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Happy sixth of July! This week, our hosts FiG and Game are headed down to Washington DC. It's July 6th, 1986 and the Grateful Dead are playing at RFK Stadium. On the way, discussions abound about whether GD60 is streamed, Boss Baby Game, and the return of the West LA Giveaway. Hell In A Bucket > Sugaree Me & My Uncle > Big River Row Jimmy Cassidy Althea Let It Grow Saint Of Circumstance > Iko Iko Looks Like Rain > He's Gone > Drums > Space > Stella Blue > Throwing Stones > Not Fade Away Brokedown Palace
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Go to Haven! This week, our hosts Game and FiG are heading to New Haven, Connecticut. It's May 10th, 1978 and the Grateful Dead are playing Veterans' Memorial Coliseum. It's the night before the mescaline show, and the band is having a lot of fun. Discussions abound about FiG's trip to the sphere. Jack Straw They Love Each Other Cassidy Ramble On Rose Me and My Uncle > Big River Peggy-O Let It Grow > Deal Bertha > Good Lovin' It Must Have Been The Roses Estimated Prophet > Eyes Of The World > Drums > The Other One > Wharf Rat > Sugar Magnolia U.S. Blues
As the springtime is here and the weather is getting warmer, one singer and His band always strikes up nostalgia about how thing once were. That group is Frankie Beverly & Maze, join us for this walk to enjoy "My Uncle" and His band's musical stylings. #WARNING... This week's show is really blackNot on purpose or out of pettiness or spite although it is really black.PROCEED with caution, learning new things by listening or watching is inevitable! #SurroundSoundPodcast Download Or Stream On DemandPlay it while working out!Sports. Culture. News.
Go to Nassau! This week, our hosts FiG and Knob are heading to Uniondale, New York. It's May 8th, 1981 and the Grateful Dead are playing at Nassau Coliseum. Discussions abound about Ken Jennings' favorite Grateful Dead songs, the start of the Sphere run, and the platonic ideal of a Loser. Jack Straw Peggy-O Me and My Uncle > Big River Loser C.C. Rider > Althea Let It Grow > Don't Ease Me In Shakedown Street > Samson and Delilah Terrapin Station > Playin' in the Band > Drums > Space > Not Fade Away > Nobody's Fault But Mine Jam > Stella Blue > Sugar Magnolia US Blues We recorded this too early for JWG3s comment!
#552 Happy Irish Drinking Holiday Happy Saint Paddy's day to all who celebrate! This episode is dedicated to you. Let's drink! Does Tumbledown sound like the Grateful Dead's "Me and My Uncle." Goldfinger, - learning songs and show preparation Loose talk about my current fitness routine and recovery from a toe injury. Listen now! Share with a friend. Leave a voicemail- 360-830-6660 --------------------- Check out the new MxPx album 'Find A Way Home' at MxPx.com and streaming everywhere now! Listen or watch "Linoleum" here TEXT LIST - Join our Text list by texting MXPX to 31996 MXPX - Self Titled Deluxe Edition I now have an Artist Series Music Man Stingray from Ernie Ball! You can order straight from the shop on the Music Man website. A portion of proceeds goes to MusicCares! MIKE HERRERA SIGNATURE SERIES BASS If you like the podcast- Subscribe, rate and review on Apple. Support what I do at MXPX.com and also add MXPX and Mike Herrera to your music libraries on whatever streaming platfrom you use. Producing and editing by Bob McKnight. @Producer_Bob
Today, we're doing something a little different.Most of our episodes feature incredible role models—people who are navigating the balance between Torah and work with strength and clarity. But today, we're going back in time to talk about someone who is no longer with us. Someone who lived over a century ago, yet whose story feels just as relevant today as it did then.This is the story of the baal habayis who shocked the Netziv.Now, focusing on a historical figure isn't a new concept for Shtark Tank. In fact, if you haven't yet listened to ourincredible series on the legacy of Rabbi Sacks, I highly recommend it. But today's episode is unique for another reason.For the first time, this is not an interview. There's no back-and-forth discussion. It's just me, sharing a story that had adeep impact on my own life. This story comes from the fourth volume of Makor Baruch, the historical memoir written by Rav Baruch Epstein, the esteemed author of Torah Temimah, Tosefes Bracha, Baruch She'amar, and many other sefarim.Makor Baruch was written toward the end of his life, and the fourth volume, in particular, is devoted to his illustrious uncle—the Netziv, Rosh Yeshiva of Volozhin.Through its pages, we get a rare, intimate look at the Netziv's wisdom, his middos, and his unwavering commitment toTorah and his talmidim.Some sections of this work were later translated into English under the title My Uncle, the Netziv, a book that generated its fair share of controversy. Discussions about secular studies in Volozhin, women learning Gemara, evenreading newspapers on Shabbos—these topics sparked plenty of debate. But that's not what we're here to talk abouttoday.Today, we're telling the story of one of the Netziv's top talmidim—a young man who, left Yeshiva to become a baal habayis.You will hear about the Netzivs advice for staying shtark in the workforce, how this talmid followed that advice, and ameleve malka that turned wild.Join Our Whatsapp Group! If you enjoy Shtark Tank, you don't want to miss our Quiet Whatsapp group, which includes updates, exclusive bonus content and more. You will also get the chance to submit questions for the show itself. Click Here to join.Additional Content is also available at shtarktank.org
He is a friend of mine! This week, our hosts FiG and Knob are joined by Mike from Guess the Year! It's November 16th, 1978 and the Grateful Dead are playing at the Uptown Theater in Chicago, IL. Discussions abound about MusicCares, the one song theory, and our evolving relationship with Grateful Dead music. Check out Guess the Year : https://guesstheyear.net/ And come see his show at The Bitter End on 2/16 : https://donyc.com/events/2025/2/16/guess-the-year-tickets New Minglewood Blues Dire Wolf Me & My Uncle > Big River They Love Each Other Looks Like Rain Brown Eyed Women Beat It On Down The Line Stagger Lee Dancin' In The Streets > Deal Scarlet Begonias > Fire On The Mountain Samson & Delilah He's Gone > Drums > Black Peter > Truckin' U.S. Blues
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Pink Floyd's Catalog Sale: A New EraIn this episode of the Deadhead Cannabis Show, Larry Michigan explores the rich history of the Grateful Dead's music, focusing on a specific concert from 1980. He discusses the significance of various songs, including 'Iko Iko' and 'Me and Bobby McGee', while also reflecting on the impact of Chris Christopherson's songwriting. The conversation shifts to current events in the music and cannabis industries, including Pink Floyd's catalog sale and the ongoing challenges faced by the hemp industry. Larry emphasizes the importance of medical marijuana legalization and shares insights on how cannabis enhances the music experience. He concludes with personal strain recommendations and highlights record sales in legal marijuana states. TakeawaysThe Grateful Dead's acoustic sets were a significant part of their live performances.Audience tapes capture the energy of live shows better than soundboard recordings.Chris Christopherson's 'Me and Bobby McGee' remains a classic, showcasing the intersection of music and storytelling.Pink Floyd's recent catalog sale reflects the changing dynamics in the music industry.The Betty Boards represent a pivotal moment in Grateful Dead tape trading history.The hemp industry faces legal challenges that could impact small businesses.A majority of chronic pain patients support the legalization of medical marijuana.Cannabis enhances the enjoyment of music, as confirmed by recent studies.Record sales in legal marijuana states are reaching new heights, indicating a thriving market.Personal strain recommendations can enhance the cannabis experience for users. Chapters00:00Introduction and Context of the Grateful Dead's Music04:50Exploring 'Iko Iko' and Audience Tapes10:42The Significance of 'Monkey and the Engineer'15:24Remembering Chris Christopherson and 'Me and Bobby McGee'22:31Pink Floyd's Catalog Sale to Sony Music28:15The Mystery of the Betty Boards54:16Current Issues in the Hemp Industry01:08:10Support for Medical Marijuana Legalization01:15:50The Impact of Marijuana on Music Enjoyment01:21:09Record Sales in Legal Marijuana States01:25:53Strain Recommendations and Personal Experiences Grateful DeadOctober 7, 1980 (44 years ago)Warfield TheaterSan Francisco, CAGrateful Dead Live at Warfield Theater on 1980-10-07 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive Part of 23 show run in late September to the end of October, 1980 split between the Warfield (September 27th – October 14th) and Radio City Music Hall in NYC (October 22 – 31st) Each show opened with an acoustic set followed by two full electric sets. These were the last shows where the Dead played acoustic sets. Songs from all of these concerts were pulled for the two related Dead double album releases, Reckoning (acoustic music, released April 1, 1981- the Band's sixth live album and 17th overall) and Dead Set (electric music, released August 26, 1981, the Band's seventh live album and 18th overall). Today's episode is broken up into three acoustic numbers from this show and then three electric numbers. INTRO: Iko Iko Track #1 0:00 – 1:37 "Iko Iko" (/ˈaɪkoʊˈaɪkoʊ/) is a much-coveredNew Orleans song that tells of a parade collision between two tribes of Mardi Gras Indians and the traditional confrontation. The song, under the original title "Jock-A-Mo", was written and released in 1953 as a single by James "Sugar Boy" Crawford and his Cane Cutters but it failed to make the charts. The song first became popular in 1965 by the girl groupthe Dixie Cups, who scored an international hit with "Iko Iko" released in March, 1965. In 1967, as part of a lawsuit settlement between Crawford and the Dixie Cups, the trio were given part songwriting credit for the song. A permanent part of the Dead's repertoire since first played in May, 1977 in St. Louis, almost by accident out of and back into a Not Fade Away. The intro, one verse and back to NFA. Overtime, became a tune that was not frequently played, usually once, maybe twice, a tour, but whenever it was played it created a party atmosphere out of whatever the mood had been prior to its playing. Perfect song for Jerry with the call and response chorus that everyone joined in on. The song that “fastened my seatbelt on the bus” when I saw it for the first time at my second show ever in Syracuse in 1982 with good buddy Mikey. Once you hear it live, you are always looking for it at future shows. I love this song as do many Deadheads. But getting to hear it played acoustically is a real treat and a great way to open this “hometown” show. Jerry played it right up until the end. Played: 185 timesFirst: May 15, 1977 at St. Louis Arena, St. Louis, MO, USALast: July 5, 1995 at Riverport Amphitheatre, Maryland Heights, MO, USA SHOW No. 1: Monkey And The Engineer Track #4 0:48 – 2:25 Jesse Fuller tune Jesse Fuller (March 12, 1896 – January 29, 1976) was an American one-man band musician, best known for his song "San Francisco Bay Blues". Starting in the 1950's after a number of non-music related jobs, Fuller began to compose songs, many of them based on his experiences on the railroads, and also reworked older pieces, playing them in his syncopated style. His one-man band act began when he had difficulty finding reliable musicians to work with: hence, he became known as "The Lone Cat". Starting locally, in clubs and bars in San Francisco and across the bay in Oakland and Berkeley, Fuller became more widely known when he performed on television in both the Bay Area and Los Angeles. In 1958, at the age of 62, he recorded an album, released by Good Time Jazz Records.[3] Fuller's instruments included 6-string guitar (an instrument which he had abandoned before the beginning of his one-man band career), 12-string guitar, harmonica, kazoo, cymbal (high-hat) and fotdella. He could play several instruments simultaneously, particularly with the use of a headpiece to hold a harmonica, kazoo, and microphone. In the summer of 1959 he was playing in the Exodus Gallery Bar in Denver. Bob Dylan spent several weeks in Denver that summer, and picked up his technique of playing the harmonica by using a neck-brace from Fuller.[ Monkey And The Engineer was played by the pre-Dead group Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions in 1964. The song was performed by the Grateful Dead in acoustic sets in 1969, 1970, 1980 and 1981. Also performed by Bob Weir with Kingfish. A fun tune that is perfect for kids as well. Good one to get them hooked into the Dead on! Played: 38 timesFirst: December 19, 1969 at Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA, USALast: February 12, 1989 at Great Western Forum, Inglewood, CA, USA MUSIC NEWS: Intro Music: Me and Bobby McGee Kris Kristofferson - Me And Bobby McGee (1979) (youtube.com) 0:00 – 1:27 "Me and Bobby McGee" is a song written by American singer-songwriter Kris Kristofferson and originally performed by Roger Miller. Fred Foster shares the writing credit, as Kristofferson wrote the song based on a suggestion from Foster.[1] Foster had a bit of a crush on Barbara "Bobbie" McKee who was a secretary on Nashville's music row. When he pitched the title to Kristofferson, he misheard the name as "Me and Bobby McGee," and the name stuck. Kristofferson found inspiration for his lyrics from a film, 'La Strada,' by Fellini, and a scene where Anthony Quinn is going around on this motorcycle and Giulietta Masina is the feeble-minded girl with him, playing the trombone. He got to the point where he couldn't put up with her anymore and left her by the side of the road while she was sleeping," Kristofferson said. A posthumously released version by Janis Joplin topped the Billboard Hot 100 in 1971, making the song the second posthumously released No. 1 single in U.S. chart history after "(Sittin' On) The Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding. Gordon Lightfoot released a version that reached number 1 on the Canadian country charts in 1970. Jerry Lee Lewis released a version that was number 1 on the country charts in December 1971/January 1972 as the "B" side of "Would You Take Another Chance on Me". Billboard ranked Joplin's version as the No. 11 song for 1971. Janis Joplin recorded the song for inclusion on her Pearl album only a few days before her death in October 1970. Singer Bob Neuwirth taught it to her while Kristofferson was in Peru filming The Last Movie with Dennis Hopper.[5] Kristofferson did not know she had recorded the song until after her death. The first time he heard her recording of it was the day after she died.[6]Record World called it a "perfect matching of performer and material."[7] Joplin's version topped the charts to become her only number one single; her version was later ranked No. 148 on Rolling Stone's 2004 list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. In 2002, the 1971 version of the song by Janis Joplin on Columbia Records was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame. The song is the story of two drifters, the narrator and Bobby McGee. The pair hitch a ride from a truck driver and sing as they drive through the American South before making their way westward. They visit California and then part ways, with the song's narrator expressing sadness afterwards. Due to the singer's name never being mentioned and the name "Bobby" being gender-neutral (especially in America), the song has been recorded by both male and female singers with only minor differences in the lyrical content. Me And Bobby McGee was first performed by the Grateful Dead in November 1970. It was then played well over 100 times through to October 1974. The song returned to the repertoire for three performances in 1981 after which it was dropped for good. Sung by Weir. RIP Kris Kristofferson Kris Kristofferson, the iconic country music singer-songwriter and accomplished Hollywood actor, passed away peacefully at his home in Maui, Hawaii, at the age of 88. The family has not disclosed the cause of death. It was confirmed that Kristofferson was surrounded by loved ones during his final moments. In a statement, the family shared: "It is with a heavy heart that we share the news our husband/father/grandfather, Kris Kristofferson, passed away peacefully on Saturday, Sept. 28 at home. We're all so blessed for our time with him. Thank you for loving him all these many years, and when you see a rainbow, know he's smiling down at us all." Tributes poured in from across the entertainment world and fans as the news of Kris Kristofferson's death spread. Barbra Streisand, his co-star in A Star Is Born, praised him as a "special” and “charming" in a post on X. Dolly Parton, who collaborated with Kristofferson, shared on X, "What a great loss. I will always love you, Dolly." Kristofferson's career was nothing short of extraordinary. He achieved stardom as both a country music artist and a successful actor. Throughout his prolific career, Kristofferson earned numerous accolades. These include three Grammy Awards and an induction into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 2004. Additionally, he was nominated for an Academy Award in 1985 for Best Original Song for Songwriter. In 1971, Janis Joplin, who had dated Kristofferson, had a number one hit with "Me and Bobby McGee" from her posthumous album Pearl. It stayed on the number-one spot on the charts for weeks. In 2021, after releasing his final album, The Cedar Creek Sessions, in 2016, Kristofferson announced his retirement from music. His legacy as a musician, actor, and cultural icon leaves a profound impact on both industries. He is survived by his wife, Lisa, his children, and his grandchildren. Pink Floyd sells song rights (Rolling Stone Magazine) After years of in-fighting and near-agreements, Pink Floyd have finally reached a deal to sell the rights to their recorded music catalog to Sony Music, according to the Financial Times.The deal is reported to be worth around $400 million and also includes the rights to the band's name and likenesses. That means, along with gaining full control over Pink Floyd's music, Sony will have the crucial rights for most things Pink Floyd-related, from merch to movies. A rep for Sony Music declined to comment. A source confirmed the veracity of the details to Rolling Stone. In an interview with Rolling Stone in August, Gilmour confirmed that the band was “in discussion” about a potential catalog sale, with the guitarist adding he was tired of the continued in-fighting and “veto system” that has resulted in animosity and delayed reissues over petty issues like liner notes. “To be rid of the decision-making and the arguments that are involved with keeping it going is my dream,” Gilmour said of a catalog sale. “If things were different… and I am not interested in that from a financial standpoint. I'm only interested in it from getting out of the mud bath that it has been for quite a while.” With the Sony deal in place, the label — and not the band — will now bear the responsibility for the next Pink Floyd release, a 50th-anniversary edition of Wish You Were Here that is expected to arrive in 2025. The Sony deal comes 18 months after Pink Floyd made traction on a $500 million agreement to sell their music, only for more bickering between band mates to make the deal “basically dead,” as sources told Variety in March 2023. The Sony deal only includes Pink Floyd's recorded music catalog, which allows for the band to keep its largely Waters-penned publishing catalog and retain ownership of now-apropos lyrics like “Money/It's a crime/Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie” and “We call it riding the gravy train.” What happened to the Betty Boards In May 1986, a storage auction took place in California's Marin County that would altogether change the nature of Grateful Dead tape trading, the group's distribution of its live recordings and, ultimately, the Dead's place in the Library of Congress' National Recording Registry. An advertisement in a local paper drew in a few dozen curious parties anticipating the range of memorabilia and household items that typically become available through the auction of lockers that had fallen into arrears due to lack of payments. Among the items up for auction that day were hundreds of reel-to-reel soundboard tapes of the Grateful Dead originally recorded by Betty Cantor-Jackson during a golden age between 1971-80. The Betty Boards, as copies of these recordings became known, eventually found their way into the collections of longstanding Deadheads and newbies alike, ending some aspects of a tape-trading hierarchy by which certain individuals lorded over their collections, denying access to those who were unfamiliar with the secret handshake. The appearance and subsequent dissemination of these recordings became a source of fascination and speculation for Deadheads in 1986 and the questions have only compounded over the years: How did the tapes fall into the auction? Who won them? How and why were they initially distributed? Are there more recordings that have yet to make it into circulation? And jumping ahead to the present, where are those tapes today? Just what has become of the Bettys? What can be said with certainty is that a new cache of tapes has been unearthed and a plan is underway by Dark Star Orchestra guitarist Rob Eaton, who has painstakingly restored many of the boards, to complete the job and then facilitate their return to the band. Eaton hopes that a series of official releases might follow that will also yield a small royalty to the woman who recorded the reels and then lost them due to her own financial hardship, even if Deadheads owe her a debt of gratitude. Before the auction, before the boards, there was Betty. Betty Cantor was still in her teens when she began setting up mics and helping to record sound at San Francisco venues— first at the Avalon Ballroom and then, the Carousel (the latter during the Grateful Dead's brief stab at venue management in 1968). She worked alongside Bob Matthews, initially assisting with setups during the recording of the Dead's Anthem of the Sun. A true pioneer, as a woman staking her claim in a patriarchal business, she partnered with Matthews into the early 1970s to produce and engineer live multi- track recordings (she had a hand or two in Live/Dead) as well as studio efforts (Aoxomoxoa and Workingman's Dead). While she worked for other artists during this period, she maintained a close relationship with the Grateful Dead, catalyzed by her marriage to crew member Rex Jackson, who would die a few years later in an auto accident. (The philanthropic Rex Foundation is named in his honor.) “My late husband started recording on the road when he was on the equipment crew,” Cantor Jackson explains. “He and I purchased our own gear and tape. I recorded whenever I could get to the gigs. I recorded the Grateful Dead frequently when they were at home venues, I recorded any and all Jerry Garcia Band gigs I could get to for years, in all its configurations, as well as other bands I liked whenever I could. In those days, bands were cool and happy about me getting a feed. Rex was killed in a car accident in ‘76. In ‘77 and ‘78, I was put on Grateful Dead road crew salary, taping and handling Bobby's stage setup.” She later began a romantic relationship with Dead keyboardist Brent Mydland but, after that ended, she sensed that she had been frozen out. “Brent and I split up after a few years, with the last year spent in the studio working on his solo project. This put me in the category of the dreaded ‘ex.' I didn't think that could apply to me, but he was a band member. Everyone was paranoid of me being around, so I no longer had access to my studio or the vault.” Trying times followed. In 1986, she found herself in a dire financial predicament and forced out of her home. “All my things were moved to storage facilities. Unable to foot the bill at the storage center, Cantor-Jackson forfeited the rights to her worldly possessions. She remembers contacting the Grateful Dead office to inform them of the situation, but the group took no action, resulting in a public auction of Cantor-Jackson's personal assets, which included more than 1,000 reel-to-reel tapes—mostly Grateful Dead recordings, along with performances by Legion of Mary, Kingfish, Jerry Garcia Band, Old and In The Way, the Keith and Donna Band, and New Riders of The Purple Sage. The majority of the 1,000-plus reels that have come to be known as the Betty Boards were acquired by three principals, none of whom were fervid Deadheads at the time. The first of these individuals set his tapes aside in a storage locker where they remain to this day. A second, who was more interested in the road cases that held the tapes, left them to rot in his barn for a decade. The final party was a couple with a particular interest in progressive rock, who nonetheless held an appreciation for the performances captured on tape. So while some tapes unquestionably were scattered to the wind, following the four- hour event and a second auction for a final lot of tapes held a few weeks later, the three prime bidders each held hundreds of reels. While two of the winning bidders had no plans for the tapes, within a few months the couple decided that they would place the music in circulation. This was our way of getting new material into circulation and also breaking the hierarchy of those collectors who held on to prime shows for themselves. Initially, we started transferring the tapes to VHS Hi-Fi on our own, but soon realized what a daunting task this was going to be. So we reached out to one of our trading buddies who we knew had connections in the Dead trading community. From there, he gathered together what was later to become known as the ‘Unindicted Co-conspirators,' who put in a massive archiving effort to back up the tapes and distribute them.” The individual they selected as their point person was Ken Genetti, a friend and longtime Deadhead. “I went into their house, and I opened up this closet and they had all the stuff arranged on a shelf in order,” Genetti reflects. “For me, it was like King Tut's tomb. I knew immediately what they had when I looked in there. The first thing I saw was Port Chester, N.Y., Feb. 18, 1971, an incredible show which was Mickey [Hart]'s last concert for many years and I said, ‘You've got to be kidding me!' Then I saw Kezar Stadium, San Francisco, Calif., ‘73, my favorite concert I ever went to. I pulled it out and I went, ‘Holy shit!'” They explain: “We had sought to keep the operation as low key as possible because of the potential for a backlash. It wasn't until someone contacted the Grateful Dead office and offered them a copy of the tapes that we knew it was only a matter of time before we would be hearing from their lawyers. When we did hear from them, there was a bit of back and forth between their lawyers and our lawyer, but the bottom line was we had purchased the tapes legally and owned them but didn't own the rights to the music contained on them. Therefore, we could not sell the music on them, which was never our intent anyway. That pretty much left us at a stalemate and, not wanting to stir up any more issues with the Grateful Dead office, is also why we avoided re-digitizing the tapes.” In late 1995, Eaton received a call from a high-school teacher who had purchased one of the lots predominantly for the road cases that held the tapes. The teacher now hoped to sell the reels and wanted Eaton to assess them. In a cluttered barn, Eaton discovered a grimy, mold-infested collection. This might have been the end of the story, but the Betty Boards have proven to be the gift that keeps on giving. The teacher never found a buyer for the tapes—his asking price was a million dollars—and two years ago, facing monetary struggles and fearing that that the bank might foreclose on his home, he contacted Eaton once again to see if he would be willing to take custody of the tapes. The teacher also explained that he had discovered another 50 reels while cleaning out the barn. Emboldened by success with this latest batch, Eaton set a new goal for himself: “I had this dream to try to reclaim all of this music and archive it properly so that it's there for generations to come in the best possible form.” Emboldened by success with this latest batch, Eaton set a new goal for himself: “I had this dream to try to reclaim all of this music and archive it properly so that it's there for generations to come in the best possible form.” So through a chain of contacts, he eventually located the couple. While completing his work on the couple's reels, Eaton began researching the original auction, hoping to identify the third individual who had purchased the Bettys. He eventually found him, and in January 2014, the pair entered into discussions about this final batch of tapes, which Eaton hopes to restore. What then? Eaton has a plan that he already has set in motion. “What I'd love to see done—in a perfect world—is I think all the tapes need to go back to the vault,” he says. “I think the people that have purchased these tapes should be compensated. I don't think we're talking huge sums of money but enough to make them relinquish the tapes back to the Grateful Dead. They should be part of the collection. Another thing that's important is if these tapes do get back to the vault, Betty should get her production royalty on anything that gets released, which is completely reasonable. Those were her tapes; those weren't the Dead's tapes. I'd love to see Betty get her due.” SHOW No. 2: Heaven Help The Fool Track #6 1:30 – 3:10Heaven Help the Fool is the second solo album by Grateful Deadrhythm guitaristBob Weir, released in 1978. It was recorded during time off from touring, in the summer of 1977, while Grateful Dead drummer Mickey Hart recovered from injuries sustained in a vehicular accident. Weir returned to the studio with Keith Olsen, having recorded Terrapin Station with the producer earlier in the year. Several well-known studio musicians were hired for the project, including widely used session player Waddy Wachtel and Toto members David Paich and Mike Porcaro. Only "Salt Lake City" and the title track were played live by the Grateful Dead, the former in its namesake location on February 21, 1995,[1] and the latter in an instrumental arrangement during their 1980 acoustic sets.[2] Despite this, Weir has continued to consistently play tracks from the album with other bands of his, including RatDog and Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros. "Bombs Away" was released as a single and peaked at number 70 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming his only solo song to make the chart.[3] The album itself stalled at number 69, one spot behind his previous album, Ace. The title track was written by Bobby and John Barlow. While a staple at Bob shows with the Midnights, Rob Wasserman, Rat Dog, Wolf Bros., etc., the Dead only played it during these Warfield/Radio City and only as an instrumental arrangement. Played: 17 timesFirst: September 29, 1980 at The Warfield, San Francisco, CA, USALast: October 31, 1980 at Radio City Music Hall, New York, NY, USA Now the electric tunes from today's show: SHOW No. 3: Cold, Rain & Snow Track #10 0:00 – 1:30 "Rain and Snow", also known as "Cold Rain and Snow" (Roud 3634),[1] is an American folksong and in some variants a murder ballad.[2] The song first appeared in print in Olive Dame Campbell and Cecil Sharp's 1917 compilation English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, which relates that it was collected from Mrs. Tom Rice in Big Laurel, North Carolina in 1916. The melody is pentatonic. Campbell and Sharp's version collected only a single verse: Lord, I married me a wife,She gave me trouble all my life,Made me work in the cold rain and snow.Rain and snow, rain and snow,Made me work in the cold rain and snow. In 1965, Dillard Chandler recorded a graphic murder ballad version of the song that ends with the wife being shot by the husband. According to the liner notes on Chandler's album, Chandler learned the song from Berzilla Wallin, who said that the song related to a murder that had occurred in Madison County, North Carolina: Well, I learned it from an old lady which says she was at the hanging of – which was supposed to be the hanging, but they didn't hang him. They give him 99 long years for the killing of his wife... I heard the song from her in 1911. She was in her 50s at that time. It did happen in her girlhood... when she was a young girl... She lived right here around in Madison County. It happened here between Marshall and Burnsville; that's where they did their hanging at that time – at Burnsville, North Carolina. That's all I know, except they didn't hang the man.'[2] Subsequent performances have elaborated a variety of additional verses and variants beyond the single verse presented by Campbell and Sharp. Several verses consistently appear. Some sources for lyrics that appear in some later versions may be from Dock Boggs's 1927 song "Sugar Baby" (Roud 5731),[1] another lament of a henpecked husband, which may have contributed a line about "red apple juice".[4] A British folksong, The Sporting Bachelors (Roud 5556),[1] contains similar themes, but was collected in the 1950s.[2][5] Earlier possible precursors include a series of broadside ballads on the general subject of "Woeful Marriage"; one frequently reprinted nineteenth-century example begins with the words "On Monday night I married a wife", (Roud 1692).[1][6] These British antecedents mostly share common themes and inspirations; the song originated in the local tradition of Big Laurel, Madison County, and relate to a nameless murderer who committed the crime at some time between the end of the Civil War and the end of the nineteenth century. A recent origin is also suggested by the relatively limited number of variations on the tune; most performances use the Campbell-Sharp melody as written.[2] Despite the apparent violence of the lyrics, women feature prominently in the oral tradition of the song. It was collected from "Mrs. Tom Rice", and sung by Berzilla Wallin, who learned it from "an old lady" who remembered the murder trial the song was about. The song is closely associated with the Grateful Dead; a studio version appeared on their first album The Grateful Dead (1967), and the song was a standard part of the Dead's repertoire throughout their career. They would often open with the song, or perform it early in the first set.[2] Unlike Chandler's recording, in the Dead's version of the lyrics the husband generally laments his mistreatment at his greedy wife's hands, but does not kill her. The lyrics from the Grateful Dead's version were adapted from an earlier recording by Obray Ramsey. Played: 249 timesFirst: May 5, 1965 at Magoo's Pizza Parlor, Menlo Park, CA, USALast: June 19, 1995 at Giants Stadium, East Rutherford, NJ, USA MJ NEWS: Hemp Industry Advocates Ask Court To Halt California's Ban On Products With Any ‘Detectable Amount' Of THC Amid Legal Challenge2. Most Pain Patients And Doctors Support Legalizing Medical Marijuana And Having Insurance Companies Cover The Cost, AMA Study Shows3. Marijuana Enhances Enjoyment Of Music, New Study Finds, Confirming What Every Stoner Already Knows4. Six U.S. States Report Setting New Monthly Marijuana Sales Records M.J. Strains: Blackwater – an indica marijuana strain made by crossing Mendo Purps with San Fernando Valley OG Kush. The strain offers effects that start out mellow but will eventually melt down through your entire body for a classic head to toe euphoric high. A sweet grape aroma that blends well with subtle undertones of lemon and pine. 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Smoking Pure Gas might bring effects similar to that of the OG Kush. The strain may be a creeper, meaning its effects may sneak up on you, so we recommend trying a little at a time, especially if you're new to smoking. Users may experience a deep body relaxation and cerebral high. The strain is definitely one that might activate your munchies, so make sure you have your favorite snack on hand. The overall effects of the Pure Gas strain might make it perfect for a movie night with friends, pre-dinner smoke sessions, and just hanging out. For users who suffer from appetite loss, the strain may help stimulate your hunger. SHOW No. 4: Loser Track #12 4:13 – 6:13 David Dodd: The song seems covered in the Americana dust of so many songs from this period of Hunter's and Garcia's songwriting partnership. Abilene, whether in Texas or Kansas, is a dusty cowtown—at the time in which the song seems to be set, the cattle outnumbered the human inhabitants by a factor of tens. It's easy to see the scene Hunter so casually sets, of a broken-down gambler in a saloon, with a dirt street outside full of armed cowpokes. Appearing, as it does, on Garcia, the song seems to pair naturally with the other gambling song on the album, “Deal.” It could be sung by the same character on a different day, in fact. And it fits in, as I mentioned, with a whole suite of songs that might be set in the same generic America of the late 19th or early 20th centuries: “Brown-Eyed Women,” “Jack Straw,” “Mister Charlie,” “Tennessee Jed,” “Cumberland Blues,” “Candyman,” and others, as well as certain selected covers, such as “Me and My Uncle,” and “El Paso.” Those songs share certain motifs, and among them are the various accoutrements of a gambler's trade, whether dice or cards. Money plays a role—and, in the case of “Loser,” the particular money mentioned helps place the song chronologically. Gold dollar coins were minted from 1849 (the Gold Rush!) to 1889. They were tiny little coins. I have one, and it is amazingly small—between 13 and 15 mm in diameter. “All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars…” C'mon! They're tiny little things. In fact, originally, the line was “one gold dollar,” but that changed at some point to the “ten” The crowning glory of the song, as in many other Garcia/Hunter compositions, is the bridge.The song culminates in this cry of hopefulness: “Last fair deal in the country, Sweet Susie, last fair deal in the town. Put your gold money where your love is, baby, before you let my deal go down—go down.” (It's noted that “Sweet Susie” was dropped at some point, but then, occasionally, brought back. I think it was an optional decoration to the line. Alex Allan, in his Grateful Dead Lyric and Song Finder site, notes that “Sweet Susie” rarely appears after 1972, but that it's sung in performances in 1974 and 1979.) Almost always played as a first set Jerry ballad. This version might have been the high point of this show. So nicely played and sung by Jerry. Played: 353First: February 18, 1971 at Capitol Theatre, Port Chester, NY, USALast: June 28, 1995 at the Palace of Auburn Hills, MI OUTRO: Good Lovin' Track #27 3:25 – 5:04 "Good Lovin'" is a song written by Rudy Clark and Arthur Resnick that was a #1 hit single for the Young Rascals in 1966. The song was first recorded by Lemme B. Good (stage name of singer Limmie Snell) in March 1965 and written by Rudy Clark. The following month it was recorded with different lyrics by R&B artists The Olympics, produced by Jerry Ragovoy; this version reached #81 on the Billboard Pop Singles chart. The tale has been told that Rascal Felix Cavaliere heard The Olympics' recording on a New York City radio station and the group added it to their concert repertoire, using the same lyrics and virtually the same arrangement as The Olympics' version. Co-producer Tom Dowd captured this live feel on their 1966 recording, even though the group did not think the performance held together well. "Good Lovin'" rose to the top of the Billboard Pop Singles chart in the spring of 1966 and represented the Young Rascals' first real hit. "Good Lovin'" is one of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll, and was ranked #333 on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Songs of All Time list.[4] Writer Dave Marsh placed it at #108 in his 1989 book The Heart of Rock and Soul: The 1001 Greatest Singles Ever Made, saying it is "the greatest example ever of a remake surpassing the quality of an original without changing a thing about the arrangement." A popular version was by the Grateful Dead, who made it a workhorse of their concert rotation, appearing almost every year from 1969 on.[6] It was sung in their early years during the 1960s and early 1970s by Ron "Pigpen" McKernan and later by Bob Weir. The Weir rendition was recorded for the group's 1978 Shakedown Street album and came in for a good amount of criticism: Rolling Stone said it "feature[d] aimless ensemble work and vocals that Bob Weir should never have attempted."[7] On November 11, 1978, the Grateful Dead performed it on Saturday Night Live. Typically, at least by the time I started seeing them, usually played as a second set closer or late in the second set. As good buddy AWell always said, “if they play Good Lovin, everyone leaves with a smile on their face.” Can't argue with that. Played: 442First: May 5, 1965 at Magoo's Pizza Parlor, Menlo Park, CA, USALast: June 28, 1995 at The Palace of Auburn Hills, Auburn Hills, MI, USA Easy fast on Yom Kippur .Produced by PodConx Deadhead Cannabis Show - https://podconx.com/podcasts/deadhead-cannabis-showLarry Mishkin - https://podconx.com/guests/larry-mishkinRob Hunt - https://podconx.com/guests/rob-huntJay Blakesberg - https://podconx.com/guests/jay-blakesbergSound Designed by Jamie Humiston - https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamie-humiston-91718b1b3/Recorded on Squadcast
Today I am joined by my Uncle, Jermell Brooks - a small town country boy living in a big city. My Uncle has always struck me as a highly confident person, so I wanted to get the tea on how to channel that myself. Where does it come from? Is it genetics, is it clothes, is it too late? Tune in, take notes, and remember to never give away your power. Words to live by: If you don't think you're all that, never expect anyone else to think you're all that. What part of this is me? What part of this is someone else? Count yourself in
Jeffrey and Richard take a bus to New Zealand but are denied access to the country. So, they walk back and talk about My Uncle is a Vampire (1992) starring Grandpa Munster himself, Al Lewis. Is this the weirdest film ever covered on this podcast? Listen and find out!Jeffrey's BlogDoomed MoviethonCinema SomnamulistDoomed Moviethon on YouTubeLegion Podcasts
Nerd alert! This episode transforms into Cinema Chat with My Uncle as Graham and Juan welcome back Graham's uncle, special guest Bret Macris, professional chef and expert in all things comics. Bret has more than a few things to say about Graham and Juan's recent review of Deadpool and Wolverine (from Episode 206) and takes them to task! Get ready for an epic beatdown by Bret as Graham and Juan defend their opinions of the Marvel summer blockbuster. Be sure to stay to the end for a lively discussion about recently revealed developments for the MCU. And, see if you can count how many times Bret mispronounces "Channing Tatum"!
Finally caught up with my Uncle Wendsler for a one on one conversation. My Uncle lives at Oak Flat and travels all over the country speaking on Oak Flat. In this episode, we talk about him growing up on the San Carlos Reservation. We talked about how his life experiences lead him to what he is doing today. Apache Stronghold websitehttp://www.apache-stronghold.comApache Stronghold - Instagram Pagehttps://www.instagram.com/protectoakflat?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==Apache Stronghold - Facebook Pagehttps://www.facebook.com/SaveOakFlatArizona/about_profile_transparency
Phish Tour Kicks Off: Anticipation and Reflections from the RoadLarry Mishkin is excited about the ongoing summer tour of the band Phish, particularly looking forward to their upcoming shows at Alpine Valley and St. Louis. He reflects on a Grateful Dead concert from July 22, 1984, at Ventura County Fairgrounds, sharing personal memories of attending shows in 1984, which was a significant year for him. He discusses the song "Loser" by Jerry Garcia, noting its Americana themes and its history with the Grateful Dead. He praises Garcia's performance at the 1984 show and the song's growling vocals and guitar work.Larry also talks about the song "Day Job," highlighting its unique history with the Grateful Dead as a song fans petitioned to be dropped from their setlists. He reflects on why the song wasn't popular among fans, comparing it to another song, "Liberty," which he personally didn't favor. Despite this, he appreciates the version performed at the Ventura show for its energy and Jerry's engagement.In the music world segment, the he provides updates on Phish's summer tour, sharing setlists from recent shows in Mansfield, Massachusetts. He expresses excitement about attending multiple shows and describes how his appreciation for Phish has grown, comparing it to his experience with the Grateful Dead. He anticipates hearing specific songs and is eager to connect with fellow fans.The show also features a segment on Stanley Jordan, a musician known for his unique guitar style. Jordan shares his journey to creating a project called Stanley Plays the Dead, a tribute to the Grateful Dead. He recounts meeting Phil Lesh and performing with him, which inspired his current project. Jordan's distinctive two-hand tapping technique on guitar is highlighted, along with his diverse musical collaborations over the years. Grateful DeadJuly 22, 1084 (40 years ago)Ventura County FairgroundsVentura, CAThe Grateful Dead Live at Ventura County Fairgrounds on 1984-07-22 : Free Borrow & Streaming : Internet Archive _____________________________________________INCOMPLETE BUT IT HAS ALL THE MUSIC CLIPSCAN WE TAPE TOMORROW AT 10 A.M. MY TIME?Let me know. Thank you______________________________________Fake Intro for my nephew, Ben Mishkin's 11th birthday, I will just introduce it as “my podcast”, play the clip and wish him a happy birthday, then we cut back to our normal intro tune and I do a regular introduction. What do you think? Bennie and the Jets - Elton John - Live in London 1974 HD (youtube.com)0:08 – 1:18 "Bennie and the Jets" (also titled "Benny & the Jets") is a song written by English musician Elton John and songwriter Bernie Taupin, and performed by John.[3] The song first appeared on the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album in 1973. "Bennie and the Jets" has been one of John's most popular songs and was performed during his appearance at Live Aid.The track was a massive hit in the United States and Canada, released in 1974 as an A-side using the spelling "Bennie". In most territories the track was released as the B-side to "Candle in the Wind", using the spelling "Benny". Album artwork (back-cover track listing and center-panel design) consistently lists the song as "Bennie" while either "Bennie" or "Benny" appears on the vinyl album depending on territory. The track was released as an A-side in the UK in 1976, as "Benny and the Jets".It is ranked number 371 on Rolling Stone's list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.Happy Birthday to my nephew Ben who turns 11 today while at summer camp in the Poconos. Great time to be alive. There with his big sister Lily and lots of good friends while his younger brother Nate has the run of the house! Have a great day big guy. And now, back to our regularly scheduled show: Normal house intro music Great show today from one of the Deadhead's favorite venues, Ventura County Fairgrounds. Basically on the car racing track and demo derby. View is of the beach and ocean. Shows start in the afternoon, 2 or 3, so no real light show except mother nature and if you are lucky, a beautiful sunset just as the show ends or shortly thereafter. Location of my first show ever and the only time I saw the boys there. This show is two summers later and finds the Boys cranking along in 1984, a big year for me in terms of shows that included a big chunk of Spring tour, Red Rocks, my first summer tour experience, first Alpine, and first New Years shows. Still found time to graduate from Michigan and start law school. INTRO: Loser Track #4 2:40 – 4:20 The song seems covered in the Americana dust of so many songs from this period of Hunter's and Garcia's songwriting partnership. Abilene, whether in Texas or Kansas, is a dusty cowtown—at the time in which the song seems to be set, the cattle outnumbered the human inhabitants by a factor of tens. It's easy to see the scene Hunter so casually sets, of a broken-down gambler in a saloon, with a dirt street outside full of armed cowpokes.Appearing, as it does, on Garcia (Jan, 1972), the song seems to pair naturally with the other gambling song on the album, “Deal.” It could be sung by the same character on a different day, in fact. And it fits in, as I mentioned, with a whole suite of songs that might be set in the same generic America of the late 19th or early 20th centuries: “Brown-Eyed Women,” “Jack Straw,” “Mister Charlie,” “Tennessee Jed,” “Cumberland Blues,” “Candyman,” and others, as well as certain selected covers, such as “Me and My Uncle,” and “El Paso.”The crowning glory of the song, as in many other Garcia/Hunter compositions, is the bridge.The song culminates in this cry of hopefulness: “Last fair deal in the country, Sweet Susie, last fair deal in the town. Put your gold money where your love is, baby, before you let my deal go down—go down.”(It's noted that “Sweet Susie” was dropped at some point, but then, occasionally, brought back. I think it was an optional decoration to the line. Alex Allan, in his Grateful Dead Lyric and Song Finder site, notes that “Sweet Susie” rarely appears after 1972, but that it's sung in performances in 1974 and 1979.)The version at this show is one of the best I've ever heard. Garcia's voice is growling, his guitar playing spot on, energy bursting out of him. 1984 was a great year for the Dead and this show, and this tune, really epitomize all of it. Almost always a first set tune, usually first part of the set, traded off with Candyman, Must Have Been The Roses, and other first set Jerry ballads.Played: 353 timesFirst: February 18, 1971 at Capitol Theatre, Port Chester, NY, USALast: June 28, 1995 at the Palace at Auburn Hills, MI (Detroit) SHOW No. 1: Day Job Track #8 1:00 – 2:39 Garcia/Hunter “new tune” Never released on any studio recording, appears on Dick's Picks #6, Hartford Civic Center Oct. 14, 1983 in case you've never heard it. It's claim to fame, per Robert Hunter himself, is that “this song was dropped from the Grateful Dead repertoire at the request of the fans. Seriously.” I heard it a few times. Not my favorite, but good when Jerry was sharp and rocking like this version. Really one of the best. Played: 133First: August 28, 1982 at Oregon Country Fair Site, Veneta, OR, USALast: April 4, 1986 at Hartford Civic Center, Hartford, CT, USA SHOW No. 2: I Just Want To Make Love To You Track #11 1:27 – 3:10 "I Just Want to Make Love to You" is a blues song written by Willie Dixon. In 1954, it was recorded by Muddy Waters,[2] and released as a single with the title "Just Make Love to Me". The song reached number four on Billboard magazine's R&B Best Sellers chart.[3]Backing Waters on vocals are Little Walter on harmonica, Jimmy Rogers on guitar, Otis Spann on piano, Willie Dixon on bass, and Fred Below on drums.[1] Waters recorded the song again for the album Electric Mud (1968).The Rolling Stones covered the song on their 1964 debut album The Rolling Stones. In 1972, British blues rock group Foghat recorded a studio version for their self-titled debut album in 1972. The song was also released as a single and it became their first single to reach the charts, appearing at No. 83 on the Billboard Hot 100[9] and No. 31 in Australia.[10] An eight-minute version from a 1977 concert performance is included on Foghat Live. It was edited down to 3:56 release as a single, which reached number 33 on the Billboard Hot 100[9] and No. 28 on the RPM Top Singles chart in Canada. I heard this on Foghat Live and thought it was a Foghat song. Could not believe when I heard the Dead had played it! Dead played it 4 times: Pig in ‘66 Brent in ‘84 Jerry in ‘95 Times: 4First: November 29, 1966 at The Matrix, San Francisco, CA, USALast: February 21, 1995 at Delta Center, Salt Lake City, UT, USA SHOW No. 3: Drums Track #14 7;00 – end INTO Space Track #15 0:00 - :36 SHOW No. 4: Space Track #15 10:59 – end INTO Morning Dew Track #16 0:00 – 1:28 Birthdays: Benny John Gross OUTRO: Midnight Hour Track #19 1:42 – 3:27 .Produced by PodConx Deadhead Cannabis Show - https://podconx.com/podcasts/deadhead-cannabis-showLarry Mishkin - https://podconx.com/guests/larry-mishkinRob Hunt - https://podconx.com/guests/rob-huntJay Blakesberg - https://podconx.com/guests/jay-blakesbergSound Designed by Jamie Humiston - https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamie-humiston-91718b1b3/Recorded on Squadcast
Auntie finds comfort and passion. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she had been wearing nothing but black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. The truth was that her black clothes just didn't cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn't help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes. Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro.Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. I had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away, but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained. One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn't helping. Her shirt wasn't skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn't help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do. It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home, and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead Uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued with guilt. A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I had decided about my future; I love this life, and I'm going to stay here. I actually loved the farm life. A few days after making my decision, I worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn't' stop until the sun went down. By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal. After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn't help but smile as my Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I couldn't help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside. We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I'm kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.” “No, I don't mind, Aunt Rose,” I replied, maybe a little too quickly. “It's just, I never really liked lightning and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband. “It's okay. I'll help you feel safe…,” I said. I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn't know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt's back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her to assure her that I was there to protect her. I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For eight hours, I worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, my body ached. Small blisters had appeared on my hand from where I had gripped the hammer. My Aunt had always been attentive to my needs, but I immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when I went into the house. Where before, she had treated me as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different than a wife would talk to a husband. “What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while she folded my coat. “I'll eat anything,” I told her. “I'm starving.” “Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added. Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back were burning, and I knew I would enjoy having my Aunt feeling me up after a long day's work. “Yeah that sounds nice,” I replied. “You better get washed up then,” she said suggested. I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands, and using the soap stung them as I washed. Nevertheless, I persevered and cleaned as best I could. I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” I called out. “Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in here? I didn't see them in your room.” She said. “Yeah, they're in here,” I replied as I tried to wash some of the soap off my face. Slowly the door creaked open, and I saw my Aunt gingerly step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, I found myself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked. I watched my Aunt's eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn't enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands, my cock was already at full mast, with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom. “John honestly!” She stammered. I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full-figured Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact. I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper. Rose looked at me and said, “I've noticed that you've gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.” “Like what?” I asked. “In just your underwear, dear,” she replied. I looked at her and said, “It's more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?” “Umm, no dear, it's not necessary. I'm just not used to it.” Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes. “Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You didn't have to, you know,” Rose said, and kissed my cheek. “You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It's the least I could do,” I replied. “Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked. “Give me a minute,” I said, “I'll meet you in the living room.” I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn't help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace. In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me. “Honey, aren't you going to put some clothes on?” Rose asked incredulously. “I thought you were going to give me a massage,” I said in a child-like voice. “Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know…” she said. “No, its okay. I don't want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her. “hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see. She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side. “Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both hands. I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my Aunt's weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back. “You're back is really tense hon,” she said finally. “That's all muscle Aunt Rose,” I said coyly. “Ain't that the truth…” she trailed off. Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands were right on my butt, and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my balls. I could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight, but I knew the moment it got some room, it would go full mast once again. “Are you sore here?” My Aunt asked shyly. Her hands squeezed my ass very softly. “A little,” I said quietly. Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now flipped up on my back. “Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her voice a little high. “Thanks,” I said, laughing a little. After a few minutes, she asked me to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when I did. I flipped over, not thinking twice about covering myself. My Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my Aunt's reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew's young hard cock was fully displayed before her. “That looks nice and hard too…” she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock. “John are you always that hard?” She asked as she remembered my hard-on from that morning. “Most of the time, yes,” I answered as I sat up to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a pendulum. “Does it hurt?” she asked curiously. “Not at all.” I said as I gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly. After a few seconds of silence, I saw her inch towards me. Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for my cock, and soon her fingers clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards, essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quiet sniffle. She had started to cry. I quickly sat up, and she said, “I loved your uncle very much you know.” I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose in me like never before. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to Aunt Rose,” I said cautiously. “No baby, It's not that…” she wiped her tears. “I'm not sad… I just really miss your Uncle. I'm so happy you are here taking care of me, I don't know how I'll ever repay you,” I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked together, and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly reached up under her blouse and finally… finally… got a hold of one of her glorious tits. I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. My Aunt was in an awkward position, but still, she didn't stop stroking her oily hand up and down my shaft. She alternated her hand movements by using a twisting motion, and I could tell she was loving each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn't help but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert on hand jobs. Having gotten the green light, my natural reproductive instincts took over. I tore my Aunt's blouse off completely and cupped both breasts. I'm able to palm a basketball without much trouble, but I still found myself with my hands full of her wobbly breasts. I attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. I sucked on each breast vigorously, and when I was too eager, my Aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I feasted on her. After a couple of minutes, I stood up and quickly presented my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one, her breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelop me with her mouth when I unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples. “Jesus you can't get enough of those can you?” she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples. Instead of replying, I grabbed her hands and made her squish her tits together. I thrust my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my Aunt's eyes light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster. Finally, after having had my way with her breasts, I tempted her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn't challenging to get her to open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her breasts. She watched it with the same level of attention that a female dog gives to a treat it's about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front of her, and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around it when I pulled away. She quickly looked up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at her, and she responded by making a funny, angry face. “Okay, okay,” I said as I offered her my cock once again. Precum dangled on the tip of my cock; it pulsed in my hand. Aunt Rose crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of “I'm not interested.” I regretted my teasing immediately. I watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms, but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn't help it… I pushed the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across them. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled, but her lips remained closed. She was making groans in anticipation. Finally, and to the great relief of my cock, I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth, and the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth, and at once, my cock felt at home. Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my cock. She struggled to take the last ½ inch in, but from time to time, she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared entirely into her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock into cumming. “I can't believe how hard it is,” she gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the firelight. “You could probably hang your coat on it,” I laughed. “No kidding,” she said as she pulled a small black hair from her mouth. I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand, which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We kissed once again, and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light pink shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs, and I couldn't help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I wanted and proceeded to pull her shorts down on her own. My cock was next to her face as she slipped the shorts out from underneath her. Before rising to meet my gaze again, she kissed the tip of it. It pulsed in delight, having received such affection. We embraced again, with my cock stabbing at her stomach. After breaking the embrace, I got on all fours and pushed my face upwards into her pussy, trying to breathe her in. Like a crazed dog, I moved her panties to the side and licked her wet pussy. She cooed in ecstasy. I had only licked her for a few seconds before my cock started surging in anticipation. I wanted to be inside her. Without a word, I stood up and turned her around. My Uncle's old armchair was right next to us, and it gave her a perfect perch. Her ass and pussy were fertile, and my male instincts took over. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy, and finally, I pressed the shaft of my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my Aunt yes… but she was also a luscious female in heat; I couldn't ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act; I didn't care. It didn't matter that my father had entrusted her to me. It also didn't matter that I was so much younger than her. My cock was strong and hard, and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead, and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips, and my cock primed and eager to enter her. "God damn it, just put it in alrea..." She didn't finish her sentence. I cut her off by plunging my thick 7″ cock deep inside of her. She bucked like a wild mare and arched her back like a cat as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper, filling her hot pussy completely. I gripped her ass and stirred my cock in a figure-eight pattern. I probed all around and felt her from the inside out. Meanwhile, she tried to spread her stance. Pretty soon, she had given me the appropriate height to commence my furious assault. I pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust. I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly, and I could see her hair sticking to the side of her face. The fire had kept us warm, but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock, and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation of the physique of a hard-working woman. Her panties rubbed against my cock; I had her hold it to the side with one hand as I continued to pound her from behind. The loud clapping sound coming after every full thrust filled the room. The crackling fire was muted as her moans and grunts echoed my efforts. After a couple of minutes, I could feel her body spasm in front of me. Her legs quivered, and she screamed, "I'm cumming!!!" She tried to pull away, looking for some respite, but I was also on the verge of exploding inside her. I brought her in close and fucked her in a blind frenzy, faster than I had ever fucked before. I was like an engine piston at full throttle. Her pussy squirted and wet everything but the ceiling. My cock and balls dripped with her love juices; both our legs sparkled after being coated with her essence. When I felt the first stream of cum racing down my hard cock I had no choice but to slow down. It didn't stop me, however, from driving my cock as deep as possible. I came like never before. Both my balls emptied into her. I stayed there cumming inside her for 3 minutes straight, pushing deeper, without pulling back. My sperm was injected deep inside her, and we both knew she would be pregnant. We were both breathing hard and her legs still quivered underneath me. She went to kneel down, and I followed her, my cock remaining inside her. I was like a dog whose knot anchored him to his bitch. I rested on her back until finally, I pulled my cock out. Cum poured out of her pussy, but I knew most of it had stayed inside. We kissed and felt each other there on the floor and fell asleep naked, our legs entwined with one another. I had bred my Aunt Rose and found a love I didn't know existed. The following morning, Aunt Rose and I were sitting in the kitchen, just chatting, when I turned to her and said, "Rose, I've decided not to return to college. I want to stay here and help you run the farm. I love this life and hated college, I felt like a cog in a huge machine." She looked at me, surprised, and said," John, are you sure that this life is what you want? As you've already found, it's not exciting like in the city. What about your future?" I looked into her eyes and stated, "Rose, this is the life I want; it IS my future. I've fallen in love with it." "John, are you absolutely sure that your decision isn't based on the sex we had?" she asked. Still looking deep in her eyes, I state, "Rose, I'm sure you'll agree that the sex was great, but that's not the reason I want to stay. I've grown to love the hard work involved in running this place. I've learned more useful information in the past couple of months then I did during a year in college. I believe this farm is my future, will you share it with me?" "Oh, John," Rose stated breathlessly," You've made me so happy with your decision. I don't think I could run the whole thing by myself." "There's another reason I want to stay, Rose. I've grown to love you, not as a nephew, but as your lover." She took my hand and kissed it, then said, "John, as you are well aware, your Uncle died two months ago. He always told me that if something happened to him, I should find someone else to love. As short as the time has been since he passed, I believe that I've found that someone; you. We can't be married, but will you live with me, as my husband?" I returned the gesture and said," Only if you'll live with me, as my wife." I then continued," I need to call Mom and Dad this evening and let them know that I'm staying here and not going back to college." After we ate supper and cleaned the kitchen that evening, I pulled out my cell phone. "Call them now," Rose exclaimed, "Just be sure not to say anything about 'us'." I put the phone on speaker and dialed Dad's cell number. He answered and said, "Hold on, I'm putting the phone on speaker so Mom can also talk." I heard him call Mom over, then heard her say, "Hi John, how are you?" I told them I was doing well, and so was Aunt Rose. I then proceeded to tell them why I called, " Mom and Dad, I've made a decision about my future. I'm not going back to college, I'm going to stay here and help Aunt Rose with the farm. I've come to love the farm life and this is what I want to do for the rest of my life." Dad said," While I'm disappointed that you won't go back to college, I'm proud that you finally made a decision about what you want to do with your life. It also lifts my apprehension about what your Aunt was going to do when you left." Mom then chimed in with," Are you sure that's what you want, Honey?" "Yes Mom, I'm absolutely sure," I replied. "Okay then," said Dad, "I'm going to transfer the balance of your college funds into your personal checking account. Use the money as you need it, but don't go nuts." "I won't Dad. There's still money left from your original deposit," I chuckled. "Is Aunt Rose handy?" Dad asked. "She's been listening to our whole conversation, Dad," I replied. "Hi Rose," he stated, "Has John been behaving himself?" "Yes, Tom, he has," she stated, then continued," He works as hard as James did and has even made some improvements to the house. He told me about his decision this morning. I couldn't be happier, although I am surprised. It has taken a huge weight off of my shoulders. I don't know what I would have done without him here. Thank you so much for suggesting it." "Rose, you know I'd do anything for my sister," replied Dad. "I know you would, Tom. I'm just extremely surprised that a man as young as your son is just as generous as you." "His decision has made me very proud," said Dad. "I just wanted him to let you know about his decision. We'll be going now," said Rose. "Okay," said Dad, "You continue taking good care her, John. You've made us very proud. Goodnight." "Goodnight Dad, goodnight Mom," I replied and disconnected. I turned to Rose and opened my arms. She came to me, and we kissed passionately. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "My wife, are you ready to go to bed?" She whispered back to me," Only if we're going to fool around, my husband." And so it was that we became a 'married couple' instead of lovers. A month later, it was confirmed, my 'wife' was pregnant. by Jism786 for Literotica.
Auntie finds comfort and passion. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she had been wearing nothing but black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. The truth was that her black clothes just didn't cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn't help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes. Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro.Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. I had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away, but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained. One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn't helping. Her shirt wasn't skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn't help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do. It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home, and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead Uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued with guilt. A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I had decided about my future; I love this life, and I'm going to stay here. I actually loved the farm life. A few days after making my decision, I worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn't' stop until the sun went down. By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal. After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn't help but smile as my Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I couldn't help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside. We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I'm kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.” “No, I don't mind, Aunt Rose,” I replied, maybe a little too quickly. “It's just, I never really liked lightning and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband. “It's okay. I'll help you feel safe…,” I said. I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn't know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt's back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her to assure her that I was there to protect her. I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For eight hours, I worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, my body ached. Small blisters had appeared on my hand from where I had gripped the hammer. My Aunt had always been attentive to my needs, but I immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when I went into the house. Where before, she had treated me as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different than a wife would talk to a husband. “What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while she folded my coat. “I'll eat anything,” I told her. “I'm starving.” “Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added. Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back were burning, and I knew I would enjoy having my Aunt feeling me up after a long day's work. “Yeah that sounds nice,” I replied. “You better get washed up then,” she said suggested. I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands, and using the soap stung them as I washed. Nevertheless, I persevered and cleaned as best I could. I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” I called out. “Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in here? I didn't see them in your room.” She said. “Yeah, they're in here,” I replied as I tried to wash some of the soap off my face. Slowly the door creaked open, and I saw my Aunt gingerly step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, I found myself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked. I watched my Aunt's eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn't enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands, my cock was already at full mast, with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom. “John honestly!” She stammered. I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full-figured Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact. I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper. Rose looked at me and said, “I've noticed that you've gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.” “Like what?” I asked. “In just your underwear, dear,” she replied. I looked at her and said, “It's more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?” “Umm, no dear, it's not necessary. I'm just not used to it.” Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes. “Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You didn't have to, you know,” Rose said, and kissed my cheek. “You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It's the least I could do,” I replied. “Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked. “Give me a minute,” I said, “I'll meet you in the living room.” I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn't help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace. In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me. “Honey, aren't you going to put some clothes on?” Rose asked incredulously. “I thought you were going to give me a massage,” I said in a child-like voice. “Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know…” she said. “No, its okay. I don't want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her. “hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see. She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side. “Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both hands. I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my Aunt's weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back. “You're back is really tense hon,” she said finally. “That's all muscle Aunt Rose,” I said coyly. “Ain't that the truth…” she trailed off. Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands were right on my butt, and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my balls. I could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight, but I knew the moment it got some room, it would go full mast once again. “Are you sore here?” My Aunt asked shyly. Her hands squeezed my ass very softly. “A little,” I said quietly. Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now flipped up on my back. “Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her voice a little high. “Thanks,” I said, laughing a little. After a few minutes, she asked me to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when I did. I flipped over, not thinking twice about covering myself. My Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my Aunt's reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew's young hard cock was fully displayed before her. “That looks nice and hard too…” she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock. “John are you always that hard?” She asked as she remembered my hard-on from that morning. “Most of the time, yes,” I answered as I sat up to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a pendulum. “Does it hurt?” she asked curiously. “Not at all.” I said as I gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly. After a few seconds of silence, I saw her inch towards me. Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for my cock, and soon her fingers clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards, essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quiet sniffle. She had started to cry. I quickly sat up, and she said, “I loved your uncle very much you know.” I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose in me like never before. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to Aunt Rose,” I said cautiously. “No baby, It's not that…” she wiped her tears. “I'm not sad… I just really miss your Uncle. I'm so happy you are here taking care of me, I don't know how I'll ever repay you,” I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked together, and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly reached up under her blouse and finally… finally… got a hold of one of her glorious tits. I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. My Aunt was in an awkward position, but still, she didn't stop stroking her oily hand up and down my shaft. She alternated her hand movements by using a twisting motion, and I could tell she was loving each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn't help but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert on hand jobs. Having gotten the green light, my natural reproductive instincts took over. I tore my Aunt's blouse off completely and cupped both breasts. I'm able to palm a basketball without much trouble, but I still found myself with my hands full of her wobbly breasts. I attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. I sucked on each breast vigorously, and when I was too eager, my Aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I feasted on her. After a couple of minutes, I stood up and quickly presented my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one, her breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelop me with her mouth when I unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples. “Jesus you can't get enough of those can you?” she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples. Instead of replying, I grabbed her hands and made her squish her tits together. I thrust my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my Aunt's eyes light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster. Finally, after having had my way with her breasts, I tempted her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn't challenging to get her to open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her breasts. She watched it with the same level of attention that a female dog gives to a treat it's about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front of her, and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around it when I pulled away. She quickly looked up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at her, and she responded by making a funny, angry face. “Okay, okay,” I said as I offered her my cock once again. Precum dangled on the tip of my cock; it pulsed in my hand. Aunt Rose crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of “I'm not interested.” I regretted my teasing immediately. I watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms, but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn't help it… I pushed the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across them. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled, but her lips remained closed. She was making groans in anticipation. Finally, and to the great relief of my cock, I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth, and the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth, and at once, my cock felt at home. Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my cock. She struggled to take the last ½ inch in, but from time to time, she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared entirely into her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock into cumming. “I can't believe how hard it is,” she gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the firelight. “You could probably hang your coat on it,” I laughed. “No kidding,” she said as she pulled a small black hair from her mouth. I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand, which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We kissed once again, and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light pink shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs, and I couldn't help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I wanted and proceeded to pull her shorts down on her own. My cock was next to her face as she slipped the shorts out from underneath her. Before rising to meet my gaze again, she kissed the tip of it. It pulsed in delight, having received such affection. We embraced again, with my cock stabbing at her stomach. After breaking the embrace, I got on all fours and pushed my face upwards into her pussy, trying to breathe her in. Like a crazed dog, I moved her panties to the side and licked her wet pussy. She cooed in ecstasy. I had only licked her for a few seconds before my cock started surging in anticipation. I wanted to be inside her. Without a word, I stood up and turned her around. My Uncle's old armchair was right next to us, and it gave her a perfect perch. Her ass and pussy were fertile, and my male instincts took over. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy, and finally, I pressed the shaft of my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my Aunt yes… but she was also a luscious female in heat; I couldn't ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act; I didn't care. It didn't matter that my father had entrusted her to me. It also didn't matter that I was so much younger than her. My cock was strong and hard, and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead, and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips, and my cock primed and eager to enter her. "God damn it, just put it in alrea..." She didn't finish her sentence. I cut her off by plunging my thick 7″ cock deep inside of her. She bucked like a wild mare and arched her back like a cat as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper, filling her hot pussy completely. I gripped her ass and stirred my cock in a figure-eight pattern. I probed all around and felt her from the inside out. Meanwhile, she tried to spread her stance. Pretty soon, she had given me the appropriate height to commence my furious assault. I pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust. I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly, and I could see her hair sticking to the side of her face. The fire had kept us warm, but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock, and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation of the physique of a hard-working woman. Her panties rubbed against my cock; I had her hold it to the side with one hand as I continued to pound her from behind. The loud clapping sound coming after every full thrust filled the room. The crackling fire was muted as her moans and grunts echoed my efforts. After a couple of minutes, I could feel her body spasm in front of me. Her legs quivered, and she screamed, "I'm cumming!!!" She tried to pull away, looking for some respite, but I was also on the verge of exploding inside her. I brought her in close and fucked her in a blind frenzy, faster than I had ever fucked before. I was like an engine piston at full throttle. Her pussy squirted and wet everything but the ceiling. My cock and balls dripped with her love juices; both our legs sparkled after being coated with her essence. When I felt the first stream of cum racing down my hard cock I had no choice but to slow down. It didn't stop me, however, from driving my cock as deep as possible. I came like never before. Both my balls emptied into her. I stayed there cumming inside her for 3 minutes straight, pushing deeper, without pulling back. My sperm was injected deep inside her, and we both knew she would be pregnant. We were both breathing hard and her legs still quivered underneath me. She went to kneel down, and I followed her, my cock remaining inside her. I was like a dog whose knot anchored him to his bitch. I rested on her back until finally, I pulled my cock out. Cum poured out of her pussy, but I knew most of it had stayed inside. We kissed and felt each other there on the floor and fell asleep naked, our legs entwined with one another. I had bred my Aunt Rose and found a love I didn't know existed. The following morning, Aunt Rose and I were sitting in the kitchen, just chatting, when I turned to her and said, "Rose, I've decided not to return to college. I want to stay here and help you run the farm. I love this life and hated college, I felt like a cog in a huge machine." She looked at me, surprised, and said," John, are you sure that this life is what you want? As you've already found, it's not exciting like in the city. What about your future?" I looked into her eyes and stated, "Rose, this is the life I want; it IS my future. I've fallen in love with it." "John, are you absolutely sure that your decision isn't based on the sex we had?" she asked. Still looking deep in her eyes, I state, "Rose, I'm sure you'll agree that the sex was great, but that's not the reason I want to stay. I've grown to love the hard work involved in running this place. I've learned more useful information in the past couple of months then I did during a year in college. I believe this farm is my future, will you share it with me?" "Oh, John," Rose stated breathlessly," You've made me so happy with your decision. I don't think I could run the whole thing by myself." "There's another reason I want to stay, Rose. I've grown to love you, not as a nephew, but as your lover." She took my hand and kissed it, then said, "John, as you are well aware, your Uncle died two months ago. He always told me that if something happened to him, I should find someone else to love. As short as the time has been since he passed, I believe that I've found that someone; you. We can't be married, but will you live with me, as my husband?" I returned the gesture and said," Only if you'll live with me, as my wife." I then continued," I need to call Mom and Dad this evening and let them know that I'm staying here and not going back to college." After we ate supper and cleaned the kitchen that evening, I pulled out my cell phone. "Call them now," Rose exclaimed, "Just be sure not to say anything about 'us'." I put the phone on speaker and dialed Dad's cell number. He answered and said, "Hold on, I'm putting the phone on speaker so Mom can also talk." I heard him call Mom over, then heard her say, "Hi John, how are you?" I told them I was doing well, and so was Aunt Rose. I then proceeded to tell them why I called, " Mom and Dad, I've made a decision about my future. I'm not going back to college, I'm going to stay here and help Aunt Rose with the farm. I've come to love the farm life and this is what I want to do for the rest of my life." Dad said," While I'm disappointed that you won't go back to college, I'm proud that you finally made a decision about what you want to do with your life. It also lifts my apprehension about what your Aunt was going to do when you left." Mom then chimed in with," Are you sure that's what you want, Honey?" "Yes Mom, I'm absolutely sure," I replied. "Okay then," said Dad, "I'm going to transfer the balance of your college funds into your personal checking account. Use the money as you need it, but don't go nuts." "I won't Dad. There's still money left from your original deposit," I chuckled. "Is Aunt Rose handy?" Dad asked. "She's been listening to our whole conversation, Dad," I replied. "Hi Rose," he stated, "Has John been behaving himself?" "Yes, Tom, he has," she stated, then continued," He works as hard as James did and has even made some improvements to the house. He told me about his decision this morning. I couldn't be happier, although I am surprised. It has taken a huge weight off of my shoulders. I don't know what I would have done without him here. Thank you so much for suggesting it." "Rose, you know I'd do anything for my sister," replied Dad. "I know you would, Tom. I'm just extremely surprised that a man as young as your son is just as generous as you." "His decision has made me very proud," said Dad. "I just wanted him to let you know about his decision. We'll be going now," said Rose. "Okay," said Dad, "You continue taking good care her, John. You've made us very proud. Goodnight." "Goodnight Dad, goodnight Mom," I replied and disconnected. I turned to Rose and opened my arms. She came to me, and we kissed passionately. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "My wife, are you ready to go to bed?" She whispered back to me," Only if we're going to fool around, my husband." And so it was that we became a 'married couple' instead of lovers. A month later, it was confirmed, my 'wife' was pregnant. by Jism786 for Literotica.
A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica
A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica
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First there were all the seminal, early folk outfits…then came The Mamas & The Papas…and now welcome to The Solo Years, where plenty of buried treasure and fascinating insanity awaits! (I'm lookin' at you, John.) In this special penultimate installment of Discograffiti's Mamas & The Papas Series, Richard Campbell (@richcbart) & creator/host Dave Gebroe explore & rate John's solo recording career. In this special 2-part final installment of our Mamas & Papas series, here's just a choice sampling of what's bandied about: An intense deep dive down into the murky deep of John's classic 1970 solo LP John, The Wolfking Of LA; The measly, solitary single that emerged as the result of John's $50,000 advance from Clive Davis; And the legendary origin story behind John's classic song “Me & My Uncle,” which was written while he was blackout drunk…and went on to become the most performed song in Grateful Dead history! Listen: https://podfollow.com/1592182331 If you're a John Phillips & Mamas And The Papas superfan like me, you'll want the DIRECTOR'S CUT of this & the rest of the installments of Discograffiti's “Michelle Phillips: Interview of a Lifetime” Series—this episode alone features no ads and AN ADDITIONAL 15 MINUTES of essential material that we had to cut for time: https://www.patreon.com/discograffiti/shop/ Or subscribe! Extended edits of all shows are available on either the Lieutenant (longer) or Major (longest) Tiers. Discograffiti's 4-show-a-week release schedule can be yours for the price of a cup of coffee a week. Order the Digital package of our METAL MACHINE MUZAK double album (feat. Lou Barlow, Cory Hanson, Mark Robinson, & Will Cullen Hart): www.patreon.com/discograffiti/shop/197404 Please help support the show by ordering some choice goods from our new merch shop: https://discograffitipod.myspreadshop.com/all Order your copy of our guest Richard Campbell's incredible new book Gettin' Kinda Itchie-The Groups That Made The Mamas & The Papas right now! CONNECT Join our Soldiers of Sound Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1839109176272153 Patreon: www.Patreon.com/Discograffiti Podfollow: https://podfollow.com/1592182331 YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClyaQCdvDelj5EiKj6IRLhw Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/discograffitipod/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Discograffiti/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Discograffiti To order the Digital version of the METAL MACHINE MUZAK 2xLP (feat. Lou Barlow, Cory Hanson, Mark Robinson, & W. Cullen Hart): www.patreon.com/discograffiti/shop/197404 To Order the METAL MACHINE MUZAK Double Vinyl + Digital package: https://www.patreon.com/discograffiti/shop/169954 Merch Shop: https://discograffitipod.myspreadshop.com/all Web site: http://discograffiti.com/ CONTACT DAVE Email: dave@discograffiti.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/hooligandave Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/davidgebroe/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/DaveGebroe #michellephillips #themamasandthepapas #johnphillips #mamacass #themamasandpapas #casselliot #dennydoherty #mamasandthepapas #mamamichelle #gettinkindaitchie #wilsonphillips #papadenny #mamamichellephillips #montereypopfestival #scottmckenzie #knotslanding #mamasandpapas #montereypop #montereypopfestival #californiadreaming #chynnaphillips #genevievewaite #louadler #jillgibson #dennishopper #mackenziephillips #greenguccibag #discograffiti #metalmachinemuzak #soldiersofsound --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/discograffiti/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/discograffiti/support
Who became the King & Queen of the ring for 2024? Join Jammin' Jon as he recaps what went down at the WWE King & Queen of the Ring PLe from Saudi Arabia! Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: There is said to be “a lot of frustration from wrestlers” in AEW despite them making money, Mercedes Mone says she is the greatest women's wrestler of all time, Mercedes Mone addresses fans that are “not actually living in the real world” by being negative online, Belief that new female WWE star could end up surpassing Asuka's accomplishments in NXTLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Bryan Danielson says a doctor told him he will need to have surgery “pretty soon”, Former WWE star interested in making a Royal Rumble appearance after previously rejecting an opportunity, Keith Lee addresses fans amidst his hiatus from AEW since the end of 2023, and Cody Rhodes confirms report about WWE's initial plans for Roman Reigns vs. The Rock at Wrestlemania 40Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Conflicting reports regarding the legitimacy of Ivar's injury, Ivar issues public statement regarding “misinformation” floating around about his WWE status, Report on Tiffany Stratton's status with WWE after she receives fan backlash over Instagram video, Backstage news regarding the WWE injuries to Bobby Lashley, Zelina Vega, and Asuka, and Jon Moxley's match for this month's AEW Double or Nothing PPV event confirmedLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Cash Wheeler's aggravated assault legal case has reportedly been closed, Lilian Garcia issues statement regarding her cameo appearance on WWE RAW, and the first DLC Pack for WWE 2K24 releases a day early on PS5.Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Attorneys for Vince McMahon respond to Janel Grant's motion to strike his earlier statement, Zelina Vega pulled from the 2024 WWE Queen of the Ring tournament, LA Knight addresses his WWE King of the Ring tournament match not taking place on television, Concern about Eddie Kingston's status for the Anarchy in the Arena match at AEW Double or Nothing, and Update on Jesse Ventura potentially working with WWE againLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Skye Blue and Rachael Ellering publicly comment on incident with fan at AEW Dynamite/ROH event, AEW star's wrestling career could legitimately be over due to injury, Update on Sammy Guevara's status with AEW following reports of him being suspended, The reason why WWE Smackdown is moving to the USA Network sooner than expected, and Additional matches announced for the 2024 WWE Queen of the Ring tournamentLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: TKO Reports First Quarter 2024 Results, New details regarding the Ric Flair Restaurant Incident, Statement regarding Gable Steveson's departure from WWE issued by his manager, and WWE reportedly has a strategy with Solo Sikoa ahead of Jacob Fatu's debutLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
WARNING: Today's Episode contains strong language. Listener Discretion Advised.In this episode: Restaurant co-owner responds to claim made by Ric Flair about being kicked out, Video footage emerges of Ric Flair incident with restaurant worker that allegedly led to him being “kicked out”, andRemaining matches announced for the 2024 WWE King of the Ring tournament Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: WWE reportedly declines to renew the broadcast contract of Jerry “The King” Lawler, New details regarding what allegedly happened behind the scenes with Drew Gulak in WWE, Drew McIntyre pulled from the 2024 WWE King of the Ring tournament, Sheamus deletes public comment about Gunther ahead of their WWE King of the Ring match, Potential spoilers regarding new faction being led by Bray Wyatt's brother Bo Dallas/Uncle Howdy, and News regarding Tanga Loa's return to WWE at the 2024 Backlash PLELink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
Join Jammin' Jon as he recaps the results of Backlash France while also giving some News regarding WrestleMania 41!Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Lawyers for Vince McMahon and John Laurinaitis issue new statements regarding sex trafficking lawsuit, Swerve Strickland's opponent for AEW Double or Nothing 2024 revealed, and Potential major spoilers for the 2024 WWE Backlash: France PLE Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Triple H comments on the possibility of Wrestlemania finally heading to London, England, WWE said to be “generally pleased” with how the 2024 Draft turned out, and Drew McIntyre comments on his decision to sign a new contract with WWELink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
"Neil Young's 2024 Tour with Crazy Horse: A Legendary Performance"Larry Mishkin discusses the creation of the song "The Music Never Stopped" by Bob Weir and John Perry Barlow. Weir explains his collaborative process with Barlow, where they developed lyrics together over the phone, inspired by Barlow's description of a scene from Wyoming. Weir also reflects on the importance of lyrical and musical cohesion, and the song's debut and history of performances, including at venues like the Great American Music Hall and the Palladium. The discussion transitions to Neil Young's recent tour with Crazy Horse, highlighting the band's performance and Young's energy despite his age. He also mentions upcoming events and concludes with a focus on the Grateful Dead's performance of "St. Stephen" and other songs from 47 years ago. Grateful DeadApril 30, 1977 (47 years ago, tomorrow)PalladiumNYCGrateful Dead Live at The Palladium on 1977-04-30 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet ArchiveAudience Tape This is another good show from 1977, but the recording quality is actually not bad considering this is an audience recording. Since then the show has been commercially released as the first volume of the Grateful Dead Download Series if you want to hear the crisper soundboard recording.Highlights from this show are the first set Mississippi Half Step and even Looks Like Rain is played with a passion that is moving even if the song always is not. In the second set, the Dead start off with a Scarlet Begonias>Fire on the Mountain (pretty good), swing into a fun mid-set Good Lovin (common for that time, but for the last 15 years, it was almost always a set closer as an alternative to Sugar Mag) or an encore tune (send everyone home with a smile), Friend of the Devil , Estimated Prophet. And then they blow the doors off the place with a St. Stephen>Not Fade Away>Stella Blue>St. Stephen sandwich that must be heard in full to be truly appreciated. It's pretty awesome to hear Stella Blue transition back into the St. Stephen, an unusual pairing to say the least. Close with a Saturday Night and then yet another 1977 Terrapin Stationencore. INTRO: Music Never Stopped Track #2 0:00 – 1:26 Hunter Weir tune, released on Blues For Allah (Sept. 1,1975). Bob: As a lyricist I'm glacially slow. I can generally get the job done, but it takes too damned long. So I like to work with people who have a little more facility with that—you know, John Barlow, Garrett Grant, Robert Hunter.Or I may have a general notion of the color of the rhythm and the harmonic or melodic development, and I'll sit with a guy and we just fire blank verse at each other until we start to corner that color—and then often the song will fall right out of the sky. Other times, I may have no notion of where the song wants to go, in which case I'll let whoever I'm working with surprise me. . . .“The Music Never Stopped” is a song that we wrote over the telephone. I had this business going [plays opening guitar riff, Example 13 below]. So I played this over the phone to John, and he just started spitting stuff at me. The first line came out, “There's mosquitoes on the river / Fish are rising up like birds.” He was living in Wyoming at the time on a ranch, and he started describing a situation that I'd seen with him, where it was late summer on a dry year and things were hot and kind of dull and dead.So where are we going to take this? Well, first I figured the verse is going to have to be twice as long as I originally figured, because if you're starting with an image that thick, you have to get into some detail about it. “It's been hot for seven weeks now / Too hot to even speak now / Did you hear what I just heard?” That last line came after some deliberation. It's a pregnant line, sort of like a leading tone in a harmonic development.The success of the endeavor, if you're working with a lyricist, depends on how closely the lyric marries the music. With Barlow or Gerrit Graham or whoever, there's a lot of back and forth. I guess I get to be the decider, because the words are going to have to come from my lips. And so I have to be able to tell the story.I have to be that character, because my job is to get the hell out of the way and let the character tell the story, musically and lyrically. When I'm standing in front of the microphone, I may look like me, but I'm not.If the character arrives with a really defined face and features, then it's easy for me to do my job.Fun version because almost always a first set closer and here it is opening the show. Love that. 236 times First: August 13, 1975 at Great American Music Hall, San Francisco, CA, USA Last: June 28, 1995 at The Palace of Auburn Hills The Palladium: The Palladium (originally called the Academy of Music) was a movie theatre, concert hall, and finally nightclub in New York City. It was located on the south side of East 14th Street, between Irving Place and Third Avenue.Designed by Thomas W. Lamb, it was built in 1927 across the street from the site of the original Academy of Music established by financier Moses H. Grinnell in 1852. Opened as a deluxe movie palace by movie mogul William Fox, the academy operated as a cinema through the early 1970s.Beginning in the 1960s, it was also utilized as a rock concert venue, particularly following the June 1971 closure of the Fillmore East. It was rechristened the Palladium on September 18, 1976, with the Band live radio broadcast,[1] and continued to serve as a concert hall into the following decade.In 1985, the Palladium was converted into a nightclub by Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager, after their success with Studio 54. Japanese architect Arata Isozaki redesigned the building's interior for the club.[2]Peter Gatien owned and operated the club from 1992 until 1997.The Palladium closed in August 1997 following its purchase by New York University.[3] In August 1998, the building was demolished in order to build a twelve-story residence hall that students affectionately referred to as Palladium HalThe Dead also played there when it was called the Academy of Music in a series of seven shows on their way to Europe for the '72 tour. One of the those shows, the entire March 28, 1972 performance plus selections from March 25, 1972 and March 27, 1972 were released as Dick's Picks Vol. 30This five night Palladium run, of which today's show was the second, is famous for a lot of reasons including the part of 1977 when the Dead put together a string of some of their best shows ever, peaking on May 8, 1977, just over one week later, at Barton Hall in Ithaca, NY. All five of these shows are well played, great tunes, and a very grooving feel that you can still pick up off of the CD or down load 47 years later. I had most of these shows on tape and wore them out from so much playing. Love that they previously released this show as Download Series Vol. 1 and the new Dave's Picks release, No. 50!!, is the May 3, 1977 show including some extra songs from the next night as well as the annual Dave's Picks Bonus Disc that is even more songs from the May 4th show). If you are not listening to Dave's Picks, you are missing out on quality recordings of some of the best shows ever.How hot was the band, check out this extended jam at the end of ½ Step, the second to last song of the first set (ending with a great Promised Land) and be sure to listen for Jerry and Keith going back and forth throughout this clip: SHOW No. 1: Mississippi ½ Step Track #11 7:06 – 9:29 Garcia/Huner tune released on Wake of the Flood in 1973. Also live versions included on Steal Your Face, Dick's Picks Vol. 1, Without a Net and who knows how many other Dick's/Dave's Picks releases, etc. If you want to hear it, you can find it, easily. First performed July 16, 1972 at Dillon Stadium in Hartford, Connecticut. Followed "Me and My Uncle" and led into "Sing Me Back Home," which closed out the first set. A staple of the repertoire ever since. 236 times (exact same as Music Never stopped!)First: July 16, 1972 at Dillon Stadium, Hartford, CT, USALast: July 6, 1995 at Riverport Amphitheater Maryland Heights, MO Music News: Neil Young Tour SHOW No. 2: St. Stephen Track #1 0:00 – 1:49 Blah Blah Blah, everyone knows about St. Stephen. Dead's Fluffhead apparently. Because of its true melodic nature and strong lyrics, it existed long outside and after the end of Primal Dead. Still only played a total of 187 times: First: May 24, 1968 at National Guard Armory, St. Louis, MO, USA Last: October 31, 1983 at Marin Veteran's Memorial Auditorium, San RafaelBut post Dead hiatus year, they started making song sandwiches often based around this song. This four song sandwich at the end of the show is so good that I had to feature all of it at the expense of some other really great tunes like Bertha, Peggy O, Looks Like Rain, Promised Land, and any tune in the second set. This sandwich is just too cool to ignore or not give it proper due. Here is the first layer change: SHOW No. 3: St. Stephen>Not Fade Away St. Stephen Track #19 4:10 – end INTO Not Fade Away Track #20 0:00 – 1:15 Great switch out of St. Stephen and into an amazing opening jam of NFA. I wanted to try and catch the opening lyrics but the jam went on for almost 4 minutes which is too long even for these extended clips. MJ News Check out this next transition that they pull off seamlessly: SHOW No. 4: Not Fade Away>Stella Blue Not Fade Away Track #20 14:15 – end INTO Stella Blue Track #21 0:00 – 1:30 Beautiful how they downshift on cue from the raucous NFA into the gentle and beautiful ballad mode required for Stella Blue. Jerry's voice is so strong and clear. Really a treat. Not even getting to the last tune of the encore today. Not enough time but had to close out the episode with the final sandwich transition, from Stella back into an immediate upbeat St. Stephen that is so strong I told Dan we could not edit out any of it! What a great (almost ending) to such a great show. Deadheads walked out knowing there were still 3 more to go! Like going to bed and already being told the next day is a snow day! Thank you all for listening. Please be sure to join us next week when I am joined by Rob Bleetstein of Grateful Dead Radio (show host), Pearl Jam radio and he is also the Curator for the New Riders of the Purple Sage. He is joining us to discuss, among other things, the newly released NRPS live album “Hempsteader”. If you haven't heard it yet, check it out. I'm looking forward to hearing from Rob how this was all put together and what the NRSP are up to these days. Also, a Birthday shoutout to very good buddy, Sam who is turning old tomorrow. At his age, the actual number doesn't matter but we love him anyway. ENCORE: Stella Blue>St Stephen Stella Blue Track #21 7:50 – end INTO St. Stephen Track #22 Start - end .Produced by PodConx Deadhead Cannabis Show - https://podconx.com/podcasts/deadhead-cannabis-showLarry Mishkin - https://podconx.com/guests/larry-mishkinRob Hunt - https://podconx.com/guests/rob-huntJay Blakesberg - https://podconx.com/guests/jay-blakesbergSound Designed by Jamie Humiston - https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamie-humiston-91718b1b3/Recorded on Squadcast
WARNING: Today's Episode contains strong language. Listener Discretion AdvisedIn this episode: Darby Allin reveals that he was hit by a bus while crossing the street in New York City, Brie Bella (Garcia) gives an update on her husband Bryan Danielson following AEW Dynasty & Brie addresses Toni Storm, Former AEW world champion MJF reportedly has shoulder surgery with no timetable for his return, What is being said about the 2024 WWE Draft having a lack of brand changes thus far, and Update on Drew McIntyre signing a new WWE contract and news on his immediate futureLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: What is being said about Vince McMahon potentially starting a new wrestling company, WWE's Pat McAfee acknowledges AEW President Tony Khan being attacked by The Elite, AEW President Tony Khan says WWE “is like the Harvey Weinstein of pro-wrestling”, Update on Dominik Mysterio's condition after he was seen with his arm in a sling on WWE RAW, News regarding there being concern within WWE's NXT brand heading into the 2024 Draft, and Jinder Mahal issues new public statement regarding his departure from WWELink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Legal team for Janel Grant files motion to strike Vince McMahon's statement, News regarding the push to have a future Wrestlemania take place in London, England, The Elite and Jack Perry attack AEW President Tony Khan during final segment of Dynamite, The Elite and Jack Perry address their attack on AEW President Tony Khan from Dynamite, The official NFL website addresses Tony Khan being attacked by The Elite on AEW Dynamite, and Cameron Grimes provides new details about the end of his run with WWELink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: News regarding the internal reaction to Cameron Grimes being released from WWE, Update on Jacob Fatu's status with WWE amidst rumors of him joining The Bloodline, Results of Ilja Dragunov vs. Trick Williams at WWE NXT's Spring Breakin' special, Shawn Michaels addresses Trick Williams becoming the new WWE NXT champion, News regarding Jimmy Uso's status with WWE following angle with The Bloodline on Smackdown, and Official rules and pools revealed for the 2024 WWE DraftLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Cody Rhodes comments a potential singles match against Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson in WWE, Potential spoiler regarding one of the “big surprises” teased for this Sunday's AEW Dynasty PPV event, Speculation about Matt Hardy potentially making a return to WWE now that he's a free agent, and Seth Rollins underwent surgery following WWE Wrestlemania 40Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Spokesperson for Janel Grant addresses report that John Cena and The Rock still have contact with Vince McMahon, Report on what Vince McMahon has been doing in his personal life since resigning from WWE/TKO, Tony Khan explains why “it made a lot of sense” to air the CM Punk altercation with Jack Perry on AEW Dynamite, The Young Bucks have “zero regret” over the decision to air footage of CM Punk's altercation with Jack Perry, Grayson Waller seemingly takes a shot at AEW and Dax Harwood of FTR issues response, and Update on Roman Reigns following his loss to Cody Rhodes at WWE Wrestlemania 40Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: News regarding Will Ospreay's thought process with his shoot comments towards Triple H on AEW Dynamite, WWE star Zelina Vega issues response to claims of her being a “scammer” along with screenshots, Adam Copeland asked if he watched CM Punk's interview that included negative comments about AEW, The Rock could potentially be defending his “people's championship” against Cody Rhodes, Potential location for the 2026 WWE Royal Rumble PLE, and Report on why Steve Austin didn't make an appearance at WWE Wrestlemania 40 despite rumorsLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: AEW President Tony Khan comments on decision to air video footage of CM Punk's altercation with Jack Perry, WWE stars mock AEW's decision to air backstage security footage from the 2023 All In PPV event, AEW star comments on the company's decision to air security footage from All In 2023, The Final Testament appear on WWE NXT and attack the new tag team champions, Bron Breakker gives farewell speech to the WWE NXT brand, The Rock received 96,558 TKO shares following his match at WWE Wrestlemania 40, and Drew McIntyre's ring gear was legitimately lost just prior to WWE Wrestlemania 40Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: WWE is intentionally looking to move away from the term “Sports Entertainment”, News regarding WWE potentially collaborating with other wrestling companies in the future, What happened with The Rock and Cody Rhodes during last night's RAW After Mania, WWE NXT champion Ilja Dragunov makes his RAW debut, John Cena has a surprise match during last night's RAW After Mania, and WWE Wrestlemania 40 said to be the “most successful” event in company historyLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: Cody Rhodes provides details on a terrifying incident leading up to WWE Wrestlemania 40, Former AEW/ROH stars issue joint public statement regarding their releases in response to Tony Khan, Paul “Triple H” Levesque shoots on the creative process of WWE heading into Wrestlemania 40 and beyond, Triple H speaks his mind about young wrestlers that want to “work less” with a lighter schedule, and Friday morning WWE news items heading into Wrestlemania 40Link to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
In this episode: WWE President Nick Khan comments on Vince McMahon's resignation following “horrific” allegations, Potential spoiler regarding a sports star making an appearance at WWE Wrestlemania 40, and News regrading who has been helping The Rock train for his WWE Wrestlemania 40 matchLink to My Cousin's GoFundMe for My Uncle's Funeral Expenses: https://gofund.me/a7029dc5Jammin' Jon's Wrestling News now has a Zello Channel!Click the link below and scan the QR Code to join the channel to instantly be informed of:-Breaking News & Developing Stories in the Pro Wrestling World-Updates on New Podcast Episodes and more! https://zello.com/JJWNSupport Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodRelief
My Uncle, Tom Dillon, Shepherd Emeritus of the Lambs Club and former President of the Actor's Fund sits down with Peter Collins in this interview recorded in 1994 to tell stories about the famous theatrical club. (dougmilesmedia)
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