Podcasts about Morricone

durée : 00:08:33 - "Mon nom est Personne" : les parodies d'Ennio Morricone - par : Max Dozolme - Ce soir à 21h, France 3 diffuse "Mon nom est Personne" de Tonino Valerii, un film scénarisé par Sergio Leone avec Terence Hill, Henry Fonda, et la musique culte d'Ennio Morricone, une parodie de thèmes célèbres. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Cosa vedere sui canali televisivi SBS? Ecco i nostri consigli per la settimana dal 28 novembre al 4 dicembre. In Australia, potete poi vedere il vostro programma preferito o recuperare quello che avete perso su SBS On Demand.

durée : 01:28:46 - En pistes ! du mercredi 26 novembre 2025 - par : Emilie Munera, Rodolphe Bruneau Boulmier - Au programme du jour : un frère et une sœur, Felix et Fanny Mendelssohn, réunis dans le nouvel opus du quatuor Consone. Et aussi quelques souvenirs cinématographiques grâce aux musiques de Morricone, Williams, Bernstein, Rota... Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 01:28:46 - En pistes ! du mercredi 26 novembre 2025 - par : Emilie Munera, Rodolphe Bruneau Boulmier - Au programme du jour : un frère et une sœur, Felix et Fanny Mendelssohn, réunis dans le nouvel opus du quatuor Consone. Et aussi quelques souvenirs cinématographiques grâce aux musiques de Morricone, Williams, Bernstein, Rota... Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Ombline Roche nous plonge dans l'univers fascinant du compositeur Ennio Morricone, l'un des plus grands noms de la musique de film. Nous découvrons son parcours, ses collaborations légendaires avec le réalisateur Sergio Leone, ainsi que son influence incontournable sur des décennies de cinéma. À travers des anecdotes captivantes, l'émission nous fait apprécier la richesse et la diversité de l'œuvre de ce maestro, qui a su marquer l'histoire de la musique de manière indélébile.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Lights! Camera! Action! The Harbour Bazaar heads for the cinema with our Music From A Film theme for November. Davey is the subject of a new film and shares all the details, plus we are joined in the studio by the fabulous Dr Mike Devine to give us the low down on all things on the maestro Ennio Morricone and dips into his favourites from the five hundred plus film scores and soundtracks he composed. Hope you enjoy…. and roll sound! PLAYLIST Do the Clam - The Cramps Bachelorette - Björk with Brodsky Quartet Hayling - FC Kahuna Bellbottoms - The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion Everybody Needs Somebody to Love - Solomon Burke Poor People - Alan Price Burnin' And Lootin' - Bob Marley & The Wailers Misterioso e ostinato - Ennio Morricone Indagine Su Un Cittadino Al Di Sopra Di Ogni Sospetto - Ennio Morricone Le Foto Proibite Di Una Signora Per Bene - Ennio Morricone Guerra e Pace, Pollo e Brace  - Ennio Morricone The Strength Of The Righteous (Main Title) - Ennio Morricone ‘Helden' - David Bowie Lust For Life - Iggy Pop Prelude (from Psycho) - Bernard Herrmann The Time Is Out Of Joint! - Scott Walker L'autre Valse d'Amélie - Yann Tiersen Spring - Mia Doi Todd L'Estasi Dell'oro - Ennio Morricone SHIP FULL OF BOMBS THAMES DELTA INDEPENDENT RADIO If you would like to support the station and are able to do so then please pledge only what you can genuinely afford at www.patreon.com/sfob Please like and subscribe from wherever you stream your music and podcasts.

durée : 00:04:40 - Hommage à Pier Paolo Pasolini : de Callas à Morricone - par : Max Dozolme - A l'occasion de la sortie ce jeudi aux éditions du Cherche Midi de la biographie "Pasolini : Mourir pour les idées" de Roberto Carnero, Max Dozolme nous fait écouter quelques hommages musicaux, des tombeaux dressés à la mémoire de Pier Paolo Pasolini, poète assassiné mystérieusement il y a 50 ans. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Buenas tardes, amigos, and happy Hallo-Ween, my good friends. It took us way, way too long to get the bright idea to devote our annual All Hallow's Eve episode to the Brothers Ween, but now that we have, it seems appropriate to discuss 1994's Chocolate and Cheese, an album where Deaner and Gener try on a whole bunch of different musical costumes. While C&C isn't their major-label debut, it's the first album they produced in a major-label fashion, and the songs cover a lot of stylistic ground, including Tom Jones Vegas rockabilly lounge, kaleidoscopic Prince psychedelia, a sweeping Morricone murder ballad, smooth Philly soul, and a few songs that completely defy categorization. While this album is often ranked behind powerhouse Ween classics like The Mollusk and Quebec, many of its songs have gone on to become live standards, and there's an argument to be made that it formed the bedrock of the band's musical legacy. So join John, Mike, Phil, and Rich as they make a return pilgrimage to the shrine of the mighty Boognish, and remember: don't believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free.Cohosts: Complete show notes: https://discordpod.com/listen/167-ween-chocolate-and-cheese-1995Discord & Rhyme's merch store: http://tee.pub/lic/discordpodSupport the podcast! https://www.patreon.com/discordpod

Uno scrittore italo americano, in vacanza a Roma è casualmente testimone e sventa un tentativo di omicidio ai danni di un'avvenente e ricca gallerista.Sarà nel mirino della polizia, che lo considererà inizialmente un sospettato e soprattutto nelle mire di un serial killer che ha già ucciso e che resta ancora senza volto.Quando il maestro era veramente il maestro. In questo film d'esordio, Argento dimostra grandissimo estro, una magnifica creatività e soprattutto una padronanza della macchina da presa con cui mantiene alta la tensione dall'inizio alla fine, realizzando una pellicola tra le più belle del cinema italiano di genere, che ha ancora il suo mirabile lustro.Con Tony Musante i rapporto non erano proprio idilliaci, ma c'è anche un bravissimo Enrico Maria Salerno e Mario Adorf, protagonista di una scena con i gatti, che animalisti scansateve proprio!Da recuperare assolutamente se non l'avete mai visto. Siamo più dalle parti del thriller che dell'horror vero e proprio, ma la sensazione di inquietudine è ancora palpabile, grazie anche alla colonna sonora del leggendario Morricone.

Artist: Morricone (Saint Petersburg, Russia) Name: Deep Jungle #24 [October, 2025] Genre: Deep House Release Date: 22.10.2025 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Andrey Morricone: @andreybabkovsky Instagram: www.instagram.com/andrey_morricone Vk: vk.com/morricone CONTACT (DHM): Email — deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/

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Artist: Morricone (Saint Petersburg, Russia) Name: In Dance #05 [October, 2025] Genre: Electronic Release Date: 17.10.2025 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Andrey Morricone: @andreybabkovsky Instagram: www.instagram.com/andrey_morricone Vk: vk.com/morricone CONTACT (DHM): Email — deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/

Cabin Cousins: Part 4 Costumes and characters. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me. "That hit the spot." She said with a sigh. "There's been a lot of that recently." Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?" We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being near each other. Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show you our costumes." I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser. "This is yours." She said, handing me a blue police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video. I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my prisoner?" "As much fun as that could be, no." Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered headdress. "We're the Village People?" I asked. Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you like it?" "I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?" "Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier." She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this." The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face. "Do you... not like it?" I asked. "It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just showed up to the party. Okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination. Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago; and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to be very careful in how I reacted. "Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay. Open your eyes." I did and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low, giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back, bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about the prospect of revealing so much skin. While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous." My antics made Melissa giggle. "Who is she here with?" "I don't know him. Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard." Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her, happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension. When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on the hem of the skirt. "It's more than a bikini." "I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get the right words out for what she wanted to say. I sat on the bed next to her. "It's not too... slutty, is it?" She asked, staring at the floor. Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are." "I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you." "Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and maintaining eye contact. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's stunt double in Red Sonja." I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was a goddess." This got a smile from her. "I think you're biased." "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?" "Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels really good." "You look amazing." "Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I don't know if I can take that." She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her. "It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty." I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my intent. "I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss. "Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and won't have to pretend anymore." "Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you but..." She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear. "It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing my bare ass to everybody." "Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone other than me can see it." Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If people are going to see me, they're going to see you too." I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs, my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants, and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible. "That's fair." Then she said mischievously. "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps." We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her warmly. "I love you." "I love you." She replied. "If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together." I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said. "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six hours." "How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?" "Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not wearing this to the video store." We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top, albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy' section. After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa. "Nice." She said, grinning. Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja. We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well, her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those. The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me. "I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a goddess." "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked suggestively. Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you think I want to do?" Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight." Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line. "That's a challenge I might think about someday." "What about right now?" "Why not?" When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa thought so too. She leaned down and we kissed deeply. I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen will have what she demands." "Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone that made it sound like a command. She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants off, taking the red thong with them. She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down. She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart. I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it. I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me, seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could. My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed. Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum, still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile. "That one was all mine." She purred, before kissing me. I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and held her tight as we kissed. She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn." She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest. Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. "Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the edge of climax. I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the intensity with which I ate her. She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply, with Melissa still twitching occasionally. We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said. "Tasting myself on you is hot." I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating her. "Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play. "Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more." Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat. Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her, marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me, drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside. I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths. When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show, maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her. Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming. Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips. She must have been close because, with an exclamation of primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her. We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other seemingly inexhaustible. Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her, something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a state of utter awe of this woman. "You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words were inadequate to express my feelings. Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I didn't go too far with being in control did I?" I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really hot." She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really good." I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control, particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was. Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have still loved it. "It did." I agreed. "I like this side of you." "What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then the other playfully. She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an inhibition. "The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world needs to see more of this part of you." Then hastily added. "Not in a sexual way, of course." Melissa giggled and then kissed me. "You are all that I want." She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly. I flexed my own, causing my cock to twitch inside of her. We smiled at each other. "I am yours," I said, kissing her. I laid back down, pulling her down on top of me. She sighed in contentment and rested her weight on my chest, nuzzling my neck. We stayed like that for a while, and I could tell that she was beginning to fall asleep. I shifted and urged her to sit up. I stood, and she took my offered hand, following me to her bedroom. We cuddled up under the covers, and both quickly fell asleep. Chapter Fourteen. We woke refreshed from our nap and got dressed in our costumes. Soon we were in my pickup heading to the house where the party was being held. I glanced at Melissa as I drove, and she seemed to be unaware that I wasn't taking the most direct route. We were only a few minutes away from Melissa's apartment, when I turned into the parking lot of the Duluth location of the big box home improvement store I worked for. Butterflies filled my stomach as I prepared myself to set into motion the plan I had devised in the shower earlier that day. "I've got to go in here for a few minutes," I said, parking my truck, but leaving it running. "Ok, I'll be here," Melissa replied with a smile. I smiled back at her, leaned over to give her a quick kiss, and got out of the truck. I walked into the store with purpose. I got back twenty minutes later. Sitting behind the wheel, I looked over at Melissa with a huge grin on my face. She gave me a slightly confused look. "What did you need to get here?" "I have a surprise for you," I said, still unable to stop from smiling. "What is it?" Melissa asked. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. What I had just done, marked a turning point, one of those moments in your life where your life will never be the same again. "I just spoke with the yard manager, then with the store manager, and... as of two weeks from right now, I'll be working out of this store." It took a moment for Melissa to process what I said, her mouth fell open and her eyes began to glisten with the promise of tears. I nodded in silent confirmation, and she threw herself across the bench seat into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed. I felt her joyful tears against my face. "Of course, this all depends on if you're okay with having a roommate..." Melissa laughed, her happiness nearly overwhelming her. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" We kissed again, then rested our foreheads together as we gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing on earth could have taken the smiles off our faces. We glanced over as an old grey-haired couple walked past my truck. They watched us as they passed, smiling at our display of joy and affection. The man put his arm around the woman, pulling her close as they walked and they smiled lovingly at each other. Melissa and I returned our gazes to each other, and we knew that we were both thinking the same thing. That was going to be us someday. A lifetime of love and experiences awaited us, and neither of us could imagine any other way we would want to spend our lives than with each other. On the drive to the party, Melissa sat in the middle of my truck's bench seat, and in between gear shifts, I rested my hand on her inner thigh. I would glance in her direction now and then as I drove, but Melissa never took her eyes off of me. The way she was looking at me made my heart glow. I loved her so much, and knowing that my love was returned, every bit of it and more, was almost enough to make a guy weep with joy. I parked on the street up the block from the party. I shut the truck off and turned to face Melissa. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you," I whispered back. I put a hand to her face and she leaned into my palm as I caressed her cheek. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "As much as I need to be making love to you in our bed right now, I want to do this." Our bed, she had said. I liked that. Melissa smiled at me, knowing that I had picked up on her deliberate word usage. I helped her out of the truck, making sure nobody saw more of her than was appropriate, even though she was still wearing her long coat that covered her down past her knees. We walked up to the house and rang the bell. As we waited, side by side, hand in hand, I said. "I'll be right here next to you the whole time, my warrior queen." She smiled lovingly at me, and I saw any faint trace of self-doubt leave her. She took a deep breath and stood a little straighter, chin raised. The door opened and we were greeted by Ashley's older sister, Debbie, who was hosting the party. "Melissa! I'm glad you could make it. I haven't seen you in forever." Debbie was five years older than Ashley and had moved out of their parent's house four years ago. Her husband's name was Chris, and apparently, he was some kind of Dot Com hotshot. I believed it, as their house was huge, and they both had expensive German sports cars parked in their driveway. Debbie took our coats, and we began to mingle, soon finding Ashley and James. Ashley rushed over and gave Melissa a quick hug. "Wow, you look Amazing!" I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw James give Melissa a good head-to-toe look, and then notice me watching him. Now, I can see how guys might get pissed off by other guys checking out their girlfriends, but I saw it differently. I took it as a compliment to Melissa's stunning beauty, an opinion I wholeheartedly agreed with. Melissa made formal introductions, and I shook hands with Ashley and James in turn. When I shook James' hand, he met my eyes in what seemed like an apology for his wandering eyes. I did my best to subtly show that there was no harm done. We mingled and ate from the lavish catered buffet that Debbie and Chris had provided. I was introduced to more people than I could ever remember. Everywhere we went, eyes followed. There were lustful eyes, admiring eyes, jealous eyes, and yes, when people noticed the obvious outline of my perpetually hard cock barely restrained by my pants, laughing eyes. I didn't care at all about any of our observers, or what they thought about us. My eyes, and my thoughts, were for Melissa alone. I kept true to my word, never left her side all evening, and maintained nearly constant physical contact, be it an arm around her waist, a held hand, or a covert squeeze of an ass cheek. For her part, she seemed to particularly enjoy rubbing her ass against my groin right before we talked to somebody new, or were going to walk anywhere, and when my arm was around her, she had a hand in my back pocket. Again, I didn't care that everyone there saw my arousal. I honestly believed that it would be more out of place to have such a gorgeous woman at my arm all night, and not be constantly turned on. Through it all, Melissa was amazing. She never showed the least bit of self-consciousness or anxiety. I knew she saw how everyone watched her, and as the night went on, I began to believe that she was genuinely enjoying the attention. Our costumes were a hit, not just Melissa's, but the four of us as a group. Everyone cheered as Melissa and I, and Ashley and James, got up and danced when YMCA was played. We each had a glass of the strongly spiked punch, but neither of us had the desire to get drunk. We seemed to be the exception though. As the party began to wind down, intoxicated couples could be found making out on couches and comfy chairs, with one pair doing a little more than make out under the billiards table. Ashley was one of those who had way too much to drink, and we said our goodbyes as James helped her up the stairs to a guest room that Debbie and Chris had reserved for them. Melissa's eyes met mine, and I saw her fierce need for me shining bright. As much as we both wanted to strip down and fuck like rabbits right then and there, we both agreed silently that we had reached the extent of our exhibitionism. We said goodbye, thanked Debbie and Chris, who were quite intoxicated themselves, and left. The night air was heavy in a way that hinted at impending snowfall, and the wind blew cold and humid off of Lake Superior. Melissa held her coat tightly around herself as we rushed to my truck. Once in the truck and moving, I revved the engine more than I usually did to get the engine up to temp a little faster. The air from the vents soon turned warm, and Melissa opened her coat. She was sitting next to me again, with one leg on either side of the shifter. She had let her skirt ride up, and between gear shifts, I rested my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her with my fingertips through her satin thong. She had a hand on my crotch, and slowly stroked me through my pants. The trip back was fairly short, only about ten miles. Halfway there I asked her. "Why does it seem like it's taking forever to get back to your apartment?" "Our apartment." Melissa reminded me with a smile. I glanced at her with a grin. I did like the sound of that. "It's because neither of us can wait until this beautiful cock of yours is inside me." She gave my cock a squeeze to accentuate her words. When we neared her, our apartment, she said in a casual tone that was betrayed by the lustful intensity with which she was looking at me. "When that door closes, you'll have about ten seconds to get naked before I start tearing these clothes off of you." Turns out, she didn't even give me that long. As I bumped my back against the door to push it all the way closed, Melissa attacked my belt, getting it unbuckled with amazing quickness. Before I knew it, my pants were around my ankles and Melissa was on her knees taking me into her mouth. I could do nothing but moan and lean against the door as she implemented every trick she had learned so far. My legs felt wobbly as she expertly brought all of the evening's pent-up sexual energy to the fore. I looked down and met the fierce eyes of my warrior queen. In mere moments, she had brought me to the verge of orgasm. I was just seconds away from cumming, when she stopped, taking me out of her mouth. The sudden absence of sensation took my breath away. Melissa looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not yet." She said, giving the underside of my glans the slightest of licks. I shivered at the contact. I was so close. She watched me intently, giving me another tiny lick now and then, keeping me right at the brink. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Almost involuntarily, I grasped the back of her head, pulling her mouth over me. She didn't resist and sucked with renewed vigor. Her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been waiting for me to make her continue, that she had wanted me to take what I wanted. Melissa massaged my balls as I came. My legs nearly gave out, as I filled her mouth with my seed. Four, five, six strong spurts. It felt like the entire content of my balls was shooting into her. Her eyes showed her joy at what she was able to do to me. She took me out of her mouth and ran her hands up my chest as she stood slowly. I reached out and grabbed her, quickly pulled her up the last bit, and locked my mouth with hers. She hadn't swallowed this time, and I could tell that I had indeed cum much more than usual. We moaned softly as we kissed, sharing my hot cum back and forth. When finally it was gone, we broke to catch our breath. Melissa looked at me with a sly smile. "If I am your warrior queen, then you are my king. A king is fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what he wants." "I want you. All of you." I squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tightly against me. She sighed with pleasure as my still-hard cock pressed against the satin of her thong. I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum with my tongue. Then I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I'm going to make you cum again, and again, and again, until you're a sweaty, sticky, twitching mess." As I spoke, her breathing became heavier. She was practically panting in anticipation. "After that, I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you, and make love to you, and not stop until I physically can't do it anymore. That is what I desire." When our eyes met again, the look of love and passion I saw was so raw, so pure and powerful, that it burned itself into my memory. From that moment, whenever I thought about the way Melissa looked at me, I remembered that one look first and foremost. "My king will have what he demands." She whispered. I led her to our bed and carried through on my promise. How many times did I make her cum while eating her? Honestly, I lost track after the first few. One orgasm rolled into the next, and into the next, until she was indeed a sweaty, sticky, quivering mess. When I finally entered her, I paced myself, pumping hard into her at times, and slowing or even stopping inside her at others. I wanted to make it last as long as I could while making her cum as many times as possible. We switched positions many times. When I would start to get tired, she would roll me onto my back and ride me until she came again, then we would switch positions, all without my cock ever leaving her hot and silky wetness. I ended up cumming inside her twice, and though we had continued to make love, I was not able to cum a third time. We lay together on sweat-damp sheets, facing each other, limbs intertwined, and both utterly exhausted. My lips were numb from kissing, and it seemed like every muscle in my entire body was sore from exertion. Melissa giggled tiredly. "What?" I asked, finding her adorable giggle as infectious as always. "So that's what it takes to completely satisfy my sexual desire." We both laughed, and she kissed me sweetly on the lips. "I need to work on my cardio." Melissa giggled again. "It'll get easier, you just need to keep at it." Giggling with her, I quipped. "Keep at it? I thought you were completely satisfied." "For today, yes," Melissa responded, and we both laughed again. We hugged each other tightly. Melissa sighed and caressed my cheek. "Thank you." She said softly. "For?" I asked. "For giving me courage tonight. I really did enjoy wearing that costume. Not just for you, but for me. I don't think I could have done it without you." I gave her a sweet kiss. "Even though you're more brave and amazing than you give yourself credit for, I will always be right here. Whatever we face, we'll face it together." Her eyes glowed with her love. "I'll be here for you too. Forever." "Forever," I repeated, and we kissed sweetly. We both knew without a doubt that ours was a love that would last until the end of time. When we said "forever", we meant it. Neither of us had ever known anything so surely as we knew this. As thoughts of spending the rest of my life with this glorious woman passed through my mind, I drifted off to sleep in her loving arms. Chapter Fifteen. We awoke in our bed, still in each other's arms. We stretched and embraced tightly. "Good morning, my love," Melissa whispered. "Good morning, wonderful," I responded with a kiss. I knew that I wasn't alone in thinking that I could easily spend the whole day in bed, even if we did nothing but hold each other and rest, but nature was calling. We got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat to pee, I turned on the shower, making sure it was set to Melissa's preferred temperature of just below scalding. She stood, and it was my turn to relieve myself. It occurred to me that it was likely neither of us had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex use the toilet before. We watched each other, but it wasn't weird, gross, or embarrassing. I mean, after all of our intimate contact thus far, this was nothing. But it did remind me of how thoroughly and completely we were bonded to each other. There were no secrets between us, no need for shyness or reservations. In every aspect, we were one entity. When I finished, Melissa pulled me into the shower. We washed each other, toweled off, and returned to our bedroom. Melissa went towards her dresser, obviously thinking that it was time to get dressed. I had other plans. I held her hand and stopped her near the bed. "Lay face down," I said pointing to the bed. She gave me her little smile, the one she kept just for me, and complied. I knelt over her feet and began massaging them. I massaged her legs thoroughly, enjoying her relaxed sighs. When I massaged her firm ass, I could see the moisture of her arousal seeping out of her. I bent over and kissed one of her perfect ass cheeks. Melissa giggled. "Kiss my ass." I chuckled and kissed the other cheek. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she gasped quietly when I made contact with her wetness. While one hand rubbed her back at the base of her spine, I eased the thumb of the other into her. I slowly worked it in and out, brushing her clit with my index finger with every stroke. Before she came, I eased off and stopped. I wiped my wet fingers on my cock, and shifted forward. She arched her back in eager anticipation. I entered her slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go. Melissa moaned with satisfaction. I leaned down and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Whispering, I said. "I hope you don't mind if I just stay right there for a while. I'm not done with my massage yet." She made only a happy moan in response. As I began to slowly slide my cock in and out, I gripped her shoulders and began to knead her muscles. She made continuous sighs of relaxation as I worked my way down her back, all the while, keeping a steady, slow rhythm with my cock. When I reached the bottom of her spine, I pulled her waist towards me, getting that extra bit deeper with one slow thrust. Melissa moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow. My massaging hands worked their way back up to her shoulders, and I grasped them firmly, pulling myself deep into her once again. Melissa responded with another moan, slightly louder than the previous one. Again and again, my hands moved up and down her back, with each particularly deep thrust garnering an ever louder moan. I loved how much Melissa was enjoying what I was doing, her pleasure and relaxation having reached a zen-like state, but eventually, I had to face the sad reality that my arms were getting tired! I slid my hands around her waist, and down to the top of her hips, pulling myself deep inside her again, but this time I kept my hands there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and with each one, I pulled her hips towards me. Faster and faster I pumped into her, and my balls were soon slapping wetly on the backs of her thighs. Melissa's moans became one continuous guttural exhalation, punctuated with every impact. I came hard, and breathing heavily, collapsed onto her back. I nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair on my face and breathing in her scent. Melissa's scent, and make no mistake, everyone has a unique scent, was something that I knew I could never find the words to describe. It was delicate, sweet without being sickly, earthy without being dirty. It was her, it was her essence, that intangible quality that makes something what it is, and I loved it. I breathed her in and sighed, planting a soft kiss on the base of her neck. To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

Cabin Cousins: Part 4 Costumes and characters. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me. "That hit the spot." She said with a sigh. "There's been a lot of that recently." Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?" We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being near each other. Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show you our costumes." I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser. "This is yours." She said, handing me a blue police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video. I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my prisoner?" "As much fun as that could be, no." Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered headdress. "We're the Village People?" I asked. Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you like it?" "I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?" "Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier." She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this." The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face. "Do you... not like it?" I asked. "It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just showed up to the party. Okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination. Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago; and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to be very careful in how I reacted. "Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay. Open your eyes." I did and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low, giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back, bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about the prospect of revealing so much skin. While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous." My antics made Melissa giggle. "Who is she here with?" "I don't know him. Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard." Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her, happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension. When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on the hem of the skirt. "It's more than a bikini." "I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get the right words out for what she wanted to say. I sat on the bed next to her. "It's not too... slutty, is it?" She asked, staring at the floor. Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are." "I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you." "Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and maintaining eye contact. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's stunt double in Red Sonja." I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was a goddess." This got a smile from her. "I think you're biased." "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?" "Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels really good." "You look amazing." "Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I don't know if I can take that." She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her. "It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty." I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my intent. "I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss. "Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and won't have to pretend anymore." "Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you but..." She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear. "It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing my bare ass to everybody." "Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone other than me can see it." Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If people are going to see me, they're going to see you too." I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs, my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants, and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible. "That's fair." Then she said mischievously. "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps." We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her warmly. "I love you." "I love you." She replied. "If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together." I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said. "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six hours." "How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?" "Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not wearing this to the video store." We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top, albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy' section. After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa. "Nice." She said, grinning. Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja. We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well, her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those. The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me. "I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a goddess." "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked suggestively. Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you think I want to do?" Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight." Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line. "That's a challenge I might think about someday." "What about right now?" "Why not?" When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa thought so too. She leaned down and we kissed deeply. I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen will have what she demands." "Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone that made it sound like a command. She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants off, taking the red thong with them. She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down. She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart. I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it. I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me, seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could. My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed. Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum, still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile. "That one was all mine." She purred, before kissing me. I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and held her tight as we kissed. She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn." She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest. Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. "Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the edge of climax. I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the intensity with which I ate her. She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply, with Melissa still twitching occasionally. We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said. "Tasting myself on you is hot." I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating her. "Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play. "Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more." Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat. Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her, marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me, drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside. I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths. When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show, maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her. Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming. Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips. She must have been close because, with an exclamation of primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her. We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other seemingly inexhaustible. Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her, something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a state of utter awe of this woman. "You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words were inadequate to express my feelings. Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I didn't go too far with being in control did I?" I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really hot." She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really good." I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control, particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was. Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have still loved it. "It did." I agreed. "I like this side of you." "What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then the other playfully. She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an inhibition. "The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world needs to see more of this part of you." Then hastily added. "Not in a sexual way, of course." Melissa giggled and then kissed me. "You are all that I want." She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly. I flexed my own, causing my cock to twitch inside of her. We smiled at each other. "I am yours," I said, kissing her. I laid back down, pulling her down on top of me. She sighed in contentment and rested her weight on my chest, nuzzling my neck. We stayed like that for a while, and I could tell that she was beginning to fall asleep. I shifted and urged her to sit up. I stood, and she took my offered hand, following me to her bedroom. We cuddled up under the covers, and both quickly fell asleep. Chapter Fourteen. We woke refreshed from our nap and got dressed in our costumes. Soon we were in my pickup heading to the house where the party was being held. I glanced at Melissa as I drove, and she seemed to be unaware that I wasn't taking the most direct route. We were only a few minutes away from Melissa's apartment, when I turned into the parking lot of the Duluth location of the big box home improvement store I worked for. Butterflies filled my stomach as I prepared myself to set into motion the plan I had devised in the shower earlier that day. "I've got to go in here for a few minutes," I said, parking my truck, but leaving it running. "Ok, I'll be here," Melissa replied with a smile. I smiled back at her, leaned over to give her a quick kiss, and got out of the truck. I walked into the store with purpose. I got back twenty minutes later. Sitting behind the wheel, I looked over at Melissa with a huge grin on my face. She gave me a slightly confused look. "What did you need to get here?" "I have a surprise for you," I said, still unable to stop from smiling. "What is it?" Melissa asked. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. What I had just done, marked a turning point, one of those moments in your life where your life will never be the same again. "I just spoke with the yard manager, then with the store manager, and... as of two weeks from right now, I'll be working out of this store." It took a moment for Melissa to process what I said, her mouth fell open and her eyes began to glisten with the promise of tears. I nodded in silent confirmation, and she threw herself across the bench seat into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed. I felt her joyful tears against my face. "Of course, this all depends on if you're okay with having a roommate..." Melissa laughed, her happiness nearly overwhelming her. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" We kissed again, then rested our foreheads together as we gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing on earth could have taken the smiles off our faces. We glanced over as an old grey-haired couple walked past my truck. They watched us as they passed, smiling at our display of joy and affection. The man put his arm around the woman, pulling her close as they walked and they smiled lovingly at each other. Melissa and I returned our gazes to each other, and we knew that we were both thinking the same thing. That was going to be us someday. A lifetime of love and experiences awaited us, and neither of us could imagine any other way we would want to spend our lives than with each other. On the drive to the party, Melissa sat in the middle of my truck's bench seat, and in between gear shifts, I rested my hand on her inner thigh. I would glance in her direction now and then as I drove, but Melissa never took her eyes off of me. The way she was looking at me made my heart glow. I loved her so much, and knowing that my love was returned, every bit of it and more, was almost enough to make a guy weep with joy. I parked on the street up the block from the party. I shut the truck off and turned to face Melissa. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you," I whispered back. I put a hand to her face and she leaned into my palm as I caressed her cheek. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "As much as I need to be making love to you in our bed right now, I want to do this." Our bed, she had said. I liked that. Melissa smiled at me, knowing that I had picked up on her deliberate word usage. I helped her out of the truck, making sure nobody saw more of her than was appropriate, even though she was still wearing her long coat that covered her down past her knees. We walked up to the house and rang the bell. As we waited, side by side, hand in hand, I said. "I'll be right here next to you the whole time, my warrior queen." She smiled lovingly at me, and I saw any faint trace of self-doubt leave her. She took a deep breath and stood a little straighter, chin raised. The door opened and we were greeted by Ashley's older sister, Debbie, who was hosting the party. "Melissa! I'm glad you could make it. I haven't seen you in forever." Debbie was five years older than Ashley and had moved out of their parent's house four years ago. Her husband's name was Chris, and apparently, he was some kind of Dot Com hotshot. I believed it, as their house was huge, and they both had expensive German sports cars parked in their driveway. Debbie took our coats, and we began to mingle, soon finding Ashley and James. Ashley rushed over and gave Melissa a quick hug. "Wow, you look Amazing!" I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw James give Melissa a good head-to-toe look, and then notice me watching him. Now, I can see how guys might get pissed off by other guys checking out their girlfriends, but I saw it differently. I took it as a compliment to Melissa's stunning beauty, an opinion I wholeheartedly agreed with. Melissa made formal introductions, and I shook hands with Ashley and James in turn. When I shook James' hand, he met my eyes in what seemed like an apology for his wandering eyes. I did my best to subtly show that there was no harm done. We mingled and ate from the lavish catered buffet that Debbie and Chris had provided. I was introduced to more people than I could ever remember. Everywhere we went, eyes followed. There were lustful eyes, admiring eyes, jealous eyes, and yes, when people noticed the obvious outline of my perpetually hard cock barely restrained by my pants, laughing eyes. I didn't care at all about any of our observers, or what they thought about us. My eyes, and my thoughts, were for Melissa alone. I kept true to my word, never left her side all evening, and maintained nearly constant physical contact, be it an arm around her waist, a held hand, or a covert squeeze of an ass cheek. For her part, she seemed to particularly enjoy rubbing her ass against my groin right before we talked to somebody new, or were going to walk anywhere, and when my arm was around her, she had a hand in my back pocket. Again, I didn't care that everyone there saw my arousal. I honestly believed that it would be more out of place to have such a gorgeous woman at my arm all night, and not be constantly turned on. Through it all, Melissa was amazing. She never showed the least bit of self-consciousness or anxiety. I knew she saw how everyone watched her, and as the night went on, I began to believe that she was genuinely enjoying the attention. Our costumes were a hit, not just Melissa's, but the four of us as a group. Everyone cheered as Melissa and I, and Ashley and James, got up and danced when YMCA was played. We each had a glass of the strongly spiked punch, but neither of us had the desire to get drunk. We seemed to be the exception though. As the party began to wind down, intoxicated couples could be found making out on couches and comfy chairs, with one pair doing a little more than make out under the billiards table. Ashley was one of those who had way too much to drink, and we said our goodbyes as James helped her up the stairs to a guest room that Debbie and Chris had reserved for them. Melissa's eyes met mine, and I saw her fierce need for me shining bright. As much as we both wanted to strip down and fuck like rabbits right then and there, we both agreed silently that we had reached the extent of our exhibitionism. We said goodbye, thanked Debbie and Chris, who were quite intoxicated themselves, and left. The night air was heavy in a way that hinted at impending snowfall, and the wind blew cold and humid off of Lake Superior. Melissa held her coat tightly around herself as we rushed to my truck. Once in the truck and moving, I revved the engine more than I usually did to get the engine up to temp a little faster. The air from the vents soon turned warm, and Melissa opened her coat. She was sitting next to me again, with one leg on either side of the shifter. She had let her skirt ride up, and between gear shifts, I rested my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her with my fingertips through her satin thong. She had a hand on my crotch, and slowly stroked me through my pants. The trip back was fairly short, only about ten miles. Halfway there I asked her. "Why does it seem like it's taking forever to get back to your apartment?" "Our apartment." Melissa reminded me with a smile. I glanced at her with a grin. I did like the sound of that. "It's because neither of us can wait until this beautiful cock of yours is inside me." She gave my cock a squeeze to accentuate her words. When we neared her, our apartment, she said in a casual tone that was betrayed by the lustful intensity with which she was looking at me. "When that door closes, you'll have about ten seconds to get naked before I start tearing these clothes off of you." Turns out, she didn't even give me that long. As I bumped my back against the door to push it all the way closed, Melissa attacked my belt, getting it unbuckled with amazing quickness. Before I knew it, my pants were around my ankles and Melissa was on her knees taking me into her mouth. I could do nothing but moan and lean against the door as she implemented every trick she had learned so far. My legs felt wobbly as she expertly brought all of the evening's pent-up sexual energy to the fore. I looked down and met the fierce eyes of my warrior queen. In mere moments, she had brought me to the verge of orgasm. I was just seconds away from cumming, when she stopped, taking me out of her mouth. The sudden absence of sensation took my breath away. Melissa looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not yet." She said, giving the underside of my glans the slightest of licks. I shivered at the contact. I was so close. She watched me intently, giving me another tiny lick now and then, keeping me right at the brink. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Almost involuntarily, I grasped the back of her head, pulling her mouth over me. She didn't resist and sucked with renewed vigor. Her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been waiting for me to make her continue, that she had wanted me to take what I wanted. Melissa massaged my balls as I came. My legs nearly gave out, as I filled her mouth with my seed. Four, five, six strong spurts. It felt like the entire content of my balls was shooting into her. Her eyes showed her joy at what she was able to do to me. She took me out of her mouth and ran her hands up my chest as she stood slowly. I reached out and grabbed her, quickly pulled her up the last bit, and locked my mouth with hers. She hadn't swallowed this time, and I could tell that I had indeed cum much more than usual. We moaned softly as we kissed, sharing my hot cum back and forth. When finally it was gone, we broke to catch our breath. Melissa looked at me with a sly smile. "If I am your warrior queen, then you are my king. A king is fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what he wants." "I want you. All of you." I squeezed her ass, pulling her hips tightly against me. She sighed with pleasure as my still-hard cock pressed against the satin of her thong. I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum with my tongue. Then I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I'm going to make you cum again, and again, and again, until you're a sweaty, sticky, twitching mess." As I spoke, her breathing became heavier. She was practically panting in anticipation. "After that, I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you, and make love to you, and not stop until I physically can't do it anymore. That is what I desire." When our eyes met again, the look of love and passion I saw was so raw, so pure and powerful, that it burned itself into my memory. From that moment, whenever I thought about the way Melissa looked at me, I remembered that one look first and foremost. "My king will have what he demands." She whispered. I led her to our bed and carried through on my promise. How many times did I make her cum while eating her? Honestly, I lost track after the first few. One orgasm rolled into the next, and into the next, until she was indeed a sweaty, sticky, quivering mess. When I finally entered her, I paced myself, pumping hard into her at times, and slowing or even stopping inside her at others. I wanted to make it last as long as I could while making her cum as many times as possible. We switched positions many times. When I would start to get tired, she would roll me onto my back and ride me until she came again, then we would switch positions, all without my cock ever leaving her hot and silky wetness. I ended up cumming inside her twice, and though we had continued to make love, I was not able to cum a third time. We lay together on sweat-damp sheets, facing each other, limbs intertwined, and both utterly exhausted. My lips were numb from kissing, and it seemed like every muscle in my entire body was sore from exertion. Melissa giggled tiredly. "What?" I asked, finding her adorable giggle as infectious as always. "So that's what it takes to completely satisfy my sexual desire." We both laughed, and she kissed me sweetly on the lips. "I need to work on my cardio." Melissa giggled again. "It'll get easier, you just need to keep at it." Giggling with her, I quipped. "Keep at it? I thought you were completely satisfied." "For today, yes," Melissa responded, and we both laughed again. We hugged each other tightly. Melissa sighed and caressed my cheek. "Thank you." She said softly. "For?" I asked. "For giving me courage tonight. I really did enjoy wearing that costume. Not just for you, but for me. I don't think I could have done it without you." I gave her a sweet kiss. "Even though you're more brave and amazing than you give yourself credit for, I will always be right here. Whatever we face, we'll face it together." Her eyes glowed with her love. "I'll be here for you too. Forever." "Forever," I repeated, and we kissed sweetly. We both knew without a doubt that ours was a love that would last until the end of time. When we said "forever", we meant it. Neither of us had ever known anything so surely as we knew this. As thoughts of spending the rest of my life with this glorious woman passed through my mind, I drifted off to sleep in her loving arms. Chapter Fifteen. We awoke in our bed, still in each other's arms. We stretched and embraced tightly. "Good morning, my love," Melissa whispered. "Good morning, wonderful," I responded with a kiss. I knew that I wasn't alone in thinking that I could easily spend the whole day in bed, even if we did nothing but hold each other and rest, but nature was calling. We got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat to pee, I turned on the shower, making sure it was set to Melissa's preferred temperature of just below scalding. She stood, and it was my turn to relieve myself. It occurred to me that it was likely neither of us had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex use the toilet before. We watched each other, but it wasn't weird, gross, or embarrassing. I mean, after all of our intimate contact thus far, this was nothing. But it did remind me of how thoroughly and completely we were bonded to each other. There were no secrets between us, no need for shyness or reservations. In every aspect, we were one entity. When I finished, Melissa pulled me into the shower. We washed each other, toweled off, and returned to our bedroom. Melissa went towards her dresser, obviously thinking that it was time to get dressed. I had other plans. I held her hand and stopped her near the bed. "Lay face down," I said pointing to the bed. She gave me her little smile, the one she kept just for me, and complied. I knelt over her feet and began massaging them. I massaged her legs thoroughly, enjoying her relaxed sighs. When I massaged her firm ass, I could see the moisture of her arousal seeping out of her. I bent over and kissed one of her perfect ass cheeks. Melissa giggled. "Kiss my ass." I chuckled and kissed the other cheek. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she gasped quietly when I made contact with her wetness. While one hand rubbed her back at the base of her spine, I eased the thumb of the other into her. I slowly worked it in and out, brushing her clit with my index finger with every stroke. Before she came, I eased off and stopped. I wiped my wet fingers on my cock, and shifted forward. She arched her back in eager anticipation. I entered her slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go. Melissa moaned with satisfaction. I leaned down and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. Whispering, I said. "I hope you don't mind if I just stay right there for a while. I'm not done with my massage yet." She made only a happy moan in response. As I began to slowly slide my cock in and out, I gripped her shoulders and began to knead her muscles. She made continuous sighs of relaxation as I worked my way down her back, all the while, keeping a steady, slow rhythm with my cock. When I reached the bottom of her spine, I pulled her waist towards me, getting that extra bit deeper with one slow thrust. Melissa moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow. My massaging hands worked their way back up to her shoulders, and I grasped them firmly, pulling myself deep into her once again. Melissa responded with another moan, slightly louder than the previous one. Again and again, my hands moved up and down her back, with each particularly deep thrust garnering an ever louder moan. I loved how much Melissa was enjoying what I was doing, her pleasure and relaxation having reached a zen-like state, but eventually, I had to face the sad reality that my arms were getting tired! I slid my hands around her waist, and down to the top of her hips, pulling myself deep inside her again, but this time I kept my hands there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and with each one, I pulled her hips towards me. Faster and faster I pumped into her, and my balls were soon slapping wetly on the backs of her thighs. Melissa's moans became one continuous guttural exhalation, punctuated with every impact. I came hard, and breathing heavily, collapsed onto her back. I nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair on my face and breathing in her scent. Melissa's scent, and make no mistake, everyone has a unique scent, was something that I knew I could never find the words to describe. It was delicate, sweet without being sickly, earthy without being dirty. It was her, it was her essence, that intangible quality that makes something what it is, and I loved it. I breathed her in and sighed, planting a soft kiss on the base of her neck. To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

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En el disco 'Italia', del trompetista alemán Till Brönner, canciones como 'Travolti da un insolito destino', 'La donna invisibile', de Ennio Morricone, 'Amarsi un po' de Lucio Battisti, 'Via con me' -con la voz de Mario Biondi- de Paolo Conte o 'Parole parole' con la voz de la italiana Chiara Civello que, en 2014, publicó 'Canzoni', disco también de canciones italianas como 'Metti una sera a cena', de Morricone, 'Una sigaretta' o 'Senza fine' de Gino Paoli con la salvedad de 'Les moulins de mon coeur', del francés Michel Legrand, adaptada al italiano y compartida con Esperanza Spalding. En 2021, Chiara Civello se animó a grabar todo un disco de canciones francesas: 'My way', la versión que hizo en inglés Paul Anka de 'Comme ´habitude', 'Col tempo', versión italiana de Gino Paoli de 'Avec le temps' de Léo Ferré, y 'Que reste-t-il de nos amours' de Charles Trenet. Despedida con Till Brönner y Bob James tocando 'Late night' de su disco a dúo 'On vacation'.Escuchar audio

“Cinema Paradiso” no es solo una película nostálgica, sino una fábula sobre los riesgos de aferrarse al pasado. Totó, un niño que sueña con el cine, crece, se aleja de su pueblo y vuelve décadas después, solo para descubrir que los recuerdos no siempre coinciden con la realidad. Un capítulo sobre el amor, la pérdida y cómo el cine preserva lo que el tiempo destruye.

Bringing silent films to life in Lockhart again!Welcome back to 78644 Podcast! In this episode host Steven Collins visits the Gaslight-Baker Theatre to chat with composer and musician Justin Sherburn. Justin shares how he creates live music for silent films with his group Montopolis. He talks about scoring the Western film Return of Draw Egan using music by Ennio Morricone, and how comedians rewrote the film's dialogue to make it funny. He also shares how Montopolis began, his love for mixing music with film, and why he enjoys performing at art house cinemas across the country.Guests in This Episode:Justin Sherburn - Composer and musician, on scoring The Return of Draw Egan at the Gaslight-Baker Theatre.What's Inside:How Justin mixes live music with old silent films to make them fun again.Why he used Ennio Morricone's music for a Western comedy show.The story of starting Montopolis and doing shows in cool theaters.His love for mixing art, music, and film in one live show.Why he thinks small art cinemas are special and full of smart people.Timestamps:[00:00] - Steven visits Gaslight Baker Theatre to meet Justin Sherburn[00:45] - Scoring Return of Draw Egan with Morricone's music[01:30] - Mixing comedy into silent films with rewritten dialogue cards[03:32] - Why Justin digs deep into Ennio Morricone's lesser-known tracks[04:09] - How he picks funky ‘70s music for old Western scenes[05:32] - The story of starting Montopolis with The Red Balloon[06:38] - Touring art house cinemas and why Justin loves these creative spacesFollow Our Guests:Justin Sherburn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/justin-sherburn-477ba621Gaslight Baker Theater: https://mygbt.org/ / https://www.instagram.com/gaslightbaker/ https://www.facebook.com/GaslightBaker/ Follow our Host:Steven Collins: https://www.instagram.com/deadmanonlineThis Episode is Sponsored by:Wella Foods: https://www.instagram.com/wellafoods/Thunderbird Bar: https://www.instagram.com/thunderbirdbar/ PrintingSolutionstx: https://www.instagram.com/printingsolutionstx/ Gaslight-Baker Theatre: https://www.instagram.com/gaslightbaker/ Courthouse Nights: https://www.instagram.com/courthousenights/ Crystal Glaze Photography: https://www.instagram.com/crystalglazephotography/ Gray Beard Films: https://www.instagram.com/graybeardfilms/ Texas Hatters - HishatLady: https://www.instagram.com/hishatlady/Follow 78644 Podcast:Website: https://www.78644podcast.com/ Facebook: https://web.facebook.com/people/78644-Podcast/100089192381124/ Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/78644podcast/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@78644PodcastSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/78644/exclusive-content

60 Nights of Fright continues in Episode 353 of JayMovieTalk. I'm delving into John Carpenter's career and one of his greatest achievements, The Thing (1982). From Halloween to Escape from New York, Carpenter redefined genre filmmaking, and The Thing remains his ultimate statement on paranoia, isolation, and survival.In this episode:*Why The Thing is the perfect blend of tension, terror, and practical effects*Rob Bottin's groundbreaking creature design vs modern CGI*Carpenter's music and Morricone's chilling score.*Side topics: isolation horror as a subgenre, practical effects masterclass, and how Carpenter's trademarks influenced an entire generation.Available now, join me as I break down the film that helped cement Carpenter as the Master of Horror.

En el programa de hoy hablaremos de “EL BUENO, EL FEO Y EL MALO”, última película dirigida por Sergio Leone de la llamada trilogía del dólar, que comenzó con “Por un puñado de dólares”, siguió con “La muerte tenía un precio” y terminó a lo grande, con esta maravilla de película, vestida con una gloriosa banda sonora de Ennio Morricone, que como dice uno de nuestros contertulios, se erige como auténtica protagonista de la película. Para hablar de la película nos reunimos Javier Jiménez de Sevilla y Paco Dolz de Valencia, con Alejandro González, que siempre nos ayuda en los westerns y Oscar Salazar, también colaborador de nuestros programas, que tenía que estar en este programa por una razón muy especial. No podemos prescindir de Unai Aizpurúa de Donosti, que es el mago que no aparece en la imagen, pero es quien hace malabares para que este programa grabado en directo fluya de la forma más ágil posible. Sergio Leone es un director que había trabajado como director de segunda unidad en películas de gran presupuesto en Italia y aunque debutó con "El coloso de Rodas", prácticamente “Por un puñado de dólares” en 1964, es su primera película personal como director. Un film de muy bajo presupuesto, 200.000 dólares, que recaudó casi 20 millones de dólares. El inesperado éxito de la película sorprendió a todos, convirtiéndose en un fenómeno de tal envergadura que en Italia se dejaron de rodar peplums y todos querían producir westerns. La siguiente película de Leone "La muerte tenía un precio" con Morricone y Clint Eastwood, partía con un presupuesto de 600.000 dólares y recaudó 25.500.000 de dólares. El mercado ávido de westerns puso en manos de Leone un presupuesto de 1.200.000 dólares para rodar otro western, así llegó a las pantallas “El bueno, el feo y el malo”, que hizo una taquilla cercana a los 40 millones de dólares. Es la que cerraba la llamada trilogía del dólar, o del “hombre sin nombre”. Estos tres peliculones se estrenaron en tan solo tres años. 1964 “Por un puñado de dólares”, 1965 “La muerte tenía un precio” y 1966 “El bueno, el feo y el malo”.

Stesso titolo, ma...diversa locandina.Niente Elliot Ness né Al Capone come cattivaccio. Niente Brian De Palma e niente Morricone alla colonna sono...e invece Morricone c'è pure qui!Non ci state capendo più una cippa? Beh, non penso che questo film l'abbiano visto in tantissimi eppure il vostro CaRfa guardate un po' che chicca che vi tira fuori, in questa puntata.Gli Intoccabili, pellicola necessaria e alimentare per Giuliano Montaldo, è una storia di gangster, rapine e tradimenti. Sicuramente, una storia minore rispetto a quella cui il regista aveva abituato il pubblico, ma non per questo meno interessante, nonostante alcuni difetti.John Cassavetes è un ottimo protagonista, coadiuvato dagli altrettanto bravi Peter Falk, Gabriele Ferzetti, Luigi Pistilli, Britt Ekland, Florinda Bolkan e Gena Rowlands. Il ritmo è sempre abbastanza alto e il finale molto molto cattivo.Vi ho incuriositi? Beh, lo trovate su Prime, nel canale Minerva Classic (7 giorni gratuiti)

Jesús Blanco repasa la participación de compositores extranjeras en películas españolas, destacando la disputa que tuvieron Morricone y Almodóvar.

Composiciones para el cine de Ennio Morricone, que nos dejó hace ya 5 años, grabadas por Kyle Eastwood ('Per le antiche scale'), Charlie Haden y Pat Metheny ('Cinema Paradiso love them', 'Cinema Paradiso main theme'), George Mraz ('Cinema Paradiso'), Yo-Yo Ma (Gabriel's oboe', 'The falls', 'Once upon a time in America: Deborah´s theme', 'Cockeyes song', 'Main theme') o el propio Morricone. Y trabajos suyos para películas menos conocidas, de los años 60 y 70, con piezas influenciadas por el samba jazz y la bossa como 'Waltzer bossa nova', 'Ritratto d´autore', 'Alla serenità', 'Metti una sera cena' o 'Samba in tribunale'. Escuchar audio

Welcome to another Cinema Sounds & Secrets Tribute Episode! This week, Janet, John, (and Pen) dive into the life and career of an incredible composer who wrote his first compositions when he was just six years old! A five-time Oscar nominee and a two-time winner, its none other then the ledgendary Ennio Morricone! Born in Rome, Italy on November 10th, 1928,  his father, a trumpet player himself taught Ennio to read music and how to play many instruments. It was in his childhood he met his future collaborator and ledgendary director and pioneer of the Spagetti Western, Sergio Leone. During the 50s and early 60s, Morriconne composed songs for Italian and international jazz and pop stars, selling millions of copies of his music worldwide, eventually finding his way composing music for film, with his breakout film being released in 1964, Fistful of Dollars. Morricone would go on to score countless of films in the western genre and beyond, composing more than 400 across his entire career. The last notable project he worked on was with another iconic director, Quentin Tarantino, for the film, The Hateful Eight. Some of Ennio Morricone's most notable scores include, Fistfull of Dollars (1964), The Good The Bad And The Ugly (1966), Days of Heaven (1978), The Mission (1986), Untouchables (1987), and The Hateful Eight (2015). To learn more about this episode and others, visit the official Cinema Sounds & Secrets website!  

Darren Hines and Peter Waters return to discuss Giuseppe Tornatore's 2021 documentary Ennio which focuses on the career of iconic film composer Ennio Morricone. Some of Morricone's most famous scores include The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, Once Upon a Time in the West, Once Upon a Time in America, Cinema Paradiso, The Untouchables, The Mission, and The Hateful Eight. Support the show

In deze aflevering van Kalm met Klassiek ligt de liefde er dik bovenop. Het is tijd voor Ennio Morricone's 'Tema d'amore', hét liefdesthema. Hij schreef het voor de film Nuovo cinema paradiso. Je hoort een bijzondere uitvoering, want niemand minder dan die andere beroemde filmcomponist John Williams staat op de bok als dirigent. Voeg daar de viool van Itzhak Perlman, een van de grootste violisten van onze tijd, aan toe, en het is wegzijmelen geblazen... Wil je meer Kalm met Klassiek? Ga naar npoklassiek.nl/kalmmetklassiek (https://www.npoklassiek.nl/thema/kalm-met-klassiek). Alle muziek uit de podcast vind je terug in de bijbehorende speellijst (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6YgSfm1Sux7CroiJvzeUdx?si=be36463468d84e37). 

Neem vandaag plaats in uw luister bioskoopzaal bij Radio Maria. Wij serveren u muziek voor het witte doek van film-toondichters: Marianelli, Silvestri, Bruns, Newman, Morricone, Schwartz, Zimmer, Menken, Miranda en Williams, uit bekende films. En de bioscoop heeft in elk seizoen wel aantrekkingskracht.

durée : 00:06:47 - Les bandes originales des films de Philippe Labro : de Morricone à Colombier - par : Max Dozolme - On a appris hier la disparition du journaliste, écrivain et réalisateur Philippe Labro. En hommage, Max Dozolme vous propose d'écouter quelques-unes des bandes originales de ses films signés par des grands noms, notamment Ennio Morricone ou encore Michel Colombier !

Solénoïde (02.06.2025) - Cette semaine, Solénoïde vous embarque pour un périple de 55 minutes à travers une Italie insoupçonnée, vibrante, déroutante : une péninsule sonique où l'expérimentation règne en maître. Du dub méditatif de Meditronica aux nappes brumeuses d'Andrea De Witt, en passant par les incursions cinématographiques du maestro Morricone, l'émission tisse une mosaïque musicale envoûtante, entre traditions enfouies et technologies audacieuses De Naples à Rome, de Milan à Palerme, cette première Virée Italienne explore les sons d'artisans de l'ombre – Lorenzo Feliciati, Eraldo Bernocchi, Antonio Testa, Mirco Magnani et Ernesto Tomasini qui sculptent l'invisible et jouent avec le temps. Opéra expérimental, ambient caverneuse, glitch industriel, jazz planant : autant de langages musicaux qui transforment l'Italie en territoire de dérèglement sensoriel. Solénoïde ne cartographie pas : il dérègle. Il ne décrit pas : il invite à la dérive. Préparez-vous à une radionavigation hallucinée dans un pays que vous pensiez connaître. Virée Italienne 01, c'est l'Italie… mais vue à travers un miroir sonore déformant.

durée : 00:58:11 - Toute une vie - par : Alexandre Tylski - Né à Rome dans une famille modeste, Ennio Morricone a réinventé la musique mondiale. Sous ses airs austères, le compositeur a dynamité de l'intérieur chansons et films grâce à sa science instrumentale et mélodique. - réalisation : François Teste - invités : Cécile Carayol Enseignante-chercheuse à l'Université de Rouen; Chloé Huvet Enseignante-chercheuse à l'Université d'Evry Paris Saclay; Stéphane Lerouge Restaurateur de bandes originales de films; Giusy Pisano Professeure à l'École nationale supérieure Louis-Lumière à Saint-Denis; Alessandro de Rosa Compositeur et biographe d'Ennio Morricone; Jérôme Rossi Professeur à l'Université Lyon II; Gabriel Yared Compositeur et arrangeur français d'origine libanaise de musiques de film

Hace unos años que el maliense anunció su retirada, pero afortunadamente ha decidido volver a la música con un disco acústico y una gira europea. Grabado en su habitación de un hotel de Kioto, 'So kono' se publicó el pasado viernes y contiene canciones como 'Aboubakrin', 'Awa', 'Kanté Manfila' o 'Chérie'. Escuchamos a la italiana Chiara Civello cantando 'Via con me', de Paolo Conte, 'Metti una sera a cena', de Morricone, 'Una sigaretta', de Fred Buscaglione, y ''I mulini dei ricordi' de Michel Legrand- con la voz de Esperanza Spalding-. Y al etiope Mulatu Astatke con Hoodna Orchestra en 'Hatula' y 'Yashan' de su disco 'Tension'. Abre ('Gaúcho Corta jaca') y cierra ('Clube da esquina nº2') el cuarteto Falando Música del baterista brasileño Sergio Reze.Escuchar audio

Artist: Mirida (Saint-Petersburg, Russia) Name: Reborn Podcast | April, 2025 | Special for DHM Genre: Electronic Release Date: 10.04.2025 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Tracklist: 01. Colour Your Mind - To My Story (Matija & Richard Elcox Extended Remix) 02. Soma Soul, Mondo Man - All I Want (Extended Mix) 03. Morricone, Miratge - Tuine (Original Mix) 04. Wild Dark, ariaano - Special Thinks (Original Mix) 05. Rafa Polo - Under the Sun (Original Mix) 06. Goom Gum, Dancing on Lego - Before My Eyes (Super Flu Remix) 07. Hagen Feetly - Make You Mine (Extended Mix) 08. Mirida - Mechtatel (Original Mix) 09. Bless You - Gotta Move (Extended Mix) 10. Mirida - Time (Original Mix) 11. Mirida - Ghost (Original Mix) 12. Nandu, Tripolism - Sunrise (Extended Mix) Mirida: www.facebook.com/miridamusic Soundcloud: @mirid_a Instagram: www.instagram.com/mirida_music CONTACT (DHM) ‒ deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Alexander (Telegram) ‒ @sash_msk Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/

Marco Testoni"Come si ascolta un film?"Guida all'ascolto per inconsapevoli spettatori di colonne sonoreEdizioni Efestowww.edizioniefesto.itMarco Testoni – compositore, music supervisor e didatta – ci conduce alla scoperta della più invisibile e misteriosa delle forme d'arte: la colonna sonora. Una guida che rispondendo a una semplice domanda rovescia il senso dell'esperienza cinematografica, uno spettacolo che dovrebbe essere goduto appieno non solo con la vista ma anche l'udito. Come si ascolta un film? è un libro che con naturalezza e levità vuole raccontare la musica per cinema liberandoci dal ruolo di ascoltatori inconsapevoli. Una storia che parte dalle rumorose sale del cinema muto fino ad arrivare alle soluzioni musicali più tecnologiche dei nostri giorni. Dal mickey mousing al sound design, da Bernard Herrmann, Ennio Morricone, John Williams, Vangelis, Ryuichi Sakamoto, Hans Zimmer e Johann Johannsson passando per il post rock, l'elettronica, il minimalismo e tutti gli altri protagonisti che nel giro di cento anni hanno descritto l'evoluzione di un linguaggio musicale popolare divenuto universale.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

En este episodio recuperamos los reportajes sobre cuatro de las mejores bandas sonoras de la historia de la música cinematográfica: “La guerra de las galaxias” de John Williams, “Doctor Zhivago” de Maurice Jarre, “Vértigo” de Bernard Herrmann y la llamada “Trilogía del dólar” que incluye las bandas sonoras de “Por un puñado de dólares”, “La muerte tenía un precio” y “El bueno, el feo y el malo”, las tres compuestas por Ennio Morricone.

En este episodio recuperamos los reportajes sobre cuatro de las mejores bandas sonoras de la historia de la música cinematográfica: “La guerra de las galaxias” de John Williams, “Doctor Zhivago” de Maurice Jarre, “Vértigo” de Bernard Herrmann y la llamada “Trilogía del dólar” que incluye las bandas sonoras de “Por un puñado de dólares”, “La muerte tenía un precio” y “El bueno, el feo y el malo”, las tres compuestas por Ennio Morricone.

En este episodio recuperamos los reportajes sobre cuatro de las mejores bandas sonoras de la historia de la música cinematográfica: “La guerra de las galaxias” de John Williams, “Doctor Zhivago” de Maurice Jarre, “Vértigo” de Bernard Herrmann y la llamada “Trilogía del dólar” que incluye las bandas sonoras de “Por un puñado de dólares”, “La muerte tenía un precio” y “El bueno, el feo y el malo”, las tres compuestas por Ennio Morricone.

Del disco de Carmen Souza, cantante y compositora nacida en Lisboa de ascendencia caboverdiana, 'Port´inglês', las canciones 'St. Jago', 'Cais d´port´inglês', 'Ariope' y 'Amizadi'. Hoy se publica el nuevo disco del trío instrumental brasileño Caixa Cubo 'Moda avião' con temas como el que le da título, 'Jureta' o 'Vila Macarena'. De 'Ennio', disco homenaje a Morricone, 'Once upon a time in America (Deborah´s theme)', 'For a few dollars more: Watch chimes', 'The good, the bad and the ugly', 'The ecstasy of gold', 'Cinema Paradiso' y 'The Sicilian clan'. Y Bill Laurance con The Untold Orchestra tocando 'Bloom' y 'Before the sun'.Escuchar audio

Avec un final Morricone (ça faisait longtemps)Taxi-Gart -Mannequinyunė pirku - Don't StopBenny The Butcher/38 Spesh - Jesus Arms (feat. Busta Rhymes) Primal Scream - Ready To Go Home Jwles - 6Les Negresses Vertes - Face a la mer (Massive Attack Ramis) James Brown - Introduction Florentino - Pressure Funk feat. Dj Ramon Sucesso & ShygirnCaribou - August 20/24Caribou - Over NowFuture - PLUTOSKIB52 - Planet Claire Dnstrumental Re-EditiPa Salieu - BeltyEzra Collective - God Gave Me Feet For Dancing Ezra Collective - Shaking BodyJourdin Pauline/Cash Cobain Bay Swag - TOP OF THE MORNINGDali Muru & The Polyphonic Swarm - Denube DwellersThe Tornadoes - Do You Come Here OftenSly & The Family Stone - In TimeThe Smile - TiptoeLaila! - Could BeHaich Ber Na - Lately You're Not Picking UpLex Amor - SUPER BLESSEDhelen island - I know Ennio Morricone - EDDA DELL'ORSO La smagliatura

Artist: Morricone (Saint Petersburg, Russia) Name: Deep Jungle #23 [October, 2024] Genre: Electronic Release Date: 06.10.2024 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Morricone: @andreybabkovsky Instagram: www.instagram.com/andrey_morricone Vk: vk.com/morricone CONTACT (DHM): Email — deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/

Martin Elisson växte upp i Örgryte och gjorde Nirvana-covers med sina kompisar. I ettan på gymnasiet bildade de Bad Cash Quartet som hyllades av pressen (i alla fall av tidningen Pop där Strage jobbade) och fick turnera som förband till sina hjältar Broder Daniel. 2004 splittrades Bad Cash Quartet och tre år senare startade Martin Elisson och basisten Adam Bolméus det nya bandet Hästpojken tillsammans med Broder Daniel-trummisen Pop-Lars. Deras första singlar "Shane McGowan" och "Caligula", hyllningar till destruktiva livsnjutare, spelades på alla indieklubbar och Hästpojken blev så småningom en synonym för hårt leverne (i alla fall i Strages stockholmska mediekretsar). I våras kom bandets femte album "River av ett liv", som med en speltid på 22 minuter kanske snarare bör kallas EP, och nu hälsar de på hemma hos Strage. Martin Elisson och Adam Bolméus pratar bland annat om att spela en marginaliserad genre, om att både skriva Örgryte IS inmarschlåt och ett bidrag till Melodifestivalen, om parallellerna mellan Broder Daniel och Iron Maiden och om om att göra sluddrandet till en konstform samtidigt som man jobbar som logoped. Dessutom spelar de upp en italiensk Morricone-schlager som är det mäktigaste Strage hört på flera år. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Speak easy with Adam and Myke as they discuss an underrated ensemble, tonal rifts, and the formidable "M" duo of Mamet and Morricone. Make sure you're following us on X or Instagram to vote on the must-see status of The Untouchables this Friday (8/2). SHOW NOTES 0:00 – 11:34 Intro 11:35 - 20:29 General Impressions and Votes 20:30 – 1:09:49 Spoiler Discussion for The Untouchables 1:09:50 – 1:15:42 Double Feature Recommendations 1:15:43– 1:17:58 Outro

Dashing home after having stolen a country's entire gold reserve and blown up its tax offices, Rod and Adrian grab their microphones to talk about one of the greatest films to be covered on Wild, Wild Podcast - Danger: Diabolik. In this episode the latest Severin Films announcements are discussed, and Adrian potentially alienates everyone by saying something blasphemous about Morricone's score. We are now halfway through our fumetti season. If you want to do some background reading on the most popular Italian comics of the sixties, there's a great resource here on Comic Vine.We would love to hear from you if you have any favourite Italian comic or masked hero/ villain-based films, or if you have scaled a castle wall to steal priceless diaomonds. You can contact us on Twitter and Instagram or by email at wildwildpodcast@gmail.com. You can also find our YouTube channel here.Please also remember to rate and review us on your podcast platform of choice!If you enjoy the podcast, why not buy us a coffee at ko-fi.com/wildwildpodcast? Espresso, naturally. Grazie mille! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sneaking around this week are the Spies and Jason Whiton brings us John Kling…some news of a prominent couple in the scene tying the knot, our look at the World of Swank Gig Guide, a Deep Thought and a rant on the dangers of AI   www.cocktailnation.net   Morricone 90-Lounge Music #2 Project K/67-Sirocco Amber Weekes-You're Gonna Hear From Me Bruce Lofgren Group-Tripsy Andy Pratt-Patricia Mr Moai and the Tikiheads- Tahitian Twilight Ìxtahuele - Moonflower Kava Kon-Mists of Krakatoa Martini Kings- Dance of the Virginsv5 Allen Dennard-The Light Dubbleorganisterna- Hubble Messerchups- Sexplotation From Outer Space Voodoo 5-The Collector

Un recuerdo para Françoise Hardy, que acaba de dejarnos, con sus grabaciones de 'Des ronds dans l ́eau', 'Tout va bien', 'Le fou de la reine' -con Henri Salvador'- 'Le premier bonheur du jour' y 'Que tu m'enterres'. Del disco dedicado a Morricone, 'Ennio', del armonicista Grégorie Maret y el pianista Romain Collin, 'Once upon a time in America (Deborah's theme)', 'Chi mai - Le professionnel', ''The Sicilian clan' y 'Tragedy of a ridiculous man'. Maret toca también en 'For the palms' y 'Lil ́rock way' del disco 'Brasil' de Lee Ritenour y Dave Grusin. El pianista, compositor, sanador y educador surafricano Nduduzo Makhathini firma el disco 'uNomkhubulwane' y la cantante y compositora surafricana Zoë Modiga 'Nomthandazo'.  Escuchar audio

Diez años después de su disco 'Coisa boa', el primogénito de Caetano Veloso, Moreno, publica 'Mundo paralelo' con canciones como 'Um dois e já'., 'Presente de Natal', 'Unga dorme nesse frio', 'A donzela se casou' -con Caetano, Bethânia, Tom y Zeca- o la que le da título -con recitado de Tiganá Santana-. Y del disco de Tiganá Santana 'Caçada noturna' las canciones 'O amor simples' y 'Coração ao largo'. 'Ennio' es el disco homenaje a Morricone del armonicista Grégoire Maret y el pianista Romain Collin: 'Once upon a time in America (Deborah´s theme)', 'Chi mai-Le professionel-, 'Cinema Paradiso'. Y João Bosco firma 'Boca cheia de frutas' con 'O canto da terra por um fio', 'Dinossaurios da Candelária', 'Dias que são assim' o 'Sobre Tom'.Escuchar audio

durée : 00:58:09 - Toute une vie - Né à Rome dans une famille modeste, Ennio Morricone a réinventé la musique mondiale. Sous ses airs austères, le compositeur a dynamité de l'intérieur chansons et films grâce à sa science instrumentale et mélodique. - invités : Cécile Carayol Enseignante-chercheuse à l'Université de Rouen; Chloé Huvet Enseignante-chercheuse à l'Université d'Evry Paris Saclay; Stéphane Lerouge Restaurateur de bandes originales de films, concepteur de la collection discographique de bandes originales de films "Écoutez le cinéma !" chez Universal Music France; Giusy Pisano Professeure à l'École nationale supérieure Louis-Lumière à Saint-Denis; Alessandro de Rosa Compositeur et biographe d'Ennio Morricone; Jérôme Rossi Professeur à l'Université Lyon II; Gabriel Yared Compositeur et arrangeur français d'origine libanaise de musiques de film

Down the rabbit hole one goes when you discover something new and exciting. www.cocktailnation.net Daniela Schächter-All The Way Stan Getz Blues for Mary Jane  Joe Lovano-I'm more for you  Ike Quebec- Just one more chance  Morricone 90- Lounge Music number two Don Burrows- Manha de Carnival Roger Williams -On a clear day you can see forever  David Baker- Soft summer  Donald Byrd- Someone to watch over me 

Artist: Morricone (Saint Petersburg, Russia) Name: Organic Podcast (April, 2024) Genre: Organic House Release Date: 30.04.2024 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Andrey Morricone: @andreybabkovsky Instagram: www.instagram.com/andrey_morricone Vk: vk.com/morricone CONTACT (DHM): Email — deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/

Artist: Andrey Morricone (Saint Petersburg, Russia) Name: In Dance #04 [April 2024] Genre: Electronic Release Date: 09.04.2024 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Andrey Morricone: @andreybabkovsky Instagram: www.instagram.com/andrey_morricone Vk: vk.com/morricone CONTACT (DHM): Email — deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/

Artist: Morricone (Saint Petersburg, Russia) Name: February Podcast, 2024 Genre: Electronic Release Date: 21.02.2024 Exclusive: Deep House Moscow Andrey Morricone: @andreybabkovsky Instagram: www.instagram.com/andrey_morricone Vk: vk.com/morricone CONTACT (DHM): Email — deephousemoscow@hotmail.com Follow us: www.facebook.com/deephousemsk/ www.instagram.com/deephousemoscow/ vk.com/deephousemsk/