Podcasts about Nevermind

(00:00-30:03) Uniting behind our love of everything sport. Jackson's hair flip. I'm obligated to ask if this is going somewhere. MLB realignment. No more Junior and Senior Circuits. Has someone hacked into the drops? How important is geospatial divisions to you? Doug's killing this division guessing game. Nevermind, the AL South is throwing him off. Preseason NFL trumps regular season MLB. Doug's not happy with all this relocation talk. The Wire, Doug. The Wire.(30:11-48:37) George Sisler was not in The Wire. How did The Wire affect the St. Louis Browns? Oli Marmol's interview with Ken Rosenthal for The Athletic. Zip Recruiter says Cardinal managers make about $44K. The soft touch of a carpool mom with a Tervis Tumbler. Oli's comments on his future and Albert and Yadi speculation. Predictionary: Will Marmol be the manager on Opening Day?(48:47-1:06:42) Full House. Happy Birthday Uncle Jesse. Future Hall of Famer Carlos Spicy Weiner took issue with the latest episode of Movie Boy. Gare Bear. Do you get a jacket for going in the TMA Hall of Fame? The Balance Sheet Showdown. Still no QB announcement. We're just kinda hangin' out.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

veronika is away, so kyle, connory, and zack decide to play. more pixar timeline talk, more zathura discussions, more "who really directed nightmare before christmas?" debates. it's a real threeway producer-cast this week: so grab your googley eye and strap in! Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool   / veronika_iscool   kyle: @kylefornow   / kylefornow   nevermind: @nevermindpod   / nevermindpod   we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

John Doe returns to the Power Chord Hour to talk about the upcoming X and Los Lobos tour, the making of the final X record Smoke & Fiction, what a band looks for in a producer and how that changes later in a bands career, what new songs have translated live the best and much moreJOHN DOEhttp://www.xtheband.comhttps://linktr.ee/theejohndoehttps://xtheband.bandcamp.com/album/smoke-fictionhttps://www.instagram.com/xthebandofficialhttps://www.instagram.com/theejohndoePCHInstagram - www.instagram.com/powerchordhourTwitter - www.twitter.com/powerchordhourFacebook - www.facebook.com/powerchordhourYoutube - www.youtube.com/channel/UC6jTfzjB3-mzmWM-51c8LggSpotify Episode Playlists - https://open.spotify.com/user/kzavhk5ghelpnthfby9o41gnr?si=4WvOdgAmSsKoswf_HTh_MgDonate to help show costs -https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/pchanthonyhttps://cash.app/$anthmerchpowerchordhour@gmail.comCheck out the Power Chord Hour radio show every Friday night at 8 pm est/Tuesday Midnight est on 107.9 WRFA in Jamestown, NY. Stream the station online at wrfalp.com/streaming/ or listen on the WRFA app.

We're running out of time . We're Always running out of times. Haven't eaten; Kesha—Birkin— Sorry, Conan, Haven't pondered (Fight!) There you are; Equinox mornings Getting lost (Fun) Doesn't shove Croissants down the throat As long as I'm on the island (What?) Long day; Never money Haven't got a (Cat!) Sanctuary (doves) Jimmy Fallon? Never found him (What?) Pools of blood, Nevermind that. I was so sick the night before, Even in my sleep that I thought to call out. But no, “I don't skip freaky friday.” I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all. The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise? I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed. It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die. The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money. (At least, I'd thought I hadn't.) I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream. L E G E N D S: ICONS {Enter The Multiverse} He's heaven But i'm probably his headache What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick As what's disturbed to be described by Highest our physicians can abide Just the though of him, The whispers of prolific; Just the sight, I get to writing thoughts As if the words were mine, But still, The caves of wells kept secret, Pure and water like the thoughts, Are just the parallels od subtle secrets Kept inside a box This could be mine, Dammit, a glimpse— Who are I? Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion And putting out fires— Who are I? You call? In the midsts of a morning, Worlds over, Neglected, No former recognition, but Who are you for? Not mine, But still a world of sure For art mines Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

We're running out of time . We're Always running out of times. Haven't eaten; Kesha—Birkin— Sorry, Conan, Haven't pondered (Fight!) There you are; Equinox mornings Getting lost (Fun) Doesn't shove Croissants down the throat As long as I'm on the island (What?) Long day; Never money Haven't got a (Cat!) Sanctuary (doves) Jimmy Fallon? Never found him (What?) Pools of blood, Nevermind that. I was so sick the night before, Even in my sleep that I thought to call out. But no, “I don't skip freaky friday.” I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all. The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise? I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed. It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die. The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money. (At least, I'd thought I hadn't.) I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream. L E G E N D S: ICONS {Enter The Multiverse} He's heaven But i'm probably his headache What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick As what's disturbed to be described by Highest our physicians can abide Just the though of him, The whispers of prolific; Just the sight, I get to writing thoughts As if the words were mine, But still, The caves of wells kept secret, Pure and water like the thoughts, Are just the parallels od subtle secrets Kept inside a box This could be mine, Dammit, a glimpse— Who are I? Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion And putting out fires— Who are I? You call? In the midsts of a morning, Worlds over, Neglected, No former recognition, but Who are you for? Not mine, But still a world of sure For art mines Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

We're running out of time . We're Always running out of times. Haven't eaten; Kesha—Birkin— Sorry, Conan, Haven't pondered (Fight!) There you are; Equinox mornings Getting lost (Fun) Doesn't shove Croissants down the throat As long as I'm on the island (What?) Long day; Never money Haven't got a (Cat!) Sanctuary (doves) Jimmy Fallon? Never found him (What?) Pools of blood, Nevermind that. I was so sick the night before, Even in my sleep that I thought to call out. But no, “I don't skip freaky friday.” I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all. The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise? I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed. It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die. The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money. (At least, I'd thought I hadn't.) I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream. L E G E N D S: ICONS {Enter The Multiverse} He's heaven But i'm probably his headache What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick As what's disturbed to be described by Highest our physicians can abide Just the though of him, The whispers of prolific; Just the sight, I get to writing thoughts As if the words were mine, But still, The caves of wells kept secret, Pure and water like the thoughts, Are just the parallels od subtle secrets Kept inside a box This could be mine, Dammit, a glimpse— Who are I? Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion And putting out fires— Who are I? You call? In the midsts of a morning, Worlds over, Neglected, No former recognition, but Who are you for? Not mine, But still a world of sure For art mines Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

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Frizz and Bob buckle up and break records for our longest episode yet to kick off Grunge Month. We dive headfirst into the most iconic grunge album, Nevermind by Nirvana. Frizz sips on Rhubarb York Gin and Bob channels his inner Grohl with Crown Royal (Dave's fave), while we unpack the chaos, brilliance, and heartbreak that defined the band and the album that flipped the entire music world on its head. From the earliest days and vacuum-related breakups to their rise as the reluctant voices of a generation- we explore the real-life trauma, punk roots and rebellion, messy love, feminist influences, and raw emotion that bled into every track. Join us for funk, punk, and PASTAMANIA!

veronika and kyle hit the pod couch old school: talking memes, movies, and more... maybe too much more? just another classic episode! can you believe veronika's in the new bug's life live action movie (totally confirmed and real)? Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

In this episode: It's all about letting go of self-esteem as a goal. It's vague, unmeasurable, and often just makes things worse—especially for people with ADHD/AuDHD. But self-efficacy is EVERYTHING. Simply put: it's the realistic belief that you have the skills to do a task or handle a situation. Your self-efficacy can be improved (thanks to neuroplasticity) and there is irrefutable science and studies that support its life-changing results. I'll explain more about the findings on self-efficacy, how it works, and give you some ways to start focusing on your self-efficacy today so that you can start projects, and actually follow through. Let's go!    SHOW NOTES "This is A Lot" Resources Sign up for my “This Is A Lot” Newsletter: sent every 10 days Call The “A Lot” Line at (347) 674-2201 Send an email to the podcast at alotadhdpod at gmail dot com More Neurodivergent Friendly Resources 30 FREE DAYS to BRAIN FM Wire Your Brain For Focus! 15% Off HUGIMALS weighted stuffed animals with code JENKIRKMAN 15% off APPOINTED planners & notebooks with code JENKIRKMAN Sources Why Self-Efficacy Is More Important Than Self-Esteem; YouTube Dr. Albert Bandura Quotes Self-Efficacy Theory Of Motivation Explained; YouTube Self-Efficacy and Agentic Positive Psychology Self-Efficacy And Why Believing In Yourself Matters; VeryWell Mind  

On this week's episode, WE ARE BACK with one of the most anticipated episodes EVER! During our short break, every faction was tasked with a homework: bring to class a Space Marine LIEUT… edic? Nevermind folks, false alarm, Brad and Eric stubbed their toes on the professor table and shouted: MEDIC!!! I NEED A MEDIC! MEDIIIC!!! And the class misunderstood the assignment… POORHAMMER MERCH! https://orchideight.com/collections/poorhammer PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/SolelySingleton YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@thepoorhammerpodcast TWITCH: https://www.twitch.tv/poorhammer Website: https://poorhammer.libsyn.com/ RELATED TO THIS EPISODE: Grading Every Faction Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-p4AUDNDTPZPyMnEf1NHvRwb6DPOnj1M TIMESTAMPS: 00:00 Intro 01:10 MEDIIIC 02:31 Adepta Sororitas 04:35 Adeptus Custodes 05:22 Astra Militarum 07:04 Grey Knights 09:49 Adeptus Mechanicus 11:29 Imperial Agents 12:51 Imperial Knights 14:13 Space Marines 15:52 Aeldari 18:32 Harlequins 19:19 Drukhari 22:08 Genestealer Cults 23:39 Leagues of Votann 25:18 Necrons 27:07 Orks 28:19 T'au Empire 31:27 Tyranids 32:19 World Eaters 33:37 Chaos Knights 34:26 Chaos Daemons 36:21 Chaos Space Marines 37:55 Emperor's Children 38:24 Thousand Sons 40:04 Death Guard 41:29 Final Thoughts 43:15 Alright Audio Audience Our Producers for JULY: 3D Frank Aetherion Collector of Gothic thighs Blizted_Brain Brad. Whoa. Looks like the blue one just got killed by the tank.  Eric. A blue got killed by their own tank, Man, I just had the Brandon Janky BrokenReaper45 Corvus DA' BUGGY BLEW UP! DrLace Fulgrim Pegged Me In The Back Of A Cracker Barrel Geeking off the Flintstone gummies GilgameshVS Jan Geisse Kiwifruitbird Le BloupBloup mistahsquiggems Mr Festastic #WheresMikesBaneblade Nj harlan Pizza00100 thatmoiety Tzeentch tricked me into participating in Bjorns wolf orgie, as the wolf. Tzeentchpleasemakemethewolfatthenextspacewolforgy VictorianBatman Wargame Simulator Our Biggest Supporters: A Pulsating Ball of Pure Energy A Suspicious Looking Guy AbsoluteChad Addoxin Adrian Franke Alex Fuja Amdragon Amists Andreas Another hairy Sasquatch Ava Warrior Princess Bigs The Purple Necron Blubbles 180 Bobqer Carnuvex Christopher Gargagliano Chroma Veil Colin. 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Yanouri Aissa YouMaSePush Zach Campbell Zach Hoffman Zach Woudstra Zackary Stears Zak0321 Zalthulhu Zapdor Zeed Zenith ZoidTheCat Zudah You can interact with Solely Singleton by joining the hosts on discord and Twitter to give input to improve the show. Feel free to email more detailed questions and suggestions to the show's email address. Your Hosts: Brad (DrRuler) & Eric (OnekuoSora) Brad's Bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/drruler.bsky.social Eric's Bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/onekuosora.bsky.social Show Email: thepoorhammerpodcast@gmail.com Merch Website: http://www.poorhammer.com/ Edited by: Menino Berilio Show Mailing Address: PO Box 70893 Rochester Hills, MI 48307 Licensed Music Used By This Program: “Night Out” by LiQWYD CC BY “Thursday & Snow (Reprise)” by Blank & Kytt CC BY “First Class” by Peyruis CC BY “Funky Souls” by Amaria CC BY

On this week's episode, WE ARE BACK with one of the most anticipated episodes EVER! During our short break, every faction was tasked with a homework: bring to class a Space Marine LIEUT… edic? Nevermind folks, false alarm, Brad and Eric stubbed their toes on the professor table and shouted: MEDIC!!! I NEED A MEDIC! MEDIIIC!!! And the class misunderstood the assignment…   POORHAMMER MERCH! https://orchideight.com/collections/poorhammer PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/SolelySingleton YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@thepoorhammerpodcast TWITCH: https://www.twitch.tv/poorhammer Website: https://poorhammer.libsyn.com/   RELATED TO THIS EPISODE: Grading Every Faction Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-p4AUDNDTPZPyMnEf1NHvRwb6DPOnj1M   TIMESTAMPS: 00:00 Intro 01:10 MEDIIIC 02:31 Adepta Sororitas 04:35 Adeptus Custodes 05:22 Astra Militarum 07:04 Grey Knights 09:49 Adeptus Mechanicus 11:29 Imperial Agents 12:51 Imperial Knights 14:13 Space Marines 15:52 Aeldari 18:32 Harlequins 19:19 Drukhari 22:08 Genestealer Cults 23:39 Leagues of Votann 25:18 Necrons 27:07 Orks 28:19 T'au Empire 31:27 Tyranids 32:19 World Eaters 33:37 Chaos Knights 34:26 Chaos Daemons 36:21 Chaos Space Marines 37:55 Emperor's Children 38:24 Thousand Sons 40:04 Death Guard 41:29 Final Thoughts 43:15 Alright Audio Audience   Our Producers for JULY: 3D Frank Aetherion Collector of Gothic thighs Blizted_Brain Brad. Whoa. Looks like the blue one just got killed by the tank.  Eric. A blue got killed by their own tank, Man, I just had the Brandon Janky BrokenReaper45 Corvus DA' BUGGY BLEW UP! DrLace Fulgrim Pegged Me In The Back Of A Cracker Barrel Geeking off the Flintstone gummies GilgameshVS Jan Geisse Kiwifruitbird Le BloupBloup mistahsquiggems Mr Festastic #WheresMikesBaneblade Nj harlan Pizza00100 thatmoiety Tzeentch tricked me into participating in Bjorns wolf orgie, as the wolf. Tzeentchpleasemakemethewolfatthenextspacewolforgy VictorianBatman Wargame Simulator   Our Biggest Supporters: A Pulsating Ball of Pure Energy A Suspicious Looking Guy AbsoluteChad Addoxin Adrian Franke Alex Fuja Amdragon Amists Andreas Another hairy Sasquatch Ava Warrior Princess Bigs The Purple Necron Blubbles 180 Bobqer Carnuvex Christopher Gargagliano Chroma Veil Colin. 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Eddie Brill joins me to discuss watching Jackie Gleason, Ernie Kovacs, & Bill Dana as a kid; going to Emerson college; Andy Kaufman; creating a comedy major at Emerson; trying stand up, quitting, and going back four years later; running the Paper Moon Comedy Club; Fright Night; Bill Gonzalez' Cable Comedy Show; watching the '86 World Series in Boston; minor league stadiums; his dad catching Sandy Koufax; hockey; 1969 - year of 3 NY championships; friendships with Sam Kinison & Robert Schimmel; doing warm up on Saved by the Bell; Louis CK gets him job as warm up at Letterman; subbing for Alan Kalter; Dr. Katz; first warm up after 9/11; doing bits on the show; doing stand up in UK, France, and Amsterdam; Mitch Hedberg and Stephen Wright; meeting Richard Pryor, George Carlin, Rodney Dangerfield, and Redd Foxx; Flip Wilson; Police Squad; booking ventriloquists; meeting childhood crushes Farrah Fawcett & Sophia Loren; Don Rickles compliments him; appearing on Never Mind the Buzzcocks & The Jonathan Ross Show; doing a character, Jackie Shecky and being recognized by the Beastie Boys; The Chevy Chase Roast; Richard Belzer; Robert Klein; David Brenner & Joan Rivers help him hone his first Letterman appearance; Cleon Jones, Roberto Clemente, and Sid Fernandez; and eating mustard on baked potatoes

Combinando rock alternativo, batidas eletrônicas e um toque pop irresistível, o primeiro disco do Garbage chega este mês aos trinta anos. Produzido por uma banda formada por veteranos da cena (incluindo o lendário Butch Vig, produtor do Nevermind), o álbum apresentou ao mundo a voz magnética de Shirley Manson, cheia de atitude, sarcasmo e intensidade. No nosso papo neste episódio, a gente revisita esse clássico dos anos 90, comentando como a banda foi formada, os bastidores da produção, a sonoridade e, claro, um faixa a faixa com aquela análise que você, ouvinte esperta e esperto que já conhece!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Oh look; another round of unneeded "inactive voter purges" in Georgia. Nevermind that they make mistakes. Often. I gave one anecdotal example.Investigative reporter Greg Palast gave more: "...Maj. Gamaliel Turner of Columbus, Georgia, because he filed a change-of-address to get his absentee ballot while assigned by the Pentagon to California. He was one 4,000 who lost their vote to a challenge by the Georgia Republican Party on or near his military base.Then there was Christine Jordan, MLK's cousin, who put in a change of address form because, at 92, she wanted her daughter to review her mail.Then there is the case of Dr. Carry Smith, expert on voter purges, who herself was removed for cockamamy reasons. "He opines that Georgia's GOP is ensuring 2026 victory already with these tactics. ------Marjorie Taylor Greene isn't running for a Senate seat, and she announced earlier this week in a 600-plus word screed on X that she won't be running for governor either. In that rant, she railed on the "good ol' boy" network being on obstacle for her while simultaneously bragging that if she did run, she'd win. You know, overcoming that "good ol' boy" network she's upset at stunting her ascendency. She seems to believe there's this patriarchy unfairly stunting the advancement of marginalized people like women. Isn't that what D.E.I. initiatives she and her party eviscarated would mitigate?------ HOW has it flown under the radar for American political media that Donald Trump's Mar-A-Lgo had 16-year old girls working in its spa and that Jeffrey Epstein poaching such a 16-year old girl from him? Never mind that the story doesn't line up with previously revealed dates chronicling their rift; actually no, don't pass that on by. It's noteworthy. Still, Jon Stewart ribs Donald over his "poaching pouting." ------Brian O'Neill, former CIA executive and guest teacher on national security at Georgia Tech, scribed an op/ed for the Atlanta Journal Constitution insisting that Tulsi Gabbard abandoned core intelligence standards. O'Neill believes Trump's national intelligence director used her position to make politicized claims against President Barack Obama, flouting norms in intelligence accuings "officials of selectively quoting or suppressing intelligence - without acknowledging that selective citation is standard." He writes "what matters is whether the selection is transparent, justified and consistent with tradecraft, not whether every fragment appears.""Her rhetoric - 'shoddy,' 'irrefutable,' 'dubious' - wasn't the language of objective critique," O'Neill continued. "It was a prosecutorial script. That matters. Intelligence doesn't operate in absolutes."------The state Senate special election in GA-21 has but one Democrat running against a half dozen Republicans in a 'jungle primary' August 26th, and low turnout is expected, but GOP infighting could help Shigley clear the field, too. Well, a touch of that came to fruition this week, with a "hit website" (read HERE) coming out attacking one Republican candidate. The AJC reports "It accuses him of not paying his taxes, pocketing taxpayer money from a COVID-era government loan and even threatening to shoot his neighbor's dog." Woof.

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I want to scream at you But even standing at my shoulder length My eye at your chest. You'd be a million miles away Look what I make of you. I have no mistakes left and still The fate of it is that, You have my gratitude, your gracious And yet they eat away At all the things I have And maybe there'll be more of me For now the morbid days are just as caving in as Any other making that we make of it Don't thank me, Just outrank them. Banking on your every moment Effervescent, tragic endings Waiting on your every scent and center Don't disintegrate just yet And now we enter impact Stand for circumstances Do work faster Horror horror Do you know the motive of her Former engines? Motive, motive Steer the plot or rear the message m Fritter fritter Audiences get disinterested So effing quickly. Would you mild or would you mold Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon, Bread, and then tomato— Would you fear her message? Would you quick forget you're on her planet? Surely safe to know But know but knots And no but not again You bought it with your faux and auctions Hallmark cards And feathers fauxes Don't you know The faucet's only running water Oh you're hard predictable And chlorinated Oh the poison Dripping at your ways And wilting at your guilt The James The reckon gestures Reckon, Avery Severed by the check Or just the ever ending Never get there Message to a friend To just keep going When she ends it It is just another death You'll get on with it In the end Never friends. Never. Good I hate you Could you maybe Find me ugly? That's your money in my Every reaching corner Every angling cent And harsh presentations of Skin that's aging and Wages which haven't Coverage to front the Expenses, Crash diets Go broken Ugly cause you're course Everything fits But still empty on the inside I live in shredded Shambles of service But there's no gratitude My breath is only your own And this bread is my headache I haven't a sermon Or diamond Or unworthy Sex appeal And really only Ever off when Only ever on You're still demolishing the board You're still diminishing the severs Yet you neglected Each and every Crevice of this Never ending friendship— But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper For each and every person ever Just to wish one? Did it ever occur to you The circumstances you are under Live for it Or get lost There's really only porridge in her oven If the gas or turning off or over Don't turn over now The resin's covered in the Corvette. Only cause I had to Sense when is it Blood sense. Get laid Don't flinch Get paid Gold finch Get reckless I call spirits north for dinner South for lunch And up for porridge at breakfast I've passed on I've been awake You're mortal girl The one you're on is Really only such a small pond That I should think To cover up With dirt. Start over. —and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games. Worst dream ever. But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me? I'm guessing he always was! He's people are just like that All conservative, conformed— Again, it's not your fault It's just uncomfortable! Again I only ever approached it wanting to know If the l broach l fits But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her— Probably don't even got the right number Code of arms Or helm of awe, huh. Fuck, man. When's Tonight Show in hiatus Need you off the island, off In Prague And out my anus, Don't remind me I've been Jamie Lee Curtis Just recently enough That I miss it. Ugh. I know, I resent that. Find a line to draw Or fly a kite past I'm past my reckoning Just for tonight, The suffering ends Surely not enough to past the time Before my electrolytes fly in But tonight Just tonight I want to dine in my mind Or die alone Without trying to find the light— The neighbor simply seems to follow it. (At least I got her ought to not slam the door now, Police interventions, There really are cause for those.) What is a warfare! Buy me a checkmark! My question mark seems to go off a lot All for it God, You're remarkable I gift a heart or though I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis? There those eyes are again; I hate to hurt you North; But I'm no mother board Or mother ship Or Mother Earth Broke my focus long enough to call you up, But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious. Nothing's safe for us, you know. One one to call; No code of conduct– No safety in numbers, or color guard No home, and no love in our times For our kind– We're all here now And the wrong time Is all time. {Enter The Multiverse} Do you see me? I don't not see you. Well. Well. I thought there'd be more having to say. There's nothing to say. Not nothing… Nothing. Huh. —unless you say it. I've nothing to say. Then say nothing. The frog croaks, The oak leafs, The custard leaves its corridors The hark leaps The oath melts, The sworn have sworn To never mark. To no remose, To no remark; The carrier, and carry her— The fierce need, For Vegabonds, For every caper read Amen. All is spoken; And all in thought also in words All is listened And all has heard not in her form Stiff. You're horrified. You're horrifying. Sure, but— Brother— Broken— Nothing that I've never heard before Capable. Half-friend. Northerner. Cape cod. Hamptons. Fair straights. Ancient. Sacred. R I T U A L S LEGENDS: R I T U A L S OH GOD. No! NO! NO! It just keeps going! Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over. You were invoked. I was implicated. Fun fact: Here's the thing. You were murdered. Ah, gains. Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens? Cause you don't. This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of— STEPHEN COLBERT enters. *shattered. Shithead. STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered. —I was shattered when I heard about it. What's that? Never you mind. I didn't— I just— asked. He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided. Capable. And still there's nowhere In here The city we share I can go To make the sound Eager to leave my soul As how I know you. Awkward! Just wait. You've been betrayed! I— know that already. Is this your card? {Enter The Multiverse} GET OFF THE TRAIN. — Lil bitz Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty. Why. You never look innocent at all. If something went down — I know it was you. Hide a lie; Can't hide a lie Can't tell a tell Can't roll the ball Can't bowl the strike Can't run at all Can't fool the hare Can't skin the cat Can't dance a bit Don't row the boat Can't play the role Don't know the tune Can't trim the tree Can't hold the bowl Can't kill the fowl Don't tell the tale. Hide a lie. Run a mile Taste the bile Fill the basket Now you're moron Now you're mortal That's immoral Jimmy Fallon —that's a turtle. Tell the lie. Hide the fold. Kill the curse; Sail the ark Fill the void Hate the gap Kill the king Tell the tale Tell a lie Hide the [The Festival Project ™] knife. In for life, or what? Info wars at most. Live to tell the tale? Learn to spike the punch Learn to punch the wall Lean up on the door Learn to most of all Shut the fuck up Keep your mouth shut I love New York Give the bad news Put a smile on Oh you gotta love it I get close to nothing once a month And then come back To pull the puffer out the dragon Goddammit what you want me for I learned another lesson Don't devour her All I wanted was Just a sour odor Give the last call I go heroin blind For heroine times And by the time it all gets darker I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in Permanent marker. ugh. Fuck you. Fuck The Doors. Fuck your chorus. Fuck your archer. Fuck, you found I. I all for her, Shoot the wombat; —But the door shuts on its own Without it getting harder, now. Don't it? Donut. i don't— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Okay. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Can I contour? Not even one episode Or epicenter Even for a lonely I got the warning For your magnitude before So what you want It's just a test Pacific coast Or night crawler Nightmare or Nightfall You swore you won't I do desire not a lover But a hand to hold And father for my own So. Shove it up your Probably want a I don't need disaster warning What you wanted Limoncello Light waves And light gave a damn I have a dance I cave to for And there you are Just a horrible oar, Now I row the boat But you don't disaster Nor could you decide to divorce her Even if I ever worked At Art gallery Organizers God, you wore her sweater Just to make it all seem rather backwards If perchance I ran my hand just over All the soft Love in the world Are you not a dozen roses? To far my flames I gave you my heart Flower Done moving Don't moon Did you really pay the neighbor Just to hate me Haven't you heard On our earth There's turf war? So far, white doves But no lost wolves, Poor pigeons, following Of course you were hard wired I hate not once But all times the hurt Each time I struck Sure I want for California And Equinox saunas And then no more do I run the tub! But for now as I soak and the roach prowls, I get my motion under the water, Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk? Likely or lite brawl Sire, You care to hard work But you desire awful I was right in all forms Now I die here Your knife and all you are Feels right as blood pours out I want but only suffer Your call could only burden My tie to fall a lark Cries Out In To Her Arms you fall and I desire I desire I now Have a heart to cry I died, sir. You won. How awful. Just a nugget of truth, This window of lies, A mask so broken And yet in the cracks there, my mirror My shadow My hard times Out to work And off to war And what you wanted No, not outside Inside love But nevermind that Now the blood pours out and sweet, I thank to this relief and finally Rest, I. No longer shall I mourn your love to not And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood And dear far cry, Dear boy you, Wait to know me in again another There came and withered and your force Now knows mine, Never end and tethered, There I wait, then Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in Your pure, Decency. I have strike and so wait my end; And you, go on, Now without my voice. A harp. Welcome to Ecuador. What are you doing here? I grow bananas. Every once in awhile I have you over For a cocktail Or five. Every night I tighten my eyes on you, Thoughts. Every space in time Is just a collar Dog A bark. Every time you call I still come over Though you do not want, I opposite. You see, You are time. I see you now, God. I feel your heart, I Can involve My lips quaking Your worried me My fall, right? Why— I belong in your eye, Why, Heart my home, I, Never go. Never not. Bullet to a gun For to wish I'm not awake And to dream though seek, I call And to worry Wishes swimming Thunder rolls and Hard I fall So wait and weather Weather storm And feather. You know I'm locked, and fault Too consumed by news cameras Noise tied around my, Neck your beck and call My battered back And there is she All I am not And movement, You controller Red and virtuous Are thy neither my friend, Nor foe, Nor narrow and the neck, dripping The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow Your wish is my make her I make thy for glory She the golden trophy, Truth, you will not with, These, you will decanter Encounter; or I slay you in my motion I say your name and sheild thy slain And there you are, a force And here she comes, a brain My greying matter; Your Tuesday, Wednesday She fears me not One, two, four blue eyes I'm nothing now Six blondes, four heartaches I rung, you wanted I eat, you shatter I starve, you know me Then in the waste My waist till not your honor And so, I go And she And she And she And she Eighty five and one divine But all are yours And yours are mine So then. We have killed her. And there, she lay slain, And ye, we rejoice And yet, we became To seize, none has not To breathe, yet remains— The truth comes our time, As body decays. Fuck. I don't think that was it. Nevermind. *fixed it . {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.

I want to scream at you But even standing at my shoulder length My eye at your chest. You'd be a million miles away Look what I make of you. I have no mistakes left and still The fate of it is that, You have my gratitude, your gracious And yet they eat away At all the things I have And maybe there'll be more of me For now the morbid days are just as caving in as Any other making that we make of it Don't thank me, Just outrank them. Banking on your every moment Effervescent, tragic endings Waiting on your every scent and center Don't disintegrate just yet And now we enter impact Stand for circumstances Do work faster Horror horror Do you know the motive of her Former engines? Motive, motive Steer the plot or rear the message m Fritter fritter Audiences get disinterested So effing quickly. Would you mild or would you mold Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon, Bread, and then tomato— Would you fear her message? Would you quick forget you're on her planet? Surely safe to know But know but knots And no but not again You bought it with your faux and auctions Hallmark cards And feathers fauxes Don't you know The faucet's only running water Oh you're hard predictable And chlorinated Oh the poison Dripping at your ways And wilting at your guilt The James The reckon gestures Reckon, Avery Severed by the check Or just the ever ending Never get there Message to a friend To just keep going When she ends it It is just another death You'll get on with it In the end Never friends. Never. Good I hate you Could you maybe Find me ugly? That's your money in my Every reaching corner Every angling cent And harsh presentations of Skin that's aging and Wages which haven't Coverage to front the Expenses, Crash diets Go broken Ugly cause you're course Everything fits But still empty on the inside I live in shredded Shambles of service But there's no gratitude My breath is only your own And this bread is my headache I haven't a sermon Or diamond Or unworthy Sex appeal And really only Ever off when Only ever on You're still demolishing the board You're still diminishing the severs Yet you neglected Each and every Crevice of this Never ending friendship— But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper For each and every person ever Just to wish one? Did it ever occur to you The circumstances you are under r Live for it Or get lost There's really only porridge in her oven If the gas or turning off or over Don't turn over now The resin's covered in the Corvette. Only cause I had to Sense when is it Blood sense. Get laid Don't flinch Get paid Gold finch Get reckless I call spirits north for dinner South for lunch And up for porridge at breakfast I've passed on I've been awake You're mortal girl The one you're on is Really only such a small pond That I should think To cover up With dirt. Start over. —and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games. Worst dream ever. But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me? I'm guessing he always was! He's people are just like that All conservative, conformed— Again, it's not your fault It's just uncomfortable! Again I only ever approached it wanting to know If the l broach l fits But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her— Probably don't even got the right number Code of arms Or helm of awe, huh. Fuck, man. When's Tonight Show in hiatus Need you off the island, off In Prague And out my anus, Don't remind me I've been Jamie Lee Curtis Just recently enough That I miss it. Ugh. I know, I resent that. Find a line to draw Or fly a kite past I'm past my reckoning Just for tonight, The suffering ends Surely not enough to past the time Before my electrolytes fly in But tonight Just tonight I want to dine in my mind Or die alone Without trying to find the light— The neighbor simply seems to follow it. (At least I got her ought to not slam the door now, Police interventions, There really are cause for those.) What is a warfare! Buy me a checkmark! My question mark seems to go off a lot All for it God, You're remarkable I gift a heart or though I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis? There those eyes are again; I hate to hurt you North; But I'm no mother board Or mother ship Or Mother Earth Broke my focus long enough to call you up, But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious. Nothing's safe for us, you know. One one to call; No code of conduct– No safety in numbers, or color guard No home, and no love in our times For our kind– We're all here now And the wrong time Is all time. {Enter The Multiverse} Do you see me? I don't not see you. Well. Well. I thought there'd be more having to say. There's nothing to say. Not nothing… Nothing. Huh. —unless you say it. I've nothing to say. Then say nothing. The frog croaks, The oak leafs, The custard leaves its corridors The hark leaps The oath melts, The sworn have sworn To never mark. To no remose, To no remark; The carrier, and carry her— The fierce need, For Vegabonds, For every caper read Amen. All is spoken; And all in thought also in words All is listened And all has heard not in her form Stiff. You're horrified. You're horrifying. Sure, but— Brother— Broken— Nothing that I've never heard before Capable. Half-friend. Northerner. Cape cod. Hamptons. Fair straights. Ancient. Sacred. R I T U A L S LEGENDS: R I T U A L S OH GOD. No! NO! NO! It just keeps going! Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over. You were invoked. I was implicated. Fun fact: Here's the thing. You were murdered. Ah, gains. Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens? Cause you don't. This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of— STEPHEN COLBERT enters. *shattered. Shithead. STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered. —I was shattered when I heard about it. What's that? Never you mind. I didn't— I just— asked. He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided. Capable. And still there's nowhere In here The city we share I can go To make the sound Eager to leave my soul As how I know you. Awkward! Just wait. You've been betrayed! I— know that already. Is this your card? {Enter The Multiverse} GET OFF THE TRAIN. — Lil bitz Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty. Why. You never look innocent at all. If something went down — I know it was you. Hide a lie; Can't hide a lie Can't tell a tell Can't roll the ball Can't bowl the strike Can't run at all Can't fool the hare Can't skin the cat Can't dance a bit Don't row the boat Can't play the role Don't know the tune Can't trim the tree Can't hold the bowl Can't kill the fowl Don't tell the tale. Hide a lie. Run a mile Taste the bile Fill the basket Now you're moron Now you're mortal That's immoral Jimmy Fallon —that's a turtle. Tell the lie. Hide the fold. Kill the curse; Sail the ark Fill the void Hate the gap Kill the king Tell the tale Tell a lie Hide the [The Festival Project ™] knife. In for life, or what? Info wars at most. Live to tell the tale? Learn to spike the punch Learn to punch the wall Lean up on the door Learn to most of all Shut the fuck up Keep your mouth shut I love New York Give the bad news Put a smile on Oh you gotta love it I get close to nothing once a month And then come back To pull the puffer out the dragon Goddammit what you want me for I learned another lesson Don't devour her All I wanted was Just a sour odor Give the last call I go heroin blind For heroine times And by the time it all gets darker I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in Permanent marker. ugh. Fuck you. Fuck The Doors. Fuck your chorus. Fuck your archer. Fuck, you found I. I all for her, Shoot the wombat; —But the door shuts on its own Without it getting harder, now. Don't it? Donut. i don't— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Okay. I— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I— Belt Buckle Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Belt buckle. I don't— Belt buckle— Belt buckle. Belt buckle. Can I contour? Not even one episode Or epicenter Even for a lonely I got the warning For your magnitude before So what you want It's just a test Pacific coast Or night crawler Nightmare or Nightfall You swore you won't I do desire not a lover But a hand to hold And father for my own So. Shove it up your Probably want a I don't need disaster warning What you wanted Limoncello Light waves And light gave a damn I have a dance I cave to for And there you are Just a horrible oar, Now I row the boat But you don't disaster Nor could you decide to divorce her Even if I ever worked At Art gallery Organizers God, you wore her sweater Just to make it all seem rather backwards If perchance I ran my hand just over All the soft Love in the world Are you not a dozen roses? To far my flames I gave you my heart Flower Done moving Don't moon Did you really pay the neighbor Just to hate me Haven't you heard On our earth There's turf war? So far, white doves But no lost wolves, Poor pigeons, following Of course you were hard wired I hate not once But all times the hurt Each time I struck Sure I want for California And Equinox saunas And then no more do I run the tub! But for now as I soak and the roach prowls, I get my motion under the water, Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk? Likely or lite brawl Sire, You care to hard work But you desire awful I was right in all forms Now I die here Your knife and all you are Feels right as blood pours out I want but only suffer Your call could only burden My tie to fall a lark Cries Out In To Her Arms you fall and I desire I desire I now Have a heart to cry I died, sir. You won. How awful. Just a nugget of truth, This window of lies, A mask so broken And yet in the cracks there, my mirror My shadow My hard times Out to work And off to war And what you wanted No, not outside Inside love But nevermind that Now the blood pours out and sweet, I thank to this relief and finally Rest, I. No longer shall I mourn your love to not And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood And dear far cry, Dear boy you, Wait to know me in again another There came and withered and your force Now knows mine, Never end and tethered, There I wait, then Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in Your pure, Decency. I have strike and so wait my end; And you, go on, Now without my voice. A harp. Welcome to Ecuador. What are you doing here? I grow bananas. Every once in awhile I have you over For a cocktail Or five. Every night I tighten my eyes on you, Thoughts. Every space in time Is just a collar Dog A bark. Every time you call I still come over Though you do not want, I opposite. You see, You are time. I see you now, God. I feel your heart, I Can involve My lips quaking Your worried me My fall, right? Why— I belong in your eye, Why, Heart my home, I, Never go. Never not. Bullet to a gun For to wish I'm not awake And to dream though seek, I call And to worry Wishes swimming Thunder rolls and Hard I fall So wait and weather Weather storm And feather. You know I'm locked, and fault Too consumed by news cameras Noise tied around my, Neck your beck and call My battered back And there is she All I am not And movement, You controller Red and virtuous Are thy neither my friend, Nor foe, Nor narrow and the neck, dripping The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow Your wish is my make her I make thy for glory She the golden trophy, Truth, you will not with, These, you will decanter Encounter; or I slay you in my motion I say your name and sheild thy slain And there you are, a force And here she comes, a brain My greying matter; Your Tuesday, Wednesday She fears me not One, two, four blue eyes I'm nothing now Six blondes, four heartaches I rung, you wanted I eat, you shatter I starve, you know me Then in the waste My waist till not your honor And so, I go And she And she And she And she Eighty five and one divine But all are yours And yours are mine So then. We have killed her. And there, she lay slain, And ye, we rejoice And yet, we became To seize, none has not To breathe, yet remains— The truth comes our time, As body decays. Fuck. I don't think that was it. Nevermind. *fixed it . {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.

The McGuigan Brothers dive into Nevermind, the album that flipped the music table in 1991 and never looked back. From the quiet-loud explosions of “Teen Spirit” to the raw ache of “Something in the Way,” we go track by track through the record that reprogrammed pop culture.Matthew's Headphones Moment tunes into the smallest details. Ryan's A&R Guy wonders if a shower is in order. We debate MVPs, spot the Lennon moments, and uncover the Beatles-in-Ed-Sullivan effect hidden inside grunge's ugliest masterpiece. And as always…what will Kate think of Nevermind?Come as you are, just maybe not to a pay-to-play club.

survivor winner kyle fraser joins veronika and (the other) kyle on the couch to answer all the important questions: would veronika survive on the island? can you trust anyone post-survivor? will we ever see our own kyle's survivor audition tape? then it's a nerdy deep dive into adventure time, ghibli, and writing your own story- literally! all on this special survivor-headz episode of nevermind! kyle fraser: @kylefrasr https://www.instagram.com/kylefrasr/ Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

Rosa Antunez Boatwright, an immigrant from Honduras, was excited to attend community college in her new Florida home – until the college rescinded its acceptance because of her immigration status. Fast forward years later. Today, she is a personal injury attorney at the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin and the incoming chair of NCAJ's Hispanic/Latino Legal Issues Division. In this conversation with host Amber Nimocks, Rosa explains how national and local legislation affecting the Hispanic community means that all lawyers need to be “on our toes.” “If we need to get together next week because of something that happened this week, we need to be able to do that and have those open discussions,” she says. Tune in to learn about Rosa's journey from Honduras, her path from paralegal to lawyer, and her experience as an NCAJ NEXT Leadership Program fellow.

kyle and veronika once again chop it up- this time with the fabulously funny haley stiel... and can we just say she's on one today. a rip roaring peanut-butter-hakey-time adventure unfolds including a big breakup, single-girl london escapades, and lot's of laughs. just another classic episode of nevermind! haley: @haleyuka https://www.instagram.com/haleyuka Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

Stephen and Mark change locations to the outdoor studio (Mark's backyard) where they almost get destroyed by a fast moving thunderstorm. They almost saw their recording equipment get blown away like little Toto in the basket. Because I bless the rains down in Africa. Because it puts the lotion in the basket. Wait. No. That's a Wizard of Oz reference. Nevermind. Scratch those last two parts. It's all in the name of books and bourbon, two things we know they can't resist, or shut up about. In this episode, the brothers from other mothers will talk about what they've already talked about up until...well....now.  Right now.  Not then. Just make sure you start listening to it SOON.   Tonight's beverage selection is from a local Chicago distiller and a local Chicago rock legend. FEW Smashing Pumpkins Straight Bourbon Whiskey with Madame Zuzu's Midnight Rose Tea.   FEW Spirits – Fortune Fancies The Bold

Make no mistake - the Justice Department is actively fostering Trump's authoritarian regime and increasingly rewarding loyalty over legality. Between the blatant partisanship, abuse of the shadow docket, the cuts to the Department of Education and Emil Bove's nomination - where has our justice gone? Dahlia Lithwick joins David Rothkopf and Norm Ornstein to discuss the erosion of our democracy and more. Looking for More from the DSR Network? Click Here: https://linktr.ee/deepstateradio Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Make no mistake - the Justice Department is actively fostering Trump's authoritarian regime and increasingly rewarding loyalty over legality. Between the blatant partisanship, abuse of the shadow docket, the cuts to the Department of Education and Emil Bove's nomination - where has our justice gone? Dahlia Lithwick joins David Rothkopf and Norm Ornstein to discuss the erosion of our democracy and more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Make no mistake - the Justice Department is actively fostering Trump's authoritarian regime and increasingly rewarding loyalty over legality. Between the blatant partisanship, abuse of the shadow docket, the cuts to the Department of Education and Emil Bove's nomination - where has our justice gone? Dahlia Lithwick joins David Rothkopf and Norm Ornstein to discuss the erosion of our democracy and more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“Look what they eye unearthed,” leaning into the tip of my ear with the warmth and closeness of the coming waves, high tide approaching in the waning moon. “More secrets.” I replied. It was a question but also a statement— there was never such as this the luminescent trace of the glowing lava that was his force and might that I could not see for miles before he would even wander— first in twinkling stars and then later the wind itself and the birds, and then beneath the waves, like the quaking shake of a mighty oak anchored elsewhere and tied to the sea. “So you know.” I was hoping he would kill me before the next time I had to ever really know anything. He was the subject, and the predicate The wrong done, and the justice She was the pride and the prejudice But Judas brings the law Did you look in the box? No, I– [The Box Is The Box] –No, I haven't. Nearly three nights ago, a mysterious box arrived on the doorstep of an equally mysterious writer, who spends their time in isolation due to the often unannounced arrival of various ghosts, spirits, time travelers, and other figures by instant teleportation and other magical forms of transportation into their shabby New York apartment. Some of ya'll got so many air wick plug ins and scentci wax melts you don't know you smell like booboo. It's an illusion. You leave your house, You smell like booboo. I promise. Oh, God, I think I need a drink. Are you alright? Let me just–sit down for a second. Of course. My God. What's wrong. Look, i'm not supposed to say anything about this but. What's wrong? It's nothing, I'm just–I'm in a song. …what? A song! Is that all?! You don't understand. It's not a normal kind of song. It's– [takes a puff of inhaler] You wouldn't understand. Well what's so wrong about being in a song? Its not – a regular song–and it's not [gasping] finished! I still kind of wanted to be a comedian–but I knew I wasn't funny in the way that made sense to keep going and stand up there. I was still writing comedy, but I didn't know how to take myself out of it–the truth was, I was in a lot of pain. A lot of emotional pain that was becoming physical–and I didn't know what to do about it to break the barrier of nervousness and blank slate state of feeling the audience's perceptions of me more overwhelmingly than ever feeling myself. look at this song. I know huh. It's purple. Every time. It is purple. And what is that. Like a muted trombone? IS THAT A TROMBONE? Or a tuba? No, it has to be a trombone…becasue you can hear it slide– And that's what that sound is. What a sneaky rabbit. Super sneaky rabbit. So if i can see all this, I'm almost certainly sure the motorcycles outside and the slamming doors are meant to murder me. I'm sure that's what it is. You ever notice how being broke in New York makes you a bad person? Like, if you're broke, you're just automatically shitty. I never meant to be in New York broke. I never meant to be in New York, But I certainly never meant to be here and be poor, Poor in New York? Automatically a shitty person. Despite how you act. You can be a rich piece of shit— But the status is automatically “You got dough? Oh, alright. Carry on” That's the attitude in New York City. Crap people get by cause they got their hands on some money and the rules in New York say it doesn't really matter how you come by it, As long as you come by it. There's no real rules or real laws to it— Just “Get the money” Well god damn. This makes me nervous. I'm an artist. I've tried everything. I didn't mean to be the automatic enemy here. Of course not. But New York is a terrifying place to me, now, Cause I realized I can be a very sweet, very humble, very honest person— And that kind of shit doesn't matter here, really. It brings you no respect to be decent. It's about the money. So I'm a musician— which in New York also makes me like, Automatically not special, And I'm trying to just be a musician, and so naturally, I'm broke. Like broke in half. Like all my bills are late. But music is my solace. So I'm listening to music, And I'm listening to a song that is so beautiful, that I start to cry. The first time I heard it, it made me cry And I'm listening to it over, and it made me cry And it's so beautiful, and God is so beautiful And look at what God did, So I'm crying, And I don't even know what it is about the beauty of it that's making me cry, But it's making me cry, And New York hears me crying And New York goes “I'll give you something to cry about” And I open my email And there's a bill from my landlord reminding me how often I'm talked about due to my late payments— And I'm realizing I've been here two years and I still don't have any money, Even though I've been trying and trying And trying So now I'm crying for other reasons. Thanks a lot, New York. “I'll give you something to cry about” So I did. If there's anything worse than being black in a city that hates blacks— It's being broke in a city that hates broke people. So I haven't spent any money in awhile. Not even on little things, or things I need. I just stay inside, and work, and think And try and really try To figure out how to make money Without having any, or spending any. Cause you can have it, and spend it, but it's always a gamble. Maybe all I needed was a good cry. But now it's not for the right reasons I'm not crying cause something is so beautiful and look at what God did I'm crying because of what I'm sure is just the devil I'm crying for the wrong things Not because of something that's so very beautiful But because of something that's so very ugly With just a wave of the hand And the flick of each finger as it rolls into a crisp closed palm, A flick of birds fell to the ground, bursting with caws Below his stance, and in a flutter of feathers and wings, The evil master, unmoved and untouched, Untouchable in his weight and glory, simply only even mildly and barely smirks at all. He has defeated all and still somehow, not won. Some say it's sure to come, the thing that wants and gathers ties; Some say surely it is yet but withered and then sure again will come It has, five times, and barely waded, Waking in the midsts of my pure eye, The morning light and fog, aye? Ye, they remembers none but our Art, And I'm bound as sure by wing and force Is you to dozens of masses, And ships having sailed but one, Which I have flourished and kept And stocked with these, the masses And yea having spade, and having friends And having honor, there was none past kept and mine, sured; And wicked may as wicked be but evil none truer thou nones't had yet pured, and muted and gathered, I have, And woken and laid and barren and truths do'st tied, And there have been shooken and wait, And m faire'd and barred here, and hereforth My duty it is to forward, forward, my shallows For my shadow, For my golden hour has shined and now you, These caged shall fly, And these thoughts shall sing, And these hour conspired to miss my time daily, And these things, beytraying that— There have no times at all, These walls in holy temples kept, swaying and cadences, and wearing, and weary, And foreign and ayered, aye— and armored. And he, you, does not wish to know but also has known— and does not wish to see, but he, too has blinded, and does not wish to betray, and yet has been crowned, made with guilt and also Shattered, as it was, And shatters, as it came, the wave o'er all us and tide sinking under, and caves and rebels and heart laid bare to surf not suffer, Nor cap nor keeping, nor tied nor honor, No, honor her; No honor came and I have tied also, this tie to mine, and another, and another and another Now forward. Forward! Forward! Damn, Conan's monologues he going deep. Yeah, I guess. He's fine, right? Look, you don't need this. Just promise me. I am sorry. Mr Jimmy has it good, too good Little sister doesn't have a heart. But didn't know it Mister music made it in the industry, too hat Mister rager had a sip at dinner It was all dramatic Stars went falling Crashing down and All it is Ms. Martha Is mismanagement of energy All it is, Ms. Margret is a magnet And it hasn't happened badly since I had a handle on it But I still get sick of madness And I still get sick with city sickness Still, forget the dancer I was sitting on the show, In the audience With my mother, Oh the models, Dozens of them Blondes and ballet buns, the brunettes I was just a lost cause And I wanted it all, the tux and the bow tie I wanted you gone so I looked at it harder Until It became nothing but Clouds in the sky You were stardust I'm a comet Here comes crashing, Had to find the progress report Then I lost it Soggy in the sideways rain It was days and days Do you promise? That's a concept? Do you promise God will be alright, Cause I came running Sent them under cover Sent the men a message Send the man a hammer Sitting in a hammock No one homes the hostile If you don't have anything nice to say Then don't say anything at all And certainly don't come and go As often as you want to It's a game of control; you know The whites, when they still want to own you Somehow I'm all sub so honest, I just—wanted that But only for a man and never bow to another woman Even if on my honor I found us as equals And no one walks the earth as calmly As someone whose never had their lights out Or had their light put out Or their lights turned off Who are God now? Who's our God, man? Who's our God, Math. That's heavy weight, And if you want a biblical fate This is Fallon, And if you watch what you ate You cut calories And if you want the girl back Give it Californian And I'm not towrth much more Than the project housing, Or a handful of candy corn, Conan— But I phone in Oscars, Still no nuts for the rabbit, And if you wanted the bunker back— You can have it. I'm all hands down in a game of poker Heaven doesn't want it Gotta get drunk not once, but at all the goalposts, Gotta count one, not two, the show hosts Too few car parts Wicked, mazes, starfold, gazes Wishes, Martyred. (But pronounced mar-tired} V.O I think about jay Leno a lot. Lately, anyway. I don't know why. I like all the hosts. Somebody. Tell me why Dillon Francis looks like JD Vance. I think he's a clone. Tel me why I know who JD Vance is. They're clones. Tell me why. Back to the future here and now So. Where do you want to go? Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here is kind of far, are you sure you're up for it? Good one, doc Though head of the alumni chapter of the cult-within a cult—to which each African American cast member of Saturday night live is automatically inducted into— EDDIE MURPHY refuses to participate in the group's latest and most complicated ritual. Delivery. Uh, I didn't order any— Breadsticks. What. Breadsticks. I didn't order any— Just— The delivery man hands over the breadsticks. —take them. Oh…Kay. See ya. The delivery man reaches in and shuts the door himself. Uh… Lol is this the one where the mysterious breadsticks are delivered without ever being ordered, and then they end up being the best breadsticks in the world, but they don't know where they came from? Yes. I think so. Lol I bought a planner because so much I loved Joan Rivers, and I planned to fill it with all the places I should go— because keeping anything digital online was not only not working as far as remembering places I wanted or needed to be be, but it was dangerous, also. I was already being tracked, and I couldn't afford a new phone just yet. Eventually, but for now I was stuck to the same signal— which meant the same traces and the same trackers they had been limiting my under-the-radar mystique. As it were, somebody always knew where I was, and it was in the most unpleasant way so far—the only thing I really wandered was what made me so important anyway to begin with. I wasn't actually political in anyway, and still someone seemed to be trying to derail my life… or at least control it, neither of which was beneficial for me in the way that made sense. I wasn't having any fun, nor did I consider living indoors as payment— especially since indoors, there were also paid plants and stalkers, and now that I had begun to more meticulously document the things that were happening, it was easy to separate from delusions. I was actually being followed— but why? Either way, having a detailed. Calendar of places I could go, the ways to get there and even alternate functions within the same grid allowed more control than just staying in my apartment a sitting duck; that's how they were hurting me. They knew where I was— all the time, and it no longer made sense to fight it and try to make music under this kind of insane irritation; the music I was making wasn't the kind I wanted anyway, and whatever war they were fighting with m stark white girls motorcycles was simply not my war. I didn't have a war, and so there wasn't a fight, and so at the very least if I were going to be fucked with, it would have to be in public; that way I had more control to steer whatever was happening in my favor and collect the energy as mine instead of lost. I wasn't an insane person— but what had been happening at my apartment was insane, and so I left it with the understanding that these people worked and operated on a level of violence and ignorance I would never be able to comprehend; they were simply tools for the devil, which in any case, was always the lesser than God. However— because I was starting to figure out who I was, and that I had some sort of power, I knew that I was going to be attacked— because it seemed my power had at the very least not been figured out as to some kind of way to make somebody else money. I had been studying Michael Jackson and this was a key indication that the way his talent priovided a power which would be used as a service, he was very successful. His talent and training alone wouldn't have reapresented with such great reverence the ability to capture a global audience as such— but it was this power, almost as if it had been bottled up and altered, rebranded and sold and labeled with something everyone could not only love and understand, but by the hand of the media and its conglomerates, be hypnotized to worship, and this power simply put would not have been exactly what it was were it not for the eye of the media remaining in complete control of its distribution to the eyes and ears of the public. This thing which might have been the first of its kind but certainly not the last was in a sense model for modern superstardom— the live concert business had not sense much changed but built upon this super powered control of the masses by assimilation, spectacle, and of course the magic and illusion. But, and it it just so happened to perfectly brush up against my studies in esoteric knowledge that I happened to rub up against this— although nothing was of course by mere circumstance anymore, because whether or not I remained incognito was a wash, and I was being looked at by someone no matter what on the internet I did, or where I decided to go and in that sense was being fed these things, and yet with some Grace of God was allowed with it to be aligned with my own higher purpose in a way, I could observe that Michael Jackson was not in fact of course certainly just a dancer or singer or remarkable performer— he was truly a magician, and I was able to clearly recognize this language with with the energy that had used his vehicle for such a projection was speaking— not only this, I was able to clearly count out the markings and sigils and signs and symbols Michael was making in his movement; ancient arts, and magical symbols, traced so rapidly that it almost created a heat signature in a sense of the symbols that were being dictated, unknowing to the untrained eye. For the most part, I could only really assume that this is why these people were losing their minds— in his movements, Michael Jackson was literally carving ancient callings, glyphs and sigils I had so recently read about in magical studies that it was impossible not to laugh. This was in every sense of the word, ‘magic' but not in the normal way one assumes to be something unexplainable. Michael Jackson was casting spells to thousands of people at a time, in front of cameras and at high volume vibration, often times even implementing the use of light, color, and fire. These were not simple gatherings in mass for entertainment purposes— these were rituals, and in the modern day, still were or are— but I had noticed in a quick glimpse, from Michael Jackson 30 some odd years ago to Lady Gaga just having passed something like a week ago to an audience of the same size— that something was kind of wrong, now. The people had changed, and the specable had been done over and over, and the brainwashing of the masses had in a sense been almost complete— and so It wasn't some sense of confusion or unknowing the things that were happening to me in my own life and my own world— I too, was capable of these things, at that capacity, and had simply not been trained in the same sense of the ideal superstar, however— the things that were happening in my own life and in my own world were not difficult to grasp or understand— when one comes upon a power as such, it finds means to seek to control it and harness it for his own use and purposes. Perhaps it was the simple fact that in this way, in the way I get the dream had gone and the spectacle had been played out of the masses and the illusion was no longer as such— that the actual knowledge of distinct ancient wisdom that had been Michael Jackson's natural ability was distinguishable from that of Lady Gaga's training in the same formula, and that one did not equal the other, but in terms of business could equal to that as such as the masses had been manipulated to seek solace in these same things— and it was not illusion or grandiosity that I, even in my agingness, was still capable of these things; I had no doubt in my mind that I could sing and dance for two hours to audiences of hundreds of thousands— but this was not the question for the business or the media— the question was, would hundreds of thousands pay to see me, or rather— who was willing to front the means to hypnotize hundreds of people to become aware of me so that they would do such a thing. My talent and capabilities were undeniable— but my markatability might have been in question, because it was no longer simply a matter or chance or luck: the people chosen to figure such spectacle were chosen, hand selected and well trained to become media conglomerate superstars, even regardless of talent; perhaps this itself was the key indication that the world of the superstar itself had come to an end—it was no longer so much of a spectacle was worth it. Or, perhaps, because money had come between these ancient arts and symbols and languages being spoken by the superstars of old, that the magic in the literal sense had gone all the way away. The symbolism in the art had died, and so the singing and the dancing remained, but the God had gone out of it. Maybe that was the difference. The superstars of today were just the shell of the model that had been built on God, but the Godsense of it was no longer there— and so the magic no longer remained in effect, as the powers of magic that be are in all ancient arts and texts and forms attributive to The Source. Either way, I wasn't going to continue to be a sitting duck in my apartment in Brooklyn— there were too many indications that it had all been a setup from the shelter to the day I moved in, with the motorcycles and cars and CBS studios one block away. So the real and only question was, what exactly had been played at and who exactly was pulling the strings? I might at this point become a loose cannon: my son was estranged and as far as the people were concerned, I mostly hated New York— because the refined, clean cut and classy people I liked and wanted to be around saw me as the dirt and the grime I was fighting my way through just to simply exist— in my mind, this was a world that could be no more. I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress Keep writing I never thought I ‘d see the day Where i's taking lessons on Fallon From Michael Jackson That's ran That's a fan This is fame I'm insane I'm insane That's a fan Light the flame That's a fan. That's a fan. I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I went up the rack, set the page on fire Nordstrom rack And I might take it back for the cash I like Sara in a dress Stay repressed Keep it dark If you kiss don't tell I will probably go to hell for just writing Try it In black ink, I got all spades, Ehy, Spare me the ridicule, the imbecile and I met Johnny in a cage I like Fallon in a dress, Obsessive, I'm dressed out Every day I leave where I do not live Where stalker crawl and haunt me Just to show the motorcycles Have desheveled my intelligence into Nothing And so with negligence, I leave the core of a rotting apple The foreign words of a doctor And You must call the king, says something far off But I wonder which one I wonder which one I so respect her honor That I no longer Follow my heart or my soul And I don't shallow But shatter to swallow So I let the sparrow Out of the cage I bought Sara A pair of pants And I haunt l Patrick Kirkpatrick in patches And haven't you read yet You're ready for forget the pageant? It hasn't happened yet! I love Sara in a dress I hate Fallon and his wife Keep the kids out if it Skull and crossbones Cross my heart and Really hope to the loveless Or else Someone might call my phone back It's on silent in my coffin Or wait— It's on vibrate. I'm obsessed with the way You're dressed And the name on your checks I guess I'm better for it I'll skip lunch if you think that's what's best And dinner, too If you deserve the best Then better have learned my lesson No sweat And to do, With you, Was then, Dinner through next supper All the love I had was Rubbed into something other than The glass I patted dry With microfiber With ever fiber of my being I want to be with you I should have just— Died, And then Did, and so next Life, Remind me not to Fall for it If i really wanted to know you,I would know you by now– If i wanted to have you? I would have had you already Nobody is a dancer after Michael Jackson. I just watched some shit that was like “What the fuck did I just see” The whole thing was just not right. It was-/ I was like First of all, it's Munich, 1997. I never really realized how terribly the world has changed; No cellphones, but the audience is lit, And the crazy thing is, you can tell that this is near the turn of the century because, when the camera is panning by the audience in the people, they're not looking directly into the camera or waving at the camera— not really. And clearly this is an all ages show, so there's children, so the interesting thing I'm finding out is that nobody's trained to look at the camera and wave and smile— except the babies on shoulders and shit. These kids— they're my age now, are the only ones that see the camera, and they look directly into the shit. Mi still can't do that, really— I'm theatrically trained. Haha If I see a camera, I try to act ‘natural' It's the weirdest thing to look at a camera and just start to work it. People at festivals now, the camera rolls by, Or the drone flies in, And they look deadass in the camera and start to work it. Not at this show. Munich 1997, I'm like “Damn, a lot of things is wrong with this” First of all, I love Michael Jackson, I look directly at this man, and I'm in my dirty peak so I have an instant— like a sex detector thing going on And I know people gave Michael a hard time when he was a live for being fruity and whatever But I'm looking at this dude, and I don't see fruit at all. I see 100% man. I see why people were mad at him. Cause I'm looking at this dude, 100% All I see is carnal, primal man. I'm like, “Yo, I see why they was mad at him” Because the camera kept panning to the audience And these people are losing their minds. They are coming out of themselves. They are UGLY CRYING, full out of body, Losing composure They don't know what to do. That's Michael Jackson. He's right there! And the place is huge so really besides these few hundreds of people in the front, Michael's just a speck, But he's working this audience like “Yo, you know who I am, I know who is me” And I'm realizing, that to these people That's their god. These girls are losing their minds m “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!l *crying inconsolably* Just UGLY crying Bitch, get it together . You all the way lost yourself Get. It together. She won't. This bitch. I can't get over this This one girl, They just keep going back to her Cause the whole show— And this is like 2 hours of pure non stop Michael Jackson, This girl, every time you see her, she's just ugly crying— And every time you see her Her cry is uglier and ugly I'm like “Damn bitch” “Daaaaaaang” So this is the first thing I see that is wrong. But there's a lot of things wrong here, Cause there's a lot of girls like this. There's just— hundreds of girls losing their minds, like, I've seen Beatles mania and thought that was crazy, Shit, I've even seen some people put out that kind of energy in the modern world for some dumb DJ's— That's their god— But THIS THIS Michael Jackson mania was mental illness That was hard to watch. That was people just Lost control. I'm thinking “Like goddamn. You— what?!” “AAagghhhhhhgahahahahahqhahahhahaha MICHAELl “These people are sick” But they are. And so is Michael Fame has gone too far, 1997; 12 short years before he died, by chance— So this is what I see, And then Michael starts dancing, And this— This is what I see; I see the only thing that can ever be what it was in that moment in time, as God being God: Michael Jackson. Shiny ass motherfucker, And so I'm watching this show, And all I see is a God being a man being a God being— Michael Jackson— And the whole thing is weird. But the worst part— Yes The worst part Was when, about mid show, Michael goes to do one of his slow, lovey doves songs, And like, this 6 foot 7 type body guard guy, Just pops up out of nowhere, Comes dead front and center to one of these little girls losing their minds, Runs up on her in an instant; You don't even have time to think— And just SNATCHES her— Snatches the bitch— “Ah!” then throws her up on stage with Michael— And he's still singing; this is his game, this is part of the show, he knows— But she doesn't know, And she's just lost her mind, She won't let go She's hugging and kissing on the dude, She's lost her mind, She's ugly crying She's on the floor, She's kissing his hand She's really lost her good goddamn mind— And they pan out to the audience, And all the girls that didn't get picked Are like WHY NOT MEEEEEEEREEEEE?!? THE UGLY CRIES ARE EVEN UGLIER NOW, They're like “Wh—what?” You don't know?! “WHY NOT ME” They're holding each other crying, Michael's just doing his thing, He's unphased, He's trying to play along; He's a professional like a motherfucker; He's just— keeps singing And this girl is just, Losing it, so at this point, it's weird, She's crazy batshit lost her mind all the way, Won't let go of Michael, kissing his face while he's singing, He's kind of unreceptive to it, now just looking out at the audience, almost not even looking at all Just cold as fuck actually, Like she's not there, kissing his face Cold as fuck— And then another bouncer dude— An even bigger one in a blue suit, comes and tears her off of Michael Cause clearly this has gone too far or whatever And I'm thinking “What in the fuck did I just see” Blue suit dude just snatches, Just— He has to tear her off of him! She's kicking and screaming and getting dragged off stage Michael's just: singing. YO. Then they dragged her back stage. Where did she go?! WHO DID SHE BECOME?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!? WHAT. 1997. You can't do that shit anymore! You cannot snatch bitches like that. I seen. Watch the video. Tell me what's wrong with it. It's disgusting. Not the snatching, Not the— Like, that was weird But the screaming and the crying and the— Like okay, the snatching was bad— But I'm like … ..:: …. Now I see why they was mad. Don't ever forget he was once— A dark skinned little boy, And in his genetics his whole life is still this thing That some hate. But people loved him; they loved him that hard— Screaming, ugly crying hard. I think in that moment you know someone was like “he must be stopped!” And it seems like yesterday was a year ago But I don't want let anybody know… Cause everybody wants something from me now— And I don't want to let them down. My life is over. New York City looks so small from the top of a skyscraper. What are you doing. Then again— my thoughts lately have been grandiose. Back market, eh? What's this for? You need a burner. I have three. Here, have another. For someone whose supposed to be entirely off grid, I'm admirably reachable. Clever vocabulary. Something has to be clever about me, doesn't it? Does it? It must be. Or else. [both men are speaking casually over the delicate process of loading rare guns; some of which appear to be antique, and some—almost even unearthly , as if from somewhere besides our own planet. But, you could say what planet this is at all, actually— this bunker, with no windows and no doors, is apparently hidden in a subterranean layer— the location, unknown. The men seem calm but also quite tired and weary, and seem to know each other well. We can assume they've probably been friends for years. Sickle cell anemia. Does that mean I'm going to die. Animus, I quite like whatever that is, Google. ;) don't mention it. Honestly, you might as well. What. I can't help you with this. What. I don't think there's anyone who can. Beg your pardon. Please, don't beg— but uh… [the doctor pats his patient on the shoulder] Do take care. Gee, doc! I'll try! You should do that. What. Try. The doctor leaves seemingly in some kind of hurry, trading his lab coat for a trench coat and closing the door behind him. The other man pauses for a second in the silence of the weird linoleum room, then ponders on the coat for a moment before walking up to the coat rack, putting on the coat, and then walking out the door himself; as he begins to shut the door, he quickly decides also to take the fedora that was sitting atop the coat rack, placing it on his head before he walks out the door himself, shutting it behind him quietly. You got anything to eat in here? Cereal…some rabbit food ina the drawers, there. Oh, you have salad. That sounds nice. No, rabbit food. [the man presents a large bag of weird brown dry food from the crisper drawer.] …pellets. For the rabbits. How do rabbits get in here? …I don't know. And— more importantly— where did you get rabbit food for them? If I told you Amazon, would you believe me? The man just winces and places the bag back into the crisper drawer. Now listen, I um— If you want cereal, the milk is powedred… I don't— and that's disgusting— but listen— [the man cocks a loaded gun and admires it intensively] (Dismissively) —I'm listening. I've been meaning to tell you something. Tell me what. It's important. Oh, You couldn't have used one of my four phones. Look, it's— You know I wasn't expecting company. Well— You should sit down. The man squints, beginning to listen more attentively. … …really. I'm holding a loaded gun; there are at least three more within arms reach if I do sit, you know. I know. But I should sit? One baby to another says, “I'm lucky to've met you.” Maybe you should. Not all my bad but all my might, And all my mind, The fire, The light. …business or personal. [beat] Both. {Enter The Multiverse} What are we watching?! Shhhhhh! Shut up. What is this? Some.. Sshhh. Shit, I don't know. Sit down. You don't know. SHH it just came on Shh. Ok. When? Uh… (Nobody really seems to know how long it's been. The show just happened to come on; no one remembers how, or why— or even when— But the show is intense as it gets; And it just keeps getting weirder and deeper.) {Enter The Multiverse} I'm transfixed on your soul And it seems I aspire To what has transpired here, Your unremarked and the umpire The spider veins and the way it washes. And watches and waves, and waters over you, And still I seem to think you've won another, Strum to thumb of you. And still I wake to gather here The odds and whats And the twists and turns and the Troublesome you've number some Or stuttered, stumbled conciousness. And withered branches Aces lie and house of cards And aging scoundrels— There you are, the..: Nevermind. Don't belittle my ways if, In the end my thinking may be correct As dumbfounded as I have shifted my lottery bonds tied to none, There ye are again who aren't I, And never were, And weathered now, as I, bound to Struggle under her might, Nothing I was, and nothing I am And nothing I came from but to barter Oh hard love, I only found my kings upon thrown As cast out of another by her likeness, Peace and pale and primed as it was, And wanted for love, As I was not— And then, the gates had opened And I, preaching withered, Gathered my arts and my minds And my eyes, and my thrones, Buried my ark and though not my bones The shallow waking peaks of pride And there you gathered, all as huddled sheep to mine, The cost of war, but certain therefore honored as I have, Happened went, came and untied, shattered Hating all I am and all my dark and all my eyes and all my brown Because you came and went, a baby born to as nothing was but beauty and yet having been gifted such life, Departed! Soon, I wake shattered and with none as it had began, in my time and in time there laid there none, But fortune seeks to favor, as ye are saying brave and yet I neither beg nor make to differ, Shall you come again in part, And in this time as shadows, as shadows As hating and wearing and waging, And shattered I, I pardon, Knowing not they seeking I, And I having none at all but one, As forgotten I shall came And went And followed this, The time y'i call now, And ours and ours, And yours and yours, And mine and mine, Though as one are also, Common not, And waking yet to find, These things making have gone into yer Another of ours, world, Another of our dozens, Shines, Another of our gathered, wit, and waking Though true to fortune, none us have gathered And have embarked to truth, The waking I have come, Another, and another, and another Departed. And yet, I bury my words having weakened to that which is this, Ye have no fear and lest no fortune in these words, For having I to come and gone, since they times In words to make this a language I or neither other Does not speak here, and almost never, And this yours time past, Has come and gone And come and gone And come and gone again, So long so I too have parted but not yet Unfolded as does my nature, As God does. Belittle this, you waking fools, As to this you pity though divine, Is unlike any other And steep remarked in gold and with chimes and words That ye here no often or either now, or in mine speak. Amen …can I go now? You are dismissed. C'cxell Soleïl, aka DJ Ū is an American DJ + Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, Playwright, Poet, Comedian, Novelist & Filmmaker. She is best known for her unique vocal riffs, Clever Lyricism & Philanthropically Inspired Freestyles and her flagship venture [The Festival Project.™] [Ï A M B ī C], a freestyle studio mixtape recorded in Los Angeles, (Official Release: TBD) inspired the adaptation of a staged musical version for Broadway, and a concurrent multimedia (TV/Film) series and ongoing saga as part of The Festival Project ™ Brand. Inspired musically by an ‘Ultra American' experience of Racially, Binary Ambiguity, and Synesthetic Exploration, her reflective melodies signature sound provides a philosophical dissection of American culture through a careful and inquisitive mastery of the English language, and emergence of world sounds through music brings about ‘A New Era in Nature', and clarifies the establishment of the newest wave in human evolution: Unity Through Music. L E G E N D S What if I just want to be alone in the dark Alone in the dark Alone in the dark Bones Duggar was a long, handsome zombie Bones once was a very tall man Not great and tall, as he stands But average, Grand as it were, his status. Everything's black My heart My pants My home My mind Everything hurts But you don't understand that Like I can Calm the commercial holidays for a moment Who gets the card? Get our your hard earned My head hurts Slam the door man; You can't control thoughts With a wombat Murderer Now that's a hard concept to catch When you haven't a soul When you haven't a card Or a car Or a cat I think I'm vanilla. I always thought of myself as a super kink Like a freaky, freaky bitch. So I got on this app. This app is better then Tinder. Yes. But it is not for the faint of heart. No, sir. They have a test, I'm like “ooh, I like tests” So I take the test. The test was not at all… As I'd hoped. First of all, It was hard. It was not a quiz; It was a TEST And I failed. I realized “Oh my god, I don't like any of this stuff” I am not about that! No! Yuck! Gross. “I think I might be vanilla.” I might be vanilla. I want my hair pulled back like a leash And my arms tied up Like I'm being arrested Without being read my rights. — I want your hands on the back of my neck [breathe] Reach around to my Mortimer's apple Put the lights out, Adam. I want the lights cut off. I want the bills piled up so the phone don't work I want the habit back on Don't talk to nobody I told you, I'm coming No, God! That's dumb! Show me why I'm off all alone with a rattle so bad It's just segmented thoughts, colors and sounds I can't make with all the plugins in the kindgdom of chaos?! I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES— I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES —but the one who could love me is God, And I guess he's not coming. The denial turns to tears, Not songs no more My womb is empty And the sun has turned into Not what I wanted But not my fault We got caught in the land of Cutting costs And processed morsels At 400 pounds And that's where I found What I thought was love But it turns out That it just turns up In the whole form of a person And that's why I got the collar, caller But really I'm no one's lover So I Do what I want I don't hang up on God But he don't got a body And I need someone to love/ Fuck me Please God Don't turn the lights off I'll pull the clock back Just like foreskin, god i want your skin Draped over mine in a warm swath Probably run a hot back Cause the next stop is a closet The line doesn't really move for the Doesn'tMatterhorn. some people are starting to doubt if it's even a ride. Others just admire it for its eloquence as a metaphor. Johnny! You scared me! Aha. Where did you go?! Nowhere— fast! Alright well— Money when you know I have it But I haven't really Paid attention to the never ending Digits never coming in but Simply, there's a secret, Sonny Someday you'll get lessons, honey. Much to find and much to serve and Surf us up Piñata's bout the burst But here comes Vesuvius (POW) Everyone was gone in an instant (Vapor) Had a good laugh that night in the pantheon; Everything's past, and the mortals They kept on running But i didn't want go, God Putting on a show then I blow up Just like the mountain Found her Now I got a broke back husband (hope so) To tell, don't ask Don't show up if you just get lost But I'm probably in the back with a bottle back mountain Now you got a real horse pack. Trip Girl keep camping What was the map with the mask and the Fashion? Pass. I put sugar on the rim of the glass With my eyes half closed And my ass clenched fast shut I'm an alcoholic Don't involve the God I got lost in the mall with the —- UGHHHHHHHH! Hello. Uh, yes— hi. what up. Mirror mirror. Uh…nothing. You're lost? No. You look lost. Oh? Disgruntled. I am that. You're lost? I'm not lost. My friend is lost. His phone is dead. You lost each other. Sort of. Continuity conniption I nipped an eclipse And he picked his nose For a full ass minute Sitting at the stop sign That's a gobstopper's worth in our time Pull all the clocks back, Pull the fool over, You just got fined It was Friday for nothing I was in the hatchback, Scratch that Sour patch Should have called Pat back Now I'm just a Cool 48 in the ring with a date And the cashapp Continuity construction I want a husband! Fuck that. I want a clean cut plus one Since I can't have Helmet, Elmo, Or Hatchetman; Tears of a Clow…no, Wait I lost focus Half finished album Got 6 tracks But I knew it was 12 from the get go Prob‘ly should have knocked off the showrunner; Nah, I'm sure I had that coming Hashtag, undon Could have been you, too If the cash came through Now it's hard times Hardwired Sitting on a hi wire, Little white liar, liar Wait I made Katey Sagal (Fire) Cut off her hair (Fire) Went to the hall of fame with the framed sunglasses Asked for her autograf, But she walked off So I shot her with a bottle/ can, But she ducked, popped back up With the brass knuckles Surfboard Good for a chuckle and a fuck So I asked for her number All that on a Sunday at Gelson's market. Christ, almighty I miss Walmart, I hit hard times. So many places to run, But not many places to hide I think I want to die here I think i want to die. City of corruption… Lay it out and lay it over City of corruption… no, it's not a choice It's a black tie function Right in that very moment Seth Meyers kind of became my defacto personal hero. “Never meet your heroes” Or perhaps it was just his writing team, or the fact that maybe even without there even being anything set in stone or solid at all, [redacted] itself seemed to have a price over my head– It all seemed to make sense; in fact, all the crazy things i was experiencing made more sense than it didn't. But after what felt something like between defeat and maybe even one day really getting justice for all the things that had happened to me in new york– it was that, at best; That without actually meaning it, by all probability, the opening monologue described what in perfect sense the thing that had been happening to me: hundreds of motorcycles and cars riding around in circles for over a year, any time i tried to work or sleep–and then, when I finally tried to reach out to find an attorney that would help, I was made to feel crazy for it. In a way, it was the perfect indication that it had all been some sort of sick game, and that I was more right than wrong, and being set up to appear, sound, or look crazy–but I wasn't. I had been under attack for nearly two years, and when I tried to reach out, my heart raced and my voice cracked, and I sounded crazy and desperate–but what was happening was very real; and now I knew where I was. As it turns out, New York's corruption was more common knowledge to everyone else before it was to me: New York was a common place for fucked up, dirty, low-down mind games: and this was my lesson in that. Seth Meyers in reality had nothing to do with it–and really I only meant to watch Kimmel over my afternoon tacos. But still, though it hadn't entirely anything to do with me, the opening statements rang true to exactly what I had experienced; I was made to lose my mind, only to have everyone around me tell me it was something wrong with me–but it wasn't. Something was wrong with the city, and the building management, and the people around who were making it all to be some kind of mental disorder or problems with my mind–in reality, it was 2 years of being in the center of a speedway, and all the time i'd lost because of it adding to the stress, and the angst, and the depression that resulted. Moo. Moo… Moo. Moo, sir. I'll kill you. You promise? I want to. Don't get me excited over nothing; If this isn't the exit, please take this tease To the left, dear Moo, cow My honor Level one, and brother, you've got nothing Flip the coin and landed on your headache Betting on your helmet Standing on my cock, i'm taller (Not a rooster) But my ops are rooting for you, No informants, Dont you know I was a collar, all along? I was a shot calling, Cop calling Kiss-and-tell all as the night goes on. But oh, I brought you a dollar bra Oh, I bought you for all of a dollar And oh, I'm so much taller, Standing on my cock But i'm not but ten feet tall You know, you wrote that Should i open the book, or close that Caught that cat, owl and As i soft spoke at Every broken model Broken bottle for the thoughts you owe Across the scatters skies and no one ever knows When you're realling coming over Come on, I'm on the pornhub Just to pick up another one Go on, and rub the bottle One more once, To call the Bubbles. Damn. Come. (The Monkey obeys) You should see Michael in all of his godform You won't recognize him at all if not by the eyes When you follow home Believe me, this not comes close to it; The one you wanted The world you jumped to but were just short of Call her back Oh no, you're wrong It's another song A pin up girl And the wrong number Okah. Okah, Pablo. Time can be altered, changed or effected presently in any omnidirectional plane by engaging certain acts or synchronicities within multidimensional parallels or adjacent realms in time and or space respectively. –the reverse quantum simulation theory. Does anyone else smell blood I hate wedding days suits and tuxedos No, I don't know you I'm just here to sound the hundred drums Of the once before us (The ones to come) Then, there we were and I didn't want to admit Again, I was caught into the ghost of the rapture Or the holy hour, No aux chord Show the holy one Just how old you are On these sacr d lands and a holy grounds Now I want here half an ounce to smoke And there were drowning orchestras in all of the hearts And all of the markets, The market the marker And all of the sins of the savior The maytyr Did you remember not to notice not to know him Were you sure with words you were for nickelodeaon! I was supposed to hold on to, Supposed to hold on to Suddenly, it's summer. And always our own are under the weather There was no other wise man the wind. Lee the one came The site came and went and then the songs went left The songs went left; Again, the songs went left Did you win at wintergreen Well, God, I didn't know gym was a game. I didn't know guns we're just portals to worlds unknownn I didn't know gossip was golden What all else didn't I know It wasn't for here! It was fourth flour And in the final hour of the battle I commenced to summon All the gods and all the lords and all the flowers All the worlds of oceans and the Remember, this The remembrance It may not matter to some, What matters to most But until summer comes, I'm still up under the rail And practically it's spring, for the next two weeks I'm all berries and cream and whatever you wanted. Tormaline, emerald and onyx, the fox said And fox says its west when instead it's quite under what of the reporter's offer? Comes down a little to none What of the offer Comes down from a billion to one A billion to one I'm on TV so it's really just a one way screen Either way, I don't think he likes me much I don't think he likes me much I'd rather die than to fall in love even one more time And to keep on just never being loved Never beingbloved {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

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Welcome back to Virgo Season! Ryan and Joyhdae are here—thoroughly unhinged and barely holding it together, per usual. From R&B trivia showdowns to pop culture chaos, this episode has range, baby.[The Jim Jones Ancestry Debate + Poolside Thighs & Meditation Workouts]Joyhdae insists Jim Jones is Guyanese, Ryan brings Google receipts, and chaos ensues. Meanwhile, she's been outside—legs out, spirits high—and Ryan's out here meditating to Jhené Aiko in the gym. Unclear what's happening, but the vibes are vibing.[R&B Trivia Smackdown]Ryan brings a bootleg version of Angie Martinez's “R&B Trivia” to the pod, and let's just say: Joyhdae came to eat. Usher, Tevin Campbell, and Mary J. Blige are all involved. A mess. A musical mess.[Nelly's Parenting Choices, Diddy's Conviction & Why the Internet Is Full of Clowns]Nelly won't get up for his own baby, and it shows. Diddy's guilty under the Mann Act—but somehow dodged the heavier stuff—and folks are STILL defending him. Joyhdae and Ryan go in on America's selective outrage, Cassie's case, and why common sense isn't so common.[Nicki's Tired Rants + J.Lo's Imaginary Soul + the Love Island USA Takeover]Nicki Minaj is mad at everyone except her own team, J.Lo claims she has “soul,” and Joyhdae is NOT having it. Then we dive into Love Island USA and the Black women who are running the villa, hearts, and the voting system. Alexandria Hive, rise up.[Relationship Debriefs & Delulu Dating]From “dominant men with service kinks” to real-life dating red flags, Joyhdae breaks down why some men aren't giving and why she's not here to build the damn table and bring the chairs. Plus, Ryan nearly cries over his daughter learning to swing solo. (Yes, for real.)⸻Subscribe, Like, and Share!Come for the jokes, stay for the truth. Tap that bell, drop a comment, and let us know which R&B lyric lives rent-free in your head. We'll see you in two weeks with more foolishness.Connect With Us:• Email: Virgoseasonshow@gmail.com• Website: Virgoseasonshow.com• YouTube, TikTok & Instagram: @VirgoSeasonShow• Ryan: @OhBlackRyan• Joyhdae: @Joyhdae----CHAPTERS00:00 Intro00:05 Joyhdae's Delusions02:27 "Popcast" Drop03:30 Vibe Check08:29 The Rundown10:24 R&B Trivia Competition15:43 Nelly & Ashanti Nonsense24:21 Diddy Verdict38:33 Someone Find J-Lo A Soul...40:21 Nicki Minaj Needs Help48:54 Trump's Bill...Nevermind!49:17 'Love Island' Thoughts01:06:40 Dad vs Auntie Jokes01:11:07 Find Us On All The Things01:14:05 One More For The Road...01:14:53 Outro

What do you know about U.S. Catholics? Never mind. Joe Grimm has already written a book about it.

In THE BEFORE TIME, SETH ROGEN is PUSHED down the JEW PORTAL to an unknown realm across infinity; this ultimately leads to his villainey in our current web of multidimentional-fuck-plots. Why are they “fuck-plots” Fuck. Watch it— Ugh! Plot hole— Fuck— plot hole— Dammit. You lose. Yo fuck you. I had to Jew this the old fashioned way, alright. How'd you get in? Through the eyes. Are you serious. What. This guy. Why! What! Nevermind. Hey, fuck you. What!! How did you get in? You don't want to know. Are you serious! I'm not even allowed to say. Are you serious? Like, ever. I wonder what's wrong with me that this weird shit keeps happening. This is weird, right. Yes. Like, you're—me. Like, I'm you. I'm you. Gross. Anyway, Jew bot. No. We cannot have entire episode where— Jew started it. Oh god. Jesus Christ. And I'm better at it. Suddenly everything's Not only blue but cerulean As if I spoke rules into effect, With just enough effect to let it happen TIMMY'S DAD leaves to play poker, however, because TIMMY is on heavily restricted HOUSE ARREST, his father has hired his old babysitter VICKY to watch him while he is out, VICKY, now pushing 50 (or at the very least looking like it), has not aged well— she is a haggard chai smoker who has developed a large and hair SKIN GROWTH don't forget about CARYN Oh yeah, huh. Hey! Uh, hello. You're Whoopi Goldberg. Oh? Yeah! You must have me mistaken. No, I don't. You certainly do, love— not to worry. It happens all the time. No, I know for a fact you're Whoopi Goldberg. That sound very Jewish. Yeah! Exactly! I'm from Brooklyn. But— My name is Caryn. I— yeah but— This is my stop. Nice to meet you, uh—? Nevermind. “Goldberg” sounds Jewish, doesn't it? The friend nods and the two Ugh I think Jimmy Kimmel is in hatus and I think I might die. Right guierllmo? Uh, right. See how much faster it moves than you, Weeping, And creeping up, keeping these things as a secret is freeing Becomes secret Did you leave it signed in Is it within season, A distraught out of of work and very struggling actress (MAYA RUDOLPHish) has an exceptional (read: exceptionally bad) audition with a well known improvisational theatre troupe which offers the opportunity to sometimes tour and escape the drab and hostile New York cityscape–although the offered reasoning for declining her application for the open position, despite her “perfect pitch” was that she simply wasn't “ugly enough”, after a disgruntled shouting match with the theatre's janitor ends in an explosive food fight in rampant outrage, she is hired for the position and “initiated” into the crew; soon she learns ‘The Uglies' are no ordinary band of misfits–and now adventure awaits on the sometimes open road to who-knows where. “The Uglies” (working title) Comedy, Ensemble, Episodic {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

We've decided to do a deep dive on some of our favourite albums to explore the stories behind them.What did the artists really think of each other? Where did the inspirations from the songs come from?Joining Andrea to discuss is Head Tour Guide at the Irish Rock ‘N' Roll Museum Experience, Alan Buckley, who's going to talk through Nirvana's ‘Nevermind'!

veronika, kyle and mitch have reconvened for the summertime with a tray full of donuts and some hearts full of songs in order to get to the bottom of classic hometown foods, american trivia you will absolutely not know, and a love island recap! mitch: @mitchwood_ https://www.instagram.com/mitchwood_/ Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

“Nevermind”. “Ten Summoners Tales“. “The Backbeat Soundtrack”. Sensing a theme here, fellow alt-rocker? Perhaps more than any other record not named “The River Of Dreams", these three albums are at the very heart of the alt rock/grunge/post-chillwave scene. Going to Metro in 1994? Better bring your cassingle of “Fields Of Barley”. Because at Metro, they don't take American Express. And yet, of all the great grunge albums, none is grungier than the motion picture soundtrack of “Backbeat”. Was (not was) that a little too much? Cut me some slack! The Backbeat Soundtrack really does have some of the early 90's most notable alt rockers, tearing through a selection of early rock standards that the pilled-up, live Beatles once adored. This week, Tony & T.J. travel back to a time when the world was still mourning the painful assassination of “Cheers”, and ask about Backbeat: Does the soundtrack hold up? Did it ever? Did Wilson Phillips hold on for one more day? Is our angry Chicago friend still upset that they closed the Phillips gas station on Wilson in 1982? AND HOW COME CHANNEL 9 STOPPED RUNNING “PHYLLIS” IN STRIP SYNDICATION ON WEEKDAY AFTERNOONS, IS CLORIS LEACHMAN'S TONED ARMS TOO WOKE FOR SKILLING? And is one full-length paragraph of questions the new format going forward for these blurbs? I mean, does anyone even read these? If so, stay tuned all holiday weekend to Appleton's Home For F**K Rock, WFUK, 96.69 FM. Kathy and Judy will return, in oil, after these words from the Sheboygan County Correctional Center and Drive Thru.   EPISODE LINKS Like and subscribe! Please support our scrappy show. Score some sweet merch or find us on Patreon. Come hang with us on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram! Drop us a review on Apple Podcasts!

After Party Week rolls on at Chris DeMakes A Podcast, and today's episode takes it all the way back to one of the earliest installments of The After Party! Originally released on October 11th, 2021, Episode 21 is a deep dive into the album that redefined rock music in the early '90s—Nirvana's Nevermind. Chris and producer Chris Fafalios revisit this game-changing release, sharing stories, favorite tracks, and reflecting on the massive cultural impact it had. If you're loving these bonus episodes, head over to ChrisDeMakes.com to sign up for the Patreon and unlock hundreds more episodes of The After Party! Chris DeMakes A Podcast is brought to you by DistroKid, the ultimate partner for taking your music to the next level. Get 30% off your first YEAR with DistroKid by signing up at http://distrokid.com/vip/demakes  For bonus episode of The After Party podcast, an extensive back catalog of past After Party episodes, early ad-free releases of new episodes of Chris DeMakes A Podcast, full video versions of episodes, and MUCH more, head to the Patreon at http://www.ChrisDeMakes.com  Follow Chris DeMakes A Podcast on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/chrisdemakesapodcast/ Join the Chris DeMakes A Podcast community on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2643961642526928/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a message or question! Welcome to Series 3! In the first episode of the new series of Never Mind the Dambusters, hosts James Jefferies and Jane Gulliford Lowes discuss the often-overlooked role of meteorology in RAF Bomber Command during World War II. Joined once more by Jamie Heffer from RAF Bircham Newton Heritage Centre, , they explore the challenges posed by weather conditions, personal stories from the MET flights, and the operational significance of these flights in ensuring mission success. The conversation highlights the bravery of those involved in meteorological operations and their impact on air warfare strategy.TakeawaysThe weather was a significant enemy for Bomber Command.Meteorological flights were crucial for mission planning.Bad weather could lead to disastrous outcomes for aircrews.Personal stories illustrate the dangers faced by pilots.The transition of MET flights from Bomber to Coastal Command.Different aircraft were used for various meteorological roles.The importance of accurate weather data in air operations.The legacy of meteorological squadrons is often forgotten.Weather conditions dictated the success of bombing missions.The bravery of MET flight crews deserves recognition.Sound Bites"The weather can genuinely kill you off.""Meteorology dictates the whole air war.""The MET guys put themselves at huge risks."Chapters00:00 Introduction to RAF Bomber Command History02:39 The Importance of Meteorological Flights05:02 Weather as Bomber Command's Greatest Enemy09:16 The Evolution of Meteorological Operations12:39 Aircraft and Equipment Used in Meteorological Flights16:52 The Role of Bircham Newton in Meteorological Flights18:39 Introduction to Meteorological Flights18:59 THUM: Thermal Upper Air Measurement Flights20:04 PRATA: Pressure and Temperature Ascent Flights20:54 RHOMBUS: Long-Range Reconnaissance Missions23:48 PAMPA: Dangerous Flights into Enemy Territory26:46 The Importance of Meteorological Data29:18 Impact of Weather on Operations31:19 Personal Stories from Bircham Newton39:52 Conclusion and Reflection on Meteorological Contributions42:30 Show intro.wavSupport the showPlease subscribe to Never Mind The Dambusters wherever you get your podcasts. You can support the show, and help us produce great content, by becoming a paid subscriber from just $3 a month here https://www.buzzsprout.com/2327200/support . Supporters get early access to episodes and invitations to livestreams. Thank you for listening! You can reach out to us on social media at @RAF_BomberPod (X) or @NeverMindTheDambusters (Instagram)You can find out about James' research, articles, lectures and podcasts here .You can read more about Jane's work on her website at https://www.justcuriousjane.com/, and listen to podcasts/media stuff here

kyle and veronika want to play a game so bad... so they do! then it's another classic episode full of snakes, killer toads, and a song worth a 1 million dollar record deal- all this and a little more on this week's episode of nevermind! Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

Author David de Sola joins the program to talk about Alice In Chains before and up to Facelift. #Grunge About Whatever, Nevermind Whatever, Nevermind is a 25 part podcast by Bakko of ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire⁠⁠⁠ counting down the 25 Greatest Grunge albums according to Rolling Stone. Each Episode features a special guest host from the Podcast Community. In addition to the 25 album episodes will be bonus interviews from the people responsible for the music. Featuring artists, producers record label execs and more. Whatever, Nevermind Archive: ⁠⁠⁠https://cobrasandfire.com/category/podcast/whatever-nevermind⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Pantheon Podcasts⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1MQIGBGYdRgjE7ThmfwdW9⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://iheart.com/podcast/255319888/⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://www.pandora.com/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/PC:1001096816⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://deezer.com/show/1001525961⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/id1789046419⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/53272646-10d8-47b7-bcac-10a6105ba7b4⁠⁠⁠ Reach out to us! Rate, review, and subscribe at Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠ Join our fanpage on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras ON Fire: Private Group | Facebook⁠⁠⁠ Click like and follow on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras & Fire: Rock Podcast | Chicago IL | Facebook⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on ⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Threads: ⁠⁠⁠@cobrasandfirepodcast • Threads, Say more⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe to our YouTube channel: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Rock Podcast - YouTube⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Bluesky: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Podcast (@cobrasfirepodcast.bsky.social) — Bluesky⁠⁠⁠ Email us: Buy a shirt!:⁠⁠⁠"Cobras and Fire Podcast" T-shirt for Sale by CobrasandFire | Redbubble | cobras and fire t-shirts - cobras fire t-shirts⁠⁠⁠ Stitcher: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Stitcher⁠⁠⁠ Spreaker: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show | Listen to Podcasts On Demand Free | TuneIn⁠⁠⁠ Find it all here: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras and Fire Podcast - Comedy Rock Talk Show Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Coming in at No. 13 on Rolling Stone Magazine's list of the 25 Greatest Grunge Albums is the Nirvana Bleach. Josh Toomey joins Bakko to discuss. #Grunge About Whatever, Nevermind Whatever, Nevermind is a 25 part podcast by Bakko of ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire⁠⁠⁠⁠ counting down the 25 Greatest Grunge albums according to Rolling Stone. Each Episode features a special guest host from the Podcast Community. In addition to the 25 album episodes will be bonus interviews from the people responsible for the music. Featuring artists, producers record label execs and more. Whatever, Nevermind Archive: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://cobrasandfire.com/category/podcast/whatever-nevermind⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Pantheon Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1MQIGBGYdRgjE7ThmfwdW9⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://iheart.com/podcast/255319888/⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.pandora.com/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/PC:1001096816⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://deezer.com/show/1001525961⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/id1789046419⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/53272646-10d8-47b7-bcac-10a6105ba7b4⁠⁠⁠⁠ Reach out to us! Rate, review, and subscribe at Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join our fanpage on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras ON Fire: Private Group | Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠ Click like and follow on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras & Fire: Rock Podcast | Chicago IL | Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Threads: ⁠⁠⁠⁠@cobrasandfirepodcast • Threads, Say more⁠⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe to our YouTube channel: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Rock Podcast - YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Bluesky: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Podcast (@cobrasfirepodcast.bsky.social) — Bluesky⁠⁠⁠⁠ Email us: Buy a shirt!:⁠⁠⁠⁠"Cobras and Fire Podcast" T-shirt for Sale by CobrasandFire | Redbubble | cobras and fire t-shirts - cobras fire t-shirts⁠⁠⁠⁠ Stitcher: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Stitcher⁠⁠⁠⁠ Spreaker: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show | Listen to Podcasts On Demand Free | TuneIn⁠⁠⁠⁠ Find it all here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras and Fire Podcast - Comedy Rock Talk Show⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Coming in at No. 13 on Rolling Stone Magazine's list of the 25 Greatest Grunge Albums is the Nirvana Bleach. Josh Toomey joins Bakko to discuss. #Grunge About Whatever, Nevermind Whatever, Nevermind is a 25 part podcast by Bakko of ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire⁠⁠⁠⁠ counting down the 25 Greatest Grunge albums according to Rolling Stone. Each Episode features a special guest host from the Podcast Community. In addition to the 25 album episodes will be bonus interviews from the people responsible for the music. Featuring artists, producers record label execs and more. Whatever, Nevermind Archive: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://cobrasandfire.com/category/podcast/whatever-nevermind⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Pantheon Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1MQIGBGYdRgjE7ThmfwdW9⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://iheart.com/podcast/255319888/⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.pandora.com/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/PC:1001096816⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://deezer.com/show/1001525961⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/id1789046419⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/53272646-10d8-47b7-bcac-10a6105ba7b4⁠⁠⁠⁠ Reach out to us! Rate, review, and subscribe at Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join our fanpage on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras ON Fire: Private Group | Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠ Click like and follow on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras & Fire: Rock Podcast | Chicago IL | Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Threads: ⁠⁠⁠⁠@cobrasandfirepodcast • Threads, Say more⁠⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe to our YouTube channel: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Rock Podcast - YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Bluesky: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Podcast (@cobrasfirepodcast.bsky.social) — Bluesky⁠⁠⁠⁠ Email us: Buy a shirt!:⁠⁠⁠⁠"Cobras and Fire Podcast" T-shirt for Sale by CobrasandFire | Redbubble | cobras and fire t-shirts - cobras fire t-shirts⁠⁠⁠⁠ Stitcher: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Stitcher⁠⁠⁠⁠ Spreaker: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show | Listen to Podcasts On Demand Free | TuneIn⁠⁠⁠⁠ Find it all here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Cobras and Fire Podcast - Comedy Rock Talk Show⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Coming in at No. 14 on Rolling Stone Magazine's list of the 25 Greatest Grunge Albums is the L7 album Bricks Are Heavy. Chris Czynszak joins Bakko to discuss. #Grunge About Whatever, Nevermind Whatever, Nevermind is a 25 part podcast by Bakko of ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire⁠⁠⁠ counting down the 25 Greatest Grunge albums according to Rolling Stone. Each Episode features a special guest host from the Podcast Community. In addition to the 25 album episodes will be bonus interviews from the people responsible for the music. Featuring artists, producers record label execs and more. Whatever, Nevermind Archive: ⁠⁠⁠https://cobrasandfire.com/category/podcast/whatever-nevermind⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Pantheon Podcasts⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1MQIGBGYdRgjE7ThmfwdW9⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://iheart.com/podcast/255319888/⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://www.pandora.com/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/PC:1001096816⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://deezer.com/show/1001525961⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/id1789046419⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/53272646-10d8-47b7-bcac-10a6105ba7b4⁠⁠⁠ Reach out to us! Rate, review, and subscribe at Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠ Join our fanpage on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras ON Fire: Private Group | Facebook⁠⁠⁠ Click like and follow on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠(2) Cobras & Fire: Rock Podcast | Chicago IL | Facebook⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on ⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Threads: ⁠⁠⁠@cobrasandfirepodcast • Threads, Say more⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe to our YouTube channel: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Rock Podcast - YouTube⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Bluesky: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Podcast (@cobrasfirepodcast.bsky.social) — Bluesky⁠⁠⁠ Email us: Buy a shirt!:⁠⁠⁠"Cobras and Fire Podcast" T-shirt for Sale by CobrasandFire | Redbubble | cobras and fire t-shirts - cobras fire t-shirts⁠⁠⁠ Stitcher: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Stitcher⁠⁠⁠ Spreaker: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show | Listen to Podcasts On Demand Free | TuneIn⁠⁠⁠ Find it all here: ⁠⁠⁠Cobras and Fire Podcast - Comedy Rock Talk Show Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Coming in at No. 15 on Rolling Stone Magazine's list of the 25 Greatest Grunge Albums is the L7 album Bricks Are Heavy. Josh Toomey joins Bakko to discuss. #Grunge About Whatever, Nevermind Whatever, Nevermind is a 25 part podcast by Bakko of ⁠⁠Cobras & Fire⁠⁠ counting down the 25 Greatest Grunge albums according to Rolling Stone. Each Episode features a special guest host from the Podcast Community. In addition to the 25 album episodes will be bonus interviews from the people responsible for the music. Featuring artists, producers record label execs and more. Whatever, Nevermind Archive: ⁠⁠https://cobrasandfire.com/category/podcast/whatever-nevermind⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Pantheon Podcasts⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1MQIGBGYdRgjE7ThmfwdW9⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://iheart.com/podcast/255319888/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.pandora.com/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/PC:1001096816⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://deezer.com/show/1001525961⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whatever-nevermind-a-grunge-podcast/id1789046419⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/53272646-10d8-47b7-bcac-10a6105ba7b4⁠⁠ Reach out to us! Rate, review, and subscribe at Apple Podcasts: ⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Apple Podcasts⁠⁠ Join our fanpage on Facebook: ⁠⁠(2) Cobras ON Fire: Private Group | Facebook⁠⁠ Click like and follow on Facebook: ⁠⁠(2) Cobras & Fire: Rock Podcast | Chicago IL | Facebook⁠⁠ Follow us on ⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠ Follow us on Threads: ⁠⁠@cobrasandfirepodcast • Threads, Say more⁠⁠ Subscribe to our YouTube channel: ⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Rock Podcast - YouTube⁠⁠ Follow us on Bluesky: ⁠⁠Cobras & Fire Podcast (@cobrasfirepodcast.bsky.social) — Bluesky⁠⁠ Email us: Buy a shirt!:⁠⁠"Cobras and Fire Podcast" T-shirt for Sale by CobrasandFire | Redbubble | cobras and fire t-shirts - cobras fire t-shirts⁠⁠ Stitcher: ⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show on Stitcher⁠⁠ Spreaker: ⁠⁠Cobras & Fire: Comedy / Rock Talk Show | Listen to Podcasts On Demand Free | TuneIn⁠⁠ Find it all here: ⁠⁠Cobras and Fire Podcast - Comedy Rock Talk Show Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

veronika and kyle had a brain fog of a week so they seek to answer the questions plaguing them: how to escape phone addiction, how to improve their eyesight, and how to really come to terms with adrian brody's new art reveal? plus a deep dive on mr beast's burger spot on this week's episode of nevermind! Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

Join us as we enter the Notable Nostalgia time machine and go back to the 1960's!!!In this episode we go back in the time to when people were saying "Groovy" "Far out man!" and "Peace and Love". During a time of turbulence in America where people were protesting in the streets, there is a racial divide, the politicians were less than honest... wait... let me check... yea... we are in the 60's... sounds a lot like... well, you know what!? Nevermind.We pick our favorite song, album and movie that came out in the 1960's.  So keep on truckin, grab a J and sit back and relax while oyu listen to this week's episode of Notable Nostalga!Make sure to leave us a 5 star review, and tell a friend about the show. If you want to suggest a topic for an upcoming show email us at NotableNostalgia90@Gmail.com or find us at Facebook.com/NotableNostalgiaThanks for listening Nostalgia Nerds!

veronika, kyle and mitch join forces once again- because mitch has officially moved to new york! they talk getting into the "sky mile high club", have a lengthy conversation about copywrite strikes (before maybe incurring one?), and mitch brings some new songs to share! all this, along with a new mystery fact-checker extraordinaire- it's another classic episode of nevermind! mitch: @mitchwood_ https://www.instagram.com/mitchwood_/ Patreon: https://bit.ly/nevermindpatreon     NEW NEVERMIND MERCH: https://nevermindpod.com/ LIVE SHOWS!!: https://linktr.ee/veronika_iscool KYLE'S STUFF: https://trampolinewear.com/ veronika: @veronika_iscool https://www.instagram.com/veronika_iscool/ kyle: @kylefornow https://www.instagram.com/kylefornow/ nevermind: @nevermindpod https://www.instagram.com/nevermindpod/ we're still getting good at this, but it's about to get even better.

Nevermind our regular telephone visits, it's always a great time catching up with my buddy Joe Brisoe. Because you never know where the conversation will go. We missed our annual teal hunt and annual "bs'ing with Briscoe" episode--for reasons explained--and the time delay had him brimming with stories. He shares some really great memories of his dad and uncle, past times, JB Custom Calls happenings--like where in the heck is the top-secret spoonie call--origins of the "besieged by idiots" saying and more. Only thing that'd have made it better was hearing them told between volleys in a duck blind.     Visit the Legendary Brands That Make MOJO's Duck Season Somewhere Podcast Possible: MOJO Outdoors  Alberta Professional Outfitters Society Benelli Shotguns BOSS Shotshells Bow and Arrow Outdoors Ducks Unlimited  Flash Back Decoys GetDucks.com HuntProof Premium Waterfowl App Inukshuk Professional Dog Food  onX Maps  Use code GetDucks25 Sitka Gear Tom Beckbe USHuntList.com   Like what you heard? Let us know! • Tap Subscribe so you never miss an episode. • Drop a rating—it's like a high-five in the duck blind. • Leave a quick comment: What hit home? What made you laugh? What hunt did it remind you of? • Share this episode with a buddy who lives for duck season.   Want to partner? Have or know a story to share? Contact: Ramsey Russell ramsey@getducks.com

The story of Nevermind, Nirvana's genre-defining breakthrough, is a familiar one. Less well known is the saga of Billboard's Modern Rock chart—and how college-rock staples of the 1980s like R.E.M. and The Cure gave way to heavier, more commercially dominant groups of the ‘90s like Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, and The Smashing Pumpkins. What sparked the grungification of the charts? How did Modern Rock become the new Top 40? And how did the Seattle sound pave the way for post-grunge bands like Sublime, Third Eye Blind, and even Creed? Join Chris Molanphy as he explores alternative rock's evolution from the cutting edge to the middle of the road. Podcast production by Olivia Briley and Kevin Bendis Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The story of Nevermind, Nirvana's genre-defining breakthrough, is a familiar one. Less well known is the saga of Billboard's Modern Rock chart—and how college-rock staples of the 1980s like R.E.M. and The Cure gave way to heavier, more commercially dominant groups of the ‘90s like Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, and The Smashing Pumpkins. What sparked the grungification of the charts? How did Modern Rock become the new Top 40? And how did the Seattle sound pave the way for post-grunge bands like Sublime, Third Eye Blind, and even Creed? Join Chris Molanphy as he explores alternative rock's evolution from the cutting edge to the middle of the road. Podcast production by Olivia Briley and Kevin Bendis Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The story of Nevermind, Nirvana's genre-defining breakthrough, is a familiar one. Less well known is the saga of Billboard's Modern Rock chart—and how college-rock staples of the 1980s like R.E.M. and The Cure gave way to heavier, more commercially dominant groups of the ‘90s like Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, and The Smashing Pumpkins. What sparked the grungification of the charts? How did Modern Rock become the new Top 40? And how did the Seattle sound pave the way for post-grunge bands like Sublime, Third Eye Blind, and even Creed? Join Chris Molanphy as he explores alternative rock's evolution from the cutting edge to the middle of the road. Podcast production by Olivia Briley and Kevin Bendis Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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