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Welcome to Volume 3 of This is Progressive with Danny Jarvis — a deep dive into the evolving soundscape of modern progressive house.This isn't just a mix — it's an invitation to lose yourself in the layers, the textures, and the frequencies designed to move both your body and your mind.Progressive house has always been about the journey — a patient unfolding of emotions, where tension builds, subtle shifts draw you deeper, and each drop feels earned. In this volume, Danny embraces the hypnotic and the trippy, blending tracks that excite and soothe in equal measure.Expect shimmering melodies that dissolve into rolling basslines, vocal fragments that drift in and out like half-remembered dreams, and frequencies that vibrate somewhere between heart and soul.This is progressive house at its purest — a genre that rewards those who listen deeply, and invites you to surrender to the moment.Join Danny Jarvis as he curates this next chapter in This is Progressive, celebrating the emotional depth, the patience, and the rewards that only this music can deliver.John Creamer & Stephane K - I Wish You Were Here (Accapella)Oh Wonder - All We Do (Simon Doty Remix)Guy Mantzur, Khen - Shine Tomorrow[Bedrock Records]Guy Mantzur, Khen - Nothing Lasts[Bedrock Records]Alan Spinoso - Way to the Abyss (Andrés Moris Remix)[AH Digital]Dowden - Hallstatt[Meanwhile Recordings]Zuccasam - Come Home (Dowden Remix)[Nightcolours]Dmitry Molosh - Chills (Original Mix)ALPHA21 - Reflection of Her (HAFT Remix)[La Foresta Recordings]Paul Hazendonk - Attending (Paul Hazendonk & Return To Saturn Remix)[Manual Music]Sébastien Léger - Koi Fish[Early Morning]Ben Haydie - November (Dowden Remix)[Mango Alley]Will DeKeizer - Sound of Neptune[Alienews]Lexicon Avenue, Matt Black - The Farthest (HAFT Remix)[Forensic Records]Tonaco - Extrema[Luum Records]Kamilo Sanclemente - Orb (HAFT Extended Remix)[Univack]Dylhen - Thumper (Kamilo Sanclemente & Mauro Aguirre Remix)[Mango Alley]Hunter/Game & Sailor & I - Faith (Argia Remix)[Just This]Bonafique - Desperadio [Crosstown Rebels]Kyotto - Perfect Stranger[Mango Alley]Benja Molina - Ammonite (Extended Mix)[Univack]Amir Telem - Ariel 13 (Pole Folder ‘Autumn Sunset' Remix)[Dreaming Awake]Sébastien Léger - Gaufrette[Early Morning]Lost Desert - When Sun Rises (Volen Sentir Remix)[All Day I Dream]John Creamer & Stephane K - I Wish You Were Here (Accapella)#ProgressiveHouse #ThisIsProgressive #DannyJarvis #MusicJourney #DeepMelodic #TrippyVibes #EmotionalProgressive

Jump into the heat of a Technicolour Beat with the 2015 debut record from the indie-pop duo Oh Wonder! This collection of bedroom-produced tracks was rolled out as a series of singles over the course of a full year before launching the couple into stardom! Get ready to Lose It in a warm, cozy blanket of soft emotions, sparked by a Livewire of electronic ambience. We'll discover how quickly and naturally Anthony and Josephine write their music as the Mixtaper takes us on a lavender-scented tour full of toys and a van named Wendy. See how well this record's aged a decade on.. they've given all their love to you!Keep Spinning at www.SpinItPod.com!Thanks for listening!0:00 Intro1:50 About Oh Wonder (The Band)4:24 About Oh Wonder (The Album)10:25 Fact Or Spin11:38 Their First Single Was Written In Five Minutes14:57 They Sold A Vinyl That Smelled Like Lavender21:01 They Wrote A Song With Toy Instruments23:52 Their first tour van was nicknamed Wendy27:57 Album Art29:59 Livewire33:03 Body Gold36:03 Technicolour Beat37:45 Drive41:04 Lose It43:41 Landslide46:20 White Blood48:07 Without You50:27 The Rain53:00 Dazzle54:58 All We Do56:58 Midnight Moon58:44 Shark1:00:19 Heart Hope1:01:49 Plans1:03:15 Final Spin Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Joe Wilding returns to explore the rich history of the McDonnell F-101 Voodoo, filmed at the Wings Over the Rockies Museum. We discuss the significance of the F-101's twin-engine design, comparing it with other Century Series aircraft and shedding light on its influence on the F-4 Phantom's design.Find out more at the Wings Over the Rockies website: https://wingsmuseum.org/Check out their YouTube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/@Wings_MuseumFollow them on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/wingsmuseum/-----------------------------------------------------

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Listen to never before heard demos and tracks from Nevertheless at the first Sun:sets Live episode filmed at Lusty Glaze Beach, Newquay.There will be a brand new Sun:sets live from all over the country with all the usual cock-ups available every month exclusively on Sun:sets Plus.On top of this my brand new podcast After Sun:sets will be available three times a month with some amazing guests lined up including Marcus Brigstocke, Billy Billingham, James Haskell and many more in store. Sun:sets Plus will also include behind the scenes, live Q&A's, meet & greets and exclusive tracks never heard before. 1. Ben Böhmer - The Sun (feat. Oh Wonder)2. Hans Zimmer - Joi3. Ben Böhmer - Martin4. Francis and the Lights - See Her Out5. Ben Böhmer - Rust6. Chicane - Day One (World Exclusive) 7. Happy Mondays - Loose fit live 8. The 1975 - TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME9. Ben Böhmer - Hiding ft. Lykke Li (Original Mix)10. Chicane - Come Back (Evolution Mix)11. mölly - Feel It All (Extended Mix) 12. mölly & Courtney Storm - The Leap (Extended Mix) 13. Avenue One & Jaren - My Way Home (Extended Mix) 14. EGGSTA - Fallin' (Extended Mix)

Opening up publicly for the first time on an experience of being spiked at a music industry event, Josephine Vander West of That Woman shares her years of resilience as a musician.That Woman's excellent debut album Find Joy is out now. Photo: Josh Shinner Join SON Estrella Galicia on 12 September at Paper Dress Vintage in Hackney, witth Coach Party and The New Eves playing - plus a clothing repair workshop, Soundcrafters interactive workshop and beer pouring. Tix available now on DICE

Clive will talk monkeys, masks and improvisation with comic Nina Conti who is honing a brand new show Whose Face is it Anyway? and about to release her directing debut a feature film called Sunlight; Chef Tom Kerridge's been on a culinary tour of the UK for a new cookbook and TV show and has plenty to say about our food, farming and how to pronounce "scone"; Actress Samantha Spiro stars in an acclaimed new RSC production of "Shakespeare's sitcom" - The Merry Wives of Windsor - where the women get the last laugh; Best selling crime writer Donna Leon on her much-loved detective hero Commissario Brunetti and why she's been moved to become an "eco-detective" herself. With music by Braimah Kanneh-Mason and Plínio Fernandes ahead of their appearance at the BBC Proms and from That Woman, aka Josie from Oh Wonder who is realeasing a solo album. Presented by Clive Anderson Produced by Olive Clancy

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Yves is a bass player based in London. His credits include artists like Lianne La Havas, Sinead Harnett, Jose James, and Oh Wonder.Amongst many other things, we discussed not going to Berklee, playing in metal bands, checking out the influences of an artist, and finding the joy in playing.I've known Yves for years, but we've not spoken in a long time, so this was a great way to catch up and learn about his journey.As ever, thanks so much for listening. Please consider leaving a nice rating or review. It's really quick and helps people find the podcast.I hope you enjoy our conversation as much as I did..(Recorded 6th October 2023)Support the showFollow me on Instagram - @nategrooveSupport the show hereAny questions or guest suggestions, please email nwinsessionwith@gmail.comGet 20% off all Safari Pedals plugins. Enter code Session20 at checkout!

In the March 2023 episode of Merry Britsmas, I explore some alternative, little known (but brilliant) British indie christmas songs from the likes of Oh Wonder and Gaffa Tape Sandy. I also look at how nurses and hospitals dealt with the festive season during World War II, and take a gander at a BBC Sherlock Holmes episode set during the holidays.  Oh Wonder - This Xmas  Citizen Helene - On Xmas Day  Mary Hepworth - The Wolf & The Woods  Gaffa Tape Sandy - Black Xmas 

Pastor Craig teaches from Luke 2 when the angels announced the birth of Jesus to the Shepherds. He takes a deep dive into the sign that is given to them, ‘you will find a baby wrapped in cloths lying in a manger', and shows us how there is more to the this sign than first appears.

From the beginning, God has had a plan to meet with you. Listen as Pastor Renee shares on the inheritance we have today because of the very first Christmas.

Pastor Renee starts our Christmas series by retelling the highlights of Nicodemus' journey through the book of John and how his encounter with Christ pushes us into a deeper place in our walk with the Lord.

September 16, 2022 All Out - FANtastic Friday Hosted by: Rico & Kayla Special Guest/s: Oh Wonder

Matt talks about his hot 50 wedding song picks that are popular streamed songs and downloaded songs for your wedding day.  Hear some song lyrics that go with the picks too! Important Links View the complete list of pop wedding songs See all Wedding Songs Podcast episodes Podcast Transcript Welcome to the Wedding Songs Podcast, featuring newly released songs you need to know, and the tried and true classics. Get song ideas from the time guests arrive until the last dance of the reception. And now your host, Matt Campbell, founder of MyWeddingSongs.com. Welcome to episode number 77 of the Wedding Songs Podcast. I am Matt Campbell and today I'm going to be talking about Pop wedding songs to play during your wedding ceremony and wedding reception. If you prefer to read the list, or listen to the list, you can do so on our website, MyWeddingSongs.com. And while you're there, make sure you subscribe to our monthly newsletter, The Music Letter, as we call it. Just go to the main menu and click on subscribe, and then you'll be signed up for a monthly newsletter of all the new wedding songs released in the prior month that you could play at your wedding, or even during date night. So, let's go ahead and get started with popular Pop wedding songs to play on your wedding day. So, I thought I'd start this list with the popular song streamed on Amazon with “Left And Right” by Charlie Puth and Jung Kook of BTS. “Break My Soul” by Beyonce, “As It Was” by Harry Styles, "Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)"” by Kate Bush, which became popular from the TV series Stranger Things. “About Damn Time” by Lizzo, “Shivers” by Ed Sheeran, “Africa” by Toto. “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran and “Firework” by Katie Perry. So, starting off with the modern Pop songs, “Break My Soul” by Beyonce was just released, and the Renaissance album will be released on Friday, July 29th. “Something Slow To Dance To” by Jay Alan and “Purple Haze” by Joy Oladokun, all released in 2022. A lot of the next songs were also released in 2022, including “Grow As We Go” by Ben Platt and Sara Bareilles. This was performed on the American Idol stage. “First Date (the acoustic version)” by Taylor Acorn. You may remember this song by Blink 182. “The Forever Now” by the This Is Us Cast by Mandy Moore. This is from the This Is Us wedding, the TV series before the whole series ended. “Always Looking For You” by Jason Mraz and “Heaven” by Calum Scott. This is from his Bridges album. That also includes other great wedding songs from that album. “What Dreams Are Made Of” by Brent Morgan. You may remember this from the Disney films, with the lyrics…I've got somewhere I belong. I've got somebody to love. This is what dreams are made of. If you're looking for an Indie Pop song, then “Magnificent” by Oh Wonder, with the lyrics…You're my unbelieve. And then suddenly I see what my future could have been. If I didn't pick you. From the movie Marry Me we have the song “Marry Me (Kat & Bastian Duet)” by Jennifer Lopez and Maluma in 2022. And also from the same album, “Love Of My Life” by Jennifer Lopez. And here's a great spin on a song, ABCDEFU, but this Is “Love You Still (ABCDEDU romantic version)” by Tyler Shaw with the lyrics… I'm just so into you. I wanna let it all out. You're so perfectly fine. I could talk all day but let me spell it out. One of my favorite new artists Teddy Swims, with his song “Amazing” with the lyrics…Don't matter what you wear or what you do. You turnin' heads in every room. Don't know why you act so surprised. You look amazing every time. A cover of the famous Beatles song “All You Need Is Love” by Katy Perry. This starts off the songs of 2021. With those famous lyrics…all you need is love. All you need is love. Love. Love is all you need. If you're looking for a duet song, then love is just a word by Jasmine Thompson and Calum Scott, with the lyrics…And I guess love is just a word, without you. “All Two Well (Taylor's version)” released in 20...

Depuis plusieurs années déjà, les rapports qui se succèdent mettent en évidence un effondrement de la biodiversité à travers le monde. Animaux, insectes, plantes,… faune et flore sont en danger. Selon le dernier rapport du Fonds Mondial pour la Nature du WWF paru en 2020, les effectifs de plus de 20 000 populations de mammifères, d'oiseaux, d'amphibiens, de reptiles et de poissons ont chuté de 68% entre 1970 et 2016. Certaines régions d'Amérique latine, des Caraïbes et du continent africain connaissent des pertes de biodiversité encore plus sévères. En cause, la déforestation, l'agriculture intensive, la surexploitation des espèces via la chasse et la pêche ou encore le commerce illégal d'animaux sauvages. Malgré ces données alarmantes, quelques bonnes nouvelles sont à noter. Certains animaux en voie d'extinction comme le rhinocéros noir voient leur population réaugmenter. Une situation possible grâce notamment à la hausse de superficie des aires protégées et aux initiatives de restauration des espaces naturels. Quelles solutions pour enrayer la chute de la biodiversité ? Comment faire adhérer les populations locales ?   Émission à l'occasion de la journée spéciale biodiversité sur RFI.  Avec : - Clémentine Azam, chargée de programme « Écosystèmes » au Comité français de l'Union Internationale pour la Conservation de la Nature, UICN -Tiana Ramahaleo, directeur de conservation au WWF Madagascar - Adama Nana, conseiller de l'Association Bissakoupou, en charge des questions de planification et de mobilisation des partenaires au Burkina Faso. Programmation musicale : ► Injera - Fixi, Nicolas Giraud ► Rollercoster baby - Oh Wonder. 

Depuis plusieurs années déjà, les rapports qui se succèdent mettent en évidence un effondrement de la biodiversité à travers le monde. Animaux, insectes, plantes,… faune et flore sont en danger. Selon le dernier rapport du Fonds Mondial pour la Nature du WWF paru en 2020, les effectifs de plus de 20 000 populations de mammifères, d'oiseaux, d'amphibiens, de reptiles et de poissons ont chuté de 68% entre 1970 et 2016. Certaines régions d'Amérique latine, des Caraïbes et du continent africain connaissent des pertes de biodiversité encore plus sévères. En cause, la déforestation, l'agriculture intensive, la surexploitation des espèces via la chasse et la pêche ou encore le commerce illégal d'animaux sauvages. Malgré ces données alarmantes, quelques bonnes nouvelles sont à noter. Certains animaux en voie d'extinction comme le rhinocéros noir voient leur population réaugmenter. Une situation possible grâce notamment à la hausse de superficie des aires protégées et aux initiatives de restauration des espaces naturels. Quelles solutions pour enrayer la chute de la biodiversité ? Comment faire adhérer les populations locales ?   Émission à l'occasion de la journée spéciale biodiversité sur RFI.  Avec : - Clémentine Azam, chargée de programme « Écosystèmes » au Comité français de l'Union Internationale pour la Conservation de la Nature, UICN -Tiana Ramahaleo, directeur de conservation au WWF Madagascar - Adama Nana, conseiller de l'Association Bissakoupou, en charge des questions de planification et de mobilisation des partenaires au Burkina Faso. Programmation musicale : ► Injera - Fixi, Nicolas Giraud ► Rollercoster baby - Oh Wonder. 

We had the pleasure of interviewing Winona Oak over Zoom video.Acclaimed singer-songwriter Winona Oak has announced today's release of her long-awaited debut album, Island of the Sun, available everywhere now via Neon Gold/Atlantic Records.Island of the Sun further includes such critically acclaimed highlights as “Jojo,” “Baby Blue,” “Break My Broken Heart,” “Piano In The Sky,” and the album's stunning title track, “Island of the Sun,”.Winona – who just wrapped her first-ever North American concert tour supporting British alt-pop duo Oh Wonder – will continue to celebrate Island of the Sun with an eagerly anticipated EU/UK tour alongside Alec Benjamin. For updates, please visit www.winonaoak.com. Born and raised in the Nordic forests of Sweden on a small crop of land called Sollerön – known as the Island of the Sun and the inspiration for her extraordinary debut album – Winona Oak is every bit as enchanting as her origin story. With a childhood spent encountering more animals than people, she grew up a trained horse acrobat and pursued creative expression however she could, writing poetry and songs and playing violin and piano from a young age. After moving to Stockholm to pursue her passion for music, Winona honed her craft and landed a deal with Atlantic/Neon Gold Records. Soon after, the budding songstress met Australian electronic maestro What So Not and the two co-wrote his singles “Better,” “Stuck In Orbit“ and “Beautiful,” which highlighted Winona as the track's featured artist. She then went on to collaborate with The Chainsmokers on their RIAA gold-certified hit single, “Hope” and soon followed with her runaway success debut solo single, ”He Don't Love Me.” In 2020, Winona released her first EP, Closure, followed quickly by her critically acclaimed sophomore EP, SHE, earning praise from the likes of PAPER, which declared, “Winona Oak is a name you should know.” Winona celebrated SHE with a stirring live performance of the title track as part of CBS' The Late Show with Stephen Colbert's #PLAYATHOME series, streaming HERE. 2021 saw Winona collaborate with breakout bedroom pop star ELIO on “Nobody Loves Me.” Now, with the long-anticipated arrival of Island of the Sun, Winona Oak fully affirms her remarkable promise as one of today's most original and compelling new artists. We want to hear from you! Please email Tera@BringinitBackwards.com.www.BringinitBackwards.com#podcast #interview #bringinbackpod #WinonaOak #IslandOfTheSun#NewMusic #zoom Listen & Subscribe to BiB https://www.bringinitbackwards.com/follow/ Follow our podcast on Instagram and Twitter! https://www.facebook.com/groups/bringinbackpod

This week, the NTWIC crew talks INDIE-POP! Jake's pick this week, reaching back into the glory days of soundcloud. Jake talks his experience this unique outfit as they played an influential role in modern future bass and soundcloud rap sound palettes. Does their vocal style sound more like a VST? Did the duo really go through the emotional turmoil that they have talked about while writing together? Are they siblings? Who honestly knows. All of this, and so much more, here on NTWIC Radio!

En Música de Contrabando , revista diaria de música en Onda Regional de Murcia (hoy vamos de 23,05 a 01,00h) Pirineos Sur cierra su edición más ambiciosa con las incorporaciones de Robe, Nathy Peluso, Macaco y Tanxugueiras. El Festival Jardins de Pedralbes presenta el cartel de la décima edición, que se llevará a cabo entre el 7 de junio y el 24 de julio de 2022. Weezer han estrenado esta semana el primer avance de SZNZ, una colección de cuatro EPs inspirados en las cuatro estaciones del año. Rosalía lanza el provocativo single “Hentai”, canción clave de su próximo álbum Motomami y el último tema que se publica antes de que el álbum salga a la venta mañana. Lucius colaboran con brandi carlile y sheryl crow en "dance around it" extático nuevo adelanto de perfecto pop que puedes bailar o solo disfrutar de Second nature, su nuevo disco. En "pinky ring" el artista, productor y DJ londinense Peter O'Grady aka Joy Orbison ofrece uno de sus temas más enfocados a la pista de baile en los últimos tiempos. Los Malinches están de vuelta con cambios en su formación y con un nuevo sonido que será plasmado en un tercer álbum que llegará este mismo año. Nuevo single titulado "Nunca Llegas" y que va a lanzar el sello Astro Música/Ataque! este jueves , día de San Patricio. Emilia, Pardo y Bazán vuelven con un nuevo single rompedor como es ‘Bachatas', una tremenda pieza caribeña donde cuentan con la producción de Guille Mostaza. Oh Wonder regresan con la noticia de un nuevo álbum, '22 Make', y el nuevo single 'Magnificent'. Cartola Tremo presenta Tiempo al Tiempo, es ese primer parpadeo en los días en los que decides que la inercia sea tu impulso, y abandonas los sueños y las aspiraciones porque no crees que vaya a cambiar nada. Hablamos con Coque Malla acerca de “Mi nombre es Coque Malla. Una confesión musical”, un show a medio camino entre el espectáculo teatral y el concierto, donde el cantante de Los Ronaldos repasa su trayectoria vital y profesional a través de las canciones que han marcado su historia. En la agenda del fin de semana reseñamos conciertos de Jethro Tull, Coque Malla, Green Comet Fest (Brutal Thin), Dead Beens, Estrella Morente, Ambkor, Murcia, que heavy eres, El Canijo de Jérez, Les Luthiers, Xtasy. Pablo Milanés...Tras 5 años de silencio, vuelve a la carga Carlos Vudú y el Clan Jukebox "Crimen y Castigo" , producida por Raúl de Lara, es el adelanto de su nuevo album. Hablamos con Carlos Vudú.

Poco hablamos de lo que nos incomoda, poco hablamos de lo que nos causa dolor, pero creo que una buena forma de sanar ese dolor, también implica hablarlo. Poco hablamos de cómo sanar un corazón roto. Feliz 14 de febrero (adelantado), para esta fecha quería abordar algo acerca del amor, pero creo que muchos pasan esta fecha con el corazón roto, así que...este es mi humilde regalo para todos ustedes. Gracias por escucharme, tómate tu tiempo para sanar tu corazón. Escucha a Oh Wonder: youtube.com/channel/UCmN_s8-4GfK2YYUkReUlHvg Escríbeme en: Instagram: @laura.rengifoo Dale, si te gustó suscríbete y compártelo. Te amo, byeeeee. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/laura-rengifo/message

In this episode of the Get Lit Minute, your weekly poetry podcast, we spotlight the life and work of poet, Traci Brimhall. Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and New England Review, among others. Some of her work has also been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, Best of the Net, PBS Newshour, and Best American Poetry 2013 & 2014. Source This episode includes a reading of her poem,  "Oh Wonder", featured in our 2021 Get Lit Anthology."Oh Wonder"It's the garden spider who eats her mistakesat the end of day so she can billow in the lungof night, dangling from an insecure branch  or caught on the coral spur of a dove's footand sleep, her spinnerets trailing radials likeungathered hair. It's a million pound cumulus.  It's the stratosphere, holding it, miraculous. It'sa mammatus rolling her weight through duskwaiting to unhook and shake free the hail.  Sometimes it's so ordinary it escapes your notice—pothos reaching for windows, ease of an avocadoslipping its skin. A porcelain boy with lamp-black  eyes told me most mammals have the same averagenumber of heartbeats in a lifetime. It is the mouseengine that hums too hot to last. It is the blue whale's  slow electricity—six pumps per minute is the wayto live centuries. I think it's also the hummingbirdI saw in a video lifted off a cement floor by firefighters  and fed sugar water until she was again a tempest.It wasn't when my mother lay on the garage floorand my brother lifted her while I tried to shout louder  than her sobs. But it was her heart, a washable ink.It was her dark's genius, how it moaned slow enoughto outlive her. It is the orca who pushes her dead calf  a thousand miles before she drops it or it falls apart.And it is also when she plays with her pod the dayafter. It is the night my son tugs at his pajama  collar and cries: The sad is so big I can't get it all out,and I behold him, astonished, his sadness as cleanand abundant as spring. His thunder-heart, a marvel  I refuse to invade with empathy. And outside, cloudsgroan like gods, a garden spider consumes her home.It's knowing she can weave it tomorrow between  citrus leaves and earth. It's her chamberless heartcleaving the length of her body. It is lifting my soninto my lap to witness the birth of his grieving.Support the show (https://getlit.org/donate/)

In the fourteenth episode and Season Two finale of Times Like These, the guys use their big brains to try and get deep with life updates, deep thoughts, the importance of failure, the concept of mistakes, and more. This episode was recorded on September 16, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below, or tag us on Twitter! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live For business inquiries, contact emailslikethese@gmail.com Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

Listener new music for October concludes. Liam McIndoe tells us about Memory Foam and Kody Nielson. And Scot Isom picks Oh Wonder and Jeff Tweedy. Steven Routledge fills in for Patrick as cohost. Episode editor: Samantha Reed Become a Rockin' the Suburbs patron - support the show and get bonus content - at Patreon.com/suburbspod Subscribe to Rockin' the Suburbs on Apple Podcasts/iTunes or other podcast platforms, including audioBoom, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Amazon, iHeart, Stitcher and TuneIn. Or listen at SuburbsPod.com. Please rate/review the show on Apple Podcasts and share it with your friends. Visit our website at SuburbsPod.com Email Jim & Patrick at rock@suburbspod.com Follow us on the Twitter, Facebook or Instagram @suburbspod If you're glad or sad or high, call the Suburban Party Line — 612-440-1984. Theme music: "Ascension," originally by Quartjar, covered by Frank Muffin. Visit quartjar.bandcamp.com and frankmuffin.bandcamp.com (c) Artie S. Industries LLC

After nearly breaking up in 2020, Oh Wonder's Anthony and Josephine Vander West emerged with 22 Break, a somber, moving document of their relationship. With a make up album in the works, the couple talks to Jordan and Demi about how they compose their songs and why they're such a great team.

Halloween is right around the corner and one of the best ways to get in the mood for it is setting the mood with music! Mike and Adam share some songs – both modern and classic – that we hope you'll add to your own Halloween playlists. Also discussed, we share our thoughts on music and albums from Oh Wonder, The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die, Ian Miles, Knocked Loose, Tom Morello, Nine Inch Nails, Lonely The Brave, L.A. Salami, Sleep Token, Red Hot Chili Peppers and John Frusciante. Find us on social media: https://discord.gg/2jv87Wypvw https://www.twitter.com/TheSkinnyPod https://www.instagram.com/mikewearsprada mail to:theskinnywithmikeandadam@gmail.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theskinnywithmikeandadam/support

October 06, 2021 All Out Hosted by: Rico, & Karla Special Guest/s: Oh Wonder

In this episode, Callum and Jamie continue their discussion with genre spanning songwriter, arranger, producer and multi-instrumentalist, Tobie Tripp.We talk to Tobie about his session work with artists like JP Cooper and Tom Misch. You'll discover how he builds trust in a session, how the digital age has changed the landscape for songwriters and why it's important to focus on quality over quantity.Tobie has written songs for The Vamps, Tom Misch, and arranged strings for the likes of Westlife, Stormzy, J Hus, Michael Kiwanuka, New Hope Club and Oh Wonder.Other artists Tobie has worked with include George Ezra, Stormzy, Fredo, Fraser T Smith, MJ Cole, Arlo Parks, Ella Henderson, James TW, Olivia Dean, and Tom Grennan.As a performer, he's played Glastonbury, Isle of Wight, Cape Town Jazz Festival, Reading & Leeds, Radio 1, Jimmy Kimmel, and The One Show. We're so excited to have Tobie on the show and pick his brain for the advice he wish he'd known earlier in his career so make yourself a tea, sit back and get ready to learn! Don't forget to send us your questions to @iwishiknewthatpod on Facebook and Instagram.We have a couple of great interviews lined up from the A&R and marketing world so make sure you send your burning questions to iwishiknewthatpod@gmail.com and we will forward these on to the appropriate guest. With love, J & C

In this episode, Callum and Jamie chat with genre spanning songwriter, arranger, producer and multi-instrumentalist, Tobie Tripp.Tobie has written songs for The Vamps, Tom Misch, and arranged strings for the likes of Westlife, Stormzy, J Hus, Michael Kiwanuka, New Hope Club and Oh Wonder.Other artists Tobie has worked with include George Ezra, Stormzy, Fredo, Fraser T Smith, MJ Cole, Arlo Parks, Ella Henderson, James TW, Olivia Dean, and Tom Grennan.As a performer, he's played Glastonbury, Isle of Wight, Cape Town Jazz Festival, Reading & Leeds, Radio 1, Jimmy Kimmel, and The One Show. We're so excited to welcome Tobie on the show, discover what tools he's picked up so far in his career and share a few laughs so make yourself a tea, sit back and get ready to learn! Don't forget to let us know your thoughts @iwishiknewthatpod on Facebook and Instagram. We have some great interviews lined up from the A&R and marketing world so make sure you send us your burning questions to iwishiknewthatpod@gmail.com and we'll forward these on to the appropriate guest. With love, J & C

In the thirteenth episode of Times Like These, Nilabh, Geb, and Brendan ramble on about the MCU, Space Jam 2, Star Wars, and a whole lot more nerd stuff. This episode was recorded on July 18, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below, or tag us on Twitter! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live For business inquiries, contact emailslikethese@gmail.com Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

In the twelfth episode of Times Like These, the guys summon Ciciminolo to discuss his past experiences in content creation, music, England's soccer struggles, changing our names, marching band memories, and more. Check out Cameron's stuff! He's an incredible human being! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCphpbs2Nilm2JrnDIyd0mZA | https://www.twitch.tv/livewithcic | https://twitter.com/Ciciminolo This episode was recorded on July 13, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below, or tag us on Twitter! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live For business inquiries, contact emailslikethese@gmail.com Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

In the eleventh episode of Times Like These, the guys talk about Tyler the Creator's new album, John McAfee's death, aliens, fear, and more. Check out Jonah's song here! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGEmJ6BzcQE | https://open.spotify.com/track/2PLKvtJ1r1Ur1Tst860YhL?si=3bc6f92273514ef7 This episode was recorded on June 27, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below, or tag us on Twitter! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live For business inquiries, contact emailslikethese@gmail.com Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY | https://open.spotify.com/track/3lch0MRhxBeOBPta1PfDit?si=d1bd63f6d7a54d16)

In the tenth episode of Times Like These, the four of us cover Juneteenth, Father's Day plans, what it means to be a father (featuring Geb's dad), E3, Scott Cawthon's retirement, overrated and underrated artists, and more. DISCLOSURE: Similarly to last week's Dream controversy, the information regarding Scott Cawthon from June of 2021 was convoluted and provided through an inefficient source. Again, in case we have spread misinformation, we sincerely apologize in advance and will address contradicting information as soon as we are made aware of it. This episode was recorded on June 19, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below, or tag us on Twitter! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live For business inquiries, contact emailslikethese@gmail.com Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

In the ninth episode of Times Like These, the four of us talk about the recent Dream controversy, Bo Burnham's “Inside,” advice we tell ourselves, the seven deadly sins, times we've felt successful, and more. DISCLOSURE: Information regarding Dream's controversy during early June 2021 was very convoluted, as it was primarily explained on a source that is neither efficient nor reliable. We apologize in advance if any details are described poorly due to us being improperly informed. If problems arise regarding said information or if we learn anything that contrasts with what we explained during this episode, we will address these updates in a future episode. This episode was recorded on June 12, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below, or tag us on Twitter! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live For business inquiries, contact emailslikethese@gmail.com Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

In the eighth episode of Times Like These, the four of us summon up-and-coming Twitch streamer Joshmt0312 to discuss his career, The Lost Tapes of the 27 Club, Mr. Hands, and a website for renting internet friends. Strap in, folks, because this one's a little wild. Check out Josh's stuff! https://www.twitch.tv/joshmt0312 | https://twitter.com/Joshmt03 Also, check out the Reborn RPS! https://twitter.com/RebornRPS This episode was recorded on June 6, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Let us know on social media! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have an Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/timeslikethese_podcast/ We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9qwNBoJpEjY)

In the seventh episode of Times Like These, the four of us start off the show's second season by discussing our summer plans and goals, explaining work ethics, diving into SuperMega's NASCAR appearance, reminiscing on childhood video games, and more. This episode was recorded on May 29, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Let us know on social media! Nilabh: https://twitter.com/NilabhSaksena Geb: https://twitter.com/__Geb__ | https://www.twitch.tv/geb_live Jonah: https://twitter.com/JonahJaiz Brendan: https://twitter.com/brendanmg456 | https://www.twitch.tv/papib_live Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

I partied with the most beautiful gay men in Seattle this weekend and I'm on a high now. Preparing my set for this week's dance party at The Treasure Box!! Welcome to my studio gorgeous human!!! -- In today's mix I'm playing with Florence and the Machine, Griz, Tarante Groove Machine, Sweater Beats, Wet, Selena Gomez, Oh Wonder, Citna, Kathali, Ruth B.,YNKE. Enjoy!! come find me: www.chawilde.com @chawilde

In the fifth episode of Times Like These, the four of us take a deeper dive into our past, our sleep cycles, politics, the Covid-19 crisis, and more. This episode was recorded on April 12, 2021. What is Times Like These? A podcast of four broke college guys who love talking to each other as much as the next group of four broke college guys. The more times change, the more they stay the same. We all knew each other through high school, but we started having talks like these with a much larger friend group in our Junior year. It's safe to say that we can relate to a beloved wise man that once claimed, "We know a thing or two because we've seen a thing or two." Have a guest you'd like for us to talk to, a topic you'd like for us to talk about, or a suggestion for us to improve? Leave a comment down below! Check out our Twitter! https://twitter.com/TLT__Podcast We have a TikTok as well! https://www.tiktok.com/@timeslikethese_podcast We're on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/60xdDiVCUCcK7Xoo6GWWo1 We're on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/times-like-these/id1560793788 We're on Google Podcasts! https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy81NDYyZjUwOC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== We're on Breaker! https://www.breaker.audio/times-like-these We're on PocketCasts! https://pca.st/c3o0xyur We're on RadioPublic! https://radiopublic.com/times-like-these-GMoQe1 Intro song: "Oh Wonder" (https://youtu.be/2aw5FuDS8RA) [IF THERE IS A CLAIM ON THE USE OF THIS SONG IN THE INTRO, WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE FORCED ADS, BUT WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL. IT SUCKS. THIS VERSION IS A COVER AND STILL GETS CLAIMED IF WE ARE NOT CAREFUL, WHICH IS A SHAME BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WE LOVE OUR INTRO] Outro song: "Friends" - Cottage (https://youtu.be/9gwNBoJpEjY)

I first got the chance to speak to English alt-pop duo Oh Wonder after they released their hugely popular self-titled debut album back in 2015. We spoke with Josephine and Anthony  a second time at the Pinkpop festival in the Netherlands following the release of their second album Ultralife, and we got to explore their musical and personal lives even more. In this third interview, just before the whole Covid-19 thing, we talked about their third album No One Else Can Wear Your Crown.  As you talk to people more often you begin to form trust, and in this third interview we delved evend eeper, exploring subjects like imposter syndrome,  what it is like to spend so much time together, not really wanting to be famous, interpreting music in many ways, how they wanted to step up their live shows, and a lot more! By: Robin HignellSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/FaceCulture)

Here on Album Brothers we're feeling all loved up, which isn't helped by our Significant Others, Angelica and James. Join us as we listen to Album Bros cheesiest album to date Noone Else Can Wear Your Crown by IRL couple Oh Wonder. Happy valentines day if you're into all that...

欢迎收听第 45 期节目。不知道你每天起床之后，会选择用什么方式来开启自己的一天？如果你是 Vibration 歪波音室的听众，当然要用好音乐来开启一天啦！所以这次，我挑选了几首歌来分享给你。如果你是在起床之后听这期节目，我觉得效果应该会不错，因为这些歌都是非常 Chill、非常轻松开心的音乐，而且很有能量。☕️ 福利活动感谢「永璞咖啡」和「小宇宙 app」所提供的 5 份小飞碟冻干限量咖啡小礼盒。在小宇宙 app 评论区分享你觉得「最适合喝咖啡时候听的音乐」并且聊聊原因，就有机会获得这个小礼盒。我将在 2 月 7 日周日晚上 8 点，公布抽奖结果。希望你能中奖！

This week we're listening to one of the most popular Yes albums and the indi duo Oh Wonder. We find a lot of similarities between our two albums. Our special guest this week is one who is very close to my heart :) Special thanks to Leanna Osinki for the graphic, and Explosive Ear Candy for their song "All Together Now" which is the soundtrack to this podcast.

Callie is a scavenger-gatherer, hunter, wilderness therapy guide, ancestral skills teacher and goat herder who lives nomadically following the seasons and wild food. Chris Ryan co-hosts this episode with me and we discuss everything from Callie's recent appearance on the TV show Alone, her upbringing & close relationship with loss and death, how she transforms grief into gratitude and a commitment to honoring herself and the earth, and the practical and symbolic beauty of goats and how they can help get us back to a more regenerative relationship with the planet. Find Callie at Caprakhan.com and on Instagram @caprakhan Callie's Book Recommendation: Nature and the Human Soul by Bill Plotkin, Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer and Tending the Wild by M. Kat Anderson Songs featured: Solo by Oh Wonder and No Hard Feelings by The Avett Brothers How to support the show: Rate, review and subscribe to the podcast on iTunes! Support my work on Patreon and get access to perks like an exclusive WhatsApp group chat & book club just for patrons! Visit my website - AnyaKaats.com & Find me on Instagram Get full access to A Millennial's Guide to Saving the World at anyakaats.substack.com/subscribe

Three friends discuss Paper Mario, Oh Wonder and Chuck E. Cheese pizza.

In this episode we delve into what's happening with women in Mexico, why they have created a historic movement, the unprecedented march on March 8th and their strike on March 9th, when they all decided to "disappear" with no movement online, at work or in the streets, having an economic impact of over £1 bn on the country. Grab your avocado on toast and your coffee during this social distancing time and join us! ARTICLES ABOUT THE STRIKE https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-51811040 https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/mar/09/thousands-mexican-women-protest-violence-murders-femicide-government-inaction https://www.latimes.com/world-nation/story/2020-03-09/half-empty-offices-schools-and-businesses-mexico-goes-a-day-without-women https://www.latimes.com/world-nation/story/2020-03-09/half-empty-offices-schools-and-businesses-mexico-goes-a-day-without-women OUR RECOMMENDATIONS Films and TV -Knives Out (film) -Rush (film, on Netflix) Music Circa Waves - Happy, Sad (album) Haim - The Steps (single) Oh Wonder (band) Dizzy (band) Books The Heavens by Sandra Newman Girl Woman Other by Bernardine Evaristo

In this week's episode we talk to dream pop duo Oh Wonder about why they connected over a love of the music of Ben Gibbard and his band Death Cab for Cutie.

（上图为吕冬）#不得安分#是虎扯电台的话题之一，关注那些不满足于现状的年轻人，他们都做了与众不同的职业选择。两年前，在各大中文主流媒体上，都可以看到关于吕冬的报道。正如我们标题所说的那样，他吸引媒体的地方在于，他在事业巅峰期毅然决然辞去了年薪数十万元的广告工作，转而在朋友圈通过众筹的方式集资开了一家独立书店“乐读书社”，就在他从大学便开始生活的城市——长春——和其他东北城市一样的文化洼地。对于往自己身上贴“文艺青年”这个标签，吕冬显得十分谨慎，他不觉得自己会因为骑行川藏线内心就被净化、也不认为自己读了些文艺作品就从里到外和别人有哪些不同。但他似乎在一次次的尝试中，更坚定了一些事情，同时，那种害怕自己变成自己讨厌的人的恐惧，最终驱使他跟过去诀别。事实上，一直以来吕冬都是人群中的少数派，他笑说，今天回头看，当年那些略带无意识的选择其实可以用一个文艺的说法包装起来，“有的人适合在跑道上，有的人适合在路边鼓掌”。《虎扯》难得有机会遇到了从长春出差来北京的吕冬，他的行程颇多，我们见缝插针，在他活动间隙在798的一家咖啡厅跟他聊了聊他的经历、他的纠结。因为在外面录音，嘈杂的背景音也不免会被收录，希望大家多担待，我们会继续不断为大家寻找更多有趣的年轻人，不断提高录制质量。【01：06】高考结束后选择就读吉林大学商学院【01：52】大学时期自我意识的觉醒【02：41】人群中少数派【03：56】为什么放弃广告公司的高薪工作【05：20】内心的变化从骑行川藏线开始【07：47】骑行回来认真工作回报公司【08：04】旅行多地后，希望能给生活的城市带来一些改变【09：13】两年走遍全国各地300多家书店【09：34】辞职的纠结【10：03】决定跟从前的生活诀别【11：19】重新开始的起点为什么依然选择长春【12：10】书店行业不景气【12：47】朋友圈众筹开书店【14：13】当年的朋友圈众筹文案【15：45】对乐读书社影响很大的两本书——《岛上书店》、《书店》【17：04】乐读书社营业状况不佳，但也做了很多新的尝试【17：58】开书店的真实生活与最初的想象的偏差【19：29】害怕书店变成拍照场所吗【21：04】给想改变职业去实现情怀的年轻人的小建议BGM Playlist：1950 by King PrincessCrowded Places by BanksLost With You by Freya RidingsThe Night We Met by Lord HuronSober by Demi LovatoTouch by ShuraAll We Do by Oh Wonder