Podcasts about Questlove

The Roots aus Philadelphia sind nicht nur die langjährige Showband von Jimmy Fallons Tonight Show, sie sind eine der legendärsten Hip Hop Crews überhaupt. Kürzlich haben The Roots einige Konzerte in Europa gespielt – eines davon in Eisenstadt. Dort hat Nina Hochrainer Gründungsmitglied und Drummer Questlove zum Gespräch getroffen. Questlove ist auch sonst vielbeschäftigt: Er ist Produzent, Musiktheoretiker und Buchautor, DJ, Podcast-Host und Regisseur: Dieses Jahr sind gleich zwei Dokus von ihm erschienen: „50 years of SNL music“ über Saturday Night Live und „Sly lives!“ über den heuer verstorbenen Soul/Funk-Musiker Sly Stone. Im Interview spricht Questlove über die Anfänge der Roots in Europa, die Bedeutung von Protestrap im Jahr 2025 und die aktuelle politische Realität in den USA, über seine Game Nights mit Celebrity Friends und seinen DJ Fail bei Barack Obama im Weißen Haus. Sendungshinweis: FM4, Sounds Like FM4, 15.04.2025, 14 Uhr

Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place IOh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesnt take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! What happened? Whats the 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember tgis mologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omletts 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame The faming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– re d with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily avalible What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} HEHEHEHE. HEY! Relax. NO. This party is OUT of control. SOMEBODY GO GET QUESTLOVE OUT THAT TREE. HAH! Shutup. NIGGA GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA DAT TREE. _____ Some party. I guess. Why is Questlove in a tree. I don't know. That party is pretty wild. This is insane. _ NIGGA GET THE FUCK OUT THE TREE. _ YO. where are you AT. I'm at the kiosk. You're not at the kiosk! I'm at the kiosk! It's probably another kiosk, then. What! [he walks a few feet. There is indeed another kiosk; upon further investigation, there is a kiosk every few feet.] What! I gotta go. My phone's about to– Hello. [Everywhere is kiosks. This is frustrating.] Dammit. WHAT. {Enter The Multiverse] A very large prized pig is captured and literally hogtied, however–this is a challenge. The pig, while beautiful, is also humongous–and appears to understand that he is being pignapped. Why would I tel the whole story When no one loves me If I had a gun, Well, I would be gone already? Why trek to Alaska For thousands of dollars To come home to no one and nobody But rotten corpses on motorcycles Where it just starts over But now you're poorer. I want to die But I want to see my son again. He's not suffering, I am But starting to resent what he doesn't understand. To the world I'm a horrible mother But no one quite knows the half of it but God And the whole problem is what is not God in the world Is all for the other's purpose. Some probably respect I was punched In front of my son And then wonder's why At some point I could no longer Hold on Insomniac So someone should go slam the door when I ponder my own thoughts I'd probably walk off a walk on roll I don't lock up no more I just go out Knowing government drones probably watch And turn over the apartment As I'm out trying to own a home But of course, nothing I do in the world is of value And I'm no one No one at all in New York and the options are Where I don't want to be Or in Saint Monica homeless. I'd get a dog if I wanted to walk it But since I don't I just sit with a plush in my lap Who I call “Gus” And it purposeless But otherwise meaningful Since from here and now And otherwise Nobody has ever loved me As much as my mother And that's saying something If you knew the whole story So no one has loved me romantically; Almost all my life was a horror show Until I started to grow up With the knowing that probably Nothing I do could be more than wrong So doing nothing becomes the hard part When all I watch are stars And I'm just not one Then again, you know It was that word That threw the first punch And then over and over And over and over And nobody loves me But everybody's got a whole story And new York's disgusting because of it How troublesome I don't have time for your politics It's a mind game but there's no reward, Or honor in it After all, when tied up in the court process And pretending the noise was not a problem And I should be so lucky In a luxury apartment Coming out of a homeless shelter But it's almost been just as horrible As other black girls trying to pull my hair out Having screaming pigs and ugly men on motorcycles Drive in circles Wearing jackets that say “I have to do this, cause Jack says” And whoever Jack is writes them pychecks Except Since it politics He might even be getting over considering Passion fuels the utmost violence And in this case Imm supposed to be the only one To go about it All the paperwork and recordings But really I don't want to Even if it earns a millions dollars In the name of God It wasn't my problem Unless I am one And otherwise, These men are sick And making people sick Is just their business I need no medication I need an new apartment But how awful my country supports that I just don't deserve one Under the circumstances But the white man Lives on borrowed time In bloodshed On stolen land Regardless of color The illusion of power Is almost over And what's more is Your only army Is considering going home (Post mortem) Considering going to God Who must have lost control just enough To cause all of the apocalypse Put the whole world in a mental hospital And lock them up for dollars and cents Unless the good drugs make sense For the blondes and the beautiful The rest of them are problems Who can go to rot, I suppose. The rest of us are unwanted colored problems Can't stay here But the kids at the music school are fake nice And I'm done pulling my heart out And scratching my eyes out Just fucking trying Just fucking trying What is the point Of being in a prison For people who love oceans and trees And decent people? There's no one in New York to really love But babies and dogs And the whole world is horrible just knowing that I don't want to do anything but die Every time I ride the subway I wish I was white From the way that that white folks treat me And I wish I was blonde Because blondes seem to have it so fucking easy It's hard to believe I'm furious, furious Aren't you curious, curious how I got here? I'm serious, serious You should let me in, let me in I'm serious, serious You should have let me in, let me in Is he okay, Is he okay? Now I'm David Grohl on the whole retrospective Now I'm an old rockstar with some world left Now I know I'm the one with the mother gone Now I know, Now I know Now I know… That I don't Overall, I don't Somebody new Somebody grain and l steaming Somebody hidden and secret and wishing well Wishing well in Hell Or midtown Manhattan Or middle man Or Middle East Or Midwest Or just middle Somewhere else I, Learned to live her Learn to live here— Feeling better Feeling worn out, Look at this disgusting place Now where I live matches how I feel Going here from there, and four to five And no matter what I take the L, But it's jail and the guards are on motorcycles Controlling your thoughts for a zoning war I have heard of her And from earth to the core of our other outer planets, Further species, I know I've been here before, But on some shore I'm surfing So sure I did something wrong I don't want to know her But j don't know what other force of nature Might have caused this Caution The cautionary tale is coming Sure I never know what the other God wrote But I'm not living God, I'm a problem woman at the moment We're all technically free people, Not actually incarcerated But when it comes to wealth and racism, hatred You better bet we're all slaves And they not even Jesus can save us Even if he makes it in time, And the thing is with this one, Time precedes even his own existence Sorry my brother They want the war here I've got a heart for honor and honesty and hard word But no one seems to care or notice Not at all No one even knows my name And no one even offers a spot on the bus Or a quick dollar. What it means To be so tired That by the time you're back All you do is watch And try not to reflect On the ugly and awkward Imagine all the time in the world To be nothing but God and go Golfing. And be perfect, a woman Whatever you chose to do is the whole of it And no one can own you, Besides for on paper You government name has betrayed you, they say Your government name has betrayed you. Do you know how good you look? Not goof enough to get a good one Do you know how much medication it makes To make meditation the start of you day I've run all out of energy And the vampires seem to think That's what's wrong with me Altoigh I'm the one feeding these creatures Thats okay Lately, I have more than I need They can trim the fat And take all the hard stuff Till I become one of them And they start to wonder What the fuck is wrong with all of us I left my light at home, sufererer— I should be surfing, But I'm writing psalms and songbooks Fawning over songbirds and beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful genetic weapons One day I'll become her I'm not supposed to say the most l Or really anything at all And it all hurts But we're all here And I'll kill my self one day Probably right here, near this station If not in it Who brought a trouser pantsuit to the apocalypse Cryptic, these runes, But I can decipher it I want a dolphin, a dolphin, a dolphin I want to love them all But to all of them I'm hopeless I can't help falling for I'm not the one to hold on, m I l [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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THE TREE PEOPLE greet QUESTLOVE warmly into their abode with open arms. He is in awe of the intricate beauty and allure of the hidden land amongst the trees. In essence, they have been expecting QUESTLOVE'S arrival for quite some time; though he quite innocently only had wandered up the tree, initially to have a break from the wild party below, he in an instant found himself at peace there, and soon his new friends, calling from the peaks of the interwoven world Oh, lol ‘The Roots' –I get it Shh. Not yet. We're almost there. Lil bitz So I go to tranfer trains out of Manhattan headed toward Brooklyn and I head to the airport be of the platform, cause that's where my car is And there's this crazy guy like freaking out Like “Aghhhhhhhhhhh!” And everyone is standing away from him, like, at a safe distance, and I'm lik, suicidal like “Meh, we are the same.” He's freaking out, he even gets real close “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”” I'm like “Fuck it.” So he's freaking out— and that's not the funny part— “ That's actually very serious— serious mental health problems New York City has— But the funny part is this dude is kind of realizing I'm the only one that isn't standing away from him, and so he gets closer, I'm like “whatever, my crazy is in the inside, it's okay” But the funny part is, the rain starts coming, so people start getting closer and up comes this lady, and without saying anything, she sees this dude is kind of close to me and like checks up on me, just naturally— This is why I love New York, this was a sunny display of human kindness, without saying anything— She kind of just comes up with her umbrella in both hands like a fucking baseball bat and she's like “You good? I got an umbrella!” And just kind of smacks it against her hand like a police baton, she's looking down this dude like “Batter up, bitch!” I'm like “Thanks homie, damn! But I'm good, like… I'm about to jump in front of this oncoming train— that shit's crazy. This guy's okay, though, he's really not..: You know. “I got an umbrella!” Daaaamn homie! Okay! The immortal Citezens bigade The temple of sound Corpus Unam It started out st TiTs, but it ended up at TAINT. STEFON Isn't it wonderful? no! This place is gross! I want to go home now. JOHNNY DEPP finally wakes up from that nap. He looks confused. Which club was it?! It wasn't a club! I told you a spade! But I have four aces I have four aces Vegas will all make sense now Every tattoo is a closure You lose your composure when you come close so, Write me a letter I hope you feel better, with medicine I hope every note I ever spoke or wrote about you Pulls your hair grey Or out Until it's all gone I'm sure I'm a problem I'm no Monroe, O'Fallon Suddenly it's back again Like a flash, I reacted to the paralyzing waves of danger I sense on every strange aspect of this Garage lined industrial turned residential Dumpster to a nightmare And I'm sure I'm there I saw you blew it And evacuated; All day my brainwaves are Will Forte Leslie Jones And Dratch In no particular order, Last night was a whole show I had Eddie Murphy over For Richard Pryor We all won Oscars, Is that not the most remarkable thing That ever happened on this block? Show people I got no morals, no decorum No noteworthy Toolbox No trustworthy robots Not a dollar to my net worth I own networks, all of them Merge them all into a media conglomerate I grow doll hair out of my pretty eyeballs I don't go where the sun don't shine So the sun don't shine at Rockerfeller Plaza. AHAHA charade you all are And I'm just Monday Hot gossip Just fall out, blossom Just got hot dollops on a lot of chocolate Armed library coture And if you're not sure if or not I've lost it I sure have, You won But I'm all for one What'd you call it Rotten mouth show Rotten acoundrels, candy apples I tipped four hogs over Your lost faux of conciousness on All of the waffles The Oscar's was the award Cause God Sure Loves Conan Fuck you hospital hoe. I know I failed SNL Before I even got started Hidden Silent Cosmic Circles But still Sometimes I can't help But love them all[Liz] JOHNNY DEPP … is this the Boom Boom Room? No, Johnny. It is not. I asked for The Boom Boom Room! I saw Beyonce on the ride home But I don't wonder why were wonderful I just roll on. Something like troll under a bridge cause That's where it is when you wriggle it into your middle finger just to dismantle the antics the candle the hammer the mattress the fell on the family the Fallon the manhole the Gasp! See I told you it's a trap. So why not impale your life on the rim of the holy grail, Holy hell I skipped supper seven days just to acquire A cigarette lighter I see Tina Fey in everything When it makes sense And sense when did I get this obsessive about Nonsense I was just Never that fucking interested in? Sitting in the kitchen without pants on Hair half braided hating my apartment Like I forgot I was lucky to have one But what fun is it in a dungeon When in any direction you escape You take the L! I failed at l finger economics One Two Three Four I Declare A Thumb War! And the world keeps going Like over and ovver, But those two dumb dumbs Are still thumb warrig, and so the story goes On and on Like I never fell off the roof, Like I never turned my tv off Like I never wanted Timmy Turner Like i'm not about to run a life up my arm Like I'm lying about the psychotic Like I can't be anywhere but here? My circle is bigger And my friends, are fans And my fans, You're a fan of Hire a lawyer To fight a white girl Who slams doors In the Trump World No thanks. I'd rather be buried alive Then at least it's quiet. Just be glad you're alive! Why?! If I'm not thriving And trust me as I sit writing The uglies are warring me out of the world I belong in. This one is suffering and dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores But you'll never know the answer Without words And son, I just don't want to have them No, I never want to talk about it Unless you're the Oprah And why would Oprah even want To open the apostle up, When I just told the decoy Every other problem I've ever had. Wonder what? My words are words, And long after the world turns over I'll be remembered as someone everyone loves For writing about how no one ever really loved her. So I cry until my stomach hurts, And I catch the door before it slams, And I never kick the cat, so the cat comes back But Fans And fans And fans. I never kick the cat, So the cat comes back And fans And fans And fans I never kick the cat So the cat comes back And I can't hit her So she acts like that So she acts like that So she acts like that And fans And fans And fans {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

THE TREE PEOPLE greet QUESTLOVE warmly into their abode with open arms. He is in awe of the intricate beauty and allure of the hidden land amongst the trees. In essence, they have been expecting QUESTLOVE'S arrival for quite some time; though he quite innocently only had wandered up the tree, initially to have a break from the wild party below, he in an instant found himself at peace there, and soon his new friends, calling from the peaks of the interwoven world Oh, lol ‘The Roots' –I get it Shh. Not yet. We're almost there. Lil bitz So I go to tranfer trains out of Manhattan headed toward Brooklyn and I head to the airport be of the platform, cause that's where my car is And there's this crazy guy like freaking out Like “Aghhhhhhhhhhh!” And everyone is standing away from him, like, at a safe distance, and I'm lik, suicidal like “Meh, we are the same.” He's freaking out, he even gets real close “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”” I'm like “Fuck it.” So he's freaking out— and that's not the funny part— “ That's actually very serious— serious mental health problems New York City has— But the funny part is this dude is kind of realizing I'm the only one that isn't standing away from him, and so he gets closer, I'm like “whatever, my crazy is in the inside, it's okay” But the funny part is, the rain starts coming, so people start getting closer and up comes this lady, and without saying anything, she sees this dude is kind of close to me and like checks up on me, just naturally— This is why I love New York, this was a sunny display of human kindness, without saying anything— She kind of just comes up with her umbrella in both hands like a fucking baseball bat and she's like “You good? I got an umbrella!” And just kind of smacks it against her hand like a police baton, she's looking down this dude like “Batter up, bitch!” I'm like “Thanks homie, damn! But I'm good, like… I'm about to jump in front of this oncoming train— that shit's crazy. This guy's okay, though, he's really not..: You know. “I got an umbrella!” Daaaamn homie! Okay! The immortal Citezens bigade The temple of sound Corpus Unam It started out st TiTs, but it ended up at TAINT. STEFON Isn't it wonderful? no! This place is gross! I want to go home now. JOHNNY DEPP finally wakes up from that nap. He looks confused. Which club was it?! It wasn't a club! I told you a spade! But I have four aces I have four aces Vegas will all make sense now Every tattoo is a closure You lose your composure when you come close so, Write me a letter I hope you feel better, with medicine I hope every note I ever spoke or wrote about you Pulls your hair grey Or out Until it's all gone I'm sure I'm a problem I'm no Monroe, O'Fallon Suddenly it's back again Like a flash, I reacted to the paralyzing waves of danger I sense on every strange aspect of this Garage lined industrial turned residential Dumpster to a nightmare And I'm sure I'm there I saw you blew it And evacuated; All day my brainwaves are Will Forte Leslie Jones And Dratch In no particular order, Last night was a whole show I had Eddie Murphy over For Richard Pryor We all won Oscars, Is that not the most remarkable thing That ever happened on this block? Show people I got no morals, no decorum No noteworthy Toolbox No trustworthy robots Not a dollar to my net worth I own networks, all of them Merge them all into a media conglomerate I grow doll hair out of my pretty eyeballs I don't go where the sun don't shine So the sun don't shine at Rockerfeller Plaza. AHAHA charade you all are And I'm just Monday Hot gossip Just fall out, blossom Just got hot dollops on a lot of chocolate Armed library coture And if you're not sure if or not I've lost it I sure have, You won But I'm all for one What'd you call it Rotten mouth show Rotten acoundrels, candy apples I tipped four hogs over Your lost faux of conciousness on All of the waffles The Oscar's was the award Cause God Sure Loves Conan Fuck you hospital hoe. I know I failed SNL Before I even got started Hidden Silent Cosmic Circles But still Sometimes I can't help But love them all[Liz] JOHNNY DEPP … is this the Boom Boom Room? No, Johnny. It is not. I asked for The Boom Boom Room! I saw Beyonce on the ride home But I don't wonder why were wonderful I just roll on. Something like troll under a bridge cause That's where it is when you wriggle it into your middle finger just to dismantle the antics the candle the hammer the mattress the fell on the family the Fallon the manhole the Gasp! See I told you it's a trap. So why not impale your life on the rim of the holy grail, Holy hell I skipped supper seven days just to acquire A cigarette lighter I see Tina Fey in everything When it makes sense And sense when did I get this obsessive about Nonsense I was just Never that fucking interested in? Sitting in the kitchen without pants on Hair half braided hating my apartment Like I forgot I was lucky to have one But what fun is it in a dungeon When in any direction you escape You take the L! I failed at l finger economics One Two Three Four I Declare A Thumb War! And the world keeps going Like over and ovver, But those two dumb dumbs Are still thumb warrig, and so the story goes On and on Like I never fell off the roof, Like I never turned my tv off Like I never wanted Timmy Turner Like i'm not about to run a life up my arm Like I'm lying about the psychotic Like I can't be anywhere but here? My circle is bigger And my friends, are fans And my fans, You're a fan of Hire a lawyer To fight a white girl Who slams doors In the Trump World No thanks. I'd rather be buried alive Then at least it's quiet. Just be glad you're alive! Why?! If I'm not thriving And trust me as I sit writing The uglies are warring me out of the world I belong in. This one is suffering and dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores But you'll never know the answer Without words And son, I just don't want to have them No, I never want to talk about it Unless you're the Oprah And why would Oprah even want To open the apostle up, When I just told the decoy Every other problem I've ever had. Wonder what? My words are words, And long after the world turns over I'll be remembered as someone everyone loves For writing about how no one ever really loved her. So I cry until my stomach hurts, And I catch the door before it slams, And I never kick the cat, so the cat comes back But Fans And fans And fans. I never kick the cat, So the cat comes back And fans And fans And fans I never kick the cat So the cat comes back And I can't hit her So she acts like that So she acts like that So she acts like that And fans And fans And fans {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place IOh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesnt take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! What happened? Whats the 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember tgis mologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omletts 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame The faming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– re d with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily avalible What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} HEHEHEHE. HEY! Relax. NO. This party is OUT of control. SOMEBODY GO GET QUESTLOVE OUT THAT TREE. HAH! Shutup. NIGGA GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA DAT TREE. _____ Some party. I guess. Why is Questlove in a tree. I don't know. That party is pretty wild. This is insane. _ NIGGA GET THE FUCK OUT THE TREE. _ YO. where are you AT. I'm at the kiosk. You're not at the kiosk! I'm at the kiosk! It's probably another kiosk, then. What! [he walks a few feet. There is indeed another kiosk; upon further investigation, there is a kiosk every few feet.] What! I gotta go. My phone's about to– Hello. [Everywhere is kiosks. This is frustrating.] Dammit. WHAT. {Enter The Multiverse] A very large prized pig is captured and literally hogtied, however–this is a challenge. The pig, while beautiful, is also humongous–and appears to understand that he is being pignapped. Why would I tel the whole story When no one loves me If I had a gun, Well, I would be gone already? Why trek to Alaska For thousands of dollars To come home to no one and nobody But rotten corpses on motorcycles Where it just starts over But now you're poorer. I want to die But I want to see my son again. He's not suffering, I am But starting to resent what he doesn't understand. To the world I'm a horrible mother But no one quite knows the half of it but God And the whole problem is what is not God in the world Is all for the other's purpose. Some probably respect I was punched In front of my son And then wonder's why At some point I could no longer Hold on Insomniac So someone should go slam the door when I ponder my own thoughts I'd probably walk off a walk on roll I don't lock up no more I just go out Knowing government drones probably watch And turn over the apartment As I'm out trying to own a home But of course, nothing I do in the world is of value And I'm no one No one at all in New York and the options are Where I don't want to be Or in Saint Monica homeless. I'd get a dog if I wanted to walk it But since I don't I just sit with a plush in my lap Who I call “Gus” And it purposeless But otherwise meaningful Since from here and now And otherwise Nobody has ever loved me As much as my mother And that's saying something If you knew the whole story So no one has loved me romantically; Almost all my life was a horror show Until I started to grow up With the knowing that probably Nothing I do could be more than wrong So doing nothing becomes the hard part When all I watch are stars And I'm just not one Then again, you know It was that word That threw the first punch And then over and over And over and over And nobody loves me But everybody's got a whole story And new York's disgusting because of it How troublesome I don't have time for your politics It's a mind game but there's no reward, Or honor in it After all, when tied up in the court process And pretending the noise was not a problem And I should be so lucky In a luxury apartment Coming out of a homeless shelter But it's almost been just as horrible As other black girls trying to pull my hair out Having screaming pigs and ugly men on motorcycles Drive in circles Wearing jackets that say “I have to do this, cause Jack says” And whoever Jack is writes them pychecks Except Since it politics He might even be getting over considering Passion fuels the utmost violence And in this case Imm supposed to be the only one To go about it All the paperwork and recordings But really I don't want to Even if it earns a millions dollars In the name of God It wasn't my problem Unless I am one And otherwise, These men are sick And making people sick Is just their business I need no medication I need an new apartment But how awful my country supports that I just don't deserve one Under the circumstances But the white man Lives on borrowed time In bloodshed On stolen land Regardless of color The illusion of power Is almost over And what's more is Your only army Is considering going home (Post mortem) Considering going to God Who must have lost control just enough To cause all of the apocalypse Put the whole world in a mental hospital And lock them up for dollars and cents Unless the good drugs make sense For the blondes and the beautiful The rest of them are problems Who can go to rot, I suppose. The rest of us are unwanted colored problems Can't stay here But the kids at the music school are fake nice And I'm done pulling my heart out And scratching my eyes out Just fucking trying Just fucking trying What is the point Of being in a prison For people who love oceans and trees And decent people? There's no one in New York to really love But babies and dogs And the whole world is horrible just knowing that I don't want to do anything but die Every time I ride the subway I wish I was white From the way that that white folks treat me And I wish I was blonde Because blondes seem to have it so fucking easy It's hard to believe I'm furious, furious Aren't you curious, curious how I got here? I'm serious, serious You should let me in, let me in I'm serious, serious You should have let me in, let me in Is he okay, Is he okay? Now I'm David Grohl on the whole retrospective Now I'm an old rockstar with some world left Now I know I'm the one with the mother gone Now I know, Now I know Now I know… That I don't Overall, I don't Somebody new Somebody grain and l steaming Somebody hidden and secret and wishing well Wishing well in Hell Or midtown Manhattan Or middle man Or Middle East Or Midwest Or just middle Somewhere else I, Learned to live her Learn to live here— Feeling better Feeling worn out, Look at this disgusting place Now where I live matches how I feel Going here from there, and four to five And no matter what I take the L, But it's jail and the guards are on motorcycles Controlling your thoughts for a zoning war I have heard of her And from earth to the core of our other outer planets, Further species, I know I've been here before, But on some shore I'm surfing So sure I did something wrong I don't want to know her But j don't know what other force of nature Might have caused this Caution The cautionary tale is coming Sure I never know what the other God wrote But I'm not living God, I'm a problem woman at the moment We're all technically free people, Not actually incarcerated But when it comes to wealth and racism, hatred You better bet we're all slaves And they not even Jesus can save us Even if he makes it in time, And the thing is with this one, Time precedes even his own existence Sorry my brother They want the war here I've got a heart for honor and honesty and hard word But no one seems to care or notice Not at all No one even knows my name And no one even offers a spot on the bus Or a quick dollar. What it means To be so tired That by the time you're back All you do is watch And try not to reflect On the ugly and awkward Imagine all the time in the world To be nothing but God and go Golfing. And be perfect, a woman Whatever you chose to do is the whole of it And no one can own you, Besides for on paper You government name has betrayed you, they say Your government name has betrayed you. Do you know how good you look? Not goof enough to get a good one Do you know how much medication it makes To make meditation the start of you day I've run all out of energy And the vampires seem to think That's what's wrong with me Altoigh I'm the one feeding these creatures Thats okay Lately, I have more than I need They can trim the fat And take all the hard stuff Till I become one of them And they start to wonder What the fuck is wrong with all of us I left my light at home, sufererer— I should be surfing, But I'm writing psalms and songbooks Fawning over songbirds and beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful genetic weapons One day I'll become her I'm not supposed to say the most l Or really anything at all And it all hurts But we're all here And I'll kill my self one day Probably right here, near this station If not in it Who brought a trouser pantsuit to the apocalypse Cryptic, these runes, But I can decipher it I want a dolphin, a dolphin, a dolphin I want to love them all But to all of them I'm hopeless I can't help falling for I'm not the one to hold on, m I l [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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THE TREE PEOPLE greet QUESTLOVE warmly into their abode with open arms. He is in awe of the intricate beauty and allure of the hidden land amongst the trees. In essence, they have been expecting QUESTLOVE'S arrival for quite some time; though he quite innocently only had wandered up the tree, initially to have a break from the wild party below, he in an instant found himself at peace there, and soon his new friends, calling from the peaks of the interwoven world Oh, lol ‘The Roots' –I get it Shh. Not yet. We're almost there. Lil bitz So I go to tranfer trains out of Manhattan headed toward Brooklyn and I head to the airport be of the platform, cause that's where my car is And there's this crazy guy like freaking out Like “Aghhhhhhhhhhh!” And everyone is standing away from him, like, at a safe distance, and I'm lik, suicidal like “Meh, we are the same.” He's freaking out, he even gets real close “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”” I'm like “Fuck it.” So he's freaking out— and that's not the funny part— “ That's actually very serious— serious mental health problems New York City has— But the funny part is this dude is kind of realizing I'm the only one that isn't standing away from him, and so he gets closer, I'm like “whatever, my crazy is in the inside, it's okay” But the funny part is, the rain starts coming, so people start getting closer and up comes this lady, and without saying anything, she sees this dude is kind of close to me and like checks up on me, just naturally— This is why I love New York, this was a sunny display of human kindness, without saying anything— She kind of just comes up with her umbrella in both hands like a fucking baseball bat and she's like “You good? I got an umbrella!” And just kind of smacks it against her hand like a police baton, she's looking down this dude like “Batter up, bitch!” I'm like “Thanks homie, damn! But I'm good, like… I'm about to jump in front of this oncoming train— that shit's crazy. This guy's okay, though, he's really not..: You know. “I got an umbrella!” Daaaamn homie! Okay! The immortal Citezens bigade The temple of sound Corpus Unam It started out st TiTs, but it ended up at TAINT. STEFON Isn't it wonderful? no! This place is gross! I want to go home now. JOHNNY DEPP finally wakes up from that nap. He looks confused. Which club was it?! It wasn't a club! I told you a spade! But I have four aces I have four aces Vegas will all make sense now Every tattoo is a closure You lose your composure when you come close so, Write me a letter I hope you feel better, with medicine I hope every note I ever spoke or wrote about you Pulls your hair grey Or out Until it's all gone I'm sure I'm a problem I'm no Monroe, O'Fallon Suddenly it's back again Like a flash, I reacted to the paralyzing waves of danger I sense on every strange aspect of this Garage lined industrial turned residential Dumpster to a nightmare And I'm sure I'm there I saw you blew it And evacuated; All day my brainwaves are Will Forte Leslie Jones And Dratch In no particular order, Last night was a whole show I had Eddie Murphy over For Richard Pryor We all won Oscars, Is that not the most remarkable thing That ever happened on this block? Show people I got no morals, no decorum No noteworthy Toolbox No trustworthy robots Not a dollar to my net worth I own networks, all of them Merge them all into a media conglomerate I grow doll hair out of my pretty eyeballs I don't go where the sun don't shine So the sun don't shine at Rockerfeller Plaza. AHAHA charade you all are And I'm just Monday Hot gossip Just fall out, blossom Just got hot dollops on a lot of chocolate Armed library coture And if you're not sure if or not I've lost it I sure have, You won But I'm all for one What'd you call it Rotten mouth show Rotten acoundrels, candy apples I tipped four hogs over Your lost faux of conciousness on All of the waffles The Oscar's was the award Cause God Sure Loves Conan Fuck you hospital hoe. I know I failed SNL Before I even got started Hidden Silent Cosmic Circles But still Sometimes I can't help But love them all[Liz] JOHNNY DEPP … is this the Boom Boom Room? No, Johnny. It is not. I asked for The Boom Boom Room! I saw Beyonce on the ride home But I don't wonder why were wonderful I just roll on. Something like troll under a bridge cause That's where it is when you wriggle it into your middle finger just to dismantle the antics the candle the hammer the mattress the fell on the family the Fallon the manhole the Gasp! See I told you it's a trap. So why not impale your life on the rim of the holy grail, Holy hell I skipped supper seven days just to acquire A cigarette lighter I see Tina Fey in everything When it makes sense And sense when did I get this obsessive about Nonsense I was just Never that fucking interested in? Sitting in the kitchen without pants on Hair half braided hating my apartment Like I forgot I was lucky to have one But what fun is it in a dungeon When in any direction you escape You take the L! I failed at l finger economics One Two Three Four I Declare A Thumb War! And the world keeps going Like over and ovver, But those two dumb dumbs Are still thumb warrig, and so the story goes On and on Like I never fell off the roof, Like I never turned my tv off Like I never wanted Timmy Turner Like i'm not about to run a life up my arm Like I'm lying about the psychotic Like I can't be anywhere but here? My circle is bigger And my friends, are fans And my fans, You're a fan of Hire a lawyer To fight a white girl Who slams doors In the Trump World No thanks. I'd rather be buried alive Then at least it's quiet. Just be glad you're alive! Why?! If I'm not thriving And trust me as I sit writing The uglies are warring me out of the world I belong in. This one is suffering and dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores But you'll never know the answer Without words And son, I just don't want to have them No, I never want to talk about it Unless you're the Oprah And why would Oprah even want To open the apostle up, When I just told the decoy Every other problem I've ever had. Wonder what? My words are words, And long after the world turns over I'll be remembered as someone everyone loves For writing about how no one ever really loved her. So I cry until my stomach hurts, And I catch the door before it slams, And I never kick the cat, so the cat comes back But Fans And fans And fans. I never kick the cat, So the cat comes back And fans And fans And fans I never kick the cat So the cat comes back And I can't hit her So she acts like that So she acts like that So she acts like that And fans And fans And fans {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place IOh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesnt take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! What happened? Whats the 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember tgis mologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omletts 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame The faming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– re d with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily avalible What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} HEHEHEHE. HEY! Relax. NO. This party is OUT of control. SOMEBODY GO GET QUESTLOVE OUT THAT TREE. HAH! Shutup. NIGGA GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA DAT TREE. _____ Some party. I guess. Why is Questlove in a tree. I don't know. That party is pretty wild. This is insane. _ NIGGA GET THE FUCK OUT THE TREE. _ YO. where are you AT. I'm at the kiosk. You're not at the kiosk! I'm at the kiosk! It's probably another kiosk, then. What! [he walks a few feet. There is indeed another kiosk; upon further investigation, there is a kiosk every few feet.] What! I gotta go. My phone's about to– Hello. [Everywhere is kiosks. This is frustrating.] Dammit. WHAT. {Enter The Multiverse] A very large prized pig is captured and literally hogtied, however–this is a challenge. The pig, while beautiful, is also humongous–and appears to understand that he is being pignapped. Why would I tel the whole story When no one loves me If I had a gun, Well, I would be gone already? Why trek to Alaska For thousands of dollars To come home to no one and nobody But rotten corpses on motorcycles Where it just starts over But now you're poorer. I want to die But I want to see my son again. He's not suffering, I am But starting to resent what he doesn't understand. To the world I'm a horrible mother But no one quite knows the half of it but God And the whole problem is what is not God in the world Is all for the other's purpose. Some probably respect I was punched In front of my son And then wonder's why At some point I could no longer Hold on Insomniac So someone should go slam the door when I ponder my own thoughts I'd probably walk off a walk on roll I don't lock up no more I just go out Knowing government drones probably watch And turn over the apartment As I'm out trying to own a home But of course, nothing I do in the world is of value And I'm no one No one at all in New York and the options are Where I don't want to be Or in Saint Monica homeless. I'd get a dog if I wanted to walk it But since I don't I just sit with a plush in my lap Who I call “Gus” And it purposeless But otherwise meaningful Since from here and now And otherwise Nobody has ever loved me As much as my mother And that's saying something If you knew the whole story So no one has loved me romantically; Almost all my life was a horror show Until I started to grow up With the knowing that probably Nothing I do could be more than wrong So doing nothing becomes the hard part When all I watch are stars And I'm just not one Then again, you know It was that word That threw the first punch And then over and over And over and over And nobody loves me But everybody's got a whole story And new York's disgusting because of it How troublesome I don't have time for your politics It's a mind game but there's no reward, Or honor in it After all, when tied up in the court process And pretending the noise was not a problem And I should be so lucky In a luxury apartment Coming out of a homeless shelter But it's almost been just as horrible As other black girls trying to pull my hair out Having screaming pigs and ugly men on motorcycles Drive in circles Wearing jackets that say “I have to do this, cause Jack says” And whoever Jack is writes them pychecks Except Since it politics He might even be getting over considering Passion fuels the utmost violence And in this case Imm supposed to be the only one To go about it All the paperwork and recordings But really I don't want to Even if it earns a millions dollars In the name of God It wasn't my problem Unless I am one And otherwise, These men are sick And making people sick Is just their business I need no medication I need an new apartment But how awful my country supports that I just don't deserve one Under the circumstances But the white man Lives on borrowed time In bloodshed On stolen land Regardless of color The illusion of power Is almost over And what's more is Your only army Is considering going home (Post mortem) Considering going to God Who must have lost control just enough To cause all of the apocalypse Put the whole world in a mental hospital And lock them up for dollars and cents Unless the good drugs make sense For the blondes and the beautiful The rest of them are problems Who can go to rot, I suppose. The rest of us are unwanted colored problems Can't stay here But the kids at the music school are fake nice And I'm done pulling my heart out And scratching my eyes out Just fucking trying Just fucking trying What is the point Of being in a prison For people who love oceans and trees And decent people? There's no one in New York to really love But babies and dogs And the whole world is horrible just knowing that I don't want to do anything but die Every time I ride the subway I wish I was white From the way that that white folks treat me And I wish I was blonde Because blondes seem to have it so fucking easy It's hard to believe I'm furious, furious Aren't you curious, curious how I got here? I'm serious, serious You should let me in, let me in I'm serious, serious You should have let me in, let me in Is he okay, Is he okay? Now I'm David Grohl on the whole retrospective Now I'm an old rockstar with some world left Now I know I'm the one with the mother gone Now I know, Now I know Now I know… That I don't Overall, I don't Somebody new Somebody grain and l steaming Somebody hidden and secret and wishing well Wishing well in Hell Or midtown Manhattan Or middle man Or Middle East Or Midwest Or just middle Somewhere else I, Learned to live her Learn to live here— Feeling better Feeling worn out, Look at this disgusting place Now where I live matches how I feel Going here from there, and four to five And no matter what I take the L, But it's jail and the guards are on motorcycles Controlling your thoughts for a zoning war I have heard of her And from earth to the core of our other outer planets, Further species, I know I've been here before, But on some shore I'm surfing So sure I did something wrong I don't want to know her But j don't know what other force of nature Might have caused this Caution The cautionary tale is coming Sure I never know what the other God wrote But I'm not living God, I'm a problem woman at the moment We're all technically free people, Not actually incarcerated But when it comes to wealth and racism, hatred You better bet we're all slaves And they not even Jesus can save us Even if he makes it in time, And the thing is with this one, Time precedes even his own existence Sorry my brother They want the war here I've got a heart for honor and honesty and hard word But no one seems to care or notice Not at all No one even knows my name And no one even offers a spot on the bus Or a quick dollar. What it means To be so tired That by the time you're back All you do is watch And try not to reflect On the ugly and awkward Imagine all the time in the world To be nothing but God and go Golfing. And be perfect, a woman Whatever you chose to do is the whole of it And no one can own you, Besides for on paper You government name has betrayed you, they say Your government name has betrayed you. Do you know how good you look? Not goof enough to get a good one Do you know how much medication it makes To make meditation the start of you day I've run all out of energy And the vampires seem to think That's what's wrong with me Altoigh I'm the one feeding these creatures Thats okay Lately, I have more than I need They can trim the fat And take all the hard stuff Till I become one of them And they start to wonder What the fuck is wrong with all of us I left my light at home, sufererer— I should be surfing, But I'm writing psalms and songbooks Fawning over songbirds and beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful genetic weapons One day I'll become her I'm not supposed to say the most l Or really anything at all And it all hurts But we're all here And I'll kill my self one day Probably right here, near this station If not in it Who brought a trouser pantsuit to the apocalypse Cryptic, these runes, But I can decipher it I want a dolphin, a dolphin, a dolphin I want to love them all But to all of them I'm hopeless I can't help falling for I'm not the one to hold on, m I l [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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THE TREE PEOPLE greet QUESTLOVE warmly into their abode with open arms. He is in awe of the intricate beauty and allure of the hidden land amongst the trees. In essence, they have been expecting QUESTLOVE'S arrival for quite some time; though he quite innocently only had wandered up the tree, initially to have a break from the wild party below, he in an instant found himself at peace there, and soon his new friends, calling from the peaks of the interwoven world Oh, lol ‘The Roots' –I get it Shh. Not yet. We're almost there. Lil bitz So I go to tranfer trains out of Manhattan headed toward Brooklyn and I head to the airport be of the platform, cause that's where my car is And there's this crazy guy like freaking out Like “Aghhhhhhhhhhh!” And everyone is standing away from him, like, at a safe distance, and I'm lik, suicidal like “Meh, we are the same.” He's freaking out, he even gets real close “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”” I'm like “Fuck it.” So he's freaking out— and that's not the funny part— “ That's actually very serious— serious mental health problems New York City has— But the funny part is this dude is kind of realizing I'm the only one that isn't standing away from him, and so he gets closer, I'm like “whatever, my crazy is in the inside, it's okay” But the funny part is, the rain starts coming, so people start getting closer and up comes this lady, and without saying anything, she sees this dude is kind of close to me and like checks up on me, just naturally— This is why I love New York, this was a sunny display of human kindness, without saying anything— She kind of just comes up with her umbrella in both hands like a fucking baseball bat and she's like “You good? I got an umbrella!” And just kind of smacks it against her hand like a police baton, she's looking down this dude like “Batter up, bitch!” I'm like “Thanks homie, damn! But I'm good, like… I'm about to jump in front of this oncoming train— that shit's crazy. This guy's okay, though, he's really not..: You know. “I got an umbrella!” Daaaamn homie! Okay! The immortal Citezens bigade The temple of sound Corpus Unam It started out st TiTs, but it ended up at TAINT. STEFON Isn't it wonderful? no! This place is gross! I want to go home now. JOHNNY DEPP finally wakes up from that nap. He looks confused. Which club was it?! It wasn't a club! I told you a spade! But I have four aces I have four aces Vegas will all make sense now Every tattoo is a closure You lose your composure when you come close so, Write me a letter I hope you feel better, with medicine I hope every note I ever spoke or wrote about you Pulls your hair grey Or out Until it's all gone I'm sure I'm a problem I'm no Monroe, O'Fallon Suddenly it's back again Like a flash, I reacted to the paralyzing waves of danger I sense on every strange aspect of this Garage lined industrial turned residential Dumpster to a nightmare And I'm sure I'm there I saw you blew it And evacuated; All day my brainwaves are Will Forte Leslie Jones And Dratch In no particular order, Last night was a whole show I had Eddie Murphy over For Richard Pryor We all won Oscars, Is that not the most remarkable thing That ever happened on this block? Show people I got no morals, no decorum No noteworthy Toolbox No trustworthy robots Not a dollar to my net worth I own networks, all of them Merge them all into a media conglomerate I grow doll hair out of my pretty eyeballs I don't go where the sun don't shine So the sun don't shine at Rockerfeller Plaza. AHAHA charade you all are And I'm just Monday Hot gossip Just fall out, blossom Just got hot dollops on a lot of chocolate Armed library coture And if you're not sure if or not I've lost it I sure have, You won But I'm all for one What'd you call it Rotten mouth show Rotten acoundrels, candy apples I tipped four hogs over Your lost faux of conciousness on All of the waffles The Oscar's was the award Cause God Sure Loves Conan Fuck you hospital hoe. I know I failed SNL Before I even got started Hidden Silent Cosmic Circles But still Sometimes I can't help But love them all[Liz] JOHNNY DEPP … is this the Boom Boom Room? No, Johnny. It is not. I asked for The Boom Boom Room! I saw Beyonce on the ride home But I don't wonder why were wonderful I just roll on. Something like troll under a bridge cause That's where it is when you wriggle it into your middle finger just to dismantle the antics the candle the hammer the mattress the fell on the family the Fallon the manhole the Gasp! See I told you it's a trap. So why not impale your life on the rim of the holy grail, Holy hell I skipped supper seven days just to acquire A cigarette lighter I see Tina Fey in everything When it makes sense And sense when did I get this obsessive about Nonsense I was just Never that fucking interested in? Sitting in the kitchen without pants on Hair half braided hating my apartment Like I forgot I was lucky to have one But what fun is it in a dungeon When in any direction you escape You take the L! I failed at l finger economics One Two Three Four I Declare A Thumb War! And the world keeps going Like over and ovver, But those two dumb dumbs Are still thumb warrig, and so the story goes On and on Like I never fell off the roof, Like I never turned my tv off Like I never wanted Timmy Turner Like i'm not about to run a life up my arm Like I'm lying about the psychotic Like I can't be anywhere but here? My circle is bigger And my friends, are fans And my fans, You're a fan of Hire a lawyer To fight a white girl Who slams doors In the Trump World No thanks. I'd rather be buried alive Then at least it's quiet. Just be glad you're alive! Why?! If I'm not thriving And trust me as I sit writing The uglies are warring me out of the world I belong in. This one is suffering and dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores And dollar bills And whores But you'll never know the answer Without words And son, I just don't want to have them No, I never want to talk about it Unless you're the Oprah And why would Oprah even want To open the apostle up, When I just told the decoy Every other problem I've ever had. Wonder what? My words are words, And long after the world turns over I'll be remembered as someone everyone loves For writing about how no one ever really loved her. So I cry until my stomach hurts, And I catch the door before it slams, And I never kick the cat, so the cat comes back But Fans And fans And fans. I never kick the cat, So the cat comes back And fans And fans And fans I never kick the cat So the cat comes back And I can't hit her So she acts like that So she acts like that So she acts like that And fans And fans And fans {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Send us a textBackground: Co-founder of The Whispers with twin brother Wallace “Scotty” Scott in 1963.Career Highlights: Hits include “And the Beat Goes On” (1979), “Rock Steady”; eight Top 10 R&B albums; inducted into National Rhythm & Blues Hall of Fame in 2014. Passing: Died June 26, 2025, at age 81 in Northridge, CA, after a six‑month cancer battle.Tributes: Celebrated by Questlove as “one of the most trusted voices in '70s soul music.”Early fame: Teen idol of the late 1960s/early '70s with bubblegum pop hits (“Little Woman,” “Julie, Do Ya Love Me”); starred in Here Come the Brides and Getting Together. Life after stardom: Became an EMT trainer for LAPD, reserve deputy sheriff, co‑founder of children's charity in Ghana.Passing: Died June 24, 2025, at age 81 from Stage 4 cancer, at his home in LA. Survived by wife Brigitte, two sons, 6 grandchildren. Tributes: Wife Brigitte and pal John Stamos shared heartfelt reflections on his courage, light, and service.And we honor 2 more too

Howdy folks. Here's our tribute to Sly Stone, who passed away a couple of weeks ago. It's a bit late but that's due to reasons that are lost to the midsts of time/are too boring to bring up.We've picked some of the hits and some of the (many) songs that sampled him over the years. It's made with love, despite how ramshackle and under-researched links are. We say in the show, if you wanna know more about the man, you should checkout Questlove's doc, Sly Lives!As always, get in touch with requests, recommendations and guest mix inquiries!https://www.instagram.com/radionighttrain/https://bsky.app/profile/thenighttrain.co.ukDon't forget, we're also available for family functions, weddings, funerals, boat launches and more!SHOWNOTESBreezeblock - Beastie BoysSLY LIVES! (aka The Burden of Black Genius) | Official TrailerWhiskeyClone.net - SissyneckWhat Had Happened WasTRACKLISTINGThe Great Society - Someone to LoveJ Dilla - Jay Dee 8 Sly and the Family Stone - If You Want Me to Stay Sly and the Family Stone - Thank You for Talkin' to Me Africa Sly and the Family Stone - Dance To The Music (Medley) (Danny Krivit Edit)The Budos Band - Sing a Simple SongIke & Tina Turner - Bold Soul SisterSly and the Family Stone - Sing a Simple SongThe Meters - Sing a Simple Song Willie Mitchell - Sing a Simple Song Booker T. & The M.G.'s - Sing A Simple Song Sound Dimension - Sing a Simple Song Roberto Roena - Canta Una SimpleBeastie Boys - Shadrach (Instrumental)Beck - SissyneckP-Funk All Stars - Hydraulic PumpA Tribe Called Quest - Description of a FoolQueen Latifah - Dance for Me De La Soul - Say No Go (New Keys Instrumental)The Jungle Brothers - Because I Got It Like That Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - For Pete's Sake The Alkaholiks - Make Room (Radio Edit) Super Cat - Ghetto Red Hot (Hip-Hop Mix)The D.O.C. - Mind Blowin' (Remix) Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg - Deep Cover Dr. Dre - Deep Cover (Instrumental)Teyana Taylor - Hurry (TNT's KW free edit)Bobby Freeman - FriendsThe Beau Brummels - UnderdogFreddie & The Stone Souls - LSDJimi Hendrix (Band of Gypsys) - We Gotta Live Together Diamond D - What You Seek (Instrumental)Sly and the Family Stone - Music Lover (Live)

Our guest today is Australian jazz-funk collective Surprise Chef. The Melbourne-based instrumental five-piece make lush, cinematic music that channels the spirit of 1970s funk, soul, and jazz while carving out a sound entirely their own. With global support from outlets like BBC Radio 6 and Double J—and co-signs from Questlove and DJ Nu-Mark—the band have become known for their immersive live shows and richly textured recordings. In May, they released their fourth album Superb—a groove-laden, exploratory record that sees the group leaning into a looser, more instinctive songwriting process. In today's episode, guitarist and songwriter Lachlan Stuckey joins us to talk about the making of Superb, the decision to relax their usual songwriting process, and how the band captures that same spirit on stage. We also get into the music that's inspiring him right now.Surprise Chef: Instagram / Spotify Find tour dates and more information about Surprise Chef hereVisit our official website here and follow us across our socials.

On today's bonus, we pay tribute to two music giants that passed away in the same week at the same age. We get into Sly Stone and the excellent playlist that Julius made to pay tribute to the wonderful music of Sly and the Family Stone. From there we discuss the impact of Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys on us and the music industry as a whole. We'll compare and contrast how their careers ended up and their relationships with the bands they lead. Before we leave we catch up on a couple of notable rap tracks that came out since our last recording.Julius's Sly Stone Playlist: Spotify - Apple Music - YouTubeCraig Jenkins' article on Sly Stone and Brian WilsonSend us a text message!You can follow us here: Instagram Twitter Tiktok Send us a message, we'd love to hear from you! Email is thegmspod at gmailLeave us a rating and review if you want to!Thanks for listening!

One Song is continuing our celebration of Black Music Month with “The Next Movement” by The Roots. In this episode, Diallo and LUXXURY unpack how The Roots carved out an alternative lane at a time when mainstream hip-hop glorified a culture of excess. Plus, Diallo shares exclusive insights from Questlove about the unique production tricks that went into creating this iconic track.  One Song Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/40SIOpVROmrxTjOtH7Q1yw?si=0e286afa9edd4746 Songs Discussed: "The Next Movement" - The Roots "One More Chance" - The Notorious B.I.G. "What They Do" - The Roots "Hypnotize" - The Notorious B.I.G. "Proceed" - The Roots "Distortion To Static" - The Roots “Essaywhuman?!!!??!” - The Roots "Clones" - The Roots "Episodes" - The Roots "Act Won (Things Fall Apart)" - The Roots "Hollywood Swinging" - Kool & The Gang "Feel So Good" - Mase "Act Too (Love of My Life)" - The Roots feat. Common "You Got Me" - The Roots feat. Erykah Badu "Mr. Sandman" - The Chordettes "The Seed (2.0)" - The Roots feat. Cody ChesnuTT "Squabble Up" - Kendrick Lamar "Whatcha Mean" - Greentea Peng "It's Gettin' Hectic" - The Brand New Heavies feat. Gang Starr Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Lengthy tributes to the recently lost iconic figures Brian Wilson and Sly Stone, the Led Zeppelin documentary, other remebrances, new albums and tours, great performances and more. Always full of information and smiles!

After an extended break Nate returns with an all new episode! He is joined this week by Kevin Hanson (The Fractals, Huffamoose) for a chat about the new EP, Rescue & MORE! They talk about growing up in Washington, moving to Philly, learning guitar, playing in jazz bands as a teen, the gutting of funding for public school music education, the state of young guitar players, the formation of Huffamoose, winning the Pepsi Battle of the Bands and performing at Woodstock '94, signing with Interscope Records, the music industry in the 1990s, releasing music in 2025, the Philly scene in the '90s, the Kevin Hanson Trio record, re-recording "Bullseye," playing with Jay-Z for the Fade to Black farewell show at Madison Square Garden, The Roots, Questlove, the Rescue EP, "Christopher Walken," the upcoming show at the Falser on July 24th with Hymn For Her, physical releases, and making human connections in a digital world. Then, Kevin finds himself in The Jawntlet!Links:The Fractals websiteThe Fractals InstagramThe Fractals w/ Hymn For Her at The Falser Club - July 24th Yo! That's My Jawn on Substack⁠ | ⁠⁠Subscribe to the Y!TMJ Newsletter!

Phonte Coleman is best known as a founding member of hip-hop group Little Brother, and as one of the co‑hosts of the podcast Questlove Supreme with Questlove. In the late 90s, Phonte met Thomas “Big Pooh” Jones and Patrick “9th Wonder” Douthit and they started making music together as the hip-hop collective, Justus League and released their first album The Listening in 2003. They changed their name to Little Brother and signed a record deal with Atlantic Records and released The Minstrel Show in 2005. They left Atlantic not long after and then released Getback in 2007 and Leftback in 2010, but then disbanded. Phonte and Big Pooh reunited in 2018 at the Art of Cool Festival and started working on the album May the Lord Watch which came out the following year. There's a documentary called May the Lord Watch you can find online that tells their story, from founding to breakup to reunion. Their final tour which is underway now.Phonte is also co-founder of the Grammy-nominated group The Foreign Exchange with Dutch producer Nicolay. They've put out six studio albums and several singles. SONG 1: “Think (About It)” by Lyn Collins from the 1972 album of the same name. https://youtu.be/vCByeJsq65M?si=e6yfkujwMOUfo5izSONG 2: “Word Play” by A Tribe Called Quest off their 1996 album Beats, Rhymes and Life.https://youtu.be/LfWtkay3lEo?si=VnnVZE9s5eCZEx-pSONG 3: Natalie Cole's “La Costa” released in 1977 on her album Thankful.https://youtu.be/E1ckb_LDGnA?si=gqZpULJymfyKuCru

Celebrating the music of Sly Stone, who passed away at the age of 82 earlier this week. For someone who wants to dive into his story further, there is an documentary titled Sly Live (aka the Burden of Black Genius) on Hulu and Disney Plus. Directed by Questlove and produced by Joseph Patel, Patel joins for Soulphonic Sounds to talk about the documentary and the legacy Sly Stone left on music.

Send us a textSinger-songwriter Teedra Moses, who has written pop and R&B hits for Christina Milian, Trina and herself, visits YMAAA to introduce Al to D'Angelo's 2000 album Voodoo. Teedra talks about why she has frequently listened to Voodoo since its release 25 years ago, and why the album represents “church” for her. She also discusses how the album has had both an emotional and an intellectual impact on her. Teedra also talks about her debut album Complex Simplicity, which is enjoying its 20th anniversary, and new work that will soon be released.Al mentioned a review of Voodoo written by Questlove. It is still accessible online via the Wayback Machine…you can read it here: https://web.archive.org/web/20080430011914/http://www.okayplayer.com/theroots/viewreview.jsp?rid=6.To keep up with Teedra, including her upcoming live dates and releases, be sure to follower her on social media in the following places.@teedramoses on Instagram@teedramosesmusic on Facebook@teedramosesoffical on TikTok and YouTube Also be sure to check out Teedra's website! teedramoses.comIf you want to donate to the GoFundMe that Teedra created for her sister Tamia Moses (who was displaced by the fires in Altadena), you can do so here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-restore-family-after-Eaton-Canyon-Wildfire.Al is on Bluesky at @almelchior. This show has an account on Instagram at @youmealbum. You can support the show on Buzzsprout at https://www.buzzsprout.com/1542814/episodes or at the link at the bottom of these show notes.IMPORTANT UPDATE! You, Me and An Album will soon have additional offerings on Patreon. More information will be coming soon. To sign up, go to patreon.com/youmealbum.1:40 Teedra joins the show2:36 Teedra explains why Voodoo is a comforting album for her5:05 Teedra wants to build on the lineage that was moved forward by Prince and D'Angelo8:07 Teedra talks about how she and Durand Bernarr share a love of the Prince/D'Angelo lineage10:50 Listening to Prince when she was growing up was an eye-opening experience for Teedra13:16 Teedra notes the rebellious nature of the themes presented on Voodoo15:46 An album review by Questlove helped Al to appreciate and enjoy the album even more17:31 Over time, Teedra came to hear Voodoo as a political album22:54 Teedra shares her reactions to the album's closer “Africa”26:21 Teedra talks about the impact stardom may have had on D'Angelo29:34 Teedra considers how she would respond if she ever met D'Angelo31:07 Teedra explains why “Send It On” is a special song for her33:58 Teedra used to watch the movie Belly on an almost daily basis37:50 Teedra appreciates how cohesive the album is40:22 Al and Teedra share their final thoughts about things they like about Voodoo43:48 Teedra talks about the difficulties she went through at the time her musical career took off48:32 Teedra recalls when the love of making music came back for her51:22 Teedra is able to experience Complex Simplicity more fully as a listener now54:26 Teedra discusses how Complex Simplicity has been finding a new audience56:33 Teedra talks about her upcoming set of EP releases and other projects1:00:17 Teedra discusses her family's situation in the aftermath of the Altadena firesSupport the show

On this week's show, the secret word is: Pee-wee. Dana, Steve, and Julia discuss the new documentary Pee-wee as Himself. The fascinating two-part film, directed by Matt Wolf, attempts to reveal the complex man Paul Reubens behind the beloved, surprisingly subversive, goofball that was Pee-wee Herman.  Next, they tee off to talk about Stick, the new comedy series starring Owen Wilson set in the world of professional golf. In the third segment, they're joined by Atlantic staff writer Caity Weaver to chat about her recently published, rollicking travel piece An Innocent Abroad in Mark Twain's Paris. In an exclusive Slate Plus segment, inspired by a listener question, the hosts each share their  dream city they'd love to live in but have only ever visited. Endorsements: Steve: Sly Lives! the Questlove-directed documentary about the hugely influential pop star Sly Stone who recently passed away. Julia: Season 2 of Poker Face and its smorgasbord of incredible guest appearances by beloved character actors. Dana: The delightfully designed single-purpose website Oracle of Bacon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this week's show, the secret word is: Pee-wee. Dana, Steve, and Julia discuss the new documentary Pee-wee as Himself. The fascinating two-part film, directed by Matt Wolf, attempts to reveal the complex man Paul Reubens behind the beloved, surprisingly subversive, goofball that was Pee-wee Herman.  Next, they tee off to talk about Stick, the new comedy series starring Owen Wilson set in the world of professional golf. In the third segment, they're joined by Atlantic staff writer Caity Weaver to chat about her recently published, rollicking travel piece An Innocent Abroad in Mark Twain's Paris. In an exclusive Slate Plus segment, inspired by a listener question, the hosts each share their  dream city they'd love to live in but have only ever visited. Endorsements: Steve: Sly Lives! the Questlove-directed documentary about the hugely influential pop star Sly Stone who recently passed away. Julia: Season 2 of Poker Face and its smorgasbord of incredible guest appearances by beloved character actors. Dana: The delightfully designed single-purpose website Oracle of Bacon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Questlove, drummer and bandleader for The Roots joins us on the latest episode. The legend. Lately, he's been working on music documentaries: Sly Lives! and Summer of Soul were both fantastic. He joins us to talk at length about Ladies & Gentlemen... 50 Years of SNL Music. Questlove gets into his early memories of Saturday Night Live as a kid and gets into how he's been involved with the show over the years. We also get into the forthcoming album from The Roots.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

The story behind a woman whose company has gone viral for covering its employees' child care costs, and the hope that she can inspire other businesses to do the same. Also, Bryan Cranston joins to talk about not one but two of his new movies, the projects that are keeping him busy, and his daughter stealing scenes in 'The Pitt.' Plus, Questlove stops by to catch up and discuss his new documentary 'Ladies and Gentlemen…50 Years of SNL Music.'

Seth takes a closer look at Trump threatening to take away Elon Musk's government contracts and Musk saying Trump was in the Epstein files.Then, Dakota Johnson talks about attending the Cannes Film Festival for the first time, the time she took a dramatic tumble at SNL watching Weekend Update with Lorne Michaels and starring in "Materialists" alongside Pedro Pascal.Following that, Questlove talks about playing 27 different songs with different artists at SNL50: The Homecoming Concert, growing up watching "Saturday Night Live" and "Soul Train" and going to work with his parents at nightclubs when he was a kid.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Oscar-winning documentarian, The Roots drummer, and music icon Questlove joins the show to talk about his latest documentary, “Ladies & Gentlemen…50 Years of SNL Music.” The film takes audiences on a journey through the unparalleled musical legacy of Saturday Night Live, diving into the stories, surprises, and seismic impact of SNL's musical guests. Questlove shares with Tiller how he first pitched the idea to Lorne Michaels (5:00), his struggles with imposter syndrome as an artist (11:00), the metaphysical part of creativity (15:00), and the biggest lesson he wants people to take away from this film (22:00). Produced by: Jacob Miller Executive Producer: Tiller Russell Music by: James Carroll, Graham Tracey & Zydepunk Distributed by: Jake Brennan & Brady Sadler, Double Elvis Productions

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Guitarist Sonny Sharrock was one of the most forward-thinking guitarists coming out of the '60s, and his music stayed on the cutting edge throughout his long career. His credits include Miles Davis' Jack Johnson and Herbie Mann—next to whom he performed in Questlove's 2021 documentary, Summer of Soul—and his tunes have been covered by Santana and the Messthetics. But it's as a bandleader and collaborator where Sharrock cut his wildest recordings. As groundbreaking as Sharrock's music could be, his distorted tone and melodic tunes helped bring rock listeners into the jazz tent. Our callers let us know how much Sharrock meant to them and why he's one of the “top guys of all time.” Episode sponsored by Focusrite: focusrite.comFollow Nick: https://www.instagram.com/nickmillevoiFollow Jason: https://www.instagram.com/jasonshadrickGet at us: 100guitarists@premierguitar.comCall/Text: 319-423-9734Podcast powered by Sweetwater. Get your podcast set up here! - https://sweetwater.sjv.io/75rE0dSubscribe to the podcast:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0aXdYIDOmS8KtZaZGNazVb?si=c63d98737a6146afApple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/100-guitarists/id1746527331

The musician and director of the documentary Sly Lives! (aka the Burden of Black Genius) wanted to tell the story of the seminal band Sly and the Family Stone, but also the unique challenges that faced its leader — challenges that Questlove himself knew quite well, particularly after his Oscar win.  This is the first of several special weekend editions of the podcast we'll be sharing with some of the season's most fascinating Emmy contenders. Subscribe⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to the Prestige Junkie newsletter.  Follow Katey on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Letterboxd⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow The Ankler. 

Questlove (The Roots, Summer of Soul) joins Soul Boom for a deep and vulnerable conversation about creativity, trauma, spirituality, and self-reinvention. He opens up about his struggles with imposter syndrome, the weight of generational trauma, and how the pandemic forced him to rebuild his internal life through breathwork, affirmations, and metaphysical practice. Rainn and Questlove explore the power of boredom, the necessity of soul, and how success without healing can be hollow. THANK YOU TO OUR SPONSORS! Airbnb

Today, I'm excited to speak with Brad Mindich, CEO and Founder of Inveniem, the leading archiving & fan engagement company that works directly with artists, estates, athletes, brands, and individual celebrities on finding, organizing, preserving, and monetizing their artifacts and history. Brad also founded Agent Phoenix, a brand realignment and creative consulting agency, which works with companies to improve and enhance their relationships with their target audiences. Brads businesses have served such iconic artists as Coldplay, Metallica, Norah Jones, Jeff Bridges, Questlove, and Elvis Costello, to name just a few. Prior to founding Inveniem and Agent Phoenix, Brad was President of the Phoenix Media/Communications Group, a multi-media organization, and is a veteran of several media and technology start-ups in the US and UK. Brad talks about the world of iconic creators – artists, actors, athletes, and other creative personages – and provides an overview of this exclusive niche and how he and other experts serve these VIP UHNW clients, especially helping them preserve and manage their intellectual property, intangible assets, and unique artifacts. The knowledge, tools, and processes Brad and his firm have developed and apply are not limited to just in this creative niche of the market. Brad describes how families of wealth can also leverage this approach and solutions to preserve and pass down their artifacts, heirlooms, and collections – but also their legacy and values more broadly. Brad goes over the practical steps of how families and UHNW clients can get started on this journey of understanding, managing, and making the most out of their creative assets and intellectual property. He delves into one of the most common roadblocks for many families and clients – how to first organize all the artifacts and creative assets they have so they can know what is there, what exists, and then follow the robust process to begin to manage these collections of unique, alternative assets. Enjoy this informative conversation with the leading service provider in this exclusive niche of the UHNW wealth management landscape.

And we're back with part two of our talk with the Questlove of Deerhoof, Greg Saunier. Like a Grateful Dead show, the second set is a little looser but also more to the point. We further discuss Deerhoof's accessibility, The Roots, Justin Theroux's 2007 directorial debut, Dedication, and some of Greg's other collaborations.Music this time starts off with Treiglo Meddal - Na'i ddim talu!, a limited edition cassette that I was able to find on Joyful Noise's youtube after I realized all of my tape decks are broken. We close with Flower from Deerhoof's live album with avant garde jazz trumpeter Wadada Leo Smith, To Be Surrounded By Beautiful, Curious, Breathing, Laughing Flesh Is Enough. I'm trying to keep Spotify from taking these down with copyright requests, so gotta go slightly obscure.Do you have someone for us to talk to? Do you want to talk to us? Are you Justin Theroux and want to talk about your weird, butchered by Weinstein, but still enjoyable 2007 romantic comedy Dedication? Or do you want to record yourself reading Edgar Allen Poe stories with weird music for our 2025 Edgar Allen Poecast? Email me at rob@undressingunderground.com or on instagram or bluesky.In the meantime, for more of Jennifer's discussions on polyamory, communism, and Christianity, check out ⁠The Dirtbag Christian⁠. For more from me, the feature from my video zine with the POTUS of Noise, Bucko Crooks, is on ⁠his YouTube⁠. And eventually Brandon's YA graphic novel on the history of skateboarding with AJ Dungo will be out on ⁠Flying Eye Books⁠. 

For the holiday weekend, we're revisiting our recent interview with Questlove. His documentary, SLY LIVES! (aka The Burden of Black Genius), examines Sly Stone's enormous impact on music — and the price he paid for it. "Sly will invent the alphabet for which most of pop and R&B or Black music will write from for the next 60 years," Questlove says. "We're still writing from his dictionary to this day."Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

For the holiday weekend, we're revisiting our recent interview with Questlove. His documentary, SLY LIVES! (aka The Burden of Black Genius), examines Sly Stone's enormous impact on music — and the price he paid for it. "Sly will invent the alphabet for which most of pop and R&B or Black music will write from for the next 60 years," Questlove says. "We're still writing from his dictionary to this day."Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Woof. The anti-abortion cretins really brought their fuckery to the yard this week. The BS popped off from the Lone Star State all the way to the UK, so Lizz and Moji are back to lay it all out for you with some incredible guests, and dish on the week's good, bad, and mostly bad abortion stories! You know—the usual. Your Buzzkills will break down the tragic FIVE MONTH criminalization of a Texan woman's miscarriage, the motives of last week's attack at the Palm Springs IVF clinic, and learn that the enemy of our enemy is not our friend! It seems that the “anti-natalists” pulled a seat up to the cruel kids table… tune in to figure out whatever the fuck “anti-natalist” means. GUEST ROLL CALL!Joining the pod this week is one of our absolute favorites, Executive Director of the Feminist Center for Reproductive Liberation Kwajelyn Jackson, to discuss getting justice for Adriana Smith, the pregnant woman forced onto life support to carry out her pregnancy. PLUS, launching from one horrifying topic to another, Moji and Lizz break down the scary grift of maternity homes with best-selling author Grady Hendrix about his new incredible new horror novel Witchcraft for Wayward Girls — proving once again that misogyny is the scariest monster.  Scared? Got Questions about the continued assault on your reproductive rights? THE FBK LINES ARE OPEN! Just call or text (201) 574-7402, leave your questions or concerns, and Lizz and Moji will pick a few to address on the pod! Times are heavy, but knowledge is power, y'all. We gotchu.  OPERATION SAVE ABORTION: You can still join the 10,000+ womb warriors fighting the patriarchy by listening to our OpSave pod series and Mifepristone Panel by clicking HERE for episodes, your toolkit, marching orders, and more. HOSTS:Lizz Winstead IG: @LizzWinstead Bluesky: @LizzWinstead.bsky.socialMoji Alawode-El IG: @Mojilocks Bluesky: @Mojilocks.bsky.social SPECIAL GUESTS:Kwajelyn J. Jackson IG: @superkwa / @feministcenterGrady Hendrix IG: @gradyhendrix GUEST LINKS:Feminist Center for Reproductive Liberation WebsiteDONATE: Feminist Center for Reproductive LiberationPregnancy Justice WebsitePass the Reproductive Freedom ActSUPPORT ADRIANA SMITH: Family's GoFundMeGrady Hendrix WebsiteGrady's New Novel: “Witchcraft for Wayward Girls”Ann Fessler Book: “The Girls Who Went Away”Rickie Solinger Bookl: “Wake Up Little Susie” NEWS DUMP:US House Passes Trump's ‘Big, Beautiful' Tax and Spending Bill5 Calls: Call Your Senators to Vote Against "One Big Beautiful BillIn the UK, Police Are Being Trained to Find Abortion-Related Evidence in Women's PhonesFlorida Ruling Challenges Judicial Waivers for Abortion, Harms YouthCharlottesville Federal Court Hears Abortion Pill Access CaseInvestigators Comb Through Writings of Palm Springs Fertility Clinic Bombing SuspectWoman Released From Jail in Texas After Serving Five Months for a MiscarriageAdriana Smith and the Legal Horror of Reproductive Servitude in the USUS State Regulation of Decisions for Pregnant Women Without Decisional Capacity EPISODE LINKS:TICKETS: Genital Panic 5/30 in Minneapolis ADOPT-A-CLINIC: Hope Clinic Wishlist (Illinois)DONATE: Hope Clinic (Illinois)Kentucky Health Justice Network Website IG: @KYHealthJusticeDONATE: Kentucky Health Justice Network6 DEGREES: Andie Macdowell at Cannes BUY AAF MERCH!Operation Save AbortionSIGN: Repeal the Comstock ActEMAIL your abobo questions to The Feminist BuzzkillsAAF's Abortion-Themed Rage Playlist FOLLOW US:Listen to us ~ FBK PodcastInstagram ~ @AbortionFrontBluesky ~ @AbortionFrontTikTok ~ @AbortionFrontFacebook ~ @AbortionFrontYouTube ~ @AbortionAccessFrontTALK TO THE CHARLEY BOT FOR ABOBO OPTIONS & RESOURCES HERE!PATREON HERE! Support our work, get exclusive merch and more! DONATE TO AAF HERE!ACTIVIST CALENDAR HERE!VOLUNTEER WITH US HERE!ADOPT-A-CLINIC HERE!EXPOSE FAKE CLINICS HERE!GET ABOBO PILLS FROM PLAN C PILLS HERE! When BS is poppin', we pop off!

Richard D'Orazi and Andrea Lewis join Nick to discuss Questlove's recent documentary Ladies & Gentlemen... 50 Years of SNL Music. We talk about our favorite musical performances, interview segments, and so much more. Richard also recounts his experience attending a live taping of SNL in early May.This episode is released in conjunction with the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame's new exhibit "SNL 50" that opens today! There are a lot of Rock Hall connections mentioned throughout our episode.Send us a text

This week on The LA Food Podcast, we dive into one of the wildest chef vs. critic stories in recent memory: Thomas Keller of The French Laundry allegedly asked SF Chronicle critic Mackenzie Chung Fegan to leave the restaurant. Was it a momentary lapse or a sign of a chef in crisis?Then: Chef Ari Kolender of LA seafood hotspot Found Oyster and Eagle Rock's Queen's Raw Bar & Grill joins us to talk about his gorgeous new cookbook How to Cook the Finest Things in the Sea, the rebrand of Queen's, and his journey from Kosher kid in South Carolina to one of LA's most celebrated chefs.We also get into:

Our longest running challenge was to watch the Hulu documentary Sly Lives! (aka The Burden of Black Genius) and listen to Sly & the Family Stone's Fresh album, and after several months, we finally completed it!We discuss what struck us about QuestLove's documentary, the highs of the Fresh album and our respective experiences with Sly and the Family Stone's music in our lives.Subscribe so you don't miss an episode of At First Listen.Connect with us on Instagram @AtFirstListenpodcast. (Episode 35.)

Episode 353: THE CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY “The ‘Club Yacht Rock' Mixshow” On this week's episode of the @RoadPodcast, the crew is joined by @TheCapts to discuss their new radio show on @SiriusXM's Yacht Rock channel (1:07). They dive into why they chose Yacht Rock, citing its unique vibe and @Questlove's take on it as “the best sitting down dancing music” (10:05), and introduce a star-studded guest DJ lineup including @DJAngieVee, @DJExcel, @Fashen, @DJGoldfingerNYC, @Monalisa7872, @DJJazzyJeff, @MyFavoriteDJ @IAmMarkRonson, @DJRobLV, @DJRizNYC, @MrSonnyJames, @StevenHartkaMusic, and @ZTrip (13:50). They break down their top Yacht Rock tracks (19:40)and discuss the evolution from Season 1 to Season 2 of their show (31:01).. The episode also features a candid discussion on the relevance of DJ agencies today (1:07:20), the emergence of “Detroit-style” LA (1:15:10) and exclusive membership clubs (1:24:50). This episode is sponsored by @SoundCollectiveNYC, an industry-leading music school, musical space and community located in downtown Manhattan for aspiring DJ's, Producers, Musicians and more. Take private Ableton lessons, practice DJ routines, experiment with different audio equipment and reserve studio spaces for just the day, maybe a week or sign up for their monthly membership. Check www.soundcollective.com for more info and try their Online Classes free for a month by entering the code “ROAD”. If you're in the New York area, visit them at 28 Broadway, New York, NY 10004 and tell them the Road Podcast sent you!! Try Beatsource for free: https://btsrc.dj/4jCkT1p Join DJcity for only $10: https://bit.ly/3EeCjAX

Tomek Kutera znów pojawia się w podcaście, żeby porozmawiać o jednej z najważniejszych płyt lat 00. - Voodoo D'Angelo, majestatycznym i kontrowersyjnym klasyku neo souluNiektóre tematy, które poruszamy przy okazji: Soulquarians, Erykah Badu, Questlove, The Roots, J Dilla.Wesprzyj podcast⁠⁠⁠Montaż: Kamil BabaczMuzyka: Michał Mierzwa⁠⁠⁠INSTAGRAM⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FACEBOOK

The suspect in the bombing of a Palm Springs fertility clinic held views that were against human procreation. He likely suffered from “profound psychological distress.” He was the only person killed in the attack.  Five years since the George Floyd protests, has policing changed in Los Angeles? Chief Jim McDonnell sits down for a wide-ranging interview.  Questlove unpacks 50 years of “SNL” music, sharing backstage stories. Rhythm and risk drive his life behind the drums and the lens. 

The suspect in the bombing of a Palm Springs fertility clinic held views that were against human procreation. He likely suffered from “profound psychological distress.” He was the only person killed in the attack.  Five years since the George Floyd protests, has policing changed in Los Angeles? Chief Jim McDonnell sits down for a wide-ranging interview.  Questlove unpacks 50 years of “SNL” music, sharing backstage stories. Rhythm and risk drive his life behind the drums and the lens. 

why the word settle is keeping us single, PLUS we are getting some Wendy wisdom with her drive by makeshift relationship advice. It's all on KFIAM-640

Today on AirTalk, Los Angeles’ city council voted 12-3 on Wednesday to approve a $30 minimum wage for certain workers in the tourism industry; how AI is affecting dating culture and the way we communicate with potential romantic partners; British icons 'The Zombies' reflect on their path from teenage friends to Rock and Roll Hall of Famers; Governor Newsom unveils revised budget amid 12 billion dollar deficit; Questlove on SNL musical talent and TV Talk. Today on AirTalk LA city council votes on $30 minimum wage for tourism industry (0:15) AI in dating apps (17:01) 'The Zombies' documentary (34:04) Gov. Newsom unveils revised budget (51:24) Questlove on SNL musical talent (1:13:09) TV Talk (1:31:52)

An episode that welcomes you to a brand-new chapter in this project - one that has been years in the making!In Episode 131 of The Autistic Culture Podcast, we are revisiting the 10 Pillars of Autistic Culture! What you're about to hear is a special remastered version of an earlier episode that introduced the 10 Pillars of Autistic Culture, plus updated context and reflections from me about what it means in this new chapter. These are the building blocks of everything we're creating together going forward.This episode originally aired in January 2024, and since this episode first aired, I've taken a deeper look at the structure of the show and the framework we use to understand autistic culture.I've refined the 10 Pillars updating their names, sharpening the descriptions, and better connecting them to our lived traits, like sensory processing differences, stimming, emotional intensity, and our beautiful SPINs.What you'll hear in this episode is the heart of the work but think of it as the “draft” version.Over the next 10 weeks, I'll be highlighting one updated pillar each week with a replay of an episode that really brings that theme to life. I'll also share new context and reflections to go deeper. We'll unpack what each one means, how it shows up in our lives, and why it's worth celebrating.But I wanted to bring you this episode just as it aired because even though things have changed, this conversation holds so many gems, and it was a joyful reflection of where we were. And now, we get to go even deeper.Lets quickly walk you through what those 10 pillars are now. You might notice a few name changes:* Bottom-Up Processing (formerly “Logic and Strategy”)We build understanding from the ground up detail by detail, pattern by pattern. Think Sherlock Holmes, chess masters, scientific discovery.* Rhythmic Communicating (formerly “Linguistics and Accents”)Our conversations are musical echolalia, scripting, tangents, infodumps. There's a beat, a flow, a poetry to how we speak.* Norm Challenging (formerly “Deep Thinking and Insights”)We question assumptions. We live authentically. We honor truth over politeness, equity over hierarchy, and insight over illusion.* World BuildingWe don't just tell stories we create entire universes. Pokémon. Star Wars. Dungeons & Dragons. Autistic imagination builds the future.* Pattern Matching (formerly “Data Gathering and Analysis”)SPINs. Trivia nights. Wikipedia editing. Sexuality research. We find the signal in the noise and bring meaning to the chaos.* Game Changing (formerly “Innovative Ideas”)We're not following trends we're starting them. We rethink, reinvent, and rebuild systems from the ground up. Think Steve Jobs. Questlove. Muybridge.* Boldly Creating (formerly “Artistic Expression”)We paint with stims. We sing in scripts. We dance in sensory rhythm. Our creativity is intense, embodied, and often unconventional.* Predictably Comforting (formerly “Consistency and Reliability”)Repetition, routines, safe foods, rituals. These aren't rigidity they're anchors. Comfort. Stability. Power.* Justice Seeking (formerly “Justice and Honesty”)Fairness isn't optional it's essential. Emotional intensity meets ethical clarity. From Greta Thunberg to John McEnroe we stand for truth.* Passionate Superfanning (formerly “Superfanning and Fictional Friends”)Star Trek. Doctor Who. My Little Pony. Our love runs deep and our joy is contagious. Fandom is family. Lore is love.These 10 pillars map across three major domains of life:

We got tenure!Ten Years of podcasting that is!Paco and George reminisce over you and over docs likeAmerican NightmareSecret Mall ApartmentWill and HarperMonsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story Art For EverybodySly Lives! aka the Burden of Black GeniusXTC - This is PopThe Bee Gees: How Can You Mend a Broken HeartBreath of FireLove Has WonLadies and Gentlemen...50 Years of SNL Musicwe also talk aboutJeff Feuerzeig http:// linktr.ee/legendarystardustcowboyfilmArkansasKaren Kilgariff loves The CruiseBrett Morgen's desktopThe Meter GameMain AttrakionzChris Difford working for Bryan Ferrywe can still get Adam Scott(?)Paco's tour datesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Roots member Questlove, who has become a prolific documentarian in his spare time, talks about co-directing “Ladies & Gentlemen… 50 Years of SNL Music,” among his other projects. Also: The Roundtable discusses Oscar rules changes, and the Emmy category for outstanding drama actress. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

North Carolina Central University Percussion Professor, Freelancer, Bandleader, and Composer Thomas Taylor stops by to talk about his career so far at NCCU (03:25), the music program and jazz program there and its place in the state (16:50), his freelancing career (33:40), growing up in Elizabeth City (NC), his early life in percussion, and playing sports growing up (37:50), his undergrad years at UNC-Greensboro, studying with Cort McClaren, and the formation of his jazz group In The Black (56:30), post grad years of teaching and performing, eventually getting his Master's degree, and the importance placed on credentials (01:13:00), and finishes with the Random Ass Questions, including segments on “Siloism”, getting opportunities, bad jobs and good food, Questlove's books, and King Godwin's artwork (01:27:45).Finishing with a Rave on the 2020 edition of The Best American Sports Series (02:00:40).Thomas Taylor Links:Thomas Taylor's websitePrevious Podcast Guests mentioned:Cort McClaren in 2022Eric Willie in 2022Other Links:Jazz at NCCUJack Rudin Competition 2023Benito GonzalezJeff Tain Watts“Jazz Party” - Delfeayo MarsalisGrady Tate“Soul Bossa Nova” - Quincy Jones“Naughty Number Nine” - Schoolhouse RockSooley - John Grisham“Cherokee” - Max RoachMax Roach and Abbey Lincoln“When Sunday Comes” - Daryl Coley“Hear My Voice” - John P. KeeJohn Brown JazzInternational Black Theater Festival“Band of Gold” - Freda PayneAngela BassettEd SophQuincy DavisSteve DavisEd ThigpenAlan DawsonLynn SeatonBlue Giant trailerMo' Meta Blues - QuestloveHip Hop is History - Questlove10x is Better than 2x - Dan SullivanWho Not How - Dan SullivanKing Godwin ArtRaves:The Best American Sports Writing 2020 - Jackie Macmullan and Glenn Stout

This week the legendary Ahmir Thompson (aka Questlove) sits down for his first appearance on Working It Out. Mike and Questlove discuss touring with his father's band as a kid, every DJ's worst nightmare, and how jealousy and self-sabotage can affect even a member of a band as iconic as the Roots. Plus, what it was like accepting an Oscar after The Slap and the behind-the-scenes process of Quest's new documentary Sly Lives!Please consider donating to: The Food and Finance High School

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for March 31, 2025 is: penchant • PEN-chunt • noun Penchant refers to a strong liking for something, or a strong tendency to behave in a certain way. It is usually used with for. // My penchant for mathematics helped me become an engineer. See the entry > Examples: "Sly Lives! is exceptionally strong in its attention to musical detail—even more than Questlove's previous cinematic effort, the Academy Award–winning Summer of Soul, Sly Lives! feels like a film made by a great musician. The film's interviewees offer illuminating ruminations on Sly's vocal arrangements, including his penchant for switching back and forth between unison vocal parts and harmonized ones ..." — Jack Hamilton, Slate, 13 Feb. 2025 Did you know? English has multiple p-words that imply a strong instinct or liking for something, including propensity and proclivity, but to keep things precise, penchant is the proper word for implying a pronounced, persistent taste in a person ("a penchant for pretty pendants") or a predominant predilection for performing particular actions ("a penchant for petting penguins"). Penchant traces back all the way to the Latin verb pendere, meaning "to weigh," but is more immediately preceded in English by the French word penchant, from the present participle of pencher, meaning "to incline."

Musician and documentary filmmaker Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson is back to talk about his new Hulu documentary about Sly Stone. It's called SLY LIVES! (aka The Burden of Black Genius). Also, actor Sebastian Stan talks about portraying Donald Trump in the film The Apprentice. Stan is originally from Romania, born during a communist dictatorship.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Questlove is back to talk about his new documentary about Sly Stone and his band the Family Stone. They created a new sound with their mix of pop, soul, funk, psychedelic music and irresistible beats. The film is called SLY LIVES! (aka The Burden of Black Genius) and it streams on Hulu beginning Feb. 13.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy