to follow through with the next thing that came to my mind."Are you a typical young guy with a raincoat in your wallet?" She asked, reading my mind. I looked at her with my quizzical look again. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. I sighed looking down, and shook my head slowly. I got a slightly scolding look in reply. I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't have one, or that she was unhappy about it as well."Get up." She said giving a slight push to my forehead. I leaned back and stood in a single motion. I nearly fell over backwards when I realized I still had both legs caught with my jeans around my knees. Summer leaned forward to grab my arm and help me balance. She nodded down at them and without saying a word let me know that I should get them off. She gripped my hand solidly and pulled herself carefully out of the chair and hobbled a step aside. She reached down taking the rumpled beach towel off the chair and flipped it in half and lay it on the center cushion of the sofa. She turned me back to and gave me a push so I fell back onto it."Don't move." She said leveling a serious gaze at me. She hobbled back off to the bedroom. A little rustling later she came back with something closed in her fist. She pulled the coffee table up close and sat gently on the edge of it facing me."First things first. It's never her responsibility to make sure you're prepared." She said holding up a little foil packet. "If you aren't prepared, then keep it in your pants, or her hand if you're lucky enough." She smiled. "The only time it'll be up to her to help is now. If she'd like to." She reached forward and began slowly stroking me, her fingers firm and soft at the same time. "You see, you can't wrap the rascal unless he's primed and ready." She smiled. "I'll show you how best to use this so you don't end up a daddy too soon, or worse."I smiled and rolled my eyes."Hey, we can stop right now if you like." She said levelly at me. The shock on my face must have been plain as day. "That's what I thought." She smiled and looked down at my hard cock. "I'd hate to stop now myself." She peeled the wrapper down the side pulling out the little ring. She held it close for me to see. "See how it's rolled up? Place it with the rolled side up over the tip like this." She reached holding my cock in one hand and setting the condom on the tip. "Unroll gently down the shaft like this." She said sliding her fingers down my shaft unrolling it fully. "All the way down. That's important since she's not going to want to fish the thing out of her if it comes off in the middle of your good time. It also makes it pretty useless if that happens." She gave the base of my cock a little squeeze. She pulled my knees together, and stood up kneeling on the sofa straddling me."This is a good position for us to start with. It gives a woman the ability to control the depth and speed with which you entering her. Missionary isn't bad, but if you get a little over zealous it can end up hurting her. If you want to her to ever want you back in her again then it's best to make sure she has a good time too." She said reaching down between us she ran her finger up and down her swollen lips."Remember to open her gently beforehand, the more care you take with her, the more likely she'll be calling you for more." She sat up, and lined herself up over my cock and took my shoulders as I took her by the hips. She looked down at me for a moment, one eyebrow going up."Oh." I said reaching between us and stroking her still wet lips placing fingers on either side and gently opening her up. As I did she lowered herself on me. The sigh that escaped my lips was loud. I nearly passed out from the feeling of the warmth and tightness, as she slowly rode the entire way down my length. A soft purr came from her throat.She sat there for a moment and proceeded to just tighten herself around me and relax. I started pushing urgently with my hips."Easy does it." She whispered into my ear then licked her way down nibbling the lobe and kissing my neck. "A woman's nipples are very sensitive, and shouldn't be neglected." She took my hand and ran it up to her small breast. Lifting it away slightly and rubbing her nipple with my fingers. She bit her lower lip as I took the hint and stroked her breasts and rolled the nipples between my fingers. I leaned forward taking it in my mouth rolling it around, lashing it with my tongue. Summer sighed deeply and rolled her hips forward and started rising up and lowering herself on me. My other hand found its way behind her gripping her ass and pulling her down onto me with each stroke. She started a long deep stroking rhythm that I thought was going to drive me over the top again. She must have noticed my urgency as my hips rose to meet her down stroke hard. She stopped on an upstroke and let me slip out of her and I thought I was going to die when my eyes popped open pleading with her. She smiled at me."What's your hurry? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" She said sweetly.I nodded furiously. "Yes I am." I gasped."Good. The journey can be as much fun as the destination, so take your time." She got off the couch. I looked at her pleading with her not to stop now. "Let's see how well you improvise." She said.She turned around and knelt down on the pillow that was on the floor, and leaned forward setting her elbows on the chair she was sitting in before. Her beautiful ass, up in the air her lips open and pouting in invitation. I scrambled off the couch and knelt behind her, nearly ready to drive my cock into her when I paused and opened her up slipping back into herShe whipped her hair over one shoulder and looked at me over the other. "You're in the drivers' seat now. It's going to be up to you to be aware of the clues a girl is giving you. If she's pulling away from you, you're fucking her to hard. If she's pushing against you, well she wants you to put the pedal to the metal, so to speak." I pushed forward feeling myself fall into her and never wanting to leave. I began pushing and she met me stroke for stroke as I sped up. I couldn't take it any longer. Summer let out several long high pitched moans followed by a gasping, 'Harder!' and I went into overdrive. Plunging her depths with abandon I finally drove her forward hard, pushing her hips against the chair as I exploded. I stiffened as I felt every ounce of strength drain from my body. Summer shuddered hard in my hands bringing me out of my daze."Are you okay?" I gasped between breaths.She rose up slightly, hair a complete mess covering her face. She started to laugh, gasping for air. "I was just thinking, this vacation started off lousy, but it's improving nicely."I chuckled. "Welcome to Maine, Vacationland." She busted out laughing at that. I backed away falling free of her, the cool breeze came in from the screen, cooling the sweat on my skin."Let's get cleaned up." She stood shakily, with the help of the arms of the chair. I stood as well. She turned and slipped an arm around my shoulders. "Help me to the bathroom, would you please?" I looked at her, and turned slightly and reached down picking her up off the floor. She let out a whoop of surprise. "I only needed a shoulder to lean on honestly." She said smiling."So lean on it." I said smiling. I negotiated the narrow path to the bathroom and brought her in careful not to bang her against the doorjamb. I set her on a little stool next to a big claw foot bathtub."Let me get that." Summer reached over and popped up a tissue and reached up sliding the condom off of me and wrapping it and tossing it in the trash. She looked up at me, her hair still a mess. I reached down pushing it off her forehead. She smiled. "Grab a washcloth for me, would you please?" She nodded at a small shelf, and I took one down and handed it to her. She reached over to the bath running water onto it and a little squirt of her bath gel. She frothed it up and began washing herself off. She rinsed and repeated. She dried herself with another towel hanging from the bar. She looked up at me from under her bangs, scanning down. "Really?" She said in a resigned voice as she saw that I was once again ready.I shrugged. "The benefit of youth?"She laughed. "I guess!"She rinsed the cloth again and began gently washing me with it. The cool water and warm hands were soothing but not doing a thing for the fact that it was loaded and ready to go yet again."Would you hand me that light blue bottle there." She asked. She poured a small amount into her palm and set the bottle aside. She rubbed the oil between her hands and rubbed it between her legs oiling herself up. The sight of this was not doing me any good either. A crooked smirk spread across her face as she watched me watching her in fascination.She reached up with her oily hand and began stroking my shaft. The hardness slipping through her firm grip with little friction. The other hand began fondling my balls. They were already tight, and ready to go again. She slid her hand further under and began massaging me underneath in a tight circle. The feeling blew my mind as I couldn't contain myself and came hard, with a loud splatter, on Summer's chest."Not sure if it's good for burns, but I've heard it does wonders for the skin." She said, leaning forward cleaning the last few drops off with her tongue. She then used her cloth to wipe up the cum I'd splashed on her chest.. I just watched her, her movements so graceful and efficient.She looked up at me with a smirk. "Pete, how would you like to give me a hand for a couple weeks while this ankle heals?"My eyebrows went up. "How?" I asked."The usual mow the lawn, grocery runs, cleaning, maybe even an occasional turkey sandwich. It'll allow me to keep off this as much as possible and not feel like I'm an invalid. I'll warn you now though it's not only doctors that make lousy patients."It was my turn to smirk. "What's it pay?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.Her mouth dropped open. "You little shit! I'm not hiring you to be a gigolo!" She laughed. "But there's always the possibility of a bonus. I could continue your lessons. Practice makes perfect they say." She smiled at that."I don't know." I said, my spent cock hanging inches from her lips. Oh I knew alright, but I played along. "I'll have to see what Davy has to offer this year. Those rich folks that come in to fill up can be pretty good tippers too."She raised an eyebrow at me again. "Okay if you'd rather work for him I'll understand." She said in mock resignation. She stood on her good foot, testing the floor with her bad. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist."You drive a hard bargain." I said pulling her to my side so she could put her arm over my shoulder.She looked me up and down me and smiled. "This vacation isn't turning out bad at all."To be continued in part 2, by Member389 for LiteroticaSummer In Maine: Part 2Lesson Two, and Two and a half.A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories.This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return. I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath, and she shooed me out of the bathroom. One night we watched a late movie I slept over, and ended up on the couch. Something didn't seem right about all of this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn't even happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was carrying a little higher, tonight, I'd say something tonight.I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into the living room, she wasn't there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Summer was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out "Yes!" She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her breathing was fast and shallow."How long have you been watching?" She asked, not looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic."Just a couple minutes." I said quietly looking down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She had raised her head and was looking at me."What's the matter?" She asked gently. I shrugged and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries."I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I'll put them on ice in the fridge." I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Summer was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance."Please tell me what's bothering you."I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a couple other items in the fridge."Nothing." I said, unconvincingly."It's just..." I started. I looked over at her and said."Never mind." I walked out to the yard looking around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up beside me."I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky, everything seems so much simpler." She said softly. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp."Why?" I asked softly."Why what, Pete?" She asked with surprising sincerity. "Why haven't we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask me." She urged.Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared. "Yes!" I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder. "Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for you?" I immediately sensed I'd gone too far and full well expected a slap. I'd deserve it if she did. I opened my eyes wide.She stood there looking at me, her eyes smoldering. She coolly pointed out. "Which one of us is the one standing here naked?" I stood there a moment longer, every muscle in my body taut like a drawn bow. I snapped and took hold of her and kissing her hard as our lips parted, tongues lashing out at each other like sparring fencers. Her arms wrapped around my waist pulling us together."Damn, I thought I you'd never come around." She said between kisses. I leaned back and gave her a queer look."What?" I asked, completely confused. She grinned ear to ear."Lesson number 2, confidence is sexy. Hell it took me walking around naked to get your damned attention. What the hell is wrong with you?" She bopped me on the forehead. I shrugged, feeling completely confused. I had no idea what she was talking about."This exercise, which you nearly failed miserably I might add, was to see if you would take the lead. I personally tend to be a bit passive. Therefore, as the guy, you need to learn to take the lead, just like dancing." She held my hand up and snugged her hand around my back and gave a little sway."The other night when you fell asleep on the couch I laid awake waiting for you for nearly an hour. I finally took matters into my own hands, maybe I should have made more noise.""I knew girls were crazy. I honestly was hoping to get more insight from you, not more confused." I said smiling. "You were waiting for me?""You haven't seen crazy yet, give me a week." She winked.I groaned, then kissed her again, holding her against me, my hands stroking down her back to her ass massaging it as I pulled her to me. Holding her was like holding a flame, seductive, hypnotizing and hot, and I didn't care if I got burned."Tell me you've had the good sense to pick up some protection." Summer mumbled between kisses. Without breaking our kiss I reached back for my wallet and held it up."Please tell me you bought more than one." She growled. I felt her hands come between us resting on the waist of my jeans unbuttoning them and grabbing for the zipper. She pushed my jeans and boxers down far enough for me to escape captivity. She let out an appreciative hum as she ran her hand up and down my hardened length. She broke our kiss long enough to grab the hem of my polo shirt and drag it up pulling it over my head. She leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped out loud at how the sensation shot through me. It felt as if my cock was getting even harder and I didn't think that was possible."Holy shit! Does it feel this way when I do this to you?" I gasped.She hummed an agreement as she switched to the other side, then stepped back and looked at me smiling.I stood dumb-founded for a moment. I quickly realized she was waiting for me to do something. She placed her hands on her hips and gave them a slight tilt. "I'm all yours, all you need do is tell me how you'd like me, or better yet, show me." She winked. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pants the rest of the way off and looked at her for a moment. The sun kissed her body so exquisitely, her pink nipples hard and pointing straight at me. Her hair was blowing in the breeze surrounding angelic face like a golden halo. I stepped forward, wrapped her up in my arms again and kissed her deeply. I ran my hand up between us taking her breast in my hand cupping it twirling the nipple in my fingers. I work my mouth down her jaw, kissing her neck and I feel her shudder and gasp. I moved down the center of her chest trailing kisses to the other nipple and teased it with my tongue before taking into my mouth suckling it gently. A moan escaped her lips. Her hand was pulling me towards her, fingers running through my hair. I wanted her so badly but I didn't want this to end. I pulled away looking up at her face, her mouth hung open her eyes half closed."Your ankle has to be killing you right now." I said, noting she'd been standing for a while now. I walked over and brought one of the Adirondack chairs over and set it behind her and she smiled. I laid my clothes on it to keep her from burning her ass on the sun heated wood. She just looked at me without sitting. "Sit down." I told her, and she tilted her head in assent and sat. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her nipple again and began trailing kisses down her stomach. She took the cue and leaned back on the chair. I flicked her little belly button ring aside and licked her belly button. She let out a whoop and jumped, chuckling."Ticklish?" I chuckled. She grasped a handful of my hair and gave me a little push further down, but I was going at my own pace and I made my way down nuzzling her little blond stripe. I kissed my way around her pouting lips, my tongue darting out giving little licks. She tasted sweet, the scent of her was driving me mad, I couldn't take it any longer and slipped my tongue into her as I massaged her clit.She arched her back and moaned. "Yes!" I lapped up to her clit taking it in my lips and giving it due attention. Her cries got louder and I stepped up the assault on her. Her leg came up over my shoulder and she pulled me hard into her with her heel. I let up a bit, I didn't want this to end too soon, it seemed that I wasn't the only one enjoying it. I slipped my middle finger into her, and felt her grip it tightly. Her hips started rocking forward. I was pretty sure I could finish her off quickly if I had a mind to, but I didn't. I continued bathing her clit, varying the pressure on it. She let out a few short gasps. "Please?!" She begged. I knew then I had to finish her and slipped another finger in to join the first and intensified my tongue lashing. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed. She held on to me, still moaning, finally collapsing back into the chair panting."You sir, are a natural." She gasped. I returned her smile and licked my fingers."Am I mistaken, or is there a very hard cock in my immediate future?" I grinned even wider and nodded. "How would you like me?""Over hard." I said smiling. Her eyes lit up like a fire had been kindled."Well then, dig that little party hat out and show me how easy it is to put on."I chuckled and dove for my wallet lying on the grass a few feet away. I dug out the foil wrapper and crawled back. I tore open the packet holding the ring carefully and reaching down, putting in place and unrolled it carefully."Very good." She said her eyes flashing. She stood up and knelt down on the grass facing the chair. "Over like this? I'm sure you'll supply the 'hard' part." She added with a wink."Yes." I said, my breath shallow. I had to have her and scooted up behind her and lined up pushing the head in. I took her hips and pushed forward in a single motion burying myself in her.We both gasped loudly. In moments she started moving her hips back and forth and I pulled out and began taking slow strokes at first, but I knew I wasn't going to last. She leaned back pushing hard against me and I responded in kind driving forward, the sound of our bodies coming together pushed me into a frenzy. Her gasps were coming in short cries of, "Yes!" She began shaking in my hands, her moans coming from deep in her throat as she arched back into me and climaxed again pushing me over the edge. I drove her forward nearly knocking her and the chair over as I stiffened arching my back. I froze in place for what seemed an eternity, and not long enough both at the same time as I came deep in her.She leaned back against my chest, the heat of her skin against me was incredible, she reached behind us grasping my ass pulling our hips tight together. "I love how you feel inside me." She whispered. I leaned down and began kissing her shoulder, working my way up to her neck and nibbled on her ear."I love how you feel too." I said, my voice a little weak.She breathed a deep contented sigh. "What now?" A small smirk spread across her lips."I don't know about you but I worked up an appetite." I said. "Those shrimp sound good about now.""All this and you cook too. You're not going to be single long." She chuckled and reached up behind her and stroked my cheek. "I think we may need to move for that though." She said lightly, reminding me that I still had her pinned against the chair. I leaned back, pulling free of her. I stood stepping back, I gathered up my clothing. Summer put her good foot down and stood, steadying herself on the arms of the chair. "Let's go clean up and have lunch." She smiled slipping an arm around my waist and we went into the house.I started a pan for the shrimp, a little olive oil, some garlic and some red pepper flakes tossed on top of fresh spinach. My killer homemade vinaigrette to top and she would be mine. Well she already seemed to be. I stopped and stared out the little window above the sink out over the water. That thought caught me by surprise. What exactly was going on here? An hour ago I was pissed off for being shunned, now I was making her lunch with a silly, satisfied grin on my face.Summer hobbled into the kitchen wearing a pale blue tank top and panties with little pink hearts on them."Don't you own pants?" I asked smiling."Sure, would you rather I be fully dressed, or comfortable?" She asked."Oh I don't mind your outfit, as long as you don't mind your lunch burnt to a crisp." I laughed."What are you making?" She replied chuckling."I'm going to woo you with my culinary skills. My own special shrimp and spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette." I said."Wow, sounds awesome. You're a man of many talents. I think you're a little late in the wooing department though." She said smiling.My chest tightened at that. Nobody ever thought of me as a man before. Everybody has always treated me as a kid until now. The shock of it must have been evident in my expression."What?" She asked, her eyes widening. I didn't answer her, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly, she responded in turn."Nothing." I said, my grin returning."Need a hand?" I handed her two lemons with directions to squeeze the hell out of them then juice them for me into a bowl. I diced up the shallot, and garlic tossing them into the big bowl, salt and pepper followed. In went a huge dollop of spicy mustard, I looked at how much juice Summer had squeezed out of the lemons and eyeballed it pouring it into the bowl, straining out the seeds. I dug a whisk out of the drawer and started whisking in olive oil."Most vinaigrette recipes ask for vinegar, obviously. I like mine with lemon juice, especially with seafood." I said. I stopped whisking dribbling a little onto my finger to try it. "That's the ticket." I said offering a taste to Summer who agreed with a little sound. I set the big bowl aside and had her start splitting the cherry tomatoes. The shrimp were rinsed and patted dry on a towel, and I threw some garlic into the pan starting it with some of the olive oil. I salted and peppered the shrimp and in they went tossing them around to coat them all with the hot oil. They were ready in a couple minutes and the kitchen smelled terrific. I stacked the plates with spinach and started building the salads with the tomatoes, red onions, shrimp and as a topper sliced almonds."If this tastes like it looks, you're staying on as cook after this heals." She said lifting her foot behind her."Prepare to have your mind blown." I said handing her a plate and a fork. I had brought a small baguette with me which I'd sliced up and we ate."A girl could get used to this." She smiled popping a shrimp into her mouth. Cooking for a girl is a sure way into her panties."I laughed. "Even if she wasn't wearing any?""Well she's wearing some now." Her eyes flashed."But for how long?" I said playing along."You have your driver's license don't you?" She asked, changing the subject."Yea, I just don't have a car of my own yet." I said, wondering why she asked."Do you know of anybody that would loan you one, like your folks?""Yea I'm sure I can get one. Why, do you want to do it in the backseat?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her."Hell yea, but I'd also like to get a ride to go get my Jeep. It's been down at the clinic for a week now. They told me it would be safe but I'm getting a little stir crazy stuck here in the house." She replied.I looked out the window. "I can ride down and bring it back, it's only about four or five miles." I said."Ride?" She asked."I have a bike, I can put it in the back and haul it back if you don't mind.""Not at all." She smiled.I did the dishes and cleaned up after lunch, and Summer kicked back on the sofa folding a load of laundry I'd done earlier. I took a look at the grass, yea the lawn could wait a couple more days. "What else needs to be done?" I asked from the kitchen. I got no answer. I walked into the living room and she was bobbing her head as I walked around the edge of the couch I noticed she'd put in earbuds and was listening to her mp3 player. She was lip syncing some unknown song. She looked up at me and grinned, pulling one of the buds loose."I couldn't live without my music." She threw a towel at me to fold."Listening to anything good?" She mentioned a band I'd never heard of, and moved the folded stuff from beside her and patted the seat beside her. I sat and she handed me the ear bud."Check it out, you might like it." I put it in my ear and listened for a song or two, folding another towel. A hard rock song started and she turned it up a bit and started singing along. She got to the chorus and really joined in full blast. The lyrics were pretty explicit. I was thinking you wouldn't hear music like that on the radio around here. There was a pause, then a soft intro began. The ballad was soft and low, and Summer stopped and closed her eyes, her lips barely moving with the lyrics. When I noticed I stopped and listened intently to the lyrics, it was about intense, heart-felt, you are my world, kind of love. The kind of love that lasts longer than a lifetime. When it ended she reached down and stopped the playback. She looked straight out the window for a moment and turned to me, a shy sweet smile on her lips."Do you believe in love Pete?" She asked me. I stared at her in wide-eyed amazement for a minute, and began slowly nodding."I do now." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but something in her eyes made me hesitate. There was sadness there, and they welled up as if she were doing her best to hold back tears. A wash of emotion swept over me like a storm driven wave, and I leaned forward lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Our lips brushed, our tongues sought out one another, delicately probing. Something wet touched my cheek making me break the kiss long before I wanted to. I pulled back and a tear streamed down Summer's cheek. I reached for one of the towels and daubed it. I took a deep breath and was about to ask why she was crying when a curt little head shake waved off the question."Please don't ask, not yet anyway." She said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry." She said wiping the remaining tear with the heel of her hand."You don't have anything to be sorry about." I replied softly.She inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She turned to me with a smile on her mouth but sadness in her eyes."I saw there's a free concert in the park tonight. Want to go? A rock blues cover band is playing. Sounds like they might be good."I knew they were good, my friends brother was in the band, and I'd heard them before. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds like fun, and they are good, I've heard them before.""I should ride down and get the Jeep. There's no way you're walking that far." I said sternly."Yes dear." Summer rolled her eyes at me. She giggled, and got up hobbling off to the bedroom and came back with a set of keys handing them to me."It's black, and I'm guessing the only one with West Virginia plates. It's at the walk-in clinic on Route 12."I nodded. "I know exactly where you mean. I'll go get it. You relax, take a nap if you want. I should be back in an hour or so." I smiled. I kissed her again, the underlying want in our embrace was nearly too much. She placed her hand on my chest, with the barest hint of pressure. She was right, if I kept it up we weren't going anywhere. I reluctantly stepped back, picked up the folded towels and put them away. I walked back out and she had laid down on the couch with her foot up on a pillow. I smiled that she'd taken my suggestion."Can I get you anything before I go?" I said softly leaning over the arm of the couch. She just smiled and gave her head a little shake. She reached up pulling me down closer for a quick upside-down kiss. I headed for the kitchen door, pausing as I closed it quietly, looking back into the house. I turned and started walking home.I walked, lost in thought. This week had been a week of firsts for me. I grinned at the thought of the first day when I lost my virginity to an amazing woman. The aggravation of the following days of not knowing exactly what was happening. If I had just opened my eyes I would have noticed she was waiting for me. Then today when she all but pushed me into making love to her again. I wondered why, well why me anyway. I knew so little about her. What was going on here. We'd known each other about a week, what was that question about believing in love. I could easily fall in love with her, I had to admit. Was I doing just that? So many questions came to mind as I walked up my driveway, I grabbed my bike out of the garage and hopped on. I made my way down to the coast road and started pedaling in earnest up the first rise. The traffic drifted past me as I sought answers to my questions. I pedaled harder nearly coasting up the next rise. Why was I over analyzing this? I was living out a fantasy any red-blooded male would die for. A beautiful, sexy woman wanted to have sex with me, repeatedly. Isn't that enough for me? I laughed out loud at that thought because I realized, it isn't.I rolled down the long slope of the hill seeing the clinic up ahead. I pulled into the parking lot and rode around looking for the Jeep and found it near the side of the building. I checked the plate and got off my bike, took out the keys and opened up the driver's side door. The heat billowed out of it from being parked in the sun so long. The smell of a roasted sweet smelling air freshener poured out and nearly gagged me. I walked to the back and looked at how I was going to get my bike in there and noticed there was a folding bike rack on the spare tire mount. I figured it out in a few minutes an

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What up, folks? What's going on? Welcome to the Spun Today podcast, the only podcast that is anchored in writing, but unlimited in scope. I'm your host, Tony Ortiz, and I appreciate you listening. This is episode 243 of the Spun Today podcast. And in this episode, I speak about two Broadway musicals, which I can't believe I took this long to mention them, especially for one in particular. So definitely stay tuned for that. I also speak about watching the Succession Series. An HBO series that I was definitely late to, but had the added benefit of being late in that it allowed me to binge the entire series. And lastly, I wrap it up with another addition to our legendary segment goats doing goat shit where we celebrate the true champions of greatness and highlight the phenomenal achievements of extraordinary individuals. Stay tuned for all that good stuff. But first I wanted to tell you [00:01:00] guys about a. Quick way that you can help support the spun today podcast. Your support is greatly appreciated. Not only can it help out financially to help keep the lights on in good old spun today studios, but it definitely adds fuel to the motivational fire that I rely on to continue putting out episodes. And even more importantly, finding time to write. Nay, making time to write. So thank you. Thank you. Thank you to each and one of you, to each and every one of you that have shown your support to date. And thank in advance to each of you that will show support in the future. Here is one quick way that you can help support the Spun Today podcast. Definitely stay tuned for the outro of the episode where I'll tell you about a bunch of other ways that you can show your support. But here is one of those ways. And we'll jump right into the episode. The first musical that I wanted to tell you guys about was MJ, the [00:02:00] musical. Here is the official synopsis. He's one of the greatest entertainers of all time. Now, Michael Jackson's unique and unparalleled artistry has finally arrived on Broadway in a brand new musical centered around the making of his 1992 dangerous world tour. And created by Tony award winning director, choreographer, Christopher And two time Pulitzer Prize winner Lynn Nottage, MJ goes beyond the singular moves and signature sound of the star, offering a rare look at the creative mind and collaborative spirit that catapulted Jackson into legendary status. I went to check this out with my best friend, Steven. Shout out to Steven's Spun Today alumni, who has been on the pod several times in the past. We thought it would be cool to check out. You know, kid touching and molestation and all that, which has obviously [00:03:00] tarnished Michael Jackson and how we view him, all that aside. And I know in and of itself, it's like a controversial topic where some folks are like, no, they're all 100 percent rumors and nothing like that ever happened. Nothing was ever proven in court. And then the other folks on the other side where say. You know, the rumors have been rumors for decades for a reason. It's all true. It was even worse. I know the audience is split when it comes to that. From an artistic body of work perspective, he's obviously, as the little synopsis says there, one of the most legendary entertainers of all time. Now from attending and, you know, watching this musical, And for someone who likes going to like Broadway plays and musicals and enjoys that genre of art and acting and singing and stuff like that as a consumer, from that perspective, [00:04:00] we had a great time. And Michael Jackson in his heyday, I was a kid for that, a little kid, but I obviously know his music and his body of work and I think you'd be hard pressed not to find. Or to find someone that wasn't aware of any of it, but I obviously never saw him live or anything like that going to see this play, though, the way they did it, you definitely get that experience, albeit at a much smaller scale, but you definitely get the, like, you feel you're watching Michael Jackson. That's how good of a performance, not just the Michael Jackson characters did with it. But just the entire cast and the world that they built and created around it. And from a storytelling perspective, it was interesting how they did it. Because it is this very, and I guess, makes sense. In terms of it being like a deliberate conscious [00:05:00] move to do it this way. So you don't have to bring in a lot of like the things we know about Michael now. The allegations and court cases and... Drug abuse and, and stuff like that. So they didn't have to bring too much of that into the story because again, from a storytelling perspective, it's a very myopic focused view of his time around his 1992 dangerous world tour, which is his biggest tour ever. One of the biggest tours ever. And it was chronicling, the buildup to that, all the practice sessions. And how he was as an artist getting ready for that performance. And in the play, there is an MTV crew that was given access to chronicle this whole thing to do a, a piece on, you know, this very much anticipated world tour, which was based on true events that MTV [00:06:00] piece. Actually exists and I'll link to it in the episode notes for you guys to check out. So we got to see this interesting view of. That MTV camera crew. Trying to put together their creative vision of this documentary. While also getting close enough. Access to Michael Jackson to see his inner workings and stuff like that and picking up on. Certain things like. The beginnings of his drug addictions, which we know now ultimately led to his death in that he had a private doctor giving him shots or like IVs of trim butyral or something like that. I forget the exact medication name of what he ultimately died of, but it's supposed to be a strong ass, sleep aid. And so much so that he was getting that shit [00:07:00] injected on a nightly basis just to be able to try to get some sleep. And ultimately that's what he died of. And the doctor that was prescribing him the medication wanted him to go to jail for a few years and losing his medical license, I believe. But in the play, it shows him getting drugs from his manager or other folks like that were part of the stage team. I think it was his manager. And you get some insight into the all too common story of, you know, people in positions of power, whether it's in our music, politics, whatever, just having a circle of yes men and women around them that do what they want and don't really check them. And we saw that through the lens of, again, the beginnings of his drug addiction. And we also saw that same dynamic playing out with his financial team and how he wanted to pay for [00:08:00] this over the top concert and do like never before happened things like him being shot out of not a cannon, but something that shoots, shoots him out and onto the stage and him running out of money. And then Pushing his accountant and his financial team to mortgage Neverland Ranch, where he lived just to continue funding this artistic vision that he had, even though all the financial folks around him, lawyers, accountants, financial advisors warned him against it, he still ultimately got his way, i. e. via these yes men. So that was definitely interesting to see. They also showed. A direct correlation between his abusive childhood with how Joseph Jackson, the father was always depicted as, you know, being super, super hard stage dad, forcing them to practice [00:09:00] all the kids when they were the Jackson five for hours and hours on end, no breaks, didn't really have a childhood. You know, they had fame when they were young. So they didn't have a, you know, especially Michael being the youngest. Of them, of the Jackson 5, or second youngest, I believe. But never really having a childhood, or traditional childhood. They showed correlations of that, instilled hard work ethic. And they kind of papered over the, physical abuse in the play. With how hard Michael Jackson was on his crew and the choreographers and everything. And the dance team around him and how they were all exhausted and he would force them to to work hours on end just like his dad did to him and kind of showing that traumatic shift, trauma shift of, you know, him being the recipient of that and then dishing it out as he got older in the same exact way [00:10:00] and then seeing himself as, you know, becoming his father in that sense. But the play did a great job in also showing different. Stages within Michael Jackson's life, they showed him as a child, you know, as a flashback scene, because the entire thing again takes place around him working up to this dangerous world tour and being interviewed by the MTV crew and them filming and interviewing him in between rehearsals, etc. But while they were interviewing him, he would flash back and tell stories of childhood, of his mother and his father, Jackson 5, transitioning, going solo. And you got to see different actors, which did a phenomenal job of playing Michael Jackson. Now we did go on an off day, I think it was like a Tuesday or Wednesday. So every cast member, including Michael Jackson, wasn't necessarily the best. Number ones, if you will. I believe the young Michael [00:11:00] was, but I don't believe the middle Michael that they showed as well as the older Michael Jackson that's being interviewed. I think he was also the understudy, but I mean, these are all top tier phenomenal actors, right? All did an amazing job. And we got to hear all the hits, all Michael Jackson's hits, all Jackson five hits. And it really did feel like a Michael Jackson concert experience as a narrative choice. Again, it does seem to me to have been a deliberate choice to tell this story from a specific point in time. And in doing so not have to, or I guess they had the ability to paper over all the negatives that we know of Michael, like the drug abuse and child molestation allegations, so on and so forth. So you definitely lose something historically. From that perspective, but as a piece of [00:12:00] entertainment, we do wind up enjoying a shitload of music and just how they put the musical together. It was definitely an entertaining watch. And I definitely recommend it. MJ the musical, check it out back to the future. The musical, if you guys know anything about me, I am a huge, Back to the Future fan. I've spoken about the movie multiple times. I've highlighted how the screenplay for Back to the Future 1 is considered a perfect screenplay and I think it's taught in theater classes. It's my personal favorite trilogy of any genre, any movies, all time. And I've also said, controversial to some, that it's one of the rare occasions where the sequel, Back to the Future 2. is even better than the first movie. And I know that's blasphemous for some folks to hear. And even I myself go back and forth [00:13:00] between that thought from time to time. But just from the creativity of it alone to delve back into the first movie through the second movie and find ways to tie into the first movie, And make things that already existed within the first movie, make them that way because of the actions of the second movie, which was filmed and created. I think it was something like five years later. It's just fucking amazing from, from that standpoint. And I'm such a fan that my debut novel fractal Available now, SpunToday. com forward slash books, so you can find all the links of all the different places where you can find it. Back to the Future is an inspiration for that story. It is a time travel tale, as I like to say. Furthermore, I dedicated that book to my first [00:14:00] born Aiden, and the quote, the very first quote after the dedication section of the book, is a quote. From back to the future, part one from George McFly to Marty McFly, stating, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish absolutely anything in him speaking to writing his first novel. So there's a complete tie in on multiple levels there. I fucking love it. I literally have a life size replica of the hoverboard immediately to my left right now. That said, I signed up, or, like, I follow all the different Back to the Future fan pages, official, unofficial. And I saw months before that they were developing the musical. I also subscribed to a bunch of different newsletters having to do with Back to the Future and the DMC newsletter, even from the DeLorean Motor Company. And I signed up to be alerted when the pre sales went on, [00:15:00] and I bought these tickets months in advance, I think something like seven months in advance. That's how much I was anticipating going. So I copped the tickets and my wife and I, shout out to Zoila, sponsored alum, went to go see it and had an amazing time. Being such a fan holding, I'm both holding the musical to a very high bar. I don't want them to fuck it up while at the same time being completely biased and knowing that I'll find a way to love it some way or another. So holding my love for the story. And the history of the film aside, as much as is humanly possible and attempting to be objective, I personally thought they knocked it out the park. Now they clearly didn't have, I'm not sure if Back to the Future, if it's old enough, I think it came out in 89, where the story itself is public domain or if they actually got the rights to [00:16:00] retell the story in this format. Because I don't believe that Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale were involved with the musical. I could be wrong, but I don't believe they were. And I wonder if certain choices that they made throughout the musical had to do with not having the full rights, or if they had to do with just trying to retell the story on the stage. Because although it was still very, very, very true to the original Back to the Future 1 film, which was another thing that I was curious about if they were going to try to encapsulate all three films within the musical, but it wasn't. It was just a retelling of the first one. But everything is not, you know, word for word, verbatim, although it does have a lot of the same key scenes. But then... Certain other key, certain other key scenes. For example, the famous skateboard [00:17:00] scene in front of the diner, when Biff and his crew chase Marty and wind up crashing into the manure truck and Marty's getting around the skateboard, they didn't redo that scene, but in its place, they kind of extend the scene of the lunchroom where. Marty first confronts Biff, you know, where they both kind of grab each other and make fists and they're about to punch each other, but then Strickland shows up and breaks it up, essentially. And Biff tells him, why don't you make like a tree and, and get out of here. They elongated that scene instead and made that the chase scene and made it so that Biff was chasing Marty throughout the lunchroom. He was jumping over tables and hitting him with lunch trays and running through the school. And they had an original musical number there. So they took certain liberties that way. I guess it was easier to do [00:18:00] it that way. If it wasn't a licensing issue or concern, it was easier, it must have been easier to put that together versus the actual skateboard scene and having multiple cars and etc. But it was something that I was curious about. It was kind of interactive in that, you know, like they had the enchantment on the the sea dance and during it when Marvin Barry and the Starlighters are playing Earth Angel there were in the actual theater there was Bubbles, there was a bubble machine or something. There was bubbles going all throughout so we were in the first few rows and you know, we could swat the bubbles and that kind of built the atmosphere around around the whole thing And of course he did the Johnny B. Good scene in terms of the cast, all phenomenal. The gentleman who plays doc killed it. Oh, and that was another thing also, they did not do the, you know, terrorist Libyan terrorist [00:19:00] shooting scene, which I guess to make it more PG they made it that doc was using the plutonium for the 1. 21 gigawatt reaction that he needs. Within the flux capacitor to make the time travel possible, but that he was using an old radiation suit, which wasn't completely insulated. And that's how he wound up dying initially versus getting shot by the terrorists. But yeah, the gentleman who played doc amazing, super funny, steals the show. The guy who plays Marty's spot on, did a great job. But the person who played Crispin Glover's character of George McFly dead on balls accurate to quote Marissa Tomei fucking amazing spot on like they could reshoot back to the future drop this gentleman in place of [00:20:00] Kristen Crispin Glover who legend has it was like an absolute asshole on set and that's why he wasn't in part two or three, but. Drop him into that role and you wouldn't tell the difference. He was amazing. Fucking awesome. The guy who played Biff was really good. Really looked the part. Which brings me to the number one star of the show. The DeLorean. They did it so ill that it looked like an actual real DeLorean that was up there. I guess they just, you know, it's just like the outsides or whatever, but it really looked like an actual replica real DeLorean. And it's obviously the moment that all the fans are anticipating the most, you know, when they first see the DeLorean, which they did the big reveal and like the same same way at Twin Pines mall, [00:21:00] which then becomes Lone Pines mall at the end when Marty runs over. Old Man Peabody's Pine Tree. Symbolizing how the littlest change in the past could affect have a ripple effect on the future. But they did an amazing job with the car itself and then with the actual time travel sequence. So the theater, the decor of it, can't also, this is how it also immersed the, the crowd aside from the bubbles thing from, from earlier. The decor. The balconies on the sides, on the left, on the left and the right, they were also part of the decor. Like there weren't people sitting in the seats there. Instead, they had this metal widgets and circuitry spanning all of the balconies. And during the time travel sequence, like when Marty accidentally goes back to 1955, all those start lighting up in different [00:22:00] colors and it's reminiscent of the flux capacitor and the lights around the actual DeLorean, which they also show and really immerse you and bring you into it in that way. And then at the end, which was even more amazing because they could have just done that again. They with like a crane or something, something you couldn't see, but some sort of lift, they lift up the DeLorean. For the scene where, you know, the clock tower scene when he's going back to the future. They lift up the DeLorean and push it forward into the crowd. So it's hovering above us almost. Like above, the first couple rows. Not completely, but just enough for it to be off of the stage. Can you imagine the fucking lawsuit that thing would have fallen or something? But obviously it was secure and it was just so ill the way they did it. And I couldn't have been happier with Back to the Future the musical. I definitely, definitely highly recommend.[00:23:00] If I have the chance to see it again, I definitely will. Tickets should be a lot more reasonable now. That's the only issue I had with it. Although I was willing to pay, so whatever. But apparently it's not doing well, or as well as anticipated. And the. Ticket prices. I checked the day of for my same seat and it Was like 40 percent less in terms of the actual pricing But that aside it was an amazing experience. I Loved every bit of it. If you're back to the future fan as I am you will too Back to the future the musical Check it out HBO's original series succession Is a series that ran from 2018 to 2023. Like I mentioned in the intro, I didn't start watching the series until 2023. Literally while the final season was, was airing. [00:24:00] So, that came with the benefit of being able to binge it and see it all the way through. But in terms of sharing some of my personal takeaways and tidbits here. It's it shows a bit out of the zeitgeist. And some references might be dated, but we'll share them nonetheless for posterity. Here is the official synopsis. The Roy family is known for controlling the biggest media and entertainment company in the world. However, their world changes when their father steps down from the company. And as we like to do here on the Spun Today podcast, I wanted to shout out each and every one of the writers, starting with the show's creator, Jesse Armstrong. Followed by Jamie Carragher, Susan Soon Hee Stanton, Alice Birch, Miriam Batty, She a Batty, she knows she a 10. Georgia Pritchett, Tony Roche, Nathan Elston, Callie Hirshaway, [00:25:00] John Brown, Will Tracy, Lucy Preble, Jonathan Glaser, Ted Cohen, Anna Jordan, Mary Laws, and Will Arbery. Shout out to each and every one of the writers on Succession who put together an amazing show. And I particularly want to shout out the, the writers in this particular series, because they took what is the embodiment of quote unquote evil rich people, you know, just like the vile borderline sociopathic Narcissistic archetype of, you know, the greedy, quote, unquote, greedy, rich people. And they made us, the viewers, through the strong characters that they created, that the writers created, and that the actors, which were phenomenal, and I'll speak to it in a minute, brought to life. They made us, as the audience, connect [00:26:00] with those characters, and in some cases, in a lot of cases, actually root for them to win. Which, if you take a step back and look at the ruthlessness with how they navigate the world with little to no care of who or how they affected others. When you look at it objectively through that lens, it's like, fuck these people. But since they're developed so richly as characters, and it's such a character driven show in my opinion. we still connect with them and root for them on a human level. And that I think is a testament again to just amazing writing. So shout out again to the writers there. Now the cast absolutely killed it. Kieran Culkin is one of my favorite characters. He plays Roman Roy, the youngest of the four children. Brian Cox is the matriarch, the Rupert Murdoch like character who [00:27:00] created this Conglomerate multi billion dollar company. He's just amazing. Tom Wombs Gans played by Matthew McFadden. Such a cool character. Very selfish. It turns out as, as all of them have traits of selfishness, but he was in it for himself from the jump and. He plays possum throughout, so much so that he's married to Shiv Roy, the daughter, played by Sarah Snook, also does a great job, but she's like a, you know, princess, always gets what she wants, kinda has the quote unquote trophy husband, cheats on him, and he just takes it all, and his character is such that you hate him at first, so. because he's such a pushover and you're like yo stand up for yourself you fucking pussy then you wind up rooting for [00:28:00] him then you wind up finding out that either he's been running a game the entire time or he just got caught up in it and began running a game somewhere along the line and became fed up great characters both in real life British I believe it's a good job with the American accents there Same as Logan Logan Roy's character, Brian Cox. And by British, that's just my dumb American interpretation of their accent. You know, it could be Australian, Zealand, or who knows. Conroy, the eldest half brother played by Alan Ruck. Shout out to Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Really cool character. Shout out to the Conheads out there. Jeremy Strong. Not the eldest, but the eldest of the full siblings of the three, you know, Kieran Culkin's character, Sarah Snook's character, and himself, Kendall Roy. He was the heir to the throne, if you will. And in the very [00:29:00] first episode, which sets the stage for the entire series, the first half of the episode is him going through The process of getting ready to take over the company because the father had announced his retirement. He was gonna step down Kendall Roy is gonna take over and in that very first episode the father winds up Literally fucking him over and saying nah, I changed my mind. He's like, wait, what my You changed your mind. I'm supposed to take over next week. He was like now let's give it a couple more years I decided to stay on He was like, but we announced it to the world and the, you know, it's a publicly traded company and the stock and this and that and blah blah blah. He was like, yeah, that's all bullshit. Don't worry about it. And you have this tension within the family always throughout the entire series of the son trying to take over from the father, the father trying to maintain control, the father getting sick, the other siblings trying to vie for control, sometimes being on the same page with each other, most of the time not, and just like this complete [00:30:00] dysfunction. And it was such an interesting, family dynamic that really keeps you hooked. I also thought it was particularly interesting the way that the show was shot. And I got this from some of the, not behind the scenes, but the extras of the show where they, you know, interview different characters and they also have a podcast, et cetera. So I don't remember if it's from one of the extras or from the actual podcast, but one of the directors, I think the main one Mark Millard. Maybe it was Jesse Armstrong, the creator of the show, but they were breaking down how they shot in a way where they zoom in to the actual characters for emotional exclamation points. So they called it. And you notice that throughout the entire series where they'll, you know, they'll shoot a scene and then. For the character reaction, they'll zoom in to the character's face, which is pretty interesting. And he also mentioned that on set, they [00:31:00] always kept live cameras around so that the art, the actors themselves, they didn't know when they were being shot or not. So it forced them essentially to stay in character. And he likened it to filming theater, similar to when you go see a play. How all the characters, as long as they're on stage, they're in character, you know, that whether they're the main focus of a scene or not, or a background character, they're always doing something. They're always on, if you will, then I'm going to jump to in season two, episode 10, I jetted down here. There was a dope line that Logan Roy said again, the matriarch of the family played by Brian Cox, and he was speaking to money and wealth and how most things don't exist. Or companies rather. And he said that the Ford motor company hardly exists. He said that it's just a time saving expression for a collection of financial [00:32:00] interests. Again, all the Ford motor company was to this psychopath was just a time saving expression for a collection of financial interests. I thought that was such an interesting way, such a financially motivated lens to view the world through. And I just love the way that was phrased. All the four Ford Motor Company is, is just a time saving expression for a collection of financial interests. Jesus. There's a lot of double crossing in the show the siblings with each other, the father to the, to the kids, the kids to the father. There's a point in the season two finale where you think Kendall is going to rise to the occasion and, you know, be the heir to the throne that the father, [00:33:00] you know, wants him to be, that is grooming him to be. But he winds up double crossing his father again, as he did multiple times throughout the series. And I thought it was interesting that he had a lot of ups and downs, you know, he had addiction issues in the show. They reference all the time that he had a stint in rehab. And just from a mindset perspective, he was always either completely out of it and crying and in the dumps or completely manic and on the fucking ball. He reminded me a lot of Kanye. And or the public version of Kanye that we've been seeing in. You know, recent news and media cycles and all the drama around the Kardashians and all that shit and his manic episodes. That's what he was reminiscent of to me. I loved the relationship between two main characters, both outsiders of the family in their own right, which was Tom Wamskantz, which I [00:34:00] mentioned earlier, which was the husband of the daughter, Shiv Roy. His relationship with Greg Hirsch, played by Nicholas Braun, which is a second cousin, extended cousin to the family that they barely know, but that works his way into the fold and Tom brings him under his wing kind of because he sees himself in, in Greg in some ways, you know, being an outsider of the family, but also because he wants to have someone to have power over. And he finally found someone lower than him on the totem pole, if you will, within this family structure. And they just have a back and forth, funny, quippy, really interesting dynamic throughout the entire series. And I'll wrap it up with a, a line of dialogue from Alan Ruck's character, Connor Roy, when it spoiler alert, this happened in season four, episode seven. But Connor, who decides to run for president, out of all things, of the [00:35:00] United States, and Kieran Culkin's character, Roman Roy, hilariously tells him, don't you think you should try for something smaller first? You know, maybe like running a CVS or something? But Connor gets himself in a position where... essentially his actual, you know, the two rivals for, for president, the Democrat and the Republican running, they're neck and neck, like razor sharp, you know, 49 percent to 49 percent margins. And Connor is polling at like 1 percent or something like that. It's something, something sick that pretty much put him in a position to make a deal with one of the other guys where he would drop out of the race and His supporters would vote for that person, and that person would essentially become the, the president. And he's trying to see what he can get, you know, what position he could get from the person that would ultimately win. And one of them offers him to be the diplomat of Alman, which is a [00:36:00] country that I had never heard of. And he tells him that it's an interesting thought. He'll, he'll definitely mull it over. And that Oman is the poor man's Saudi Arabia and the rich man's Yemen. And again, I just thought what an interesting way to view the world and view things. But yeah, yo succession dope show. I definitely recommend you guys check it out if you're into that type of thing. It's supposed to be loosely based on Rupert Murdoch and you know, Fox news, that type of billion dollar conglomerate company and the tension and dynamics. Within his children, for example Rupert Murdoch, I think I've spoken about here on the past. One of them is like liberal, liberal leaning, which is kind of like Shiv's character in succession. And the other one is very conservative. Then they're both vying for succession of Fox, for example. So this show is loosely based on that, or at the very least, it's like one of those are imitates life imitates art type of things. [00:37:00] But that is my little recap and review on Succession, streaming now on HBO Max. Check it out. Goat doing goat shit. And I want to create a drop for, specific to this segment of the podcast because it is a recurring one. And I have some things that I've been tinkering with and working on. But speaking it aloud to see if I can hold myself to task because I've been meaning to do that, , forever. I just haven't gotten around to it, but the goats doing goat shit segment is a segment where I like to celebrate the true champions of greatness and highlight the phenomenal achievements of extraordinary individuals, especially when they do things that they do not have to do. And in this episode's edition of goats doing goat shit, I'd like to welcome none other Then Sean P. Diddy Combs to the list. Now, for the longest time, and still, [00:38:00] Puffy is known as being a ruthless businessman, if you will. Someone who hustled and busted his ass and built and created bad boy entertainment, which has brought us countless acts and music that we all love to this day. And many, many artists, but one thing that he did in building his empire from the ground up was recreate the, what some may say myself included, archaic, traditional, let's call them music artist deals, where the label that signs an artist winds up owning their publishing their masters, essentially making the lion's share of the money that is to be made from the art created by the actual artist. And the artist is often times in doing this type of bad business left fending for scraps. And music artists, [00:39:00] historically, this has happened to across different genres since the beginning of time. Some but few and far between have had more savvy, you know, teams and lawyers and sound financial advice around them and just the foresight of ownership. of your creation, being able to reap the benefits of it in perpetuity versus, you know, taking a bigger bag up front, but then never being able to profit from it down the line. So that's definitely been the biggest knock, in my opinion, on, on Puffy over the years in this respect. As of September of 2023, it became public that Puffy was returning his publishing rights. Which, by the way, he did not legally have to do. Returning the publishing rights to the artists and songwriters that helped him build Bad Boy Entertainment. Folks like Ma$e, which was the most vocal, [00:40:00] and actually recently dropped, and by recently I mean within the last year or two, diss tracks and did a lot of interviews and references to all of this, which are actually pretty good. Faith, The Locks, which is another vocal components of, you know, Puffy's business practices, 112, and the estate of Biggie, the Notorious B. I. G. They are all getting, or have gotten, their publishing back because the paperwork and agreements have all been signed and are actually finalized. And according to Puffy, in an interview that he gave to Billboard. He had a lot of offers back in like 2021 when, you know, like folks like Justin Timberlake and Shakira and a lot of folks were selling their, their publishing, their, their catalogs for like a hundred million dollars, $300 million, et cetera. He got an offer, an alleged nine figure [00:41:00] offer. To purchase his catalog, which included all the publishing that he owned, owned legally from all these artists. And that's when he supposedly decided to not sell and give the publishing back to the respective artists. It just took a lot of time between then and now to actually execute the legal documentation, etc. But I thought that was a dope move. It wasn't something that he had to legally do. Did Puffy make, over the decades, a shitload of money off everybody's catalog? Yes, of course he did. Was he legally correct to do so? Yes, he was. Whether it was ethical or moral or not, and hypocritical in some sense, those are all valid criticisms in my opinion, but he wasn't technically or legally... it wasn't something he had to do. So I definitely applaud him for doing [00:42:00] so. I'm always of the mentality of just own your shit and be of the mindset that if someone, a publishing company, a label, if you're in music, a publishing company, if you're in, you know, writing or creating different types of art, a platform, et cetera, if they're coming to you with a bag, To purchase outright, whatever it is that you created big bag, small bag, whatever. They would also pay you for just licensing it. It'll be a smaller bag, but in my opinion, and I'm not the fucking Messiah here, but in my opinion, if you're offering me a big bag to just own my shit outright, it's because you from a financial standpoint, believe that you're going to make that money back and more over time. So it would also be a sound business move from your perspective to license [00:43:00] it for a smaller bag for a shorter period of time, because you will also make your money back within that shorter period of time. And then some, and in that type of scenario, you keep your shit then afterwards, license it out to someone else, make money off of it yourself, maintain the ownership. So you could do whatever it is that you want with it in the future. Turn your book into a movie, turn it into a TV series after that, do both at the same time, turn it into a fucking VR spectacle that hasn't even been created yet, but will exist in 10, 15 years. And since you have the ownership of your IP, you could do that instead of handing it over for a bit bigger bag now, and then the company that purchased it from you. Maintains that ability moving forward. So again, with that said, I'd like to welcome Sean P. Diddy Combs officially onto the Spuntoday goats doing goat shit list. [00:44:00] And that folks was episode 243 of the Spuntoday podcast. Thank each and every one of you very much for listening. I really, really appreciate it. Before I let you go, just wanted to tell you guys about a Few quick ways that you can help support the spun today podcast. If you so choose, you continue support is amazing. I appreciate it very, very much. Whether you're using my affiliate link to shop on Amazon, which you can find that spun today. com forward slash support, or you're buying t shirts or coffee mugs or my books sponsored. com forward slash books, or using any of my affiliate links that all can be found that spun today. com forward slash support. Which will get you a discount on whatever said thing that it is that you're looking for that I have an affiliate link for. Whichever way you choose to support, it means a ton. I really, really appreciate it and just wanted to say thank you. Here's a breakdown of a few of the different ways you can help support the [00:45:00] Spun Today podcast if you so choose. And I'll check you all out next time. Peace.

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Albert Camus - The Stranger - Episode 2 - The Consequences Of Meaninglessness! Hi, I'm Christy Shriver, and we're here to discuss books that have changed the world and have changed us.      And I am Garry Shriver, and this is the How to Love Lit Podcast.  This is episode 2 in our three part series in the first work of Albert Camus' great cycle of Absurdity- the novella, l”etranger or the Stranger also called The Outsider.  Last week we began discussing Camus' life, his homeland Algeria, and the events- both political and personal that made him in many ways his own outsider.  We also introduced the idea that is forever associated with Camus in literary as well as philosophical circles and that is concept of the absurd.  We tried to flesh out a little bit of what that feels like,  the world the way Camus would have us understand it.  We tried to introduce it as a feeling more than an idea- although obviously it is both.  We started with famous first line, “Maman died today.  Or yesterday maybe, I don't know.”      It's absurd!!  Today..maybe yesterday!!! It's absurd!    And the even more important idea…”I don't know”.  This itself launches us into a world from which some of us may never return- the world of the absurd, the world of Meursault, our absurd hero.      Ha!  Hopefully we will fare slightly better than Meursault who I'll tell you right now, is not famous because of the awesomeness of his outcome.  He is NOT Forrest Gump who by no design of his own winds up in the White House or making millions in the shrimp industry- although, I will say, there is something absurd about Forrest Gump.    Christy, this is an absurd tangent      I KNOW!!  Absurd is a thread I could keeping pulling, but I won't.  Instead we will pull back into the rational world because today we want to start by giving a shout out to a friend of the podcast, a man who lives far from the world of the absurd (most days, anyway), Mr. Matt Francev.  Matt teaches AP Lit and Honors English at Whittier High School in Whittier California.  His brother Dr. Peter Francev is editor of the Albert Camus Society, and a true scholar whose body of academic work focuses on the entirety of Camus' writings- of which the cycle of the absurd is just the beginning.  Anyway, Matt reached out to us a couple of months ago, gosh I guess it was right before Christmas and asked us to feature Camus and the familiar classic The Stranger, and so we have.  Matt, this series is for you. We hope we do right by an old friend of the Francev family as we do what Camus himself might not like for us to do- paradoxically- and that is attempt to break down into manageable bite-sized pieces this overwhelming experience of living the absurd.      Christy, before we do that, I do want to point out something cool about where Matt is investing his life and career.  Whittier, California,  is only about fifteen miles south of LA.  That area itself is an incredibly diverse working class community- but what is unusual about the high school there is that it has - an eclectic yet notable list of alumni.  Two names on that list many recognize is Former President Richard Nixon, but also, totally outside the world of politics, John Lasseter, the creator of Pixar.  And if that wasn't interesting enough for your average high school,  perhaps even more notably is that the school itself was the setting for Hill Valley High School – that would be the high school Michael J Fox's parents attended in his breakout movie, Back to the Future.   How fun is that?    So fun, I wonder how many times they've played Johnny B Good on the stage in the auditorium!!!      HA!  I wonder what the real auditorium even looks like.  Anyway, Thanks Matt, for reaching out and sharing a little of your world with us.  Today, our goal is to finish out our discussion of part 1 of this novel.  Christy, last week you told us we should very wait in anxious expectation for an episode filled with boredom and meaninglessness- and especially there at the beginning we meet that expectation. Chapter 2 is not filled with action that could be described as riveting.      No, not a whole lot happens in chapter 2, if you're looking for plot, and not a whole lot happens if you're looking for deep character or thematic development.  Basically…Not a whole lot happens.      NO, it starts with the day after Maman's funeral, and We meet Marie- who will become something of a girlfriend to Meursault. Camus descriptions draw particular attention to Marie's breasts, but these descriptions are vulgar not suggestive really.  This is not your typical romantic description from a harlequin romance, not that I've ever read any of those.  It clearly ends with sex but not with passion.  Sex, of course, at its minimum is an expression of excitement- even crude sit-coms go that far.   Many times, when stories feature sex, authors are expressing deep emotions.  Relationship sex is the ultimate expression of intimacy and something,  we, as humans, attach deep meaning to- but not for our absurd hero, Meursault.  For Meursault, he meets a woman, has sex with her, she goes home before he wakes, up, he smokes cigarettes in bed until 11am, he gets up to eat eggs out of a pan, and then expresses boredom with zero reflection on all that has happened over the last 48 hours to him.  Instead of reflection, his thoughts turn to the size of his apartment where he concludes it's too big for just one person.  Again, is this guy a psychopath or a nut job?    And yet, by now, we most likely have decided that he is not.  He's apathetic for sure, but in a way we somehow understand.  Meursault has understood a few truths in this world and now he's stuck- he's gotten far enough into exploring the meaning of existence to arrive at this point of lostness.  Very intuitively, he's hit upon this notion that human reasoning is insufficient in fulfilling the very human but fundamental desire to find unity in our world.  We want things to connect, to make sense.  The universe should mean something- there should be a plan.  And yet, there are needs in our hearts that aren't reasonable. Logic- the things we know for sure about the world- these things are not enough to satisfy us.  Meursault keeps voicing this with the refrain, it doesn't matter.  When he puts things in his cosmic order- he understands His mother's death doesn't matter- not in the grand scheme of things.  This relationship he has with this woman- it doesn't matter.  His job-it doesn't matter- and so his response is to detach himself from all of it.  Why should he attach himself to things that don't matter?   What's the point?  And yet, pointlessness is leaving him bored.  It's also leaving him inert.  He doesn't go anywhere or make decisions.  Why should he, nothing matters.  Camus writes, “I said the world is absurd but I was too hasty.  This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said.  But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational world and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.  The absurd depends as much on man as it does on the world.”  In other words, it's not that nothing matters that's the problem.  The fact, that we keep looking for things TO matter- that's where the craziness happens.    In the preface of the English edition, Camus describes Meursault.  Really, he's not describing him as much as he's defending him.  Let me read what Camus has told us about his protagonist:    The hero of the book is condemned because he doesn't play the game.  In this sense he is a stranger to the society in which he lives; he drifts in the margin, in the suburb of private, solitary, sensual life.  This is why some readers are tempted to consider him as a waif.  You will have a more precise idea of this character, or one at all events in closer conformity with the intentions of the author, if you ask yourself in what way Meursault doesn't play the game.  The answer is simple: He refuses to lie.  Lying is not only saying what is not true, and as far as the human heart is concerned, saying more than one feels.  This is what we all do every day to simplify life.  Meursault, despite appearances does not wish to simplify life.  He says what is true.  He refuses to disguise his feelings, and immediately society feels threatened….” There's more and we don't have time to read it all, but Camus goes on to say that Meursault is a man who and again I quote, “is poor and naked, in love with the sun which leaves no shadows.  Far from its being true that he lacks all sensibility, a deep, tenacious passion animates him, a passion for the absolute and for truth.  It is still negative truth, that truth of being and of feeling, but one without which no victory over oneself and over the world will ever be possible”.      Again, and this is still recapping the general idea of last week.   Meursault refuses to do what Camus calls “philosophical suicide” in his companion piece, “the myth of Sisyphus”.   He won't buy into an easy answer that will keep him from facing reality.  Meurseualt wants to really see life with clarity- this is what Camus is calling honest- not because he doesn't tell lies. He will lie for Raymond, as we see and likely find despicable.  But he won't lie to Marie about loving her or to the nursing home people about wanting to see his mother.   Camus said this, and I know we're quoting Camus' other writings a lot, but I think they help tell his story.  He says this, “I understand then why the doctrines that explain everything to me also debilitate me at the same time.  They relieve me of the weight of my own life, and yet I must carry it alone.”  So, in other words, when explain or simplify the world to ourselves through religious terms, economic terms, political terms, whatever terms we want to, maybe we numb the burden of suffering to some degree, but the cost of that is personal honesty.  And that might not be something we should do.  The best way for me to understand this is to think in terms of The Matrix, as in the movie.  In that movie, some people didn't know they were basically vegtables in a machine's concoction.  But there were others that did know, but then just decided they didn't care- they plugged themselves back in.  For Camus, that is a no-go.  You must face your own reality- knowing that it is absurd.  You just have to.      The Matrix is a great example.  When Camus says Meursault doesn't lie, he means it.  Meusault won't live in the Matrix, and just like in the movie,  this is a threat.  It makes everyone uncomfortable.  Having said that in his defense, it is not possible to read this and not be uncomfortable with Meursault, with his choices, with his inertia, with his inability to exercise any agency of any kind- especially when he witnesses and even participates in some pretty horrific things culminating in an actual death.      Yes- and now we have finally reached the theme for this episode.  Last week, we laid down the premise of the absurdity of life, which we've just revisited, we laid down the premise that we're all just specks in the universe which creates this absurdity of life- life goes on with or without us and we eventually disappear completely-  another big point- but what bothers Camus the most, and we see it bothering Meursault- is not just those two things- it's this third idea- if all this is true then why the heck, can I not shake this burden of guilt that the universe has laid upon me?  That is the piece that doesn't make sense.  It's the question that threads the narrative from beginning to end, and although it's subtle, as guilt often is, it bears down mercilessly like the cruel and penetrating sun.      We pointed it out last week when it showed up on page 1 when Mersault asks off work and immediately feels compelled to justify his absence with the line, “it's not my fault.”.  Although we didn't point it out in the podcast, as you read chapter 1, we saw Mersault  feeling the need to defend his choice of putting his mother in the home, as if someone were judging him for that- and indeed, this week he finds out from Salomanno that people were actually judging him behind his back for that.  He feels judged for his decision not to see her dead body.  He feels guilty for drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette with the caretaker.  When his mother's friends come in he actually says this, “For a second I had the ridiculous feeling that they were there to judge me.”   He doesn't know his mother's exact age.  That is highlighted- something to feel guilty about.  I point these things out because they all come back as reasons to judge him when he actually in a literal trial.  At the funeral procession, with the sun glaring down, he is confronted with a woman who says this, to him, “if you go slowly, you risk getting sunstroke.  But if you go too fast, you work up a sweat and then catch a chill inside the church.”  To which Meursault thinks this thought.. “she was right.  There is no way out.”      One of those statements that true on various levels- an epiphany in a way.        Yeah, I think it's something like that.  Now we're in chapter two, Meursault tells Marie that his mom has died.  She looks at him, as if to judge him, and he wants to again justify himself with the same line he told his boss- that it wasn't his fault, but he decides not to.  Because now, he's acknowledging something a little deeper- there's been a progression here that we should follow through the story.  He says this, “you always feel a little guilty.”      What do you think that means?  Of course, it's true and extremely normal to feel guilt when someone dies, especially when someone you love dies, and Meursault did love his mother.  I think that's absolutely true, so in this case you just can't help but feel responsible and guilty.      Why do you say with such assurance that Meaursault loved his mother?  He claims that they were bored with each other, and lots of people later on are going to accuse him for exactly the opposite.     Because I'm a big believer in ignoring what people say and paying attention to what people do.  We can see from Meursault's behaviors that he did love his mother. And not just because he calls her maman.  But he provided for her.  The reason he sent her to the home was because he didn't want her sitting in that house by herself.  His concern was that she was bored- he wanted what was best.  He's clearly a man with a modest income, and yet he is her sole provider.  He provides faithfully- and there is no expression of resentment in him towards her.  He seems happy to do it.  His guilt originates in love- and I think we are going to see that there is evidence he loves Marie too, to some degree.  Meursault's problem is not that he can't feel.  Meursault definitely can feel.  He just can't get his mind to wrap around what his feelings mean.  Feelings obviously aren't rational.  That don't have a point, and for Meursault, that's a huge problem.      Honestly, Camus expressing here this idea of not conforming to society's expectations of how you express yourself is again something that resonates with so many teenagers- all of us really- but especially teenagers.  This idea of appearing apathetic when in reality, it's not apathy but numbness that you're experiencing gets people in all kinds of problems.  In my world, it manifests itself with flunking grades.  How many boys, and they usually are boys- are made to sit in a chair with their teachers, their guidance counselors, and their parents- sometimes all in the same room at the same time- and the general theme of the meeting is that they are there to tell the student he simply don't care about his learning.  They are there because they care, and they want him to understand how bad it is that he doesn't care about his education; his family, his life- all of which can be seen through a general apathy towards school, skipping, perhaps drugs, trouble-making of one sort or another.  The student sits in agreement with the behaviors, but often the point that is incorrect is the diagnosis of apathy as the culprint- it's simple  to say that the student just doesn't care. But more often than not,  the problem- paradoxically,  is the opposite.  It's the caring that causes the  jam with failing grades and the other self-sabotaging behaviors.      I've been in hundreds of those meetings myself.  And the irony is in the pointlessness of it all.  The student feels guilty.  That's never the problem.  We can see that they feel guilty.  Sometimes they may even cry.  Often they feel badly for making their mothers come up to school at 6:30 in the morning (in Memphis that's when these meetings are always held).  They feel badly for not being able to make themselves do the work.  They feel badly for the bad grades, the school skipping, the vaping in the bathroom, whatever it is.  They feel badly for the shame of the confrontation.  The feeling of guilt is definitely overwhelming, but what does that do?  When has guilt ever been a good motivator for success?  As with Meursault, guilt, especially generalized guilt, usually escalates into other things.    Camus makes our absurd hero wrestle with this absurd problem.  And if I were a character in the story, I'd be fussing at Meursault non-stop, although, I already know it would be futile.  I can already hear myself, “Treat that girl better.  Take that promotion.  Stop hanging out with that garbage of a human.”    But, in my estimation, Meursault runs hard in the wrong direction- or at least not the direction, I would want him to go if I were his mother.  He runs straight into his feelings of guilt and pushes them to their most extreme point.  Let's watch how this happens with each engagement.      Well, the next engagement of note for me is Meursault running into his old neighbor Salamano and his dog.  The relationship Salamano has with his dog is one Camus is strangely interested in>. He describes the man and his dog almost like a miserable old married couple.      Page 26-27    Christy, what are we supposed to make of this?    Well, that's always the question with Camus, isn't it?  What are we supposed to make of it.  I find myself judging this man because he's cruel to his dog.  But Meursault won't do that.  He doesn't want to be judged, so he doesn't judge Salamano- just like he won't judge Raymond- and Raymond is absolutely one of the most terrible people in all of literature.  I would stack him up against Katherine Earnshaw, or Napoleon the Pig, or Jack from Lord of the flies.      OH my, that is a lovely cast of characters.  Yes, he's a terrible person.  He's a pimp, or at least seems to be.  He beats the woman he lives with to the point that she bleeds- and yet Meursault won't judge him.  In fact, later on he helps him.     Yes, that irks me. He writes a letter for him.  He lies for him.  At one point Raymond asks Meursault what he thinks about all the horrible things he's done and plans on doing to the Moorish girl he's abusing, and Meursault flat out refuses to make any moral judgements.  He has no empathy for the girl, either.  He said he didn't think anything but thought it was interesting.  Talk about what comes across to the reader as absurd- his reaction to me is absurd.  But after all of this, Camus only observes- at the end of chapter 3, we read only this, “All I could hear was the pounding in my ears.  I stood there, motionless.  And in old Salamano's room, the dog whimpering softly.”      As Meursault absorbs what I would consider to be two very obvious expressions of evil in the world- Camus creates what he calls a “divorce between the world as it is and man's conception of the world as it ought to be”.  What he's describing here is the world as it is, and not the world as I want it to be where pets and women are held in places of tenderness- where respect for life itself is highly regarded and where raw power isn't exercised so mercilessly.        And yet, if life doesn't matter, as Meursault understands that it doesn't, if speckness is a reality, as it clearly is, if we feel guilt for things we aren't really guilty for because of some irrational force from the universe, then what difference does it make if a man abuses his dog and beats a woman he's had sex with mercilessly and violently? It just doesn't matter.   Moral distinctives don't matter.    Yikes- this is deeply negative stuff.      Oh yes, and the offense doesn't end there.  In chapter 4, we circle back to Marie.  The romance between these two is every bit as absurd as the violence we saw in chapter 3.  Meursault, wants Marie, as in the sexual sense, when he see her in a red and white dress (make of those colors what you will); he notes her breasts again, btw- and I'm not sure how to understand all of that. But anyway,  They spend the day and night together; it's all very sensual.  The next morning, instead of cutting out before Meursault wakes up, Marie sticks around.  Meursault goes out to get some meat for them and then we have an odd juxtaposition of observations.  Let's read these:    Page 35-36    I agree with Marie.  It IS terrible.  But Meursault doesn't make judgements.  He doesn't say anything.  He is an outsider.  He is a stranger.  For Meursault, he couldn't see that any of it mattered to him.  Why should it?     I think he believes that is the rational thing to believe, but I think there is something about this absurdity that refuses to let him find peace.  In chapter 6 his boss basically offers him a big promotion.  He is offered an opportunity to work in Paris, to travel, to do all the things, we would ascribe as being important.  Meursault's reaction to this offer is as apathetic as his reaction to Raymond beating the pulp out of his mistress.  He says to his boss that he isn't interested in a change of life.  He says One life is as good as another.  He's not dissatisfied with his life there in Algiers.  But here's the crux of it.  It just doesn't matter.  None of it mattered.  For the absurd hero, that's where you get to with everything.  He says this same thing when Marie revisits their relationship.      Page 41-42    It's turning into a refrain- nothing matters- nothing matters- nothing matters.  Meursault dwells in a lot of silence- for the very reason that nothing matters.  He explains nothing because there's nothing to explain.  He expresses almost no feelings to us, his readers, but ironically, as we will see during his trial, everyone that he knows defends him as being a pretty decent human being.  Fpr the most part, he does right by the people in his life: his mother, Marie, Raymond, Salomano, even Celeste the lady from the diner.  That is not the problem.  For Meaursalt, the  problem is not that whether he loved or didn't love his mother- the problem is that it doesn't matter if he did or didn.t.  He doesn't matter if he loves Marie.  He's happy to marry her if she wants, but really the fact they they love or don't love, marry or don't marry- it just doesn't matter.  And on and on he goes with everything in the world. For Camus, this reality, that can make you dizzy if you go around and around about it – has to be where you start if you want to break out of the cycle of the absurd.  You have to start at this point of being rationally honest.  The problem is, once you find yourself at this basic existential understanding that life doesn't care about you- now you have the problems Meurault is facing?  At that point, How do you prevent total boredom?  How do you even make decisions?  The outcomes don't matter.   And these are tje two constant realities we see in Meursault's life and which I find incredibly annoying.  He can't care, and he can't decide anything for himself.  He lets everyone else in the world make the decisions seemingly because he doesn't see any difference between one course of action versus another.  He feels just as guilty at every point.  He figures if I don't care, and you do, we'll just do what you want.   Why not? His goal is to escape that guilty feeling, but the universe won't let him.      This is the Meursault of part 1, and this is the Meursault that arrives on a beach, shoots a man, and then allows us to walk away from the passage, wondering if it was his fault that he just killed a man who he likely didn't know his name or hold anything againt.      Ironically, for me, the day of the murder is really the happiest day in the entire story, so much so that out of no where we see Meursault having the thought and I quote, “for the first time, maybe, I really thought I was going to get married.”  He's thinking in the future and not in the exact present moment only.    If we think about it in terms of guilt, which I think we should do, we can see this book being about three deaths for which Meursault considers in regard to his own guilt.  In the first instance, Meursault is connected to and held responsible for the death of a woman he did not kill, a woman he loved.  That is sentence one.   The second death is the death of a person that Maursault is 100% responsible for killing but for whose death he did not wish nor even intend.  In this case,  we are made to question the degree to which he is responsible for what he did.  There's no question, he pulled the trigger.   There is no question he was not provoked.  Meursault is at fault.  The final death will be his own in part two, and it is in facing this final death that Meursault finds some semblance of happiness, peace- and incredibly absolution of guilty.. and it's not because he has a secret death wish- he absolutely does not commit suicide- but he'd rather face the guillotine than live dishonestly- and it is in facing hopelessness that he finds some sort of higher calling- although, again, if I'd been his mother, I'd say, I'm glad for your higher calling, son, but play the game a little bit.  Because honestly, it seems obvious, if he had just played the game a little bit, he could have gotten out of the string events that lead to the guillotine.      For sure, as we know from history, in the context of colonialism, the murder of an Arab by a Frenchman would not have been considered a serious crime.  Again, if you read Things Fall Apart with us, we saw that play out in that book as well.  In most cases, something like this, with just a little cooperation from the defendant, would have been handled to ensure minimal penalty….but Camus won't let Meursault play the game.  He seems to want us to look at the culpability of this crime in a strange way.  We are not meant to feel sympathy for the Arab and his family- that is for sure- they don't even play into our understanding of events at all.  We are interested in only the forces at play in Meursault.  This is not a story about a man versus man conflict.  We are dealing with forces that are greater than just a man.  So why do we have a baseless and senseless murder?      Yeah, this is where I feel like I'm wading into the philosophical weeds that could get me in trouble with scholars who have so many different opinions on how to answer that question.  Dang Camus, with his description style leaves so much ambiguity.  He plays around with symbols and forces us to draw some very personal conclusions.  There is room to argue, but I will have a go at it this murder scene- because it is here that we are arrive at the fullness of absurdity.  Nothing is more absurd than death- in fact that is what defines absurdity- we yearn for life but we eventually get death.  So, let's look at this one.  For, the murderer- the name Meursaultis interesting as to how it breaks down when we translate it into English.  It literally could be translated two ways mer- means sea- salt is salt- so this name could mean sea-salt- or it could mean it could mean mer- as in the present tesne of I die.  And  salt if it doesn't meant salt as in what we put on fries could mean salt- as in I leap.  This name coule be translated “die leap”- let me just throw that at you- is the absurd hero Meursault a man who is taking a leap towards the ultimate absurdity itself- death.      Okay- let's say he is.  But why?  Why do that?  One thing you can say about Meursault is that he's not really an unhappy person.  He's not dissatisfied.  He's not greedy.  He actually expresses a great deal of satisfaction and even happiness.      True- all of that is true- but think of the first sentence of the myth of sysyphys- what does Camus think is the only question really worth asking.  Should I commit suicide?  Meursault is all those things, but at the same time,  he can't escape are guilt, boredom and inertia.  That's the trifecta.  He probably could handle a lot of suffering, people do- but they have a hard time handling guilt, boredome and inertia.  If we want to put it in terms that a Christian might understand, you might say that Camus is trying to understand, explain and overcome what Christians call “original sin”- I am guilty by my nature- not by my behavior.  This is irrational and for for Meursault it's an impasse.  He wants out of that conundrum.  It makes him extremely uncomfortable.  The scenes on the beach are full of sun and are incredible uncomfortable from the moment Raymond pulls out the gun – the sun stops the world- there is the sea, the sand, the sun, silence.  There is intense heat.      Let's read it    Page 58/59    The sun made him do it.  What does that mean?    Isn't that the million dollar question?  Camus makes Meursault innocent here.  He doesn't hold him responsible.  The sun's responsible.  And yet, he's not innocent, obviously.  He's guilty by choice.  He shoots the Arab once, then he pauses then he shoots him four more times.  Camus carefully creates a separation between the arguable involuntary shot and then the four that were absolutely on purpose.  Meursault actually stopped after the first shot and then starts up again.  This is about assuming guilt.  Meursault wants something with this.   He wants to be guilty- to understand himself as being guilty.  Where before nothing meant anything- as he said over and over again- he has now committed a specific offense for which there is a concrete association with guilt.  Meursault had not wanted to look at his mother's dead body- he didn't understand why he felt that generalized guilt, but here Meursault understands.  He looks and to use his words, He knows he has broken the equilibrium of the day.  He has come to feel responsible.      And I know I'm getting ahead, but my mind goes here, to Camus' later writing, in The Rebel, he says “Conscience comes to light with revolt.”  This feels like revolt against the universe.  Against, God, if you will.      Definitely.  It is, and it is rebellion and revolt.  These will be the themed for episode 3 as we try to break down part 2 of the book- which IS the optimistic side- and we will find one.  At the end of part one, Meursault will not say anything.  He reacts in silence. Shooting the Arab four more times was like “knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.”      Well, I guess he's not happy about killing the Arab.  There was no vengeance; no thrill or blood thirst.  Just the door of unhappiness on a day that had been actually pretty happy.    Yeah, I think so.  Some say there will always have to wade through unhappiness to get to consciousness and the peace on the other side.  I think Camus leans this way.  The sun, if we cannot figure out or agree on what it symbolizes- if nothing else expresses something that is subjugating our hero and from which he finally feels an overwhelming compulsion to revolt.  He knows it won't help.  He knows he can't escape the sun, but this metaphysical need to fight back is the sentiment.        And so we see, for the first time our apathetic character that can never do anything on his own accord- finally act upon the world.  It's a negative act to be sure.      A terrible act…and one which will come at a cost…but for Camus…that's the beauty of art.  Meursault's act is necessary- and not just for him, but for us as well.  We cannot confront the absurdity of our lives without assistance.  In some ways, Meursault's murder of the Arab is the act of conscious for us too, and if we can arrive at it with the aid of art, perhaps we can also push through the door into consciousness without the four condemning knocks of unhappiness-or at least without their stinging consequences.    Goodness, Christy, that is really living vicariously…I think I just heard you say, if we feel the need to murder the universe, read this book and let Camus do it for us, to avoid all the messy clean up of an Agatha Christie style detective story.      Yes, I think maybe it's something like that.    Well, there you go.  Next week, we will walk with Meursault through the long and claustrophobic trial scene and watch his world play out in yet another set of strange metaphysical contradictions.      The absurd conclusion to the absurd!!!      So, thanks for listening….yadayayada                              We cannot confront the absurd without assistance.  This is what art is designed to do.”In this universe the work of art is then the sole change of keeping this consciousness and of fixing its adventures.”  Art succeeds where reason fails. Art succeeds because it does not explain or sovle.  It just experiences and describes.”  It is inductive.      “the novel creates destintiy to suit any eventuality.  In this way it competes with creation and p, provisionally, conquers death…  “It expresses a metaphysical need.”  Art provides a sense of unity.  That's why symbols are important.  They are ambigiuous.  Camus believes we can only think in images.      In the human condition  “there is a basic absurdity as well as an implacable nobility.”  Symbols oscillate between the natural and the extraordinary- the individual and the universal.   The image as a parable: the attempt to express the undefineable nature of feeling by what is obvius and undefinable in concrete things.”    What characterizies our century is not so much the need to rebuild the world as to rethink it.”    Camus was concerned that language had become estranged from reality- like Orwell.  He quoted Isaiah from the Bible and said this, “the day when crime dons the apparel of innocence- through a curious transposition peculiar to our times- it is innocence that is called upon to justify itself”.    He wanted authentic social and political communities to have the lucity to call good and evil by their right names.    Revolt is a reaction against human suffering and injustice.  It begins in solitude but progresses into an act of solidarity in the name of all men and women.  Rebellion is constitutive of human nature.  “In order to exist, man must rebel,”.  “When rebellion, in rage or intoxication, adopts the attitude of ‘all or nothing' and the negation of all existence and all human nature, it is at this point that it denies itself…rebellion's demand is unity.”   

Back to the Future Welcome to The Guys Review, where we review media, products and experiences.   **READ APPLE REVIEWS/Fan Mail**Mention Twitter DM group - like pinned tweetRead emailsTwitter Poll   Back to the Future Directed by: Robert Zemeckis (Also did sequals, Forrest Gump, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and more) Written by: Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale Starring:  Michael J. FoxChristopher LloydLea ThompsonCrispin GloverThomas F. Wilson Released: July 3, 1985 Budget: $19M ($48.4M 2021) Box Office: $388.8M ($991.2M in 2021) Ratings:   IMDb 8.5/10 Rotten Tomatoes 96% (Rotten tomatos and Metacritic scores are the same for this and Halloween)Metacritic 87% Google Users 95% In the years since its release, Back to the Future has grown in esteem and is now considered to be among the greatest films of the 1980s, one of the best science-fiction films ever made, and one of the greatest films of all time. In 2007, the United States Library of Congress selected the film for preservation in the National Film Registry.  A musical theater production, Back to the Future, was announced in 2014.The musical was written by Gale and Zemeckis, with music written by Alan Silvestri and Glen Ballard. It debuted at the Manchester Opera House, England, in February 2020, to positive critical reviews. Gale said the musical was the best way to give fans more Back to the Future without adding to the film series. First time you saw the movie? Plot:In 1985, Marty McFly is a typical teenager living in Hill Valley, California. At home, Marty's meek father George is bullied by his supervisor, Biff Tannen. His mother Lorraine is a depressed alcoholic, and his older siblings are professional and social failures. Marty's band is rejected at a music contest for being too loud. He confides in his girlfriend, Jennifer Parker, about fears of becoming losers like his parents despite his ambitions.That night, Marty meets his eccentric scientist friend Emmett "Doc" Brown in the Twin Pines mall parking lot at 1:16am. Doc unveils a time machine built from a modified DeLorean, powered by plutonium he swindled from Libyan terrorists. Doc tests the Delorean with his dog, Einstein, sending him exactly one minute into the future, and showing Marty some serious shit. After he proves it works, Doc inputs a destination time of November 5, 1955—the day he first conceived the flux capacitor, which is what makes time travel possible. Just then, the terrorists arrive unexpectedly, opening fire and shooting Doc. Marty flees in the DeLorean, inadvertently activating the flux capacitor, and when he reaches 88 miles per hour, he disappears into a fireball, as the terrorists crash. S:-Huey Lewis was the teacher who told Marty he was too loud.-What would've happened if Einstein hadn't shown back up? Or if he were dead when he did?-If you could go back in time, when would you go? Why?  Arriving in 1955, Marty crashes into Old Man Peabodies barn. After being mistaken for an alien, Marty escapes, driving over one of his pine trees. Marty discovers he has no plutonium to return to 1985. While exploring a burgeoning Hill Valley, Marty encounters his teenage father and discovers Biff has been bullying him since high school. While spying on the teenage Lorraine, George falls into the path of an oncoming car, and Marty is knocked unconscious saving him. He wakes to find himself tended to by Lorraine, who becomes infatuated with him just like in Tuckers dreams. Marty tracks down a younger Doc and convinces him he is from the future, but Doc explains the only source available in 1955 capable of generating the power required for time travel is a bolt of lightening. Marty shows Doc a flyer from the future that documents an upcoming lightning strike at the town's courthouse, and with it being 1955, is the same day Chris lost his virginity. As Marty's siblings begin to fade from a photo he is carrying with him, Doc realizes Marty's actions are altering the future and jeopardizing his existence, GREAT SCOTT; Lorraine was supposed to meet George instead of Marty after the car accident. The pair try and get Lorraine interested in George, but they fail, and Lorraine's infatuation with Marty deepens. This is Heavy.Lorraine asks Marty to the school dance. He plots to feign inappropriate advances on Lorraine, allowing George to intervene and "rescue" her, but the plan goes awry when Biff's gang locks Marty in the trunk of the performing band's car, while Biff forces himself onto Lorraine. George arrives expecting to find Marty but is attacked by Biff. After Biff hurts Lorraine, an enraged George knocks him unconscious and escorts the grateful Lorraine to the dance, picking up her panties on the way. The band frees Marty from their car, but the lead guitarist injures his hand in the process. Marty takes his place and during his playing of Earth Angel, all of his siblings in the picture have disappeared, and Marty starts to fade away, when George and Lorraine finally share their first kiss; bringing back Marty and his siblings. After a rousing performance of Johnny B Good, and, with his future no longer in jeopardy, Marty heads to the courthouse to meet Doc. S:-Guess we shouldn't ask if anyone has ever been a peeping Tom...-When and who was your first kiss?-The flyer is def precurser to the sports almanac in part 2.-So besides it being his own mom, Martys idea is STILL a sexual assault, even if he didn't go through with it, but Biff did. Notice where his hand was coming from when George opened the door.  Doc discovers a note from Marty warning him about his future and destroys it, worried about the consequences. To save Doc, Marty re-calibrates the DeLorean to return ten minutes before he left the future. After some trials, Marty drives and the lightning strikes, sending him back to 1985, but the DeLorean breaks down, forcing Marty to run back to the now LONE PINE mall, much like Trey does on most nights. Lone. Pine. Ok. He arrives as Doc is being shot. While Marty grieves at his side, Doc sits up, revealing he pieced Marty's note back together and was wearing a bulletproof vest. He takes Marty home and departs to 2015 in the DeLorean.Marty wakes the next morning to discover his father is now a confident and successful science fiction author, his mother is fit and happy, his siblings are successful, and Biff is a servile valet in George's employ. As Marty reunites with Jennifer, Doc suddenly reappears in the DeLorean, insisting they return with him to the future to save their children. As they get in, Marty tells Doc he'll need more road to get to 88... When Doc tells him where they're going, they wont need, roads. The DeLorean takes off, and flies into the sky and the future. The End. S:-Again, if you could go back and change anything would you?-If you could know your future, would you?-They didn't think about the fact that Marty would crash into a theatre back in the future?-Also, this implies the whole reason Doc was "friends" with Marty, a 17 year old boy, was because he'd known for 30 years what would happen. How do you even make that introduction and start that friendship? "Hey, we've got to be friends so you go back in time and save my life by writing a letter..."?-I've read reviews of people who don't like the role reversal of George and Biff, that George has basically become the bully. Thoughts?     Top Five Trivia of the movie: 1. The role of Marty McFly was originally portrayed by Eric Stoltz. But he was fired several weeks into the shoot and replaced by Michael J. Fox.2. Thomas F. Wilson improvised some of Biff's signature catchphrases, such as butthead and make like a tree, and get out of here3. The iconic DeLorean time machine was almost a Ford Mustang.4. In early drafts, the time machine was a refrigerator.5. According to Back to the Future Part III (1990), the clock in the clock tower started running at 8:00 p.m. on September 5, 1885. The date is provided by the caption on the photograph that Doc Brown gives Marty at the end of Back to the Future Part III. The time is provided by the Mayor in 1885 in Back to the Future Part III, who starts it. The lightning strikes the clock tower at 10:04 p.m. on November 12, 1955. This means that the clock tower operated for exactly seventy years, two months, seven days, two hours, and four minutes.   TOP 5Stephen:1 Breakfast club2 T23 Sandlot4 Escape rooms ---> Back to the Future5 Mail order brides Chris:1. sandlots2. T23. trick r treat4. rocky horror picture show5. hubie halloween Trey:MeatballsBoondocks SaintsMail Order BridesSandlotLone Survivor Tucker:1. Beer review 2. T23. Gross Pointe Blank4. Mail order brides5. 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Album de la semaine: "Let it be" Super Deluxe edition (Beatles 2021) Beatles-Morning camera/Two of us (take 4)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Two of us (2021 mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)P.McCartney-Every night-McCartney (70)J.Lennon-Jealous guy (Ultimate mix)-Imagine (The Ultimate collection) (70-18)G.Harrison-Behind that locked door (2020 mix)-All things must pass (Super Deluxe) (70-21)R.Starr-Beaucoups of blues-Beaucoups of blues (70)Beatles-The long and winding road (2021 mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Maggie Mae/Fancy my chances with you-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)G.Harrison-Give me love (give me peace on Earth)-Living in the Material World (73)G.Harrison-Love comes to everyone-George Harrison (79)P.McCartney-Letting go (Single edit)-Venus and Mars (Deluxe edition) (75-14)Beatles-I've got a feeling (2021 mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Can you dig it ?-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)R.Starr-Grow old with me-What's my name (19)J.Lennon-Rock & roll people-Menlove ave. (86)P.McCartney-Girls' school-London town (78)J.Lennon-Grow old with me-Milk and Honey (84)Beatles-One after 909 (2021 mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Let it be/Please please me/Let it be (take 10)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-She came in through the bathroom window (rehearsal)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)J.Lennon-I know (I know) (Ultimate mix)-Gimme some truth (Deluxe) (20)R.Starr-Don't pass me by (Re-do)-Give more love (17)Beatles-For you blue (2021 mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Gimme some truth (rehearsal)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)P.McCartney-I want you to fly-"Jenny Wren" single (05)G.Harrison-Mama you've been on my mind-Early takes Volume 1 (12)J.Lennon-Johnny B. good (jam)-Plastic Ono Band (Ultimate collection) (70-21)J.Lennon-Ain't that a shame (jam)-Plastic Ono Band (Ultimate collection) (70-21)Beatles-Get back (2021 mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Accross the universe (1970 Glyn Johns mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)J.Lennon-Nobody loves you (when you're down and out)-Walls and bridges (74)Traveling Wilburys-Handle with care-Traveling Wilburys vol.1 (88)R.Starr-Magic-What's my name (19)R.Starr-Thank God for music-What's my name (19)Beatles-Medley: I'm ready (aka Rocker)/Save the last dance for me/Don't let me down (1969 Glyn Johns mix)-Let it be(Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)Beatles-Don't let me down (1969 Glyn Johns mix)-Let it be (Super Deluxe edition) (70-21)P.McCartney-In a hurry-"Home tonight" single (19)P.McCartney-Station II-Egypt Station (18)P.McCartney-Hunt you down/Naked/C-link-Egypt Station (18)

Mais uma batalha épica chega ao Balaio Podcast! No corner azul, as tardes globais dos anos 90, no auge de seu "De volta para o Futuro", com a ajuda dos Goonies! No corner vermelho, aquele pós-almoço do seu Abravanel, com "Querida, encolhi as crianças" e o apoio do Hulk de tinta guache de Lou Ferrigno! Quem vai levar esse Grande Duelo? // Sinal AMARELO de aleatoriedade. // =================== Bancada #126: Ted Medeiros / Ian Costa / Alexandre Feitosa (Gominho) // Montagem: Nathan Cirino Edição e finalização: Ian Costa // Conteúdo Creative Commons. Atribuição Não Comercial - Sem Derivações 4.0 Internacional (CC BY-NC-ND 4.0) // =================== *APOIE O BALAIO! Doe pelo PicPay! (@balaio.podcast) Ou pelo PIX: balaiopodcast@gmail.com =================== Nossos contatos: Facebook: /balaiopodcast Twitter: @balaiopodcast Instagram: @balaiopodcast Telegram (canal): t.me/balaiopodcastcanal E-mail: balaiopodcast@gmail.com -------------------------- Músicas do #126 Glory of Love - Peter Cetera Alex F – Harold Faltermeyer Johnny B. Good – De Volta para o Futuro The Goonies 'R' Good Enough – Cyndi Lauper Um morto muito louco – Jack e Chocolate & DJ Marlboro I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston Lambada – Kaoma Twist and Shoud – The Beatles/ Curtindo a Vida Adoidado Once Bitten, Twice Sky - Lori Chacko Take My Breathe Away – Berlin The Police Academy March – Brass Band Willebroek --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/balaiopodcast/message

Hoje a aula é em comemoração ao Dia Mundial do Rock, 13 de Julho!!! E para esta festa, temos um pioneiro do gênero, Chuck Berry com o clássico "Johnny B. Goode", que fez parte da trilha (e da história) do filme "De volta para o futuro". Cadastre-se para ter livre acesso à biblioteca #aicm (Aprenda Inglês com música)

It's time for some FOOTBAAAAAAALLLL as Adam, Jeff and Jeramy suit up for a Fantasy Football Film Festival. We pitch sequels to films like The Replacements with Keanu Reeves, Jerry McGuire with Cuba Gooding Jr and Johnny B. Good with Anthony Michael Hall! Listen as we take these one-off sports films into the End Zone for touchdown, the second time around.Stream our SequelQuest Back Catalogue from the links below or find the show on the NEW TRN Feed on iTunes, Stitcher, Google Play, Podbean, SoundCloud and more.SequelQuest Back Catalogue:NEW! Now on Spotify as well! https://spoti.fi/2IrmZOFiTunes http://apple.co/2qJQwuxGooglePodcasts http://bit.ly/2qwIkl7Soundcloud http://bit.ly/2p28pILTuneIn http://bit.ly/2pKRWWfStitcher http://bit.ly/2BJaBGmPodbean http://bit.ly/2nqSQHzNEW TheRetroNetwork Feed:TRN Apple Podcasts: http://bit.ly/TRNpodFeed Credits:Intro MusicMusic: "Let's Go Back" performed by Donovan RaittMusic: Bensound.com "Instinct"Exit MusicMusic: "Let's Go Back" performed by Donovan RaittTechnical Producer: Jeramy HubbardSocial Media Producer: Adam Pope & Jeramy HubbardWebsite: http://theretronetwork.comWebsite: http://sequelquestpod.comTwitter: @SQPodTwitter: @TRNsocialInstagram: @ SequelQuestFacebook: SequelquestAll rights to the individual Intellectual Properties discussed on SequelQuest are under the ownership of their respective current owners, no copyright infringement is intended.

☕ Con muchos frentes abiertos, Freddy Morozovsky es el señor gastronomía en Córdoba y el país. Originalmente fue la cara detrás de Johnny B. Good, pero hoy agrupó otras marcas (Sushi World, Peñón del Águila, Oh My Bowl y el propio Johnny) en un holding gastronómico. Por fuera de eso trabaja el lanzamiento de Juan Bautista en Buenos Aires, y de IDA en Córdoba, ambos con conceptos diferentes. Planes y novedades en esta mesa de café desde el SUM de Cardinales Nuevo Suquía.

Kleen is banging mid-day at a park on second base. Claims to have banged 642 times in a year. We play a song the gets ruined and make fun of Ditty for trying to talk GM and their shitty logo to give him money. Go Deep.  DETAILED TIMELINE  1:00 Actually over and over 2:00 No matter how faithful you are 3:00 I'm on the fence - Strip club vs Massage Parlor 4:00 Make it fair 5:00 There I ruined it - Gag on Kleen's cock.com 6:00 There I ruined it - Johnny B. Good electronic edition 7:00 Fucking Advertising 8:00 Johnny B Good (Fucking awful) 9:00 Kleen Dance Time - Ditty or P Ditty 10:00 Gotta have a cause - My legacy  11:00 Black owned media - GM catching heat  12:00 The second semester of gradient designs  13:00 How many times you have sex per week?  14:00 The plundering of the vagina  15:00 Bye Bye - nice knowing you  16:00 Lets do math 17:00 Kleen almost had the perfect woman  18:00 Banging on second base  19:00 Final Words -  Missionary mid-day Go Deep.

Johnny from “life with Johnny B Good” podcast and cohost of the Lower Left podcast talks about getting educated, Familia, lowriding, music/DJing and running a crew of folks in a not so common work place. Plus the drive to do better and “Just Bring Greatness” to everything that we do in life.

A talented but arrogant young basketball star learns to lead, to share, and to love. Johnny B. Good is at Lehigh College on a basketball scholarship for the Mountain Eagles men's team. Nancy Jones, daughter of the college president, is pursuing a degree in education and has a serious crush on Johnny. She’s there at all the games supporting him, but he seldom notices her. Shortly after being drafted into the NBA, an injury takes Johnny out of the game forever. At first, he thinks he might try to be an on-air sportscaster, but he does not have a broadcast journalism background and would have to take an unpaid internship to start the different career. Then he tries teaching business and history classes at a local community college, but is bored and uninterested in teaching students who do not take his class seriously. After he erupts at the students, he is fired. As a last resort, when Johnny is just about to move back home with his mother, Nancy’s father calls on behalf of Nancy to ask him to coach the basketball team. Nancy is now an assistant professor at the college. The president gives his condolences to Johnny for his sports injury and wishes Johnny had a long career in the NBA, but coaching the college team seems to be a perfect fit. After a moment of silence, Johnny agrees to take the job. Johnny is hard on the lax, unmotivated team; but Nancy confronts him and begs him to be friends with the team players, instead of bullying them. Her encouragement works, and Johnny actually begins to take notice of the young woman who has always been his biggest fan and now also it seems, his best friend. Little by little, Johnny’s coaching gets better, and so does the team. The college has its most successful basketball team ever. And when Nancy agrees to marry him, Johnny becomes a winner for the rest of his life.

BLUES SYNDICATE Nº 15 1- Sintonia 2- MUDDY WATERS. I can´t satisfied. 03.28 3- ALBERT COLLINS. Too tired. 02.59 4- NORA JEAN BRUSO. Spoonful. 03.15 5- GUY DAVIS. Ain´t no bluesman. 03.01 6- VLADY OLMOS & DAVID GARCIA. That´s all right. 03.30 7- ALBERT KING. Howlin for my darling. 03.02 8- BEAU JOCQUE. Baby please don´t go. 03.59 9- JOHN LEE HOOKER. Boom boom. 02.27 10- SONNY BOY WILLIANSON & THE YARDBIRDS. Little red rooster. 02.43 11- MANFRED MAN. Got my mojo working. 03.09 12- JOHNNY WINTER. Johnny B. Good. 02.43 13- B.B. KING. Shake it up and go. 03.07

BLUES SYNDICATE Nº 15 1- Sintonia 2- MUDDY WATERS. I can´t satisfied. 03.28 3- ALBERT COLLINS. Too tired. 02.59 4- NORA JEAN BRUSO. Spoonful. 03.15 5- GUY DAVIS. Ain´t no bluesman. 03.01 6- VLADY OLMOS & DAVID GARCIA. That´s all right. 03.30 7- ALBERT KING. Howlin for my darling. 03.02 8- BEAU JOCQUE. Baby please don´t go. 03.59 9- JOHN LEE HOOKER. Boom boom. 02.27 10- SONNY BOY WILLIANSON & THE YARDBIRDS. Little red rooster. 02.43 11- MANFRED MAN. Got my mojo working. 03.09 12- JOHNNY WINTER. Johnny B. Good. 02.43 13- B.B. KING. Shake it up and go. 03.07

Volvimos al pasado como Marty McFly y el Doc Brown, pero en vez de ser tan geniales como para tocar la Johnny B. Good en la graduación de nuestros papás, nos alcanzó para ver una peli de 1974 y volver. Quizás la mejor de la filmografía Francis Ford Coppola, La Conversación (The Conversation), es la historia de un espía que vive en el constante conflicto entre ser el mejor en lo que hace y su personalidad dedicada a hacer el bien. Una historia que se torna apasionante cuando tenes a una mente maestra del guión y la cinematografía tras bambalinas. Al comienzo establecimos una conexión con el concepto del "Nuevo Hollywood": ¿Qué tiene que ver con Coppola, con De Palma, con George Lucas y qué culpa tiene Spielberg? Para más contenido y cosa golda, sigannos en @benditospoiler en redes.

Welcome to First Presbyterian Church, Columbus, Georgia! We hope you will be blessed by the ministry of the Word through our Sunday morning services! Click here to view the Concise service video on Youtube

Ba'r Poull 'zo un abadenn sonerezh skignet war LaRG' 89.2FM e Gwened (56) ha war lec'hienn ar radio www.larg.fr. Kinniget eo e brezhoneg gant Panda hag Ewen ha skignet e vez sadorn kentañ pep miz da 7e noz. Pajenn FB an abadenn : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ Ba'r Poull is a music radio show broacast in Gwened/Vannes (Brittany) and on our website www.larg.fr. The show is run by Panda & Ewen speaking breton. Follow us on FB : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ Ba'r Poull est une émission musicale diffusée sur LaRG' 89.2FM à Vannes (56) et sur le site www.larg.fr. L'émission est présentée en breton par Panda et Ewen et est diffusée chaque premier samedi du mois à 19h. La page FB de l'émission : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ > Cabbage – Uber Capitalist Death (Dead Kennedys cover) (live) > Marilyn Manson – Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics cover) (live The Last tour on earth) > Dr Feelgood – Don't you just know it (Huey Smith cover) (live BBC in concert) > Elle King – Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash cover) (live Firefly Festival 19-06-2016) > AC/DC – Baby Please don't go (Big Joe Williams cover) (live) > Guns N' Roses – Live and let Die (The Wings cover) (live Saskatchewan Place, Saskatoon, Canada, 26-03-1993) > David Bowie – I can't Explain (The Who cover) (live Marquee Club, Londrez – 16-11-1973) > Jerry Lee Lewis – Johnny B. Good (Chuck Berry cover) (live Panther Hall, Fort Worth, 1966) > Ike & Tina Turner – I heard it through the grapevine (Smokey Robinson cover) (live Street West, San Francisco – 1969) > Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Stagger Lee (hengounel / trad.) (Live Glastonbury, RU – 30-06-2013) > Chris Cornell – Billie Jean (Michael Jackson cover) (live Brasil)

Ba'r Poull 'zo un abadenn sonerezh skignet war LaRG' 89.2FM e Gwened (56) ha war lec'hienn ar radio www.larg.fr. Kinniget eo e brezhoneg gant Panda hag Ewen ha skignet e vez sadorn kentañ pep miz da 7e noz. Pajenn FB an abadenn : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ Ba'r Poull is a music radio show broacast in Gwened/Vannes (Brittany) and on our website www.larg.fr. The show is run by Panda & Ewen speaking breton. Follow us on FB : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ Ba'r Poull est une émission musicale diffusée sur LaRG' 89.2FM à Vannes (56) et sur le site www.larg.fr. L'émission est présentée en breton par Panda et Ewen et est diffusée chaque premier samedi du mois à 19h. La page FB de l'émission : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ > Cabbage – Uber Capitalist Death (Dead Kennedys cover) (live) > Marilyn Manson – Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics cover) (live The Last tour on earth) > Dr Feelgood – Don’t you just know it (Huey Smith cover) (live BBC in concert) > Elle King – Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash cover) (live Firefly Festival 19-06-2016) > AC/DC – Baby Please don’t go (Big Joe Williams cover) (live) > Guns N’ Roses – Live and let Die (The Wings cover) (live Saskatchewan Place, Saskatoon, Canada, 26-03-1993) > David Bowie – I can’t Explain (The Who cover) (live Marquee Club, Londrez – 16-11-1973) > Jerry Lee Lewis – Johnny B. Good (Chuck Berry cover) (live Panther Hall, Fort Worth, 1966) > Ike & Tina Turner – I heard it through the grapevine (Smokey Robinson cover) (live Street West, San Francisco – 1969) > Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Stagger Lee (hengounel / trad.) (Live Glastonbury, RU – 30-06-2013) > Chris Cornell – Billie Jean (Michael Jackson cover) (live Brasil)

Ba'r Poull 'zo un abadenn sonerezh skignet war LaRG' 89.2FM e Gwened (56) ha war lec'hienn ar radio www.larg.fr. Kinniget eo e brezhoneg gant Panda hag Ewen ha skignet e vez sadorn kentañ pep miz da 7e noz. Pajenn FB an abadenn : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ Ba'r Poull is a music radio show broacast in Gwened/Vannes (Brittany) and on our website www.larg.fr. The show is run by Panda & Ewen speaking breton. Follow us on FB : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ Ba'r Poull est une émission musicale diffusée sur LaRG' 89.2FM à Vannes (56) et sur le site www.larg.fr. L'émission est présentée en breton par Panda et Ewen et est diffusée chaque premier samedi du mois à 19h. La page FB de l'émission : https://www.facebook.com/barpoull/ > Cabbage – Uber Capitalist Death (Dead Kennedys cover) (live) > Marilyn Manson – Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics cover) (live The Last tour on earth) > Dr Feelgood – Don’t you just know it (Huey Smith cover) (live BBC in concert) > Elle King – Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash cover) (live Firefly Festival 19-06-2016) > AC/DC – Baby Please don’t go (Big Joe Williams cover) (live) > Guns N’ Roses – Live and let Die (The Wings cover) (live Saskatchewan Place, Saskatoon, Canada, 26-03-1993) > David Bowie – I can’t Explain (The Who cover) (live Marquee Club, Londrez – 16-11-1973) > Jerry Lee Lewis – Johnny B. Good (Chuck Berry cover) (live Panther Hall, Fort Worth, 1966) > Ike & Tina Turner – I heard it through the grapevine (Smokey Robinson cover) (live Street West, San Francisco – 1969) > Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Stagger Lee (hengounel / trad.) (Live Glastonbury, RU – 30-06-2013) > Chris Cornell – Billie Jean (Michael Jackson cover) (live Brasil)

Entrevistamos a Freddy Morozovsky - desde Córdoba - CEO del grupo #BrexCompany ( Johnny B. Good Buenos Aires / Peñón del Águila Cerveza / Sushiworld / Oh My Bowl / BLACK PAN / Siamo Deli Cucina ) De qué se trata la empresa que gestiona marcas franquiciables. Por qué se tomaron tanto tiempo en franquiciar por primera vez Jonhy B. Good. FRANQUICIAS QUE INSPIRAN, un formato multiplataforma conducido por Gonzalo Otalora, donde se difunden oportunidades de negocios para inversores, emprendedores y comerciantes.

Approached by an old foe seeking help, the Alpha Squad must decide how much risk to take in search of the truth.