Podcast appearances and mentions of Matt Maeson

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#brucespringsteen #eminem #rocknrollphotography #rocknroll #podcast #storytimepodcast Jesse DeFlorio is a director & photographer BORN in New Jersey and living in NASHVILLE. Touring since the age of sixteen, Jesse has worked in all fifty states and nearly 30 countries. He has toured with Olivia Rodrigo, Kelsea Ballerini, Imagine Dragons, Matt Maeson, Dermot Kennedy, Billy Raffoul, the All-American Rejects and many more.His clients include A24, HBO, ROLLING STONE, HONDA, Interscope Records, Budweiser, Atlantic Records, SONY, Capitol Records, Hype Machine, Dine Alone Records, Red Bull Records, AEW, WWE, Kobalt, Fuse.He joins us in studio to discuss touring Europe, visiting Japan, meeting idol Bruce Springsteen, landing an Eminem cover, touring South Africa and crazy backstage stories from years, traveling the globe alongside the most famous artists in the world.Don't forget to like and subscribe GRAB YOUR KNOX HYDRATION - https://www.knoxhydrate.com/For Super Powers fueled by nature, grab your Super Mushroom Focus, Health, Athlete or Sleep at https://supermushrooms.co.za/FOR MORE INFO Jesse DeFlorio - https://www.instagram.com/jessedeflorio/Joshua Eady - https://www.instagram.com/justblamejosh/Storytime Podcast - https://www.instagram.com/storytimepodcastjosh/WATCHhttps://youtu.be/0Dn9iYvgzB4

Welcome to the 101st episode of the Tasty Brew Music Podcast!I first met Christian Dixon at a Sunday Heartland SongNetwork Song Sanctuary session at PH Coffee House.  Shortly thereafter I welcomed Christian on air for what I believe was his very first radio appearance.  I was honored to recently welcome him back to the airwaves as he was preparing to release his new work “Genetics.”Christian is a middle born child from a small town in theMidwest…Hamilton, Missouri I believe. From a young age, he asked himself the big questions like "What is this all for?" As a pastor's grandson, faith and religion were inseparable from his upbringing. Scarcity and provision, mental health and illness, and shifting self-worth were also formative experiences that shape his life's perspective.  He is heavily influenced by the lyrics of Switchfoot lead singer Jon Foreman, and relates closely to the work of Matt Maeson and Noah Kahan. Christian wants his music to be meaningful, introspective, and authentic; he is unafraid to confront heavy subjects like family trauma, loss, doubt, and a longing to answer the question "What is this all for?"Enjoy this follow up appearance on the Tasty Brew with Missouri son Christian Dixon. 

Join us for an intimate conversation with renowned producer/musician David Baron and artist Ginger Winn as they unravel the creative process behind their mesmerizing album "Stop Motion." Discover how these two musical potion makers found their collaborative rhythm and transformed their individual artistic visions into a seamless sonic journey. From studio magic to songwriting secrets, Baron and Winn share the stories and inspirations that shaped their June 2024 release. David brings his extensive experience working with artists like The Lumineers, Shawn Mendes, and Matt Maeson to this unique collaboration, while Ginger contributes her distinctive voice and songwriting perspective. Click ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠this discount link⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to sign up and receive 30% off your first year with DistroKid and share your music with the world! Pick up my ⁠⁠⁠⁠new LP "I" on vinyl⁠⁠⁠⁠ in its full spinning colorfulness⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ while they last

Today's guest is the wonderful Teresa Brenneman, 2/4 Emotional Manifesting Generator RAX Eden 2, Host of the Emoting Podcast and Co-Host of the Human Design Coffee Talk podcast, Singer/Songwriter/Instrumentalist galore! We talked in depth about aspects of our Human Design charts including cognition, profile, the emotional waves, individual and integration circuitry, as well as some specific gates. Then, we dive into some of Teresa's favorite artists and explore the connections in their charts. Links to connect with Teresa's work: Human Design Coffee Talk Podcast The Emoting Podcast Teresa's Instagram Page Teresa's song "You are your own Light" Links to songs/artists we referenced: Matt Maeson's song Cringe Manchester Orchestra Saosin Check out some of the charts we referenced in this episode over on the ⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠ page. ~~~~~~ My stuff: 4/20 Lisianthus Planting at Fay Flower Farm (and there is also music happening over at the lodge that evening) 4/25 Last chance to attend the "WTF if EFT?!" class with me and Jozette! To connect with me on Instagram go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/annawithintention⁠⁠⁠⁠ and if you would like to work with me, check out my link tree: ⁠⁠⁠⁠http://linktr.ee/annawithintention --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/musicbydesign/message

Marat Khusnutdinov has signed his ELC is expected to arrive in Minnesota sometime soon. The guys break down what his signing means for the Wild, where he fits, and when the Wild may put him into action. They then discuss what they believe the reality of the Wild is, including the effect of the Top Line and their opinions on Declan Chisholm, Marcus Johansson, and Freddy Gaudreau.  They wrap up the show with a dive into the trade deadline and what the Wild should do with Brandon Duhaime and Connor Dewar. Follow us on Twitter/X: @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

Ed Sheeran - Eyes Closed (00:00 - 03:09) Jacob Collier - Little Blue (03:09 - 11:04) Bongeziwe Mabandla - Noba Bangathini (11:04 - 13:56) Flyte & Florence Pugh - Tough Love (13:56 - 16:42) Mahalia - Lose Lose (16:42 - 20:38) The Teskey Brothers - Carry Me Home (20:38 - 24:35) Madison Cunningham - All I've Ever Known (24:35 - 29:27) Myles Smith - I Found (29:27 - 33:32) Matt Maeson - Cry Baby (33:32 - 36:55) Kim Churchill & Steph Strings - Please Come Home (36:55 - 40:50) SOLOMON - Do You Want My Love? (40:50 - 43:53) Gabrielle Aplin - Skylight (43:53 - 47:21) All uploads on this channel are for promotional purposes only! The music has been converted before uploading to prevent ripping and to protect the artist(s) and label(s). If you don't want your content here  please contact us immediately via email: allmusiclive@outlook.com and WE WILL REMOVE THE EPISODE IMMEDIATELY! 

Merry Christmas! Our gift to you is a new pod where we break down the Minnesota Wild prospects that will be at the World Juniors including Liam Ohgren, Servac Petrovsky, and Rasmus Kumpulainen as well as some notable snubs. They also discuss the investigations in former AGM Chris O'Hearn and GM Bill Guerin before diving into their thoughts on John Hynes' coaching tactics, and the glowing success for Filip Gustavsson and Brock Faber. Follow us on Twitter/X: @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

Dean Evason has been fired as the Head Coach of the Minnesota Wild. The guys Dean's tenure and asses his successes, failures, and whether or not letting him go was the right decision. They also reflect on his character and how much he meant to several players and team staff. They then discuss their thoughts on John Hynes and what he may or may not bring to spark a rebound. Also discussed on this show are prospects - deeper dives into Charlie Stramel's slow start and whether or not his development is worrisome. Other deeper dives into Danila Yurov and Riley Heidt.  The guys also discuss the continued early season success for Brock Faber and Marco Rossi and how the team might be turning a corner. Follow us on Twitter/X: @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

The guys are finally back! They take time to recap the key off-season extensions to Marcus Foligno, Mats Zuccarello, and Ryan Hartman before jumping into their reactions from the first 9 games of the season including Brock Faber's increased responsibility, Marco Rossi's big steps forward, Filip Gustavsson's rough start, the impact of the Matt Boldy and Jared Spurgeon injuries, Calen Addison's sneaky good start, and why there's reasons to be optimistic about the Minnesota Wild moving forward.     Follow us on Twitter/X: @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

Go to https://artisthub.io/aristake and get your free month trial. Dustin is a music industry marketing specialist with 15+ years working with major and independent artists, building their brand, presence, and revenue. After spending 10 years as an artist manager he moved to Venture, a digital marketing agency, to develop and run their content marketing service. There he built and trained a team which has created content that's reached millions of fans for acts including Matt Maeson, Restless Road, American Authors, FLOBOTS, and Zach Top. Dustin is also a well-established influencer on TikTok, with over 35k followers, where he educates independent artists on digital marketing and the music industry.Learn more about Dustin Boyer at Venture Music: https://www.venturemusic.com/ 00:00 - Welcome05:20 - Fake music business feuds to ramp engagement, Spotify's Discovery Mode, ad platforms for gaining fans13:39 - Meta ad strategies for musicians and funnels21:27 - Tracking conversions and the only platform that properly does this28:23 - Owning your audience and fan data35:13 - TikTok ads killing organic reach37:50 - Breaking out Ashley Ryan 45:33 - Artist growth strategies around content51:33 - Routine and social mediaSubscribe to The New Music Business: https://aristake.com/nmbAri's Take Academy: https://aristakeacademy.comWatch more discussions like this: https://bit.ly/3LavMpaConnect with Ari's Take:Website: https://aristake.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/aristake_TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@aris.takeX: https://twitter.com/ArisTakeThreads: https://www.threads.net/@aristake_YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/aristake1Connect with Ari Herstand:Website: https://ariherstand.comInstagram: https://instagram.com/ariherstandX: https://twitter.com/ariherstandYouTube: https://youtube.com/ariherstandConnect with Dustin:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/venture/X: https://twitter.com/venturemusic_TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@venture_musicLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/dustyb/Edited and mixed by Mikey EvansMusic by Brassroots DistrictProduced by the team at Ari's Take Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this episode, as always, we go over the songs/artists that have been heavy in our rotation for the past month.This month we switched it up and introduced a new "random topic question" to close out the showI appreciate all the suggestions/questions/topics yall send my way. Keep em comin!This episode's featured artists/songs:Caskets- More Than MiseryMatt Maeson- RationalLabyrinth- Crown The EmpireVincent Mason- A Little Too GoodBlessthefall- Wake The DeadPaul Russell- Ms Poli SciThe Plot In You- Left Behind

We dive into the discography of Matt Maeson, including intro + Who Killed Matt Maeson? + The Hearse 0:00 - 23:04, Bank on the Funeral 23:05 - 43:00, UserX 43:01 - 49:37, Never Had to Leave 49:38 - 1:03:34, top 10 songs, concert setlist, and album rankings 1:03:35 - end.

this is a cringeworthy read, i'm sure of it. {THE TIME CAPSULE] Here lies everything I won't delete, but wouldn't dare to publish (as of yet), and therefore banish to the land and/or realm of impossibility, where everything entirely consists of unimaginable, unfathomable, inconceivable, never-ever-happened ( or will) unexistence. Nothing Here Exists. Amen. (I didn't write this.) The Colenel's Jounal. “Would he be mad reading this shit? “ I mean. I have to step back at this point and admit to reading this shit to myself at this point, that... I stumbled upon an interview with none other than The Great Mike Tyson--who--if coincidences actually existed--coincidentally dated my mother oh-way-back-when. I remember the shenanigans she went through to get him to sign a pair of boxing gloves for an auction she hosted, once, when I was younger. For that, I've always gotten a little chuckle, whenever I've randomly ended up watching something. Dude is funny. As for other dude? I'm so lost. It's almost like Insomniac (or whoever) can read my thoughts--or at the very least, my text messages. It's been a year of strangeness, and I'm now more lost than found. Why is Pasqualle so strangely familiar? What is this connection, i'm missing? Who am I, if not S U P A C R E E? I'm aware of my cosmic insignificance, my societal displacement. I am nothing useful that I know of, but it seems so that I've been being followed. So maybe he's not a white supremacist, after all...he seems to love as much as I do--if not more. So, that one's my fault, as everything is. I wonder if the window of opportunity has truly closed. I wonder what to make of all this, at all. I'm so, so confused, and so lost, and so… ...confused... First, I levitated. Still can't get over that (literally) Then....everything else. Literally everything else. From playing drums at Ruskos set, to weirdly making my way to Excision, just “following a vibe”--my failed suicide attempt, and running away to Bass Canyon where, everything in my reality officially shattered. Now, here I am...about to be homeless, jobless, and lost in love. I can't shake it off anymore, I can't let it go. My brain's wrapped around all of it, all the time. Prayers, Mantras, Methods. I'm driving myself crazy trying to wish away the pain. I need to be...need to be… … Needed. Bearr needs me. Sometimes, in all the pain--I fail to see that. But he does--and if I can't make it in show business...how are we meant to survive? There's no room for depression and poverty in motherhood. After losing the twins...I just can't. I can't be sad and parent at the same time. And, maybe that makes me weak. Maybe it makes me stupid. Maybe I've just had enough. But there's nothing I wouldn't give just to know that there's love, somewhere out there for me. Is it selfish that that's all I want? I think i'm a good person, but maybe i'm wrong. I can account for hundreds of premonitions, predictions, visions--outstanding sensitivity to energy...but how could I misread, and misjudge, so easily? Something inside me never really made it out of that tent. Then, going back--maybe it was all of me, that never made it out of that ambulance. Am I just the special kid in class--and it's obvious I've been left behind? When I hear myself speak aloudt, I wonder if I am retarded. I feel other people also wonder. Either way, how would anyone have known about my musical history so broadly, as it's been displayed? There's no going back from it. I can't go back to being a regular “Skrillex” fan. It's almost like...almost like I can't go back at all. And I miss that, a lot--just being able to be honest about what my taste in music is, who my favorite musician is…. I tense up when I hear the word “Skrillex”. In good company, I can shrug it off, I guess…. But on any regular day, it still feels deep. It doesn't leave my mind, ever. I can pretend to move on, but I can't unlove. I can't unlove. So, i'm two-for-two...three-for-three, if you count Josh Pan's video, where his face swells up and he turns into a reptile… I remember waking up for work with swollen eyes, and bulging, puffy skin...the way the spiral to insanity began...not with suicide, at all--at least, in the traditional sense. I was working 80 hours a week. I needed it--I needed out of my marriage. Pasqualle's sweater Sonny's Sweater, now falling apart--because, yes--I've worn it every day for nearly a year. A red, white, and blue blanket, reminding me of my presidential ambitions--which have since, not faded...but become realistically reflected with this sense that, I have much to fulfill between now-and-never. I'll only run for President if I can afford it. I can only afford it if I am successful in music. I found it heartwarming that Mike Tyson is so enamoured by the culture. To see him swell with joy, such as I have, upon discovering the world of raves. Apparently, there will be some kind of permanent Oasis, someday...I hope I live to see it. Better yet, I hope I live to play there. I want my chance on all the stages, as selfish as it may seem. To earn a place behind the decks, an unrealized dream. But, can I find it to become all that it takes? To read and move a room, to create and connect with people, live onstage. To inspire a crowd--telling a story with music. To give love, the best way that I can. I miss myself...but no I don't. I do miss never having to worry about whether I was too fat to be found attractive by someone I vehemently admire--but never thought about sexually, in all of the years i've loved watching him live. But, its a vibe. Much ado about Elon Musk. I'm not smart enough to become a rocket scientist--and it's too late for me to become an astronaut, as I once dreamed...but there's something in the space above us all, that seems to connect the space between us all--and it's almost as is the walls are caving in. Time and space continues to collapse upon itself. I might be broken forever...but then, I always was. Who'd have thought the Grand Prize for your third suicide attempt is a Skrillex? I'm cursed, in the way that...it won't fall off. My brain won't un-Sonny itself. I'm on default to give a fuck now, and there's no turning back. I guess this is what I get for hating on *fangirls*...now i am one. Problem is, I'm a lot less cute. How often does shit like this happen? There's hypnosis through music--and then there's losing your entire soul to something outside of yourself. Why and how am I so out of place, in this world? ‘You're too good for this world.' Nothing's been forgotten, it's just getting more suppressed. I can pretend to move on, but I won't. I just found the Holy Mecca of research for my weird, invasive project. Apparently DeadMau5 had some kind of comedy show, or something--called “coffee run” It seems to be about...2014, but haven't bothered to check yet--I'm sure, though that this predates the infamous ‘fued'. Blah blah blah--i'm learning too much about these people. People. Real people. ...was interrupted to watch the new episode of Rick and Morty; Lucky me. One half-hour and several belly-rolling laughs later, I'm back...with slightly more self confidence that, if The Heavens grant me whatever kind of combination of confidence and focus that it will take to bring the Festival Saga If nobody's sampled this video, I've stumbled upon a literal goldmine. Life imitates art--and music imitates music. “I love it when it's super sweaty.” (How do I resonate with this so well?) “ A Los Angeles Real Estate Guy In Torono”, says Dillon. “Yeah, there's a few of those.”, Joel recants, stoically. Now i'm watching people who never mattered on YouTube, in a finally “Sonny says…” If i can ever make my brain learn the magic that makes something like Ableton somehow turn into a banger. “Does he drive?!” I've wondered this myself. “I don't think he does.” I knew it. Dillon Francis' awkwardness is reminiscent of mine...again, here I am wondering...who I might be if I were born a white male--if nothing was changed, but the body. CRUSTPUNKS. How did I get here? Oh, yeah. I specifically opened an incognito window to...fuck it. I know what I'm here for. The thing is, I don't know what i'm blessed with. I don't know that i'm talented… It could all just be a Grand Delusion… Do I hate myself enough to try this? A movie where the entirety of the fabric of [my] universe is music, and the musicians that make it. A universe that already existed in the Multiverse of Rick and Morty, since it's strange inception into my being. Wait, how the fuck did I get here? I was already on a writing tangent Probably--I hate enough to “ i get to go home--not tomorrow, but the next day” This experience is becoming so humanizing. It is a job, this music shit--Touring takes you everywhere but home. What the fuck is ‘home?' Perhaps I am meant for this shit, after all. I don't have a home, anyway. I also don't have any music under my belt, but--with any luck, I can pump out the LP I promised my twins. Today Marks 5 years since Skyy passed away. May 23rd will be 2 years, since Phoenixx left us. It's not a good time of year, for grief. With no friends I can trust (Annie's Toxicity is again rearing its head), no family that loves me the way a family should...I find myself completely isolating from what Love is, almost forgetting what it might have felt like. “How often are you home?” “KAAAAHHHHHHHHHN” If i'm ever lucky enough to learn how to make Dupstep--that deserves to go before a fucking deadly drop. I've officially seen Skrillex more times in person than ever on video--which disincluded, of course, the tent incident--something I'm realizing that if I'm unable to catch up with myself in time, I'll have to live with forever. Can I answer my own prayers? At this point, i've given up any expectation of what it might be like to achieved enough to earn any kind of place in that world *their* world... 5/6/2020 Life is unfair sometimes. Like--do I want tacos, or divine inspiration? Do I put off fasting for yet another day, just for the temporary comfort and satisfaction of eating? Does limiting my eating to once every 24-hour-or-less suffice as enough of a self-sacrifice, that my prayers might be answered? I highly doubt that it is, but still--I often ride the line between just allowing myself to feel good when I can (and food does, make me feel so....so good) and remaining steady in my fasting. Then, it has been over 6 months of almost constant fasting and praying, all over someone I haven't properly met--all over myself. Because, the longer I stay in this mindset--the clearer it becomes that it is all the same. At the core, there's only really one thing in existence. Skyy will have passed away 5 years ago tomorrow. To think, I should have had 5-year-old twins. They would have been so beautiful; I've never quite imagined them so, umti now. I miss my babies so much. Will I ever be okay again? I thought to record a song for Skyy, but it would never be ready by tomorrow, in the perfect way that I would want it to be. I don't want to put out anything less than the best. I'm being as patient as I possibly can with teaching myself--but grow frustrated in my limitations. The only thing standing between me, and the tools I need to make the music I have...is me. (Really, it's money.) Lack of money is keeping me from being unstoppable. With unlimited money, I'd have a home--I could fully pay all 4-years of my tuition at UCLA….ny dream school. I'd study music, anthropology, astrology….maybe even engineering. I can't make myself prettier--but I can make myself smarter. Google University just isn't cutting it. I want to make a difference in the world by any means, and i'm trapped behind the gate of poverty. I just want a closet full of harem pants, chuck taylors, and T-shirts with stuff I like on them. I just want to wear my kandi every day. I just want to be behind the decks atop the stages of my favorite places… I want to be someone's favorite DJ. I want to be one of my favorite DJ's favorite DJ I, I, I… How selfish. What does the world need? Less people. Well, i'm honestly one-less, I guess, if I can;t make it in music, in art. If I can't make a decent living just by being myself...i'm not meant to live at all. That much is true--no life worth living includes waking up every day to go to a job I hate, that barely pays my bills. No life is worth living that Something strange happens to me when my favorite people go ‘live' on instagram Social Media, a young demon with whom I constantly evade, when I am not forcibly fighting to fit the status quo (which, I cannot.) Watching my social media right now is like the digital equivalent of “You can't sit with us.” I've grown attached to OWSLA like some sort of distant, imaginary family--only, I know this is something I've just embedded into my mind--the ultimate wishful thinking. Everything I do seems fragile, as if the grid I had discovered not only exists in the outer world, but also my inner--that everything I do, think, say, sing, speak makes a difference in what will happen moving forward. Reawakening my center has been difficult, saying the very least--I am almost paralyzed by negativity--made catatonic through senses with which I cannot control; My ‘home' life has become a hell where i'll-spirits and pitiful thoughts are cast about me--in reality, I have no home. In truth, I'm unsure that I have any purpose, either. It's all been bothering me… Now it's something that just hurts, like everything else. Add to the pain, subtract from willingness to live. Add to the trauma, subtract from the motivation to succeed. How much of my fault is this? Who did it? What is it for? Amongst the most otherworldly of theories, the possibility that extraterrestrials had actual involvement in removing Sonny from wherever he was supposed to be (Burning Man, albeit) and placing him where I was. I've wondered how else the dancing shadows cast against the canvas of the tent were so perfectly made-- ancient egyptian prophecies foretold as a light show, in the moments leading up to the one where the entirety of my being was shifted, in an instant. I dreamed of a B2B with Skrillex, and instead got a face-to-face with Sonny Moore. One, apparently, does not quite equal the other. Eight (or so) months later, and I've filtered through all the stages of grief--for all of the ways I had to lose him--as much as one could be lost, without actually dying. But, perhaps I am dead. My soul and spirit at least, are trapped, and tainted torturously from all I've come to gather. Running into the night, like a bat fresh out of hell, away from the visions I was forced to have from our exchange-- I can only imagine, had I acted any differently and stayed, rather than fled what else I may have seen. In only the few short moments we shared together...I was able to see more of his life than for anyone I've ever ‘seen' for, besides myself. To have, after only a few moments--seen both backwards into his past--and forwards into a seemingly shared future of some sort. I don't know what else to call this creepy psychic shit, other than “seeing”. To even call myself a “seer” would be a heavy title, I'd be too uncomfortable to claim. Still, vivid memories of the dude's past--and chilling premonitions of the future, have left me disgustingly sick with a concern that wholly did not exist, beforehand. But, when faced with the question: “What would it be like to actually lose him?” I fucking lost it. I've never taken well to celebrity deaths--perhaps, overly sensitive in ways that suite absolutely nobody--I just so happen to have fallen apart numerous times, upon learning of the passing of those i've long cherished. I collapsed fully at Michael Jackson's passing, scrolling through the African TV channels in disbelief, as I desperately searched for a News Channel in English to confirm that it was indeed, true. This was, of course, a couple years after I cried for hours with Back to Black on repeat in the wake of Amy Winehouses' death--going even further back, I can recall arguing with a classmate that Steve Erwin, another hero, was brave--rather than ‘stupid', and undeserving of his untimeley demise. A special place lies in my heart for the day I remember losing Robin Williams-- a weird memory which collides in the now, with my affinity for Skrillex music and the strange outer connectivity my emotions seem to have in the passing of those I wholeheartedly admire; I've shed tears for Whitney Houston, Prince--I've shed tears for all of them. But none so much as for Skrillex, who is [surprisingly] still alive… And I'm mad about it. I'm mad about it, because I was [partially] happy in my place, as a fan. I wasn't even the best fan, or the biggest fan (metaphorically speaking--physically, though--I probably hold a record of some sort.) I wasn't following his social media--I wasn't following his anything, honestly. I was just crossing my fingers that with every lineup released, I might find the name “Skrillex” plastered to the top of it, or standing out broadly against the other ‘S' names, if alphabetically presented. I'm mad about it, because I hate myself. I've been hating myself my entire life. But i've never hated that I loved Skrillex--in fact, I've always been quite proud, having watched the project skyrocket, as EDM penetrated pop-culture in the years following my college endeavors. Never really thought to think that at any point, we might be equals. We're not--outwardly, anyway. Inwardly, though? Fuck me. It's like I'm bound to it by the roots of the Tree of Life. Like something in my DNA was activated by an overabundance of Skrillex. I've undoubtedly, and by far crossed the threshold of having listened to 10,000 Hours of Skrillex, guaranteed. No calculations needed. Still, there are perhaps millions of others who share the same affinity--and at least a few thousands who are more outwardly obsessive than in. It works, when I need to know something I'd rather just ask Sonny myself, but can't--there's always a kid in the fan pool who has been quick to find whatever information I'm looking for, long, long before I've come to look for it. Poor guy. For almost an entire year, that's all I've really been able to think. ‘Poor guy.' Because, if the roles were reversed--and for whatever reason I decided to make my way into someone's tent at a music festival (I wouldn't) and I scared them into a shock, resulting in them fleeing away from me--I'd feel like shit. And, if I had been touring my entire life and watched the culture grow and morph into the nearly unmanageable able monster it has become--i'd feel like shit. If I had to watch an ambulance cart away someone in the crowd during one of my sets, I'd feel like shit. If I had to do a live set while I felt like shit, I'd feel like shit. and ...if some random fan fell head over heels in love with me, simply because I crawled into her tent, or made really good music, or made her feel some kind of way… I'd feel like shit. And that shit probably happens all the time. It's been 10 long years for me, with Skrillex-- but I can't imagine how long the last 10 years have been, as Skrillex. Now I think about all the shit DJs go through, being DJs….what's more, I've had to give in-depth thought to what it means to be a celebrity at all--what it might be like to have someone grow an obsession over you--unprovokingly. Although my ‘obsession' for this particular person can't technically be considered ‘unprovoked' (I was minding my own business, after all--and Skrillex was not on the lineup.) I can't help but feel for those in the limelight whose charisma and talent combined attract every type of creeper imaginable. I'm just the kind of creeper that wants to make music; any previous searches as an attempt to ‘get to know' Skrillex, previous to last August, originated in attempting to comprehend how to create such organic sounds--exploring and studying how intricately layered and carefully arranged each of my favorite sounds and songs were made. Piecing together how exactly an artist like such, had become as such. Now, i'm just entangled in self-doubt, as it seems the entire next generation is equipped with whatever skillset it takes to become an electronic musician. Self-doubt, as I fear that my body weight intimidated him as much as his presence intimidated me. Again: All me. All bad. I've nowhere to turn to to unleash this shit--it has to be a secret-- and even letting it slip to Annie in the isolation of the aftermath has felt like a mistake, since I allowed it to happen. Can I keep a secret? Ha. There are things that only I know, certainly. The premonition I did subtly speak of, I refused to unearth in detail, even to Annie. The other visions I was made to have, still my own secret; I've begun to wonder if, upon meeting Sonny, I would keep it to myself; I suppose that would depend on nature and context. But, I think about it every day. It is my first thought upon waking up, my final thought before coming to rest--it has permeated into the only dreams I ever have anymore--crowds my semi-waking thoughts as I toss-and-turn throughout the night; the amount of energy exchanged, the amount of concern that consumes me....lets me know that it is all apart of something far beyond my comprehension, far beyond my senses...far beyond any understanding of the universe that I may have. And, it hurts. As bad as it is for me, it's probably worse for him--IF he remembers any of it. Then, probably a seasoned drinker (lol, “probably”) There's a good chance that, well-- he does remember. Oh God no. If I could motion to be erased, I would. I've been trying to erase myself for the better part of a year, including and certainly not limited to August 4th--an attempt I can stand to think I had not fully recovered from by the time it all happened. What the fuck did happen? Though it can't be denied that each of us possesses some kind of magic--the origins of mine can be traced back, at least on one side. Powers I was ‘born with', as told by my father--something I only believed until I was old enough that it didn't make sense--and something I was forced to recognize once I was old enough that it did. I want to know what exactly it is that ties us... Where this love--which is what it is, undeniably-- originates. I've spent the better part of the last year praying and meditating, and attempting to loosen the knots in my stomach enough to self-soothe enough to settle that, at worst-- Sonny was just being a pretty white boy, looking for a good time--and I just became a victim by knowing how to have one. Alternately--how fuck fuck would he even know I exist? As i've stated, I was the epitome of a silent Skrillex fan, prior to all these spectacular occurrences. I may have, at some point online--said something about Skrillex being my Spirit Animal… (still true) But can't imagine what else might have been garnered in my attainable, tangible history, which would alert him of my existence at all. Then, with all the money in the world, you truly can do anything… And that's what I hate in all this. Him--having all the money in the world, and me, having none… The very thing that separates us from settlement, myself from closure. Really, the only thing I want. Closure. ‘I got love, fuck your money.' Sonny can be anyone--he's earned that right. He can be with anyone--deservingly so. I want for him the very best--and, knowing that I am not (physically, anyway) am dismissive of any judgement cast. I wouldn't want me, either--looks matter, I know. I just want to know what he means to me--in this lifetime, in this realm, in this reality. I didn't have to be moved from where I was to be inspired by him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being attracted to him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being connected through the music--I just always was. And it all came crashing down in a tent, at the bottom of the rabbit hole--where I lost my mind--after having already lost my soul, to something beyond the senses, long ago. I committed wholly and permanently to making music when Phoneixx died, almost 2 years ago. The point was never to sound like Skrillex, but rather to be like Skrillex, as an artist--but, after much speculative examination--I guess, I always was. I lost myself in the early days of Myspace. From First To Last rang through the hallways of my middle school's corridors. Chiodos carried me through the days of wrist-cutting and air-dust huffing, through the days of binging-and-purging, wishing I was prettier--and in the height of all that is the drama of living in my very own Teenaged Wasteland… The Rocket Summer was handed to me by the hands of an angel, as I transitioned out of awkward adolescent depression and into an almost-well-adjusted life at a performing arts school, as an aspiring musician, singer, dancer and storyteller… The dream that carried me out of Utah, and into the Heart of Hollywood at the age of 16… The dream I thought died, long ago. When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? Billie Ellish's spirit collided with mine, as the first time I heard her voice, I shattered inwardly, and shivered in the resonance that is the understanding of pain, born undoubtedly in love; I shuddered to think that someone so young could feel so devoid of the willingness to live, to move onward. My response upon first experiencing her music, of course, a genuine “...Is she ok?” Three little words. I tend to really mean them, any time I ask. “Are you OK?!” I blurted, as my entire self exploded into shock, as I immediately recognized the face I've known for years--and looked through the widened eyes of one so now devastatingly human--to something inside of myself. Something about my voice shifted him; He became a mirror for all my pain, all my doubt--all the shame I have, for all that I am-- my demons came straight to the surface. Voiceless, now, and shielded in the fetal position, we faced each other silently. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm Sorry.', I thought loudly, as I lay panicking. I stared down into my chest, ashamed to be anything but invisible, thoughts racing. I dare not lift my head to look at him. My heart pounded, as I lay screaming silent apologies for my appearance--for my very presence, for my own existence. I couldn't process his presence in my reality. Choking back tears, I tried not even to so much as breathe, as I silently apologized for being born--and though I wanted nothing more than to reach out to hold him, I lay all-but-lifelessly--wondering what went so wrong that he would seek to find me. The familiar smell of liquor permeated the air, as my heart sank, throbbing as it pounded...I know an alcoholic, when I smell one. I did actually wonder if he was okay....(and I've been wondering daily, ever since.) But clearly, he wasn't okay. Clearly, I wasn't. Clearly, nobody's ok. He slipped his praying hands between my thighs, as I died inside--and all my outer senses blended to become all, and nothing at once, again. Exit Skrillex, Enter Sonny. How does a mere peasant earn a spot in the company of the Highest Priest? I've not bargained with the Devil, but begged the Heavens that my life would end before his...the First Fast emerged as a direct result of self-sacrifice; To serve as a protection against misjudgement--to realign my soul with it's true intensive purpose--in hopes that my body would shrink to form something suitable. The memory of his hands between my thighs, a haunting reminder that--I just may be too big for him… The reality is...of all that I am, and all that I have, and all that I wish to be...it just may be that--he's too big for me… metaphorically speaking. I'll have to become a damn-near Superstar, just to get to know the people--that know the people--that know the people, that know people who can connect me to Sonny, on any level. I'll have to get in line behind millions of other hopeful DJ's, producers, singers, dancers, songwriters--hundreds of thousands of entertainers who might kill-or-die to get to know Skrillex in any way-shape-or form. Romantically, I'd be competing against at least a million perfect-bodied beauty-queen fangirls who would do anything--and I mean anything--for their shot at Skrillex. The truth is, I'm not trying to get to know Skrillex; The truth is, i'd rather know Sonny. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, right?) I don't question at all our potential compatibility; there's no doubt in my mind that there's some chemistry between us--be it of ancient origin, an extra terrestrial genetic code, or otherwise...but I'd bet any money I actually had, that someone as highly regarded as Skrillex would be ridiculed, trolled, and tremendously hated by many, many fans--for associating with someone like me. I don't even know if it's like that--but, again--crawling into someone's tent is...kind of intimate. What in Heavens would one want with me, when he could have perfection-- Absolute perfection? I kind of get it. I'm used to being fetishised. I've always been the black girl who liked white guys--I've lead a life that's made it easy to learn that Jungle Fever is often taboo among the White Caucasion men who find black women attractive enough to fuck--but would never want to “date” us, or bring us home. I've learned that--at the end of the day-- most white guys, want white kids--even if they like to fuck black girls. Then, there's the added bonus of some genetic flaw which has allowed my body to at one point, have ballooned up to 380 pounds-- a body which, even after a 200+ pound weight loss, would disgust anyone with eyes, in what most would consider “cute rave attire”. And, although shrinking from a size 28 to a size 10 is somewhat of a ‘grand' achievement, I look like an asymmetrical potato sack with my clothes off. If there's anything I know about men--and especially the affluent ones--they love to have trophies to showcase. I've yet to see a body like mine on the red carpet, or as arm candy--or as the leading lady, anywhere. No, there's no such thing as a fat Cinderella. Still, he's one of the most handsome creatures i've ever seen-- undoubtedly one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet. I will continue to love what I know of him wholly and unconditionally. On my best days, I even hope to live long enough, and well enough to have the honor of properly meeting him. Never could I have the courage to ask him on a date--nor would I subject him to the cruelty of the outer world by alluding to the fact that he may, in fact be someone more important to me, than as just a musician--as with anyone i've ever loved, I only want for him the best. On my worst days, The Devil assures me that it was Annie he was really looking for, who he may have seen me with at the plethora of festivals we attended together last year--or perhaps, even Idania, who was supposed to have been there with me…and it would make sense. The Devil also constantly reminds me of how much prettier they both are than me--and better in every way. But, it was long ago that I came to terms with the fact that anyone who might come to love me--would also love Annie and would love her more thoroughly--her, having the more attractive body and face, being more ideally pretty. Standing next to Annie, I always lose. Even on a good day. All this, I can be sure to cast aside, however--because at the very best--he was looking for me, and everything between then-and-now builds into something of substance or significance… and at worse, my favorite figure in music absolutely hates me, and regrets my existence as much as I do. Either way, Skrillex hits hard any time of the day, any day of the week. And… Either way, Sonny hits home, all day, every day--until I can manage to learn to speak. Eight pages later, and it still hurts. Eight pages, and i'm still mad. I'm still crying. I'm still useless. I'm still stuck. Stuck on stupid. Stuck on Sonny. Stuck on Skrillex. Just… Stuck. And it hurts. 5/5 Another day. Nothing makes me hate myself more than waking up. ‘Don't look at the phone.' instructions, handed to me some time ago by the Divine--since then, I make it a point not to look at my phone, if I can help it, before I've sat up to pray, and meditate. Lately, I've been unable to relax at all enough to focus on a proper meditation, before realizing my actual self-worth (nothing), and falling into the depressive non-motion that has been me. How many evil men will it take being caught in the midst of, will it take for me to realize that I've been allowing myself to painfully absorb their essences, even without a single touch? Just living here alone has set me further back from my goals than I was--then--I'm beginning to feel that my ‘roomate' may have ties to White Supremacy; the evidence does just keep on building. It has occured to me that Jason's warning that Nick may be deep undercover for some Government agency is most likely true. Though I err on the side of not snooping through other peoples' things--I've happened to stumble across indicators which point to the likely case that he is, in fact, hired by the government or some other private entity--probably as part of some secret experiment, assigned to psycologically torture and disable mentally fragile individuals; It seems as though the experiement was designed in order to test morale, will power, self-control, and proper judgement-- tests which I've been concious of, but in the moment have not always cared about passing-or-failing. From the painful assortment of disgusting and obnoxious sounds make throughout the day, torturing me through unpleasant and peace-shattering sounds, left victimized by my synesthesia and recently pinpointed misophonia--or something similar...whatever it is that makes slamming doors, cabinets, and the items crashing to the floor after lazily being thrown across the room methods of torture. To the cavalcade of poisonous, sugary and addicted substances, which only seem to appear or are offered during crucial fasts--or, pushily and passive-aggressively left in my living space without asking whether or not i'd like any. Just left there, to be discovered upon finishing a shower, or returning from a nightly walk. And on days when I am actually hungry, or needing to eat? I am offered nothing. Only when I fast am I ever offered any sustenance. It says almost too much about my roomate as a person--to offer every time, or never at all would be acceptable, and understandable--but to only invite one to eat when one feels so ‘inclined' is beyond cruelty. It's privilege showing itself to be one of the only faces uglier than mine, that i'm aware of. While i've elected to use my headphones as a shield, life's not always easy immersed in a sound bath of isochronic tones and Theta Waves--and though it does excite me to have expanded my music library, with additions and updates I've been longing for ages-- it's almost more stressful to think about the amount of music that I don't have. Songs I would add to my “sets”, if you can call them that. If I can call myself a DJ--if I can call myself a person, anymore. Really, all I am is hurt feelings and trauma wrapped in flesh; I might be less of a person than I ever was, once. Everything costs--whether it be money, the world's currency--or time, the currency of the soul. Torturous is the life of an artist, who cannot herself make ‘art', as she sees fit. Everyone in Hollywood has a screenplay in their back pocket; Everyone in LA has a dream, two-to-three-jobs, and a side hustle--and me? I'm just learning to DJ to self-soothe, having given up hope of ever becoming anything greater than the happiest guest at the rave nearest you. It's harder than it looks….(or, maybe it isn't, and i'm just retarded.) Building a music collection worthy enough to grace the decks in any of my favorite venues, is an arduous task--maybe this is why all the popular DJs are pretty white boys--the proof is in the privilege. Money, money, money...I used to make plenty of it, and was always exhausted--now I make none, and am always exhausted. What's worth what cost? Time = Money. In LA, and in the world. But by anyone's definition--and especially mine--LA is the world. Or, at the very least, sets the tone for the world. Truly, nothing is free. DJing is more expensive than I could have ever imagined--once again, in any direction I turn, there's a ladder to climb. I've not got the time or energy left in my sadly depleting lifesource left to storm gates, crawling over heads and cutting down those in my way. While it's certain that ‘Competitive Greatness' is the key atop the Pyramid of Success, there are 14 other bricks below to lay the foundation of that which one might call success, to be garnered as imagined through the eyes of a man, anyway, who lived in the 1930's. John L. Wooden may have been right--and may still be right--if I were a standard male (we'll leave race out of it, for now…..for now.) Still, i've been using the Pyrimid of Success as a guidepost, in what it is exactly I may have to do, or be, in order to become something. Not even something great, just something. Perhaps, if I can make it to being something, eventually I might become someone. Oh, to be a person would be nice. For now, I'll just have to settle on tricking my useless sack of anatomy into being a DJ. There's nothing outside of it, anymore. Bass Canyon truly was my last rave--not that I enjoyed it, honestly. Though I've attempted to retrain my brain around the trauma which resulted from that weekend, it did serve as a turning point--a sort of going-away party, as I departed from my home as a no-holds-bar Kandi Kid. Happy Graduation, OG Raver! Little did I know that, with the multidimentionality of our universe, I would be presented, through the world of possibility--the ability to at least observe with the naked eye that there lie more beyond the decks-- a space that may have been made for me. I'll never forget the moment I knew I would be a DJ--or at least try, for the life (or the death) of me. Electric Daisy Carnival changed my life--an experience ten years in the making that catapulted me into the depths of my wildest dreams--unbeknownst to me that I hadn't yet the ability to swim, in such that is the tempest of my own subconscious mind. But--that part of this story deserves its own dedicated elaboration; For now, i'll only look back--and realize that it was there that I aligned with my highest self in the truest sense, that, at least then, I actually believed that I could become a top DJ. I've lost the flight to stay afloat in the salty sea that is the millions of other people trying to make it to the mainstages of our favorite places, and begun to sink into the reality of the entertainment industry as a whole...the reality of the world, as a whole anymore. Looking around at the world's top DJs is less encouraging and inspirational than it should be. Nearly every headliner looks like every kid who ever bullied me, every guy who ever turned me down--every kid hosting the party I wasn't invited to. As for the females of the bunch--I find it frustrating that not one yet has been of any color other than yellow--and even then--we all know the world's men love Asian women. While I can admire girls like Rezz and Allison Wonderland--I wonder what kind of career, if any, if either of them were black, or heavyset--or, my losing genetic combination: Both. Would a fat Allison Wonderland have ever made it into the industry? Would a black Rezz ever become a staple in bass music, and rave culture? If Softest. Hard had a pot belly, would she have been discovered? Then, there are up-and-comings beyond my complete comprehension--those who are visually appealing, but musically inept; I'll leave out any names, and still salute them--anyone who can wrap their brain around any standard DAW enough to make an entire song, is absolutely more talented, definitely more intelligent than I am. [I'm not.] But, I can't help but wonder: How easy was it for any of them, being so pretty, to learn to do what they do--just by being kind and asking a friend for help to learn production? In so many years of raving, I've watched beautiful girls get pulled backstage--and even pulled on stage, to connect with the artists and VIPs. I've been brought to tears as I've watched rude girls with porcelain faces caked in makeup be lifted over rails into the promised land, picked to be plucked by just her eyes and smile combined with the perfection of a flat and flawless stomach. Pretty girls always get priority. Me? Well, I get the dead eyes of the drunken DJ, staring down at me through his whiskey glass, as he beckons the stagehands to assist the perfect-bodied princess backstage...but i'm only front-and-center so I can feel the music move, and watch all the energy bounce around, matching the movement of the expert's hands on deck, to the waves of sound colliding with the rest of the world. True, my mind might wander to what wonderful experiences await the perfect princess, as she disappears behind the decks, into a world i've yet to know, but only seen: The life I know exists beyond the rails, beyond the decks...the world I can only wish to build, for myself. Big ugly black girls don't get pulled backstage. Big ugly black girls are token ancillary characters, it seems, in the plot which writes the story of the modern rave. In a sea of new-generation ravers raised by Kim Kardashian and YouTube makeup tutorials--left lost in a torturous chamber of perfection--women who can wear anything, beautifully. Women who get whatever they want, whenever they want--because they know they can; 10's, to my -3. Bottom Line: Looks matter, until all the men in the world go blind. Sad-but-true. I move not to objectify the women whose music and movement through the clearly sexist music entertainment industry. God only knows how hard each of them has worked to earn a spot so highly ranked amongst those to whom we all admire--the legends, the greats. Each woman behind the decks has become a reflection of everything I wish I ever was--but also a painful reminder of everything that I am not. Of every girl i've ever come behind. Perhaps, this is the result of growing up the as the only ‘black girl', in the backwards, racist po-dunk town I was transplanted into: A place where I spent years constantly being told, taught, and trained that it was more admirable to have light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes...then again, The Media has always done a particularly good job at creating and maintaining what the ideal beauty standard should be, or is--and an excellent job of perpetuating stereotypes. People never expect me to sound how I do, or to like what I like--because it's “white people stuff”; and ten years ago when I discovered raving, there wasn't another black girl (or boy!) in sight for miles, at any rave I went to. I was the oddity, the token--the “what the fuck” person, in an already entirely what-the-fuck place. Fast Forward to 2020: My Freshman Year as a DJ. And...as it appears, the world behind the decks is just as non-diverse as the dancefloor was when I first began this escapade through the world of immersive music. Do I want to be the first ethnically-bred Female DJ to reach the top? OF COURSE. Can I? It's not up to me. Now I'm confusededly caught in the web that is rumours circulating of an ongoing race-war, and wondering if I've been left to die smack-dab in the middle of it. Amongst currently living with a white supremacist (or, extremely ignorant and culturally intolerant biggoted racist at the very, very least.), it seems that White Superiority may be a driving theme amongst the Electronic Music Industry--that maybe the world I've rather grown up in, and come to love has more twists, turns, and dark alleys to look through than the obvious ‘secrets' that loom in the world of rave. All seeing is the eye that watches over all. Insomniac's crew is among one of the least racially diverse I've ever seen--if I were Pasqualle, I might think to at least try to make it look as though there were a plethora of ethnic backgrounds who work together to tie the knot holding together the world's biggest metaphorical kandi: Insomniac, the Kingdom of Mainstream rave culture. A global endeavor. I wonder how many i've come to admire--Pasqualle included-- are actually White Supremacists, masquerading in the power of positivity and their corporate capitalism, true beliefs and intentions. My curiosity about the man himself peaked during EDC weekend, after stumbling into sign after sign, symbol after symbol--of something I've aspired [in the past] to commit to, but also am wearlily aware of its adversity towards that of my kind; being firstly female, and secondly partially black. Now, I wonder--am I even allowed to enter into the world beyond the decks--or is that preserved for only women with perfect bodies, fair skin--attractive individuals? Does it belong only to those with money? Is there any possibility that there may be room for someone like me to enter the scene--or may only pretty girls with pretty bodies and pretty hair be allowed in the backstage world? Really, I just want to perform. I miss myself as a dancer, as a musician--as an actor, all together. I still wish I had continued on this path a decade ago, when--though weighing over 300 pounds--my confidence at least existed. Teaching myself to DJ has been one of the hardest things i've ever done; I don't know if I'm retarded, but I'm beginning to consider attempting to see someone for some kind of screening. If Paris Hilton can DJ, why is it so hard for me? If Sonny can dink around on a computer with a blown speaker, call himself ‘Skrillex' and make some of the world's most intricate music since that of Beethoven-- why can't I do the same? What makes the difference in all these YouTube tutorials telling me how to do it--and me actually being able to do it? What is it, that's wrong with my brain? But, it's all i've wanted for over a year--to be a DJ, at least. I've always been a musician; It's just been a stop-and-go, allowing for the rest of what has been my life to pass through between the times I could make music, and couldn't. I wish I had the positive support it takes to have encouraged me forward on the path I was already on, since I was 13--instead, I was told I was too fat (and too black) to succeed in the way I wanted to. 10 Years later and Lizzo is at the top of her game, while I beat myself up for losing at mine. Never could I have imagined a world where i'd see an album cover like hers; upon seeing it, I was not only shocked, but enraged: She was everything I was told I could not be. And the Truth Is: more than likely, someone told Lizzo the same thing I was told, and the difference is-- she didn't believe them, and kept moving forward. The difference is: She believed in herself, and loved herself enough to keep trying. The difference is, that everything I needed, I already had--I just never believed it to be so. I'm proud of her...but insanely jealous. My inner child cries “That should have been me.” Truth Hurts. There's more to it, than that; Envy lives in the cavernous pits deep within the confined Hell that is my subconscious mind--and--as the world begins to close in on itself, as consciousness continues expanding, I find myself fighting against the worst of my woes daily. Nowhere can I go without meeting a flawless, forward-figured, and facially exquisite female--rather than submit to catty jealousness, I have learned to admire and nod or bow as a gesture that I am a lesser creature. So now i'm left to wonder as I self-teach myself a trade, if my aspirations may ever be achieved, without possessing any outer beauty. All that's left in the world for me, now, is to become my own favorite DJ. (A title, of course, formerly belonging to Skrillex... ruined, by his untimely arrival as a physical person, into my actual life. More on that later...and infinitely.) I've lately begun asking myself “Is it really worth it?”...but, at the same time, I've never loved anything so much, as to fly on the wings of music--and so i've also wondered “What else will really make me happy?” Tough question. Ideally, I'm the entertainment Guru I always wished to be--not tied down to any one artform, but able to move about freely in all of them. There's no life without theatre--there's no light without entertainment. If living ideally, I could never be any-one-thing-- if living ideally, I am the embodiment of everything I love. But in a world where a snatched waist and a pretty face are a winning (and deadly) combination, I'm 0-0. Life of am ugly kid. Worse off yet, since even Hobo Johnson seems to have more confidence in his awkward and broken rhythms enough to speak his mind clearly enough for the rest of the world to resonate. Might be a good time to revisit, what it is exactly I came for. Perhaps, the answer is nothing: So far, I have nothing, make nothing, am nothing--if there is anything that I am, it's words on a piece of paper--just another ‘thing', another dreaming, wishful hopeful that I can rise above all that has been, and all that I am now...to become something more When training to match with the likes of the devil in preparation for battle against he, you must intend to figure, what the vehicle he has chosen has maintained to use as atool to help build you, as a Saint or an Angel--or one to break you, as Satan he. It has been a fruitful fas, but still i persist, though with a weary eye and curious mind, to the riddle i have yet been presente; ; Much ado about Chicken Soup. “Practice androgyny!” the two meet, immidiately fritening eachother; they transform-- One becomes dog, the other a cat--the cat begins to run. the dog pursues her. they run into a sunny meadow where a river feeds the wildlife and it is vibrant amongst the creatures; the cat climbs up a tree, and the [very friendly] dog stops at the base, looking up at her playfully, with an ask that she come down. She looks down from the tree at him, at a safe distance, and begins to relax on the I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? Dearest Sonny, I'm unsure quite how to explain myself to you--or if I can, or should explain myself at all.I guess I could start with “I'm sorry.”, but it's almost as if that doesn't quite cover it, and nothing does. Perhaps, i'll start with just “thank you”--thank you for being you--which is something that makes me more ‘myself' than anything, at best. Really though, that's probably a good place to start with the wholehearted apology I owe you; It cannot be easy being yourself, or navigating life with such prominence, importance--as I'm sure you never intended all that you are, as any gift-given may have come as a God-honest, and God-given surprise. That being said; God is only anything that I am --as is, anything that you are. The talent that you possess is insurmountably powerful...and has touched, changed, inspired millions--changing the world and the very fabric of time itself--no matter how unintentionally, in all your humility. Somewhere hidden, I too have talent. I only wish that in this lifetime, I were granted the confidence and charisma to be able to somehow express it. Music is the matter I find I am made of--without being able to express it, I only feel burdened, trapped. It is a beautiful language you speak--you, and the rest of the artists I've grown to admire. It is a language so soothing, I can only long to learn it; I'm afraid though that in this lifetime, too much time and opportunity has passed...in this modern, technologically fast-paced new world...i've been left behind. You are truly a good friend, indeed. In all the sense that it doesn't make, I honor you as someone who has inspired, motivated, comforted, and captivated consistently throughout my existence in this time, in this life; Though i've been in recent times, able to remember your essence in lifetimes past, it is in this lifetime that I find the most befuddling, how your music itself has seemed to find and follow me.Unexplainable, would be the word that I can most easily use to describe anything having to do with it--love, would be the other word. “I love you”, is, I guess, what I was trying to say by tapping you gently three times, before running away. Really though, there aren't many things I could have said, or done--i'd never really been “starstruck” before; but it would be quite a stretch to say that it was the first time I'd been left awestruck in your presence. Countless performances, club shows; Raves are my favorite, favorite thing--second to the feel, and sound of bass. “Synesthesia”, would be the vocabulary word that explained a lifelong fascination with laser lights and deep bass; in ten years of hugging subwoofers and losing myself in the drop wondering my early adulthood mantra “Why am I like this?” almost constantly, it never mattered more to me than it has now. I recall a time where I referred to Skrillex as my spirit animal--still true, I suppose, although considering the fact I've consciously separated the Skrillex of things from the Sonny Moore of it all. One in the same, or, two separate parts of a whole--I can undeniably say all my unconventional, unconditional “I love you, I love you, I love you's”, in the everything that you are. ‘In love', would be an understatement--though which statement to actually make, i'm unsure of. I'm unsure of a lot of things, really; I've made many honest (and dishonest mistakes) in this lifetime--walking away from you, one of them. But, I can't change that, anything about who I am--or anything about the world the way it is, for I am only one--and too small, too weak, and too tired. My soul wishes for the freedom that death will bring--and so, I must let it...as its simply much too hard to live moving forward with such a badly broken spirit. I want you to understand that it is not your fault; It's nothing to do with you, or anything that you've done--the way that I love is uncontainable, once the match has been lit. I apologize again that you've become a victim in the energy field that becomes somewhat of a vortex, once activated. I didn't mean to fall in love with you--I don't know really how it happened, it just did. Maybe you don't remember me. Maybe you do. It doesn't really matter now, I just want you to know that me leaving this life is no fault of yours. I love you wholeheartedly--wholeheartedly, too, I love myself--though, seemingly only from the inside-out; there's nothing I can do about the outer shell I've been trapped in all these years. This is my body; something I would neither burden nor embarrass you with. Apologies, and all my love to you. There's nothing I want for you more than to live a happy, healthy, fulfilling life--I hope that you and those surrounding you are always, always living in peace, with joy and love--without worry, or burden, or stress; in honesty, these arre my wishes for anyone on this planet..as my love for humanity itself has only seemed to quantify, as I near the end of my life. I love, love; sometimes, I believe that I *am* love, as are any of us--but as I draw nearer to the light, it becomes harder and harder for me to believe that anything else matters, or has ever mattered, more than love. I love you. It just may be that i'm the world's biggest Skrillex fan--but to look beyond the cloak of stardom has left me longing for the embodiment of a memorable, familiar soul: The you. The person, and being that actually is; which is to say--as I would for any of my closest friends--I'd go to hell-and-back for you, give my last for you, do anything to protect you--*you*, the person; wanting and needing, expecting nothing in the world--because I cannot see a world without you in it. I'm sorry again, for any negativity. I meant to leave you behind at least, something beautiful, in exchange for all the years and moment's i've experienced through your art--but as I've mentioned before, I am trapped within myself. Symphonies unsung, melodies unwritten--because I've not what it takes to make it. I won't depart without admitting I tried, Music is my all, my everything, my guiding light--so at least in going home, I know there will always, always be the World of Sound--perhaps Heaven in the place where I can live there. I don't know what else to say. You're one of the most beautiful people i've ever seen, from the inside out--before I saw you, I heard you; before I could hear you, you were felt. I will always love you...nothing much else can matter, except that you know that. I'll never be able to erase it from my mind, never be able to forget, or look past it. I may even never understand why. Ancient Egyptian knowledge, or whatever—is the thing it seems they were trying to convey. By they, I only mean—whoever it is that wanted to hurt me. From the men shouting “kill yourself” outside my window— To the flocks of gorgeous, perfect women with perfect waists, perfect fashion, perfect faces—flaunting and floating before me, taunting me, pointing and laughing—rolling eyes, and flipping hair— and giving looks that say “I know you wish you looked as good as me.” I do. I do wish that. I wish more than anything to be beautiful. But...I keep eating. My body is hideous. I hate everything about it. I could try harder, but even that hurts. Everything hurts. Especially my heart. Why was I not more panicked, that after such a phenomenon such as that, cast by shadows against my tent—that the zipper of the door began to move slowly, from one side to another. Perhaps, I wanted the company. Maybe I needed it. What I didn't need, was more excruciating pain. No one's fault, I guess—someone wants me dead. At this point, I think me, the most. I'll never forget that face. The shocker. “Why is Skrillex in my tent?” The looming question. A question I hadn't even the time to ask, before blurting out “Are you okay?!” He froze, I froze. I guess that's where my Skrillex and my Sonny collided, as my soul began the process of separating the music I adored, and the person who made it. I will never forget his eyes. Fear. I scared him. He scared me. He scarred me. Maybe it wasn't him. I know that it *was* in fact Sonny himself (the face is unmistakable, those eyes)—but perhaps he was put up to it. Paid, for the task. Maybe my deer-in-the-headlights makes it so that he is the hunter—? How could he have missed his shot? How could I have missed mine. I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? What medicine cures suicide? None I've taken, really—maybe Acid. Now, I can't seem to separate myself from Skrillex—or from Sonny—or from figuring out the two, or one in the same— or from figuring out myself, in that we are one in the same. I love him. Like a stupid teenager loves her favorite idol. Yeah, it's exactly like that, except worse—I'm a grown woman, a failure—whose aspirations and admirations are grandiose, and dillusional. Now I'm even more delusional. I thought, for a moment that Sonny might be in love with me. In honesty? Sometimes I still think that. I actually still believe that. So why this approach? I'm partially convinced he was paid to ‘finish the job', so to speak. I was already suicidal, and, fresh out of the hospital on the attempt to end my life that failed, again. So this would do it—make me hope and believe I could be something, someone, anyone—that I could be anything—even a superstar DJ-turned-future President. I'm a fucking joke. Someone, who could have anyone—in love with me? Maybe this is why people sneak into tents at music festivals: They don't love you— They just want to fuck. DAY 1: MAY 1ST, 2020; If I am offered dinner, will eat--but if not, will continue forward. Will set an alarm for 3:30 AM once roommate has gone to bed to check for his keys. Everyone gets their own suicide letter. Mom Dad Bearr Annie Yesenia Sonny (just leave it to Annie w/ his rock && burn book) Let everybody know it's not their fault. Reasons: 1. Fat 2. Ugly 3. Black 4. Poor 5. Unsuccessful 6. Friendless 7. No Charisma 8. Single I don't know why I numbered them. Do you really need more than one reason to kill yourself? (no.) I believe i”ve started the fast that I was asked. Be it that I have, the date is May 1st, 2020--however, I've been wondering if my roommate leaves the keys to his car in an accessible place; I'm kind of hoping so. I'm already craving to eat, and the first 24 hours have yet to pass. Again, i'm always given the open to keep this date and continue forward, so long that I eat before midnight--however, nothing seems like the right answer; The matter of fasting has become a damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don't matter...it seems that everything I do is ‘wrong', though right-and-wrong are subjective, and multidimensionally, objective, even. I probably might have been dead by now, if my car battery hadn't died...it seems like the easiest and least painful way; something easy and quiet. I've thought about sharpening a knife, just to cut and let [myself] bleed out at the wrist--but then, I fear that I may panic and that my mind would fight to survive. I've thought about hanging from one of my favorite trees-- but haven't the money left to buy any rope--which, perhaps, I could steal--but to steal enough rope to hang myself with on foot? A tricky task, to say the least. So, really, some of me is hoping my roommate leaves his keys out. At first, the thought of committing my suicide here was unsettling. My roommate, Satan's personal favorite vehicle and overall negative void of a ‘person' (or vampire, honestly), is a drama Queen--he needs not only conflict and drama to survive, but fiends for it; something in me had somehow become too proud to give him something to girlishly blabber about with his narcissistic, simple friends--I can already hear the repetitive exclamations of “horror” that would more-than-likely delight him as he recounts the story of finding my body, over-and-over...at first it rather haunted me, and now i've come to peace with--bargaining that having him find my body would be something of a statement, which wordlessly reads “sticks and stones may break my bones but words got up and killed me.” Words. Little words. Big Words. Actions. Gestures. If it's negative, I can feel it in my body, before it even happens; If it's positive, it can leave me radiating for days on end, and without a care. My “living situation” has been nothing more than a prolonging of my already disastrously failed and predominately miserable life. A mentally-ill and often psychotic mother, followed by a too- young marriage to a dynamically similar person, has left me up Shit's creek with no boat; I'm pushing 30 with no significant other, and no significance at all. There are generations of perfect people, fresh out of high school--who can and will do everything I ever thought possible or imaginable, better than me. And it's my fault. NO ENTRY ON DAY 2. Gave Myself A “Skrillex” haircut. Wow. Fuck my life. DAY 3: The fast will end today, more than likely. I am overwhelmed with grief, at loss for motivation, and struggling to believe there is any positive outcome to anything I do. I'm already getting headaches, and acute hunger pains--usually these things don't happen until well after the third day. I suppose my body is telli

After a near 3 week hiatus, the guys are back to break down what's been an exciting stretch of Minnesota Wild hockey. They begin the show highlighting some excellent stretches of hockey being played by a variety of prospects including Hunter Haight, Marat Khusnutdinov, and Kyle Masters. Next they jump into the reactions from the World Juniors and the play of Servac Petrovsky, David Spacek, Jack Peart, Caedan Bankier, and Liam Ohgren. Finally they get into the last few weeks of Wild hockey highlighted by Sammy Walker's impressive play, grAdam Beckman's development, Marco Rossi's Iowa stint, great goaltending, Sam Steel's sound play and much more! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

From the Prospects to the Big Club, it was a chaotic week for the Minnesota Wild. This week the guys break down everything that happened from Hunter Haight and Caedan Bankier scoring all the points, a pair of exhilarating shootout wins, Kirill Kaprizov's blazing hot, franchise-record goal and point streaks, Matt Boldy's incompetent linemates, Jonas Brodin's return to the lineup, Mason Shaw and Connor Dewar's chemistry and recent stretch of magnificent play, and much more! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

GRAMMY nominated singer/songwriter Matt Maeson joins us to talk about playing concerts in prisons, getting arrested for not stealing jeans, and touring the country with his parents Christian Heavy Metal band "Holy Warfare"

After a one-week holiday hiatus, the gang is back to discuss a busy week of Minnesota Wild news. Key topics on the show include some prospects beginning to heat up! The guys then dive into the Ryan Reaves trade - Brett explains why he hates the deal, Zeke and Justin say they'll wait and see.  They discuss Marco Rossi and why being assigned to Iowa is good for his development.  Then They wrap up the show by discussing Kirill Kaprizov's  point streak, Joel Eriksson Ek's sneaky good streak, and what Jonas Brodin's injury means with 3 games in the next 12 days against Connor McDavid, Leon Draisaitl  and the Edmonton Oilers. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

Not sure how, but we hit 10K downloads! I appreciate all the support over the years, lets see what we can cook up for season 2. 

The Minnesota Wild are in a state of mediocrity. They're still dealing with key injuries to the likes of Ryan Hartman and Jordan Greenway. Now goaltender Marc-Andre Fleury, one of the lone bright spots as of late, has joined them and is out at least a week. Brett, Zeke, and Justin discuss the impact of Flower's injury, the team sheer lack of scoring and how it can be rectified, and Mason Shaw's ascension to full-time NHLer and the impact it will have on Tyson Jost. They also discuss Dean Evason's most recent line combinations and what it will take for the Wild to find success on a very difficult upcoming 7-game homestand. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

After back-to-back shutout losses, the Minnesota Wild rebounded with a 4-1 win over the Anaheim led by a motivated Kirill Kaprizov and the newly assembled “Kid Line.”  Brett, Zeke, and Justin break down the struggles in the Seattle and LA games, but also find the positives - the goaltending and the Penalty Kill. They then dive into how the Wild got back to basics to ge the win against the Ducks and the role Connor Dewar, Marco Rossi, and Mason Shaw played in the victory. They also discuss Matt Dumba's poor start, Vladislav Firstov's departure to the AHL, and preview the next three games. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

As broadcast November 7, 2022 because we just can't seem to get enough.  Tonight we open with a dig at weak and befuddled Glasgow Rangers, but that's not the focus...although they are PATHETIC and generally terrible.  We focus on the 2020 Rock Hall Inductees of which Depeche Mode was one in a very strong class.  After that, it's all our favorite new tunes for the first half of the show finishing with a spotlight on Stella Donnelly playing in Seoul on December 6 at Rolling Hall.  Part 3 as per usual we are Poppin' Off with the big new tunes over the weekend, with highlights from Selena Gomez, Masego, and BGYO, the latter of whom dropped a new album Friday!  To finish in part 4, it's some of our favorite new Korean indie, with the big highlight coming at the grand finale with JAMBINAI announcing a new EP out next year!#feelthegravityTracklist (st:rt)Part I (00:00)Depeche Mode – Just Can't Get EnoughPhoenix – After MidnightConnie Constance – KamikazeYves Tumor – God Is a CircleFirst Aid Kit – Palomino Samia – Mad At Me Part II (30:03)Caroline Rose – Love Lover Friendfanclubwallet – RoadkillThe Rare Occasions – Start This OverCavetown – Heart AttackMatt Corby – ProblemsStella Donnelly – Old ManMethyl Ethel feat Stella Donnelly - Proof Part III (59:31)Selena Gomez – My Mind & MeQ – Todayhemlock springs – girlfriendGryffin x Matt Maeson – Lose Your LoveMasego – Say You Want MeBGYO – Game OnAvril Levigne feat YUNGBLUD – I'm A Mess Part IV (90:11)ABOUT feat Hemo & HWI YOUNG – BurnQueenstown – No MatterNAMHYUK – Summer vacationMeaningful Stone – TrashLEEYOUNGWOONG feat JAEHA – DON'T WORRYJAMBINAI – from the place to be erased 

The Wild had another great week! They finished the last four games with 3-1-0 record highlighted by high-end play from Marc-Andre Fleury, a stellar power play, and unlikely heroics from rookie Mason Shaw. The guys breakdown the top storylines from last week's slate of games and their takeaways.  Topics include the power play and why there's reason to believe its success is sustainable, Marco Rossi's first point, the injuries to the WIld's key physical veteran players, and how they can overcome the injuries to find success on their upcoming road trip. They also rave about the breakout season that's happening in Kamloops with prospect Kyle Masters. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

It's a rare occasion when Jess & Meg get to be together in person to record, and this episode is one of those occasions. Jess talks about self employment, they both talk about their Matt Maeson shows (meg had a celeb sighting). There's also discussion about the importance of who the openers are at a concert, a new tip on skipping the line if you want front row, & self driving tour buses (WHAT). If you're digging the pod, have suggestions, want to hear something specific, have ideas of who we should have on, please be sure to let us know! Subscribe, follow, and review. Connect with us over on Instagram: @postconcertdepressionpodcast Twitter: @thePCDpod Email: postconcertdepressionpodcast@gmail.com Intro & Outro music: “Tuff Data” by Vans in Japan (provided by Youtube's Audio Library)

The vibes on this week's episode are much better as the Wild found some points in their last 3 games finishing the stretch 2-0-1. Brett and Zeke discuss Marc-Andre Fleury's sudden turnaround, Marco Rossi's growing confidence, and other factors that have led to success for the Wild. Additionally, Brett takes a deep dive into Ryan Hartman to see if he's really been as bad as fans think he has been before teeing off on Tyson Jost's rocky start to the season.  Other topics include Matt Boldy's incredible start, Dean Evason's line combinations, and the stellar performances in Montreal from Freddy Gaudreau and Brandon Duhaime. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

The Minnesota Wild are off to a dreadful 0-3-0 start that's included horrific defense and goaltending resulting in 20 goals against. Brett, Zeke, and Justin talk through what's been missing for the Wild including  untimely soft goals, a poor penalty kill, inconsistent line combinations, and not playing with the lead or with a tied score. Once they get through negatives, they dive into some of the positive takeaways from the first couple of games: Matt Boldy's strong start, Calen Addison's seamless transition to the first power play unit and that unit's success, what the underlying stats say about the Wild's game plan, and they take a took a look ahead at the next 3 games and how healthy bodies coming back should lead to a spark.  Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

With the Minnesota Wild's season now just a week away, Brett, Zeke, and Justin discuss their key takeaways from the preseason including Calen Addison's role as the QB on PP1, Marco Rossi's presumed 4th line center role, first impressions of Sam Steel, improvements to the penalty kill, and expectations for Tyson Jost in an elevated role. Justin also provides an update on the prospects and the guys wrap up the show with their bold predictions for the 2022-23 season including some extremely bold takes for a plethora of Wild players including Kaprizov, Addison, and Hartman. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "U & ME" by ILLENIUM and Sasha Alex Sloan. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review!

Covering some newish tracks from various artists! Artists covered: Alex G, Remi Wolf, Princess Nokia, Hazel English, Phoenix, The Haunted Youth, Sky Ferreira , Interpol, Matt Maeson, Foals. Best/Worst Track of February 5th: Long Live - YoungBoy Never Broke Again/No Switch - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Best/Worst Track of February 12th: Encanto - Johnny P's Caddy - Benny The Butcher, J. Cole/High - The Chainsmokers. Best/Worst Track of February 19th: When I'm Gone - Alesso, Katy Perry/Hate Our Love - Queen Naija with Big Sean. Best/Worst Track of February 26th: Still Dre - Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg/Bussin - Nicki Minaj and Lil Baby. Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9eXHhQDI70 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/josh4991/message

Aaron and Brent both highlight music from singer-songwriters: a Virginia native who got his start performing for inmates at maximum-security prisons and a California born musician who amassed a following in the early 1990s by playing at venues in Manhattan's East Village. With songs that explore the tension between light and dark in life, Aaron looks at three songs from Matt Maeson. Known by many for his reconstructed cover of Leonard Cohen's “Hallelujah”, Brent dives into the career of the late Jeff Buckley by showcasing three songs from his catalogue. Visit www.crossingthestreamspodcast.com for extended show notes.

The guys break down everything from Games 1 & 2 of the Minnesota Wild's opening round series against the St. Louis Blues including the goaltending, special teams, team adjustments, the injuries and potential goalie controversy brewing in St. Louis, react to a few games around the league, and preview what's ahead for Games 3 and 4 in St. Louis. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

A LOT has happened since the guys last recorded, so they do their best to recap everything that's happened in the last two weeks including Kevin Fiala's dominance, Kirill Kaprizov's franchise records, Matt Boldy's rookie record point streak, Joel Eriksson Ek's recent surge of offense, the importance (or lack thereof) home ice advantage, who should be playing on the 4th line and why the correct answer is Connor Dewar, and who should start Game 1 in goal for the Minnesota Wild. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

Three more games in the books for the guys to breakdown. Topics include Jake Middleton's seamless fit with Jared Spurgeon and what his extension may (or may not) look like, Jordan Greenway's injury, and how Ryan Hartman became one of the NHL's most loved players with one not-so-subtle gesture. Additionally, Justin provides a prospect update, they talk Ben Meyers and his decision to go to Colorado, and do a draft of the best Wild Players to have as roommates on a road trip. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The guys recap the Wild's 2-1-1 run of games since the last pod. Topics include: The solid play of Jordan Greenway and Alex Goligoski, what went right in Carolina and Washington, what went wrong in Nashville, and if there's any reason for concern after Tuesday's loss. Additionally, they make Frozen Four predictions and discuss whether or not they think Kirill Kaprizov is a legitimate candidate for the Hart Trophy. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The WiId are back on their Bull$h!t having won 7 straight games, including a run of three straight 3-2 overtime wins against Vancouver, Columbus, and Colorado. The big guns are on fire, the goaltending has made a complete 180, the new guys are fitting in seamlessly, and everything is right again in the State of Hockey. We spend the show recapping the Wild's hot streak, talking about Alex Goligoski's extension and the implications on the rest of the blue line, and discuss the impressiveness of a multitude of Wild players on pace for career years and franchise records. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

Stanley Cup Champion, Minnesota Wild and Minnesota State Mankato Alum, Ryan Carter, joins Sound the Foghorn for a very entertaining episode! The guys get Carter's thoughts on the Trade Deadline and how Bill Guerin's communication and honesty combined with strategic additions has the Wild poised for a playoff run. He also talks about his venture from NHL player to broadcaster and what it took to make that transition. They wrap up the interview discussing the chaotic CCHA Championship and the evolution of the MSU-Mankato hockey program and how Head Coach Mike Hastings has found a strategy that works.  Be sure to follow Ryan Carter on Twitter: @Ryan_Carter22 as well as his podcast with Hockey Hair aficionado John King: Stanley on 7th Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

In: Marc-Andre Fleury, Tyson Jost, Nic Deslauriers, Jacob Middleton, 2022 2nd Round Pick Out: Kaapo Kähkönen, Nico Sturm, Jack McBain, Conditional 2022 2nd Round Pick, 2022 5th Round Pick, 2023 3rd Round Pick It was a busy deadline for Bill Guerin and the Minnesota Wild. We hop on for a special episode to provide our instant reaction and analysis to all of the trades and how we think the Wild made out in the 2022 Trade Deadline frenzy. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The Trade Deadline is upon us! The guys try to put on their GM hats and explore what scenarios might be possible for the Minnesota Wild at the deadline. The discuss the feasibility of adding at each position, the cost, the price, the roster implications, and which players they'd be the most interested in. Additionally, they recap the Wild's last four games, discuss Jack McBain's potential return and suitors, reflect on the State Tourney, reminisce on Mikko Koivu's jersey retirement and more! Be sure to get this show in before Monday's Trade Deadline! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The Minnesota Wild got a much needed win over the Rangers on Tuesday night. The guys talk about how the Wild have started to show some signs of life after a solid game against the Stars and a full 60-minute team-win against the Rangers. They also give their thoughts on the Jack McBain saga, The Tourney, and Mikko Koivu's Jersey Retirement! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The Wild are in a slump. They've lost 7 of their last 9 and a top 3 seed in the Central suddenly seems like a long way from a guarantee. On this week's show, the guys try to find the root of the Wild's issues and how they can correct them. Most notably they talk about the goaltending, special teams, and getting back to basics defending in front of the net.  Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The guys are back after a one week hiatus to recap the last six Minnesota Wild games including Cam Talbot's inconsistency, the surging power play, Kevin Fiala's latest scoring bender and much more! Be sure to check out this week's bonus episode as well, highlighting other Minnesota Wild podcasts across the State of Hockey! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

A MEATY podcast where we dive into the Whitecaps recent surge of wins and the stellar play of star forward Allie Thunstrom, breakdown Scott Wheeler's 3rd ranked Wild Prospect Pool, the disastrous ESPN production of the all star game in Vegas, Marcus Foligno's incoming suspension, whether or not the Wild should be playing Marco Rossi, and if the Wild should hand the starting goalie reigns from Cam Talbot to Kaapo Khakonen. We wrap up the show with a draft of the best US born players of all time in honor of the men's olympic team kicking off their tournament this week. Be sure to check out this week's bonus episode as well, highlighting other Minnesota Wild podcasts across the State of Hockey! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The Minnesota Wild are officially halfway through the 2021-2022 regular season. On this week's show, the guys start off by recapping the Wild's last three games and highlights of those before diving into some of their favorite moments from the first half of the season. After that, they hand out some awards for the first half MVP, Most Improved Player, Most Underrated Player, Rookie of the Year, and the Best Newcomer. As always, Justin provides an update on the Wild's prospects as well. Be sure to check out this week's bonus episode as well, highlighting other Minnesota Wild podcasts across the State of Hockey! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

Sam U'Ren kicks off the show recapping the Minnesota Whitecaps big weekend in Buffalo before the guys takeover and break down the Wild's latest victories over the Blackhawks and Canadiens. They discuss the dominance of the GREEF Squad, whether or not the Wild should go all-in at the Trade Deadline and what assets could be on the table and also discuss the return of Jonas Brodin. They go back to their roots to wrap up the show by drafting their starting lineup of best NHL players. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

The guys breakdown the last two games of Minnesota Wild action against the Anaheim Ducks and Colorado Avalanche. Main topics include showing some love to Mats Zuccarello, the Wild's domination at 5v5 against Colorado, Boldy and Fiala's chemistry, why Brett needs to eat more Taco Bell, Calen Addison's maturity, Kaapo Kahkonen solidifying himself as 1B, prospect update and much more! Also in this episode, Sam U'Ren breaks down the significance of the PHF's new $25M investment, the ECHL All-Star Game crossover and the Whitecaps upcoming series against the Buffalo Beauts. Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

Two games came and went this week, but tons of news followed. The guys breakdown the debuts of highly touted Wild prospects Matt Boldy and Marco Rossi. They discuss the superb play of sophomore goalie Kaapo Kahkonen, recap the Wild's big wins against the Bruins and Caps, and discuss the implications Jon Merrill's extension. Finally, they talk about what Rem Pitlick being put on waivers means for the rest-of-season outlooks for Connor Dewar and Matt Boldy.  Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

Another slow week game wise, but the guys had plenty of news to cover. On this week's show, they recap the Winter Classic experience with Sam U'Ren before diving into the prospects, the Marco Rossi and Matt Boldy debuts, Victor Rask being sent to waivers and more! Follow us on Twitter @SoundTheFoghorn And on Instagram: @soundthefoghorn Brett Marshall @B_Marsh92 Zeke Boyat @ZekeBoyat Justin Bakke @deast2004, @mnwprospects & @KaprizovC Thanks to Kyle Hance (@Enerrgizer) for designing our podcast's logo. Intro music: "Feel Something" by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail. Outro music: "Heavenly Side" by ILLENIUM and Matt Maeson. New episodes every Thursday covering the Minnesota Wild, their prospects, the NHL, AHL and more! Please follow, rate and leave us a review! 

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Hey All! Podcasting is tough! This is is a one man show over here and between recording these episodes, editing, and getting them out the door is fairly time consuming. It get's tough sometimes on top of a job and a normal life things. BUT enough of me apologizing for my procrastinating! We are back on a weekly drop basis now! So don't forget to subscribe, rate, and tell your friends! I highly appreciate it and it's incredibly helpful! This week on Oil Spotted I talk to Vinnie Ferra. You may have no idea who Vinnie is, but he definitely is pulling the strings behind the scenes of so many things in music. He is a musician, musical director, tour director, producer, and one of the founders of the tour production community called The Beehive in Los Angeles. We talk about how he has been busier than ever during the pandemic and how pivoting during times like these is just part of the deal. Vinnie keeps himself busy working with artists such as Halsey, Hailee Steinfeld, EDEN, Maggie Rogers, Madison Beer, Bebe Rexha, Clairo, Gracie Abrams, Matt Maeson, blackbear, and so many more. Vinnie has an amazing gift of collecting like minded and hard working people and teaming them up with an artist to create a great team. For all things production, tour, and anything else under the sun check out www.thebeehive.la You can follow Vinnie and The Beehive on socials @thebeehive_la For all things Oil Spotted, please check www.linktr.ee/oilspotted You can follow me, Matt Schmitz @TiredCommentary --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app