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April 14, 2025 - "My Name Is..." by Pauline Clark, read by Rosie Curley Egan by The Desmond-Fish Public Library & The Highlands Current, hosted by Ryan Biracree

During Hour 2 of today's show we are joined by Daniel Nugent-Bowman from The Athletic to breakdown the latest updates surrounding the Edmonton Oilers, & feature a brand new edition of Declan's "Hi, My Name Is". Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

During Hour 2 of today's show we are joined by Daniel Nugent-Bowman from The Athletic to break down the latest news from the NHL, and we have a brand new edition of Hi, My Name Is with Declan. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

During Hour 2 of today's show, we are joined by Daniel Nugent-Bowman from The Athletic to break down last night's Oilers game, & have a brand new edition of "Hi, My Name Is". Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

News; birthdays/events; sfa...boomer saves the day; word of the day. News; game: The Sound of Music movie trivia; what's a grandma stand?; jobs u.s. presidents had before they became president. News; game: I should have known that; would you use a.i. to be a neutral party in a dispute you're having?; if you've ever won an award or gotten a plaque at work...do you feel obligated to display it? News; game: movie trivia (Ashley gives to Brad); what British terms mean in America...(crisps-potato chips); goodbye/fun facts....nametag day...Perhaps if everyone wore name tags, like an episode of the T.V. series, “Seinfeld,” suggested, then we would have better friendships, firmer relationships, and more human people. Maybe this way, the world can one day become a true global village. although, originally, they were a form of punishment...back in 34 A.D., the Roman Emperor Nero invented name tags as a form of punishment for offenders. The use of name tags by the military can be traced to laundry tags, which were used to identify clothing belonging to different people....and eventually dog tags were used soldier identitiy. but in 1959...The popular “Hello, My Name Is…” name tags are introduced by C-Line Products, which we have probably forgotten to take off once we left some event or function.

This week's edition Declan's of Hi, My Name Is... Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Am A Child of God (Identity Series)1 John 3:1 “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.”This verse is so powerful.  What great love the Father has lavished on us, isn't that powerful?  Can't you just picture the Father lavishing us with Love?  Or maybe you can't.  Maybe you struggle to believe that you are a child of God.  Maybe you struggle to believe that the Lord loves you, and the thought that He lavishes love on you is something that you just can't wrap your head around.  If this is you, you are not alone.  Love in this world is so complicated, and a lot of things can get in the way of us loving and feeling loved.  There is a song by Matthew West called “Hello, My Name Is.”  This song has the beginning line of the verse above in the lyrics, along with some reasons why we can't feel this love.  I want to go over some of those lyrics with you.  Also, there is a link to the song in the show notes if you want to listen to it.The song starts out by saying:Hello, my name is RegretI'm pretty sure we have metEvery single day of your lifeI'm the whisper insideThat won't let you forgetThis is true for so many of us.  We struggle to feel God's love because we have so many regrets.  Regrets over things we have done or things we have said; regrets over things we didn't do and didn't say.  When we have regrets, the enemy takes those, and he whispers them to us over and over again so that we feel like we aren't worthy of God's love.  The enemy doesn't let us forget about them.Next, the song goes on to say:Hello, my name is defeatI know you recognize meJust when you think you can winI'll drag you right back down againTill you've lost all beliefDoes this sound familiar?  Things are going well and then we start to get a voice in our head telling us that things will go wrong.  Sure, it seems like all is going well, but things always get messed up in the end.  Things have gone wrong so many times in the past that you start to think you don't deserve to win.  You don't deserve the happiness or the love that God has planned for you.  When this happens, we can start to self-sabotage.  We don't even know we are doing it.  The enemy just keeps telling us that we have failed in the past, so we will fail again.  He drags us back down over and over again until we have lost all belief in ourselves and sometimes in God.Then the song goes on to say:Oh, these are the voices; oh these are the liesAnd I have believed them, for the very last timeHello, my name is child of the One True KingI've been saved, I've been changed, I have been set freeAmazing Grace is the song I singHello, my name is child of the One True KingThis is a verse that we may want to write down and read often.  I know I say this about a lot of verses from scripture, and you may have a lot of Post-it notes or index cards.  I really think this one could help us all when we are feeling defeated or when the enemy is telling us lies.  As much as we want to believe that God loves us and that we are His children, sometimes, the things of this world get in our way.  Sometimes, we let the enemy's lies get to us and convince us that we are not worthy, that we are not loved, that we are unlovable, and so many other things that are not true.  For me, when I heard this song, I loved it.  I have listened to it a million times or so.  Well, that may be a slight exaggeration, but I have listened to it a lot. And guess what?  Now I hear this chorus run through my head when I need it to.  When I start to feel down on myself, I literally tell myself, “Catherine, you are a child of the one true king!”  When I hear this, I can't help but smile.  When I start to doubt myself, when I start to have regret, or when I feel any of the enemy's tactics, I tell him, sorry, but I am a child of the one true king.  You've got nothing on my God; He is my one true king.  I have even started saying this to my friends when they are struggling.  When they are feeling down and also when they are feeling attacked, I remind them who they are and who they are.  They are a child of God, the one true King, and He won't let the enemy hurt them.  He won't let the enemy win.The song goes on to say:I am no longer definedBy all the wreckage behindThe One who makes all things newHas proven it's trueJust take a look at my lifeWe all have things in our past that we are not proud of.  We have all said and done things that weren't great.  Whether we did them on purpose or not, none of us are perfect.  We live in a broken world, and this means that we hurt people sometimes.  Regardless of what you have done in your past, you do not have to be defined by it.  I think it is good to reflect on any areas that you are not proud of.  If there are things you regret in your past, then take stalk of them and hand them over to the Lord.  Ask Him to help you forgive yourself.  Ask Him to help you move past them.  We can not change the past, no matter how much we want to.  If we want to find peace with our past mistakes, we need to turn them over and ask God for help.  As these lyrics say, He is the one that makes all things new.  I also like how the lyrics say that he Has proven it true: just take a look at my life.  I think if we all took a look at our lives over the years, we would see plenty of examples of how God showed us His love, how He protected us from things, how He saved us from things.The song ends with:What love the Father Has lavished upon usThat we should be called His childrenHello, my name is child of the One True KingI've been saved, I've been changed, I have been set freeAmazing Grace is the song I singHello, my name is a child of the One True King, yeahThese are the words from the scripture verse above.  Can you imagine how much the Lord loves us to call us His children?  Think about how much love you have for your children.  Now, multiply that by a bazillion, and that is how much our heavenly Father loves us.  My hope is that when you start to doubt this, you remember this song, you remember this scripture verse, and you remember that you are a child of the one true king.  You remember that you've been saved, you've been changed, you have been set free.  You are not who you were, and you don't have to let your past mistakes define you.  God has saved you, changed you, and set you free from everything.  All you have to do is live in this freedom.  Don't let the enemy drag you back to your old self.  Anytime he starts to whisper lies in your ear, just tell him, “I am a child of the one true king, I am not listening to you.”  Dear Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless all those listening to this episode today.  Lord, we are so grateful for all the love that you lavish on us.  We are sorry if we find it hard to accept it sometimes.  Please help us with this.  We want to accept all that you have to offer us freely.  We want to live in the freedom you have given us.  We don't want to live with any chains that the enemy tries to weigh us down with.  Please help us release anything that we need to release to live in your freedom.  You are so amazing and you give us so much, help us to accept it.  Help us to know that we are your children and that you love us.  Help us not to believe the lies of the enemy.  We are grateful for all you do for us, Lord.  We ask all of this in accordance with your will and in Jesus' holy name, Amen.Thank you so much for joining me on this journey to walk boldly with Jesus. I look forward to spending time with you again tomorrow.  Have a blessed day.Today's Word from the Lord was received in July 2024 by a member of my Catholic Charismatic Prayer Group. If you have any questions about the prayer group, these words, or how to join us for a meeting, please email CatholicCharismaticPrayerGroup@gmail.com. Today's Word from the Lord is, “The day is washed in Light, my children, washed and bathed through your hand, an extension of my hand. My hand is kind and full of compassion and love. You are all the extension of me. You are not separate from me. Never do you move alone. I am your guide.” www.findingtruenorthcoaching.comCLICK HERE TO DONATECLICK HERE to sign up for Mentoring CLICK HERE to sign up for Daily "Word from the Lord" emailsCLICK HERE to sign up for my newsletter & receive a free audio training about inviting Jesus into your daily lifeCLICK HERE to buy my book Total Trust in God's Safe Embrace

Natalie Moon is thrilled to be able to share her guest star role this season as Lex Luthor's ex-wife, the iconic DC comic book character Erica Del Portenza, on The CW hit series Superman and Lois. The episode Break the Cycle aired on October 28, 2024. Now that it has been released, Natalie is excited to share her experience in this unforgettable role alongside Michael Cudlitz, who plays Lex Luthor in the series. The director of this episode is Elizabeth Henstridge, who also plays her grown-up daughter in the episode. Natalie's other recent works include Apple TV's hit show Invasion, the new CBS series The Hunting Party, which will air soon, and Season 2 of CBC's most-watched new television drama Allegiance. Her roles in Allegiance and The Hunting Party are emotionally demanding victim roles, so stay tuned. One of the roles that Natalie is most proud of is her guest star role as quirky and socially awkward Inspector Jane in The CW series The Flash. Natalie's other works include the Hallmark Television series Chesapeake Shores, where she plays Peggy Lucas; the Hallmark movie Legend of The Lost Locket, where she plays Rebecca, best friend to the lead Amelia (Natasha Burnett); and Brahms: The Boy II alongside Katie Holmes and O'wain Yeoman where her Northern English roots helped land the role of an overly friendly countryside realtor. Also, Paramount Pictures Star Trek Beyond, Lifetime's Harry & Meghan: Becoming Royal, the Netflix hit series Travelers alongside Eric McCormack, Mary-Jane Constantine in DC Legends of Tomorrow and more. Natalie is also a keen supporter of the Indy film scene and has appeared in many short films, including One Day, a quirky festival short that she wrote, directed, produced, and starred in. My Name Is, a short film currently in post-production in which she plays Patricia, a recovering drug and alcohol addict with a troubled past. Natalie is also an accent coach in Vancouver, coaching actors including Jon Voight, Kristen Chenoweth and Inbar Lavi, among others, on various productions.    Want to watch: YouTube Meisterkhan Pod (Please Subscribe)

Text us, and Rock on!Eminem's "The Slim Shady LP" is more than just an album—it's a cultural phenomenon that challenges and entertains with its provocative themes and masterful storytelling. What if the raw, gritty streets of Detroit could produce not just music, but a movement? Our latest episode dissects Eminem's transformative journey, examining how he turned personal struggles into art that speaks to millions. We traverse through the dynamic Detroit music scene of the late 90s, spotlighting the rise of artists like Kid Rock and Jack White, while celebrating the groundbreaking partnership between Eminem and Dr. Dre that propelled the album's legendary status.Through a meticulous exploration of tracks like "My Name Is," "Guilty Conscience," and "Role Model," we unpack the intense storytelling, dark humor, and societal critiques that define Slim Shady's narrative. Not only do we compare Eminem's storytelling prowess to iconic TV dramas like "Law and Order," but we also dive into how his provocative lyrics sparked conversations and controversies alike. With references from iconic figures such as Dr. Dre to unexpected parallels with personas like Garth Brooks, our discussion navigates the chaotic mix of emotions evoked by Eminem's artistry.As we celebrate the cultural significance of "The Slim Shady LP," we also reflect on themes of resilience, nature versus nurture, and the power of music as a mirror to the human experience. We reminisce about favorite tracks that defined an era, capturing the trials and triumphs of both personal and societal struggles. Whether you're a longtime fan or curious newcomer, this engaging episode offers a fresh perspective on Eminem's work, emphasizing the unpredictable journey through art and expression. Join us for an unforgettable exploration of one of hip-hop's most influential albums.Support the show

Text us, and Rock on!Eminem's "The Slim Shady LP" is more than just an album—it's a cultural phenomenon that challenges and entertains with its provocative themes and masterful storytelling. What if the raw, gritty streets of Detroit could produce not just music, but a movement? Our latest episode dissects Eminem's transformative journey, examining how he turned personal struggles into art that speaks to millions. We traverse through the dynamic Detroit music scene of the late 90s, spotlighting the rise of artists like Kid Rock and Jack White, while celebrating the groundbreaking partnership between Eminem and Dr. Dre that propelled the album's legendary status.Through a meticulous exploration of tracks like "My Name Is," "Guilty Conscience," and "Role Model," we unpack the intense storytelling, dark humor, and societal critiques that define Slim Shady's narrative. Not only do we compare Eminem's storytelling prowess to iconic TV dramas like "Law and Order," but we also dive into how his provocative lyrics sparked conversations and controversies alike. With references from iconic figures such as Dr. Dre to unexpected parallels with personas like Garth Brooks, our discussion navigates the chaotic mix of emotions evoked by Eminem's artistry.As we celebrate the cultural significance of "The Slim Shady LP," we also reflect on themes of resilience, nature versus nurture, and the power of music as a mirror to the human experience. We reminisce about favorite tracks that defined an era, capturing the trials and triumphs of both personal and societal struggles. Whether you're a longtime fan or curious newcomer, this engaging episode offers a fresh perspective on Eminem's work, emphasizing the unpredictable journey through art and expression. Join us for an unforgettable exploration of one of hip-hop's most influential albums.Support the show

In hour two we were joined by Daniel Nugent-Bowman from The Athletic to talk about the Oilers loss last night and we had our "Hi, My Name Is" segment. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On today's show, we chat with 4 time guest, Matthew West! Matthew West is a five-time GRAMMY nominee, NSAI's 2022 Songwriter-Artist of the Year, ASCAP's 2023 Golden Note Award recipient and a multiple ASCAP Christian Music Songwriter/Artist of the Year winner. He has received an American Music Award, a Billboard Music Award, K-LOVE Fan Awards, GMA Dove Awards and has been named Billboard's Hot Christian Songwriter of the Year. A recipient of the Rich Mullins Impact Award, West also received a Primetime Emmy® Award nomination for Original Music & Lyrics for the title track for the feature film “The Heart of Christmas.” Dubbed “one of Christian music's most prolific singer-songwriters” (Billboard), West has been awarded RIAA Gold and Platinum certifications and notched 35 number one songs combined as an artist and songwriter.   In addition to his own recording career, he has co-hosted the K-LOVE Fan Awards seven times and has more than 250 songwriting credits to his name, including cuts by Anne Wilson, Rascal Flatts, Scotty McCreery, Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant, Mandisa, Danny Gokey, Casting Crowns and others. The release of Don't Stop Praying marks his 13th studio album. Composed of 12 inspiring tracks, West encourages listeners to commit to the power of prayer in 2024. West's most recent single "Don't Stop Praying" released earlier this year marks his biggest streaming single debut in his 20-year career.  Adding author to his list of accolades, West has written eight books to date: “Come Home For Christmas,” “Give This Christmas Away,” “The Story Of Your Life,” “Forgiveness,” “Today Is Day One”,  “Hello, My Name Is, “The God Who Stays” and his latest, My Story Your Glory 30-Day Devotional with one more slated for 2024. He is also passionate about providing hope and healing through the power of prayer and story. Along with his father, Pastor Joe West, they founded popwe, a non-profit ministry helping others to craft, share, and live a more meaningful life. Don't Stop Praying IS OUT NOW!  Matthew says, “EACH SONG IN ITS OWN WAY IS INSPIRED BY THE DIFFERENT TYPES OF PRAYERS WE FIND OURSELVES PRAYING THROUGHOUT OUR LIVES. WE PRAY PRAYERS FOR STRENGTH WHEN WE ARE WEAK, PRAYERS FOR A MIRACLE WHEN WE NEED A BREAKTHROUGH, PRAYERS FOR PURPOSE WHEN WE FEEL LOST. MOST OF ALL, I WANTED TO MAKE A RECORD THAT ECHOED THE CALL I HAVE FELT IN MY OWN HEART TO HIT MY KNEES LIKE NEVER BEFORE AND NEVER FORGET THAT THE MOST IMPORTANT CONVERSATION I COULD HAVE TODAY AND EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE IS WITH THE ONE WHO MADE ME, KNOWS ME, AND HAS THE BEST PLAN FOR MY LIFE. I HOPE THESE SONGS INSPIRE YOU TO DISCOVER FOR THE FIRST TIME OR MAYBE REDISCOVER THE POWER OF A PRAYER.” matthewwest.com @matthewjwest christianmusicguys.com @christianmusicguys

niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF, MY NAME IS .... In this episode, Brother X, The Cultured Scientist, Mr. Smith, and Queen Ci have a mental health check as well as discuss their favorite memorable experience from Freshman Year Fall Semester, A message from the Big Back Community, A woman who decides to record herself getting fired, and Kung Fu Kenny being BIG AS THE SUPERBOWL. They also start their series "A moment with the hosts" where each host is interviewed by their co-hosts for listeners to understand more about each hosts and the people behind the voices that listeners hear every other week. This Week's Host Spotlight: Brother X. So grab a seat, pour up something  nice in your cup, and listen in on some dope conversation. And again, Truth and Transparency podcast is a podcast that allows for young professionals to talk open and truthfully in a transparent fashion.  The Truth and Transparency Podcast is currently located on 7 different platforms(Apple, Anchor, Google Podcast, Breaker, Pocket Cast, Radio Public, and Spotify) with more to come soon. Please be sure to rate and share with your friends on your preferred platform. If you are listening on Anchor leave us a voice message, and you will be shouted out in the show. RougHousE's Youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBOv1hmpADnMOGG84aOdgsg⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Also, follow them on Instagram @_roughouse4life_ Video clips from this week's episode: Small intro question https://www.instagram.com/p/C-24IJ9zhT5/?igsh=MThkeTF2NHI4YXJ3OQ== A message from the Big Back Community    https://www.instagram.com/reel/C_i--haOwMZ/?igsh=bTlzZWJpeWJyYmt5 Woman records herself with HR department https://www.instagram.com/reel/C_OtOg4v7cW/?igsh=MWx5NTUwaWV3cGJ6dA== Kendrick Lamar performing at the SuperBowl https://www.instagram.com/reel/C_qUwHWvjZi/?igsh=MnM0dDlpcjlvYzE2 https://www.instagram.com/p/C_qa9nCA2-D/?igsh=MWJ0bHdvbjI5NHF2bw==

It's probably safe to say that by late 2002, Eminem was the most popular rapper in the world.  With three full-length solo albums under his belt, Slim Shady had come quite a long way in the four years since taking the world by storm with The groundbreaking Slim Shady LP in 1999 - introducing the world to his devil-may-care madcap rhymes that ranged from insightful, to absurd, to downright offensive; sometimes all at once. There was no denying Marshall Mathers' talent on the mic - combining the sounds of the underground with a hurricane flow, lyrical wizardry, and pop culture irreverence - Eminem's popularity was bolstered by the frustrated angst of the emerging nu metal, horror-core and even pop punk sounds of the era.  Realistically, he didn't even *sound* like anything from those genres, but his aura was so strong that he became a sort of crossover artist without even needing to actually cross over. It was just *cool* to like Eminem. With the backing of music industry heavy hitters like Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine, Eminem also had serious critical credibility - He'd won Rap Grammys for the aforementioned Slim Shady LP and it's lead single ‘My Name Is' in 2000; He followed it up with three more the following year for the likes of The Real Slim Shady, Forgot About Dre, and his sophomore album The Marshall Mathers LP - and would eventually go on to win two MORE Grammys in 2003 for his ‘02 album The Eminem Show and its lead single ‘Without Me'. And, while we're on the topic of the successes of Slim Shady - the records show that by late 2002 Eminem's 3 Solo LPs had gone no less than 18x Platinum in America alone. There is just one thing Em hadn't done yet - and quite honestly I can barely believe it myself - Eminem had never had a US Billboard hot 100 Number 1 Hit. That all changed when Eminem recorded the lead single for his feature film debut - changing how we all thought about Eminem forever. This is the story of Eminem's 'Lose Yourself' with newly unearthed audio from Marshall Mathers himself!

GGG 345 Ultrasonic Degen AI - This week we discuss the beautiful disaster of AI music generation in addition to other good music. We also discuss multiple great book series in addition to some of the standout items we saw at Guncon before falling into the rabbit hole of Ultrsonic directional speakers.  I Was Sent To Vietnam To Smuggle (AI music) Lil Pablo Youtube channel What if Eminem wrote My Name Is in 2021 (AI Music) Kaiju Funk Youtube Channel Quit J*zzing In The Hot Tub (AI Music) Goober Beatz Youtube Channel (Banjo Metal) Starship's Mage Book Series Villains Code Book Series Drew Hayes Minds of Men Kacey Ezell Book Tipton 360 Gun Vice Lockdown Secure Wall Lock PTR MP5 Amend2 Modular Chassis Brass Facts Desert Tech video Prototype MDR that went to auction Ultra Sonic Speaker (LTT Video) Ultra Sonic Directional Speaker Site Ultra Sonic Ebay Listing Instructables Ultrasonic Array Silencerco Maxim 9 Maxim 9 found Patent 1 Maxim 9 found Patent 2 Silencerco Laser Rangerfinder Twitch Channel Instagram (Matt) Instagram (Heinrich) LFD Research Youtube LFD Research Playur Facebook Apple Podcasts Stitcher  Contact the show directly at geeksgadgetsandguns@gmail.com

FORECASTING OUR OWN FAILURE. In this episode of the Came to Believe Recovery Podcast, The hosts explore the difference between problem thinking and solution thinking, and the tendency to focus on the negative rather than the positive. They also discuss the importance of gratitude and giving thanks in all circumstances. The hosts share personal experiences and insights on how to navigate negative thinking and offer support to others who may be stuck in a negative mindset. Closing Song: Hello, My Name Is by Matthew West. #higherpower #aa #na #alcoholicsanonymous #recovery #recovered #alcoholic #twelvesteps #wedorecover #narcoticsanonymous #addiction #bigbook

¡Bienvenidos a Vinyl Radio, el podcast conducido por George Paz! En este episodio de mini biografía, descubre cómo Eminem, el rapero legendario, ascendió desde una infancia difícil hasta dominar las listas de éxitos. Con más de 220 millones de discos vendidos y 15 premios Grammy, su impacto en el rap es innegable. Eminem está de vuelta! Su nuevo éxito "Houdini" lidera el Official Trending Chart y promete conquistar el Official Singles Chart. Exploramos algunos de sus mayores éxitos, incluyendo "My Name Is," "The Real Slim Shady," "Stan," y "Lose Yourself."

Dan & Manny put some recent Nostalgic News to the ultimates test--THE NOSTALGIA TEST!  So much is going on in the Nostalgia world. The boys talk about the upcoming Summer Olympics in Paris and all the newly added sports, they give their immediate reactions to the trailers for Deadpool & Wolverine, Bad Boys: Ride or Die, Venom: The Last Dance, and Beverly Hill Cop: Axel F, they put Eminem's latest release "Houdini" to the Nostalgia Test NOW!, and give their thoughts on Red Lobster filing chapter 11. Plus, you get your classic Nostalgia Test tangents! Email us (thenostalgiatest@gmail.com) topics you want to hear us do on our next episode of The Nostalgia Test News & we'll send you a FREE Digital Art Print of a quote from this episode!    EP 117 COMING SOON TO YOUTUBE!   Some Episode Notes Paul Scheer June Diane Raphael Jason Mantzoukas How Did This Get Made (Podcast) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Casey Jones Saved by the Bell (TV Series 1989-1993) Zack Attack California Dreams (TV Series 1992-1996) Entertainment Tonight (TV News Series 1981-Present) 2024 Summer Olympics in Paris Red Bull X-Games Parkour Kelly Slater Nazaré, Portugal Sport Climbing Darts Curling The Amazing Race (Reality Series 2001-Present) Costco Marshalls HomeSense Supermarket Sweep (Game Show 1965-2022) Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Movie 2024) Venom: The Last Dance (Movie 2024) Deadpool & Wolverine (Movie 2024) Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F (Movie 2024) Logan (Movie 2017) “Like a Prayer” (Song by Madonna) The Punisher Daredevil Tom Hardy Bronson (Movie 2008) Warrior (Movie 2011) Blue Chips (Movie 1994) Coming to America 2 (Movie 2021) Beverly Hills Cop (Franchise) 111.

Call it "magic" or a coincidence that there's 2 songs out now called "Houdini", like the legend magician. I discuss Harry Houdini's bio, songs that tribute using his name and vanishing tricks, including Dua Lipa and Eminem. Don't disappear without hearing other magical facts I reveal at the end! Theme Song: "Dance Track", composed by Jessica Ann CatenaText Music Notes with Jess, Support the show"Houdini" Songs playlist:"Houdini" - Kate Bush (1982)Kate Bush's interview quotes"Houdini" - Foster the People (2011)"Houdini" - Dua Lipa (2023-2024)"Houdini" - Eminem (2024)"Houdini" video cameos"Houdini" lyrics breakdownMentioned Media:Harry Houdini - History.comHoudini (2014) - 2 part mini-series film8 Mile (2002)"Abracadabra" - Steve Miller Band (1982)Steve Miller Band complimentEminem songs:"My Name Is" (1999)"The Real Slim Shady" (2000)"Lose Yourself" (2002)"Without Me" (2001)"Stan" (2000)Eminem YouTube channelRelated Episodes: Ep. 203 - Barbie: The AlbumsEp. 238 - Dua Lipa Top 10

Today we return with another round of Filling In The Name Of We guessed your names in our new favourite segment "My Name Is.. As In" and WHAT ARE THE ODDS.. have a listen to some of these thrilling tales.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

No sympathy For the empath, either It smells of either Mescaline, or ether It's just a dream, I mean I don't need referrals to therapy Serenity and peace Is all I'm screaming for The the fourth wall's broken The worlds up in arms I pretend to hold him in my arms, As I nod off, I forgot to block the thought watchers Got my VPN on, but An EMP is what we need To get the NPCs off Fuck then all, then Turn my phone off, tune out Or just doze off I need at lease a dose of Stone, You know, But won't bother It's awful/awesome I didn't wanna write it all, At all, but I got to Cause I been moving up Like the Jefferson's in Chicago Or was that New York? Imm unsure, Puzzles, importance and crosswords I can't run on no water and pasta So I'm awkward a short-stop Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk, For once I'm iconic, The Beatles I'm all four of them Need some soft porn, Or a needle in side my arm This dude is harming me I need some fuckin armor from The opposite of God It's just obnoxious, He won't stop fucking up my block I guess nobody loves him Not even his mom Guess it's my son It's just another song it sonnet, If you're reading or watching it It's the opposite of love, Not hate, It's poverty Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

John Strickland joins Landon Powell to kick things off. LP gives his thoughts on this UGA team as he has caught a bit of them lately. They get into some fun talk about mental fortitude, Petry, and the Miami Miracle. Sheldon Brown comes up, and Landon gives us his thoughts on heading into postseason play. Strickland hangs around, and attention changes to football. Beamer updates how many guys are staying around Columbia this month, and we wrap with giving Strick the My Name Is treatment. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode of the "In Search of More" podcast, Eli Nash hosts special guest Chani Lisbon, a comedian and producer of the recovery podcast "Hi, My Name Is," as they delve into her journey of addiction and sobriety. Chani shares her experience of attending a program to address her love addiction and emphasizes the significance of self-care and setting boundaries in relationships. Reflecting on her identification as an alcoholic, she highlights the importance of recognizing powerlessness and taking daily steps to protect recovery. The episode also touches on challenges in addiction recovery, including experiences with an untrustworthy sponsor, while highlighting the benefits of finding support and freedom in the program. Through personal insights and experiences, Chani and Eli offer hope and connection to those navigating addiction recovery. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Connect with Chani Website | https://bit.ly/3U3yi7L Instagram | https://bit.ly/3VNIjqS TikTok | https://bit.ly/3VQfnPg ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Connect with Eli Website | https://bit.ly/eliyahunash Instagram | https://bit.ly/eliyahu_nash Facebook | http://bit.ly/3h3rFSr YouTube | https://youtube.com/@insearchofmore ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Subscribe to the In Search of More Podcast: www.youtube.com/@InSearchOfMore?sub_confirmation=1 For booking inquiries, email: booking@insearchofmorepodcast.com Join Our WhatsApp: https://wa.me/message/PBH5QDJQNQ5LJ1 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow us on social media Facebook | http://bit.ly/3jr9eYT Instagram | http://bit.ly/3JsvU5I TikTok | http://bit.ly/3XZ60Lo Twitter | http://bit.ly/3XNgxsR --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/in-search-of-more/support

Paul, Lauren and Scott discuss Santa Barbara, bugs in wine, and inventions before playing My Name Is. Follow us on Instagram @ThreedomUSA. Send Threetures and emails to threedomusa@gmail.com. Leave us a voicemail asking us a question at hagclaims8.com. Subscribe at cbbworld.com to gain access to every episode of Threedom ad-free as well as brand new Threemium episodes every other week! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The guys open things with some general basketball chat before Derek Scott joins to dive deep into the matchup against Tennessee this evening. The talk what is needed and look at how to stop the hot Vols in front of a sold out CLA with the conference title well in reach. Some football news has broken heading into the second hour, and then they welcome in Clark Cox, Associate AD for Facilities at the University. Lark has been with Carolina for 20 years now, and gives them all the details that go into creating, maintaining, and repair of the fine stadiums and fields we know and love. They ask about the details regarding the soccer match and the preferences for natural over field turfs before giving him the “My Name Is” treatment to get to know the man behind the buildings. A little baseball and basketball to cap the day to send us off to pull for the Gamecocks in the biggest regular season game in the history of the CLA. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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On February 23, 1999, Eminem released his second full-length album, The Slim Shady LP. It landed him his first song on Billboard's Hot 100 (the hit "My Name Is"), a Grammy for Best Rap Album, and quadruple platinum certification only a year later. On its 25th anniversary, as part of our series Silver Liner Notes, we revisit the album with Noah Callahan-Bever, former editor-in-chief at Complex and VP at Def Jam, and current co-CEO of the multimedia company Idea Generation.

B. Cox and Domo review Eminem's sophomore album The Slim Shady LP as it turns 25. The now legendary emcee was just a little know upstart white rapper from Detroit when he clew up the underground scene by tearing through the '97 Rap Olympics. Despite losing in the finals, the word was out. After recording The Slim Shady EP, the tape made its way around the circuits and found its way on the desk of Dr. Dre, who promptly signed him and to Aftermath Records. The two clicked and got to work on his album.Overseen by Dre, who also produced a couple of tracks on the album, it served the world's introduction to Eminem and what would become his famous alter-ego -- Slim Shady. In this character and slipping in between his actual persona of Marshall Mathers, he juxtaposed his rhyming with clever wordplay and "rhyme bending" to create adequate rhyme scenes. Inside of those lyrics were rife with shocking one-liners, verses and songs: topics on everything from depression, dark humor, drug use, addiction, disdain for his daughter's mother and outlandish and controversial sayings that would become the hallmark of his early career. His rhyme style made him among the elite; his topics and subject matter made him vulnerable, controversial and hated all at the same time.The album was backed by three main singles -- the two most popular being "My Name Is..." and the Dr. Dre duet "Guilty Conscience". The album was a huge success, selling almost 7 million records and would be the beginning of him being the biggest music star in the game just four years later and the greatest selling rap artist of all time.Visit The Vault Classic Music Reviews Onlinewww.vaultclassicpod.comBuy Exclusive The Vault Podcast Merchandise!www.vaultclassicpod.com/storeSupport The Vault Classic Music Reviews on Buy Me A Coffeehttps://www.buymeacoffee.com/vaultclassicpodBuild Your Own Amazing Podcast Website In Less Than 5 Minutes!https://www.podpage.com/?via=ivecre8Show Notes"The Slim Shady LP" Eminem's Warning Shot at Hip-Hop https://www.udiscovermusic.com/stories/the-slim-shady-lp-eminem-album/The Ringer: Eminem has been America's Nightmare for 20 Yearshttps://www.theringer.com/music/2019/2/20/18232748/eminem-slim-shady-lp-20th-anniversaryAlbumism: Eminem's 'The Slim Shady LP' Turns 20 | Anniversary Retrospectivehttps://albumism.com/features/eminem-the-slim-shady-lp-turns-20-anniversary-retrospectiveSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-vault-classic-music-reviews-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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The guys are b ack to full strength, and they welcome in Hale McGranahan for his weekly Tuesday visit. Reeling a bit from his Niner's losing the Super Bowl, Hale still is covering football. They talk some recruiting news and look at the D-Line position group. Some quick hits on basketball before SC Head Baseball Coach, Mark Kingston, joins for his first chat of the new season. They ask the coach about some specific players, the unique challenges he faces with good depth, and some lineup/position talk. They get a bit more personal with Coach Kingston by giving him the "My Name Is" treatment to get to know a bit of the man himself off the field. The final hour goes gridiron heavy with JC back to give his thoughts on the vacant TE coach position, and a look at the staff as it sits now considering recruiting and development. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Wes and Nick recount there time listening to this awesome track as a kid and laughing. Background:On the first day of recording, Eminem and Dr. Dre finished "My Name Is" in an hour.[5]The song contains a sample of Labi Siffre's track "I Got The...". Siffre, who is openly gay, said in a 2012 interview that he refused to clear the sample until sexist and homophobic lyrics were removed from the song: "Dissing the victims of bigotry – women as bitches, homosexuals as faggots – is lazy writing. Diss the bigots not their victims."[6] The original uncensored version of the song with the aforementioned offending lyrics is mistakenly included on the compilation The Source Hip Hop Music Awards 1999. The bass and guitar riff used in the sample was performed by Siffre's session musicians Chas Hodges and Dave Peacock, who later became the duo Chas & Dave.[7] "My Name Is" is written in the key of F major.[8] Famous names referenced in the song include Nine Inch Nails, the Spice Girls, and Pamela Anderson (Pamela Lee).[9]Support the show:

Guests: Chad Holbrook (Host of Chin Music) and Isaac Trotter (24/7 Sports) - The guys fire things up with a recap of the basketball action last night. Plenty of good games to cover around the country from Kentucky to Purdue. Chad Holbrook joins to chat about his latest episode of Chin Music featuring an interview with Whit Merrifield. Coach Holbrook tells some stories of the 2010 CWS National Championship, and we get a taste of the interview with Merrifield. Back to some ball talk, and up next is Isaac Trotter from 24/7 Sports. Isaac wrote a great piece comparing the style of ball the Gamecocks are playing and the Wisconsin Badger Ball made famous under Bo Ryan. Isaac fill us in on what he is seeing out of the team this year, and he gets the My Name Is treatment in order to get to know him a bit better. They wrap with discussion on the NCAA and NIL in the wake of the latest allegations at UT and UVA. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

En este podcast viajamos a 1999 para recuperar algunos de los discos que, en 2024, celebran su vigésimo quinto aniversario. Un gustazo tras otro, la verdad.  THE FLAMING LIPS – Race For The PrizeGIGOLO AUNTS – Everyone Can FlyFOUNTAINS OF WAYNE – DeniseSUPERCHUNK – Good DreamsSUEDE – Can’t Get EnoughTHE CHEMICAL BROTHERS – Hey Boy, Hey GirlBJÖRK – Human BehaviourRED HOT CHILI PEPPERS – AnothersideEMINEM – My Name IsWILCO – Can’t Stand ItFOO FIGHTERS – Learn To FlyRAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE – Guerrilla RadioLIMP BIZKIT – NookieMUSE – Muscle MuseumBRITNEY SPEARS – Baby, One More TimeCHUCHO – MagicEscuchar audio

Guests: Derek Scott (Voice of the Gamecocks), Hale McGranahan (The Big Spur) The guys open The Show with some general chat about the game this evening against UK before welcoming in Hale McGranahan of The Big Spur and switching gears to talk some football. They get through Hale's way too early projected offensive depth chart, talk a little bit about the staff opening with Pete Lembo's departure, and wrap with some tidbits from the recruiting trail. Next up is Derek Scott to help the guys break down the game this evening. They have it all covered, and subject Derek to the My Name Is treatment to give us all a look behind the voice. JC and Phil take The Show for a bit of a ride in the final hour, and the guys are all over the place to wrap a fun day. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

JC, JB, and Phil close out the week with a chat with the Crimson Tide Sports Network's Roger Hoover. Hoover has been on Tide radio since 2019, and relays his thoughts and stories of Nick Saban. They get into the DeBoer hire, and hit him with the My Name Is segment before giving way to the bookend of Mike Morgan's Power Hours this week. Mike takes us on a Drive Around the SEC covering some of the stellar names to have worked under Nick Saban as well as some names that are hitting the portal upon his retirement. They get into some basketball and officiating talk, and look ahead to the game against Arkansas this weekend. The guys bring back the FAB5 for you in the new year with a slate of the NFL divisional playoff games and a prop specifically pertaining to the Gamecocks MBB team. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Guests: Wil Crowe (former Gamecocks, now pro, Pitcher) Chad Holbrook (CofC head baseball coach & host of Chin Music) The guys are in to open The Show with some fun chat about music and giveaways. some Rocket Sanders is discussed along with 1000 yard Gamecocks rushers. Texas better get used to horns down coming into the relentless fanbases in the SEC. They open the second hour with Wil Crowe, former Gamecocks RHP. Wil is our inaugural victim, rather, recipient of the new My Name Is spot to get to know more about our guests. He fills us in on how he is coming along, and what's next for him post MLB an ocean away from home. Wil dives into his recruitment, and the man who was his first coach at Carolina, Chad Holbrook joins for a reunion of sorts since they ran a bit long with Wil. Coach Holbrook holds on for the duration of the show and also gets the My Name Is treatment. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Looking for a very enticing and thought provoking conversation? Then look no further then the latest Whisper in the Wings from Stage Whisper. On this episode we welcomed playwright/performer, Katy Alice White, to talk more about her upcoming production of her show, Hi, My Name Is... This was an incredible discussion about her work and her insights into theatre, and just like her show, should not be missed. So be sure to tune in now!Hi, My Name Is..November 8th, 10th, and 12th@ TEatro LATEA (107 Suffolk St)Tickets and more information are available at newyorktheaterfestival.comAnd be sure to follow Katy to stay up to date on all her upcoming projects and productions:@katyvskatherineplaybohteamprod@gmail.comdenise.pass@gmail.com

Busiswa, DJ Lag, Karen Nyame KG and Scratchclart talk about the impact of the pandemic on amapiano and gqom, what it was like getting back to the clubs when things opened up again, and the global rise in popularity of these genres. Busiswa is a singer and poet from South Africa. Her music career began when she featured on Sir Bubzin's track Syaphambana in 2011, and she's since gone on to feature on DJ Zinhle's global hit My Name Is, as well as Beyonce's My Power as part of The Lion King: The Gift soundtrack. She's released three studio albums, and her most recent single Lagos came out late last year. DJ Lag is a prolific DJ and record producer who is widely recognized as the king of gqom music, a genre of electronic dance music from Durban in South Africa. His bass-heavy, minimalist sound has pushed him into the upper ranks of the global electronic music scene, and last year he released his debut full-length album, Meeting with the King. Karen Nyame KG is a producer, DJ and broadcaster who has been one of dance music's true innovators of the last decade. She's been dubbed the Goddess of Rhythm, and is known for her energetic, polyrhythmic sound that is lighting up the clubs of London and beyond. Scratchclart is an electronic musician, DJ and record producer who is part of the fabric of grime music and UK funky. He's the head of the highly respected DVA Music label, and in recent years he's been building bridges between music scenes in the UK and South Africa, in particular with his DRMTRK series and his new EP Beyond Gqom & Grime.

Hello, My Name Is... Speaker: Jim Blalock

Rerun. Marshall Mathers III, aka Eminem, was sued for defamation by his own mother, Debbie, on 29th June, 2000. The suit was primarily in response to a lyric, “My Mom does more dope than I do”, from his hit song ‘My Name Is'. However, the case never made it to court. Eminem settled for $25,000 - almost of all of which went to Debbie's lawyer, who then commented that the cash was not enough to compensate for having to deal with his client... In this episode, Rebecca, Arion and Olly consider Eminem's use of the Slim Shady ‘character' in his lyrics, explain how tough it is to prove a defamation lawsuit against a piece of art; and revisit the work of Australian drag artiste ‘Pauline Pantsdown'. Further Reading: ‘Eminem's Mom Makes Music' (People, 1998): https://people.com/celebrity/eminems-mom-makes-music/‘The Mother Who Sued Her Own Son', (Mel Magazine, 2019): https://melmagazine.com/en-us/story/eminem-mom-debbie-mathers‘I'm A Backdoor Man' by Pauline Pantsdown (1997): https://soundcloud.com/pauline-pantsdown/im-a-back-door-man-1997 #2000s #Art #Music #Person #Politics #White #US ‘Why am I hearing a rerun?' Every Thursday is 'Throwback Thursday' on Today in History with the Retrospectors: running one repeat per week means we can keep up the quality of our independent podcast. Daily shows like this require a lot of work! But as ever we'll have something new for you tomorrow, so follow us wherever you get your podcasts: podfollow.com/Retrospectors Love the show? Join 

This one comes with a disclaimer and gets pretty heavy. Our guest this week has been a friend of the show since year one, and in that time he has gone through a ton of changes and growing up. Zachary, or to us, Zach, released a new record last week named “Hello, My Name Is […] The post Show 523 – Hello, My Name Is Zachary appeared first on The Jerry Jonestown Massacre.

In this installment of The Way Out our intrepid recovery podcast cohost extraordinaire Jason brings us an outstanding interview where we get the privilege to get to know person in long term recovery, Sherry Gibson. By all rights Sherry should be dead a couple times over. Her journey to and through Recovery to this point and to God has been long and her message of hope is incredibly powerful. As they say... "Where there seems to be no way, God will make a way". Whether you consider yourself a religious person, spiritual person some combination of the two or neither spiritual or religious, Sherry's story and message is chalked full of practical recovery wisdom and spiritual truth so listen up. Contact Sherry Gibson on Facebook or at Foxandfriendsfan@gmail.com Resources: Sherry offers biblical counseling free of charge!! Just contact her directly to connect! Biblical counseling and training resources: Chisagolakesbaptist.org OR Check churches in your area Book Recommendations: The Bible Addictions: A Banquet in the Grave: Finding Hope in the Power of the Gospel (Resources for Changing Lives): Welch, Edward T https://www.amazon.com/Addictions-Banquet-Finding-Resources-Changing/dp/0875526063/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2IOAT0FM12DHY&keywords=a+banquet+in+the+grave&qid=1661131270&sprefix=a+banquet%2Caps%2C95&sr=8-1 Trusting God: Bridges, Jerry: https://www.amazon.com/Trusting-God-Jerry-Bridges/dp/1631467921/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2ARQPCA59IZTH&keywords=trusting+god+by+jerry+bridges&qid=1661131320&sprefix=Trusting+god%2Caps%2C113&sr=8-1 Best advice: "Be honest and transparent" "Pay attention to the H.A.L.T." Song that symbolizes recovery: Blessings by Laura Story - https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=blessings+laura+story Matthew West - Hello, My Name Is - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuJWQzjfU3o Matthew West - Broken Things - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdUu6ZsdVfM Don't forget to check out “The Way Out Playlist” available only on Spotify. Curated by all our wonderful guests on the podcast! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6HNQyyjlFBrDbOUADgw1Sz (c) 2015 - 2022 The Way Out Podcast | All Rights Reserved Theme Music: “all clear” (https://ketsa.uk/browse-music/) by Ketsa (https://ketsa.uk) licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/the-way-out-podcast/message

As a species, we're obsessed with names. They're one of the first labels we get as kids. We name and rename absolutely everything around us. And these names carry our histories, they can open and close our eyes to the world around us, and they drag the weight of expectation and even irony along with them. This week on Radiolab, we've got six stories all about names. Horse names, the names of diseases, names for the beginning, and names for the end. Listen to “Hello, My Name Is” on Radiolab, wherever you find podcasts.  Special thanks to Jim Wright, author of “The Real James Bond” (Bond segment), Tad Davis (reporting help for The Other Robert E. Lee), Cole delCharco (“del-CHAR-ko”) (tape syncer for Horse Names), Peter Frick-Wright, Alexa Rose Miller, Katherine De La Cruz, and Fahima Haque.Members of The Lab, watch for an audio extra on your exclusive feeds, a poem written and read by Mary Szybist, whom Molly Webster interviewed for her story in this episode about endlings. It is titled “We Think We Do Not Have Medieval Eyes.” If you are not yet a member and would like to listen to it, you can join here. Radiolab is on YouTube! Catch up with new episodes and hear classics from our archive. Plus, find other cool things we did in the past — like miniseries, music videos, short films and animations, behind-the-scenes features, Radiolab live shows, and more. Take a look, explore and subscribe!Citations: The Emperor of All Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee Warhorse: Cavalry in Ancient Warfare by Philip SidnellCheck out ArtsPractica.com, a site focused on medical uncertainty. Alexa Rose Miller.