Podcast appearances and mentions of sidney portier

Danny Glover is a legend of stage, screen, and the frontlines of social change. Tracing his family's roots back to his great-grandmother's experience as an emancipated slave, his grandparents' work as sharecroppers, and his parents as organizers within the post office, activism runs in Danny's blood. The 1968 student-led strike for Ethnic Studies at San Francisco State University led him to acting when the poet Amiri Baraka recruited him for revolutionary theatre. From working on the stage, he made the transition into films and became a certified star with the Lethal Weapon franchise. He has never stopped using his platform to raise awareness for human rights and he continues to live in San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury neighborhood where he grew up.--For promo opportunities on the podcast, contact info@historyofthebay.com --History of the Bay Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ZUM4rCv6xfNbvB4r8TVWU?si=9218659b5f4b43aaOnline Store: https://dregsone.myshopify.com Follow Dregs One:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1UNuCcJlRb8ImMc5haZHXF?si=poJT0BYUS-qCfpEzAX7mlAInstagram: https://instagram.com/dregs_oneTikTok: https://tiktok.com/@dregs_oneTwitter: https://twitter.com/dregs_oneFacebook: https://facebook.com/dregsone41500:00 Growing up in SF07:57 Great-grandparents13:48 SF State student strike20:37 From theatre to films28:58 Danny's journey33:03 Sidney Portier & Harry Belafonte36:57 Last Black Man In San Francisco

Paul Robeson: Football legend, lawyer, classical singer, actor, social activist. Paul Robeson was ALL of those things. When the US banned him from leaving the country for 9 years, he took action and spoke up for inequality. He fought for the inequality throughout the nation, making huge personal sacrifices in doing so. A true hero.Episode Sources: A book titled The Undiscovered Paul Robeson: An Artist's Journey by Paul Robeson, Jr.; a documentary titled Paul Robeson: Tribute to an Artist, narrated by Sidney Portier; an article from PBS from August 26, 2006; goldenglobes.com; picturingblackhistory.org; IMDBImage Source: Paul Robeson House & Museum; blackpast.org; Britannica PATREON: https://patreon.com/StarsoftheGoldenAgePodcastBUY ME A COFFEE: buymeacoffee.com/GoldenAge

Watchers        Zany lies amid clutter on the floor beneath the dining room windows hugging her bandaged arm. She huffs loudly enough to reach the front porch where Mom and Aunt Vi imbibe scotch. Vi still isn't used to afternoon drinking. They can't hear Zany over the Krebbs' crying baby on the other side of the duplex wall. Stupid baby. Plus Zany's little sister overhead dancing to the transistor radio, rattling the light fixture dangling from the ceiling.        The fingertips on Zany's bandaged arm are cold and maybe even blue. This is slightly alarming. She considers running to Mom but knows better. Take the damn thing off then, Mom will say.        There's nothing wrong with Zany's arm, but that isn't the point. At breakfast, without preamble, she wound an Ace bandage from her palm to her armpit. The family no longer asks what she's up to. Last week during Ed Sullivan she sat at her TV tray dripping candle wax over her fist. Aunt Vi blinked with every splat, but Mom only said: “If you get that on my rug I'll take you across my knee. I don't care how old you are.” Zany is thirteen.        Week before, Zany taped a string of two-inch penny nails around her throat at the kitchen table where Dad rewired one of Mom's salvaged lamps. “Why don't you do that in your room?”  Dad didn't like sharing his workspace. Zany shrugged and the nail tips jabbed her collarbones.  She could have done it in her room, but doing the thing wasn't the point. It was having someone watch that mattered. If no one watched, who would believe she could endure that much discomfort?        Nobody is watching now, so Zany grips a dining table leg and pulls it toward her, or tries to. It's hard to budge through Mom's junk piles, plus the weight of the extra leaf Dad inserted when Aunt Vi and Cousin Lester moved in after their apartment collapsed. Aunt Vi brought cans of flowery air freshener to hide the hoard smell—rotten food and cat piss. They don't own a cat.  Lester, sixteen, bought a box of rubble-rescued books.        “You better be setting the table!” Mom calls through the screen.        Zany hates Mom's manly haircut and has said so. “It's Gig's turn!”        Overhead, Gig stomps the floor in the bedroom they now share. Aunt Vi got Zany's attic where Mom's hoard had been disallowed, but it's begun trickling up. “No, it's not!” Gig's transistor blares louder.        “Zany!” Mom calls. “I swear to God! And close those drapes!”        Mom can't stand looking at the neighbor's wall she could reach across and touch, but Zany craves fresh air, as fresh as Pittsburgh air can be. Plus, she likes counting the yellow bricks Andy Warhol surely counted when this was his childhood home, the dining room his make-shift sickroom when he suffered St. Vitus Dance. Zany is certain his bed would have been right here by the window where he could see a hint of sky if he cricked his neck just right. She lies in his echo and imagines the day she'll appear at his Factory door in New York City and say: “I used to live in your house.” Andy will enfold her in his translucent arms before ushering her inside, not to act in his films or screen print his designs, but to be his equal. Partner, even. Zany just has to determine her own art form. It sure won't be cutting fruit cans into flowers like Warhol's mother did for chump change.        Zany's legs start the herky-jerky Vitus dance as if she's running toward that Factory dream. Her pelvis and hips quake. The one free arm. The back of her head jitters against the floor. It's a familiar thrum even Aunt Vi and Lester are accustomed to now. Mom yells: “Stop that racket!” She mutters to Vi: “We never should have bought this place.”       A kitchen timer dings and Aunt Vi comes in to disarm it. Her cooking is better than Mom's, and Vi wears an apron and dime store lipstick while she does it. Fresh peas instead of canned. Real mashed potatoes instead of instant. Vi is a better housekeeper, too, organizing Mom's trash into four-foot piles that line the walls. Every day Mom trolls back alleys and neighbors' garbage in dingy clothes that make her look like a hobo. That's what the kids say:  Your mom looks like a hobo. She pulls a rickety cart and loads it with moldy linens, rolled-up rugs, dented wastebaskets. Zany wonders if Dad regrets marrying the wrong sister. She knows he regrets not having a son, a boy who could have been Lester if Dad had a different heart. Instead, Dad got Lester on at the blast furnace, because “No one sleeps under my roof for free.” Who needs a high school diploma?        In the kitchen, Aunt Vi lets out one of her sobs. She only does that in private after Mom's third scolding: “He's dead, Vi. Crying won't bring him back.”        Zany misses Uncle Mo, too. His pocketful of peppermints. The trick coin he always plucked from Zany's ear. The last time Zany's family visited, she walked through their decrepit Franklin Arms apartment with its spongy floors and clanking pipes, but no maze of debris to negotiate. No cat piss smell or sister blaring the radio. She found Lester in his room at a child's desk he'd outgrown, doughy boy that he then was, doing homework without being nagged.  Astounding. His room was spartan, plenty of space for a second bed if Zany asked Aunt Vi sweetly enough. But no. Zany couldn't abandon Andy in his Dawson Street sickbed. Lester's only wall decoration was a world map strung with red yarn radiating from Pittsburgh to France, China, the South Pole. She wanted to ask why those destinations, but didn't, entranced as she was by all that fresh-aired openness, plus his feverishly scribbling hand.       Now, Aunt Vi leans in the dining room dabbing her face with a dishtowel. She's aged a decade since moving here and it isn't all due to grief. She targets Zany on the floor. “Everything all right in here?”        Zany has stopped breathing. Her eyes are glazed and her tongue lolls from her mouth.  She's getting better at playing dead.        “All right then.” Aunt Vi is getting better at not reacting. The screen door slams behind her.        Zany pulls in her tongue and inhales. She starts counting bricks again until Aunt Vi calls: “There they are!” as she does every workday.        Zany pictures Dad and Lester padding up Dawson. Wet hair slicked back because they shower off the stench before coming home. Zany appreciates that. Their boots scrape the steps to the porch where Aunt Vi will take their lunchpails. And there she is coming through the door and dashing to rinse their thermoses at the kitchen sink. Mom will stay put and pour Dad a finger of scotch.        Lester bangs inside and pauses in the dining room entryway. He's leaner now on account of the physical labor. Taller too. He eyes Zany's bandaged arm, not with Aunt Vi's alarm, but with the kind of baffled wonder Zany has always been after. Their eyes meet and it's the same look he gave her the day she walked backward all the way to the Eliza Number Two—not  because Dad and Lester worked there, but because it was lunchtime, and a gaggle of men would  be eating beneath that pin oak by the furnace entrance. And there they were, her father among them, not easy to see having to crane her neck as Zany picked her way over the railroad tracks.        “What the hell is she doing?” said Tom Folsom. Zany recognized her neighbor's voice.  “She's off her nut,” said another worker.       Zany twisted fully around to see if her father would defend her, but he was already hustling back to the furnace.        “Something's not right with that girl,” said Folsom.        “Nothing wrong with her,” said Lester from beneath a different tree where he ate his cheese sandwich alone.        Folsom spit in the grass. “Shut up, fairy boy.”        Lester wasn't a fairy boy, Zany knew.        Today, leaning in the dining room, Lester looks as if he can see inside Zany's skull to the conjured Factory room she and Andy will one day share: walls scrubbed clean and painted white.  Her drawings or paintings lining the walls in tidy rows. Maybe sculptures aligned on shelves. Or mobiles overhead spinning in the breeze. Lester nods at her fantasy as if it's a good one. He has his own escapism. Zany knows that too, and she looks away first so her eyes won't let him know that she knows.        Lester heads to the cellar where he spends most of his time. Mom partitioned off the back corner for him with clothesline and a bed sheet. Installed an army cot and gooseneck lamp on a crate. Andy Warhol holed up in the cellar when he was a kid developing film in a jerry-rigged darkroom. Zany constructed one from an oversized cardboard box she wedged into that shadowy space beneath the stairs. She cut a closable door in the box and regularly folds herself inside to catalogue her achievements in a notebook. Stood barefoot on a hot tar patch on Frazier Street for seventy-two seconds. Mr. Braddock called me a dolt, but I said: You're the dolt!        From below, the sound of Lester falling onto his cot followed by a sigh so deep Zany's lungs exhale, too. Whatever dreams he had got buried under apartment rubble along with Uncle Mo.       Outside, Dad has taken Aunt Vi's creaky rocker. “He's a strange one,” he says about Lester. “What's he up to down there?”        Mom says, “Who the hell knows?”        Zany clamps her unbandaged hand over her mouth to keep that knowledge from spilling.  She saw what he was up to the day she was tucked in her box and forgot time until footsteps pounded the stairs above her. She peeked through the peephole she'd punched into her cardboard door as Lester peeled off his shirt, his pants. He left on his boxers and socks. Didn't bother to draw his sheet curtain, just plopped on the cot and lit a cigarette. His smoking still surprised her. The boy he once was was also buried under rubble. Zany regretted not making her presence known, but then it was too late with Lester in his underwear, and all. Plus, she was captivated by his fingers pulling the cigarette to his lips. The little smoke rings he sent up to the floor joists. She wondered if he was dreaming of China or the South Pole, or just sitting quietly at his too-small desk back in his apartment inhaling all that fresh air. Finally, he snubbed out the cigarette in an empty tuna can. Zany hoped he would roll over for sleep, but he slid a much-abused magazine from beneath his pillow and turned pages. Even in the scant light Zany made out the naked lady on the cover. Zany's heart thudded, even more so when Lester's hand slipped beneath his waistband and started moving up and down, up and down. She told her eyes to close but they wouldn't, both entranced and nauseated by what she shouldn't be seeing. She knew what he was up to, having done her own exploring when she had her own room. She'd conjure Andy Warhol's face and mouth and delicate hands—because those rumors weren't true. They just weren't. Harder to explore in the bed she now shared with Gig. Stupid Aunt Vi, and stupid collapsed Franklin Arms.       What Lester was up to looked angry. Violent, even. A jittery burn galloped beneath Zany's skin and she bit her lip, drawing blood. But she couldn't look away from Lester's furious hand, his eyes ogling that magazine until they squeezed shut and his mouth pressed into a grimace that did not look like joy. The magazine collapsed onto his chest and his belly shuddered. Only then did Zany close her eyes as the burn leaked through her skin. When Lester's snores came, she tiptoed upstairs to collapse on Andy's echo. She caught Lester seven more times, if caught is the right word, lying in wait as she was, hoping to see, hoping not to.  “You better be setting the table!” Mom yells now from the porch.        Zany grunts and makes her way to the kitchen where Aunt Vi pulls a roast from the oven.  Zany heaves a stack of plates to the dining room and deals them out like playing cards.  “Don't break my dishes!” Mom calls. I hate your hair, Zany wants to say.  There is a crash, but it's not dishes. It comes from overhead where Gig screams.  Thumping on the stairs as she thunders down, transistor in hand. “Zany!”  Gig rushes into the dining room, ponytail swaying, eyes landing on her sister. “He's been shot!”        Zany's mind hurtles back two months to when Martin Luther King was killed. Riots erupted in Pittsburgh's Black neighborhoods: The Hill District and Homewood and Manchester.  “Who?” Zany says, conjuring possibilities: LBJ, Sidney Portier. But to Zany, it's much worse.        “Andy Warhol!”        Zany counts this as the meanest lie Gig's ever told. “He was not.”        “Yes, he was!” Gig turns up the radio and the announcer confirms it: a crazed woman shot Warhol in his Factory.       Aunt Vi comes at Zany with her arms wide, because she understands loss. “Oh, honey.”  Zany bats her hands away. “It's not true.”        Vi backs into Mom's hoard. “Is he dead?”        Gig says: “They don't know.”        Zany can't stomach the smug look on Gig's face, as if she holds Andy's life or death between her teeth. Zany wants to slap that look off, so she does.        Gig screams.        “What the hell's going on in there?” Mom calls.        “Zany hit me!” Gig says at the very moment Aunt Vi says: “Andy Warhol's been shot!”  “No he wasn't!” Zany says again, wanting to slap them both.        Mom and Dad hustle inside where Gig cups her reddening cheek and bawls louder.  “It's nothing,” Mom says at the sight of her sniveling daughter, but Dad enfolds Gig in his arms. “There, there.”        “Don't coddle that child,” says Mom, and for once Zany agrees.        “Now, Mae.” Dad cups the back of Gig's head and there's a different look on her face.  Triumph, maybe.        Pounding on the shared duplex wall, Evie Krebbs, who never could shush that wailing baby. “Andy Warhol's been shot!” she calls to them. “Did you all hear?”        “We heard,” Mom answers as the baby cries louder, and so does Gig, who won't be upstaged. Mom says: “That's the price of fame I guess.”        “Being shot?” says Aunt Vi.        “Put yourself in the public eye and anything's liable to happen. Lotta kooks in this world.”       The neighbor kids' chant sounds in Zany's head: Your mother's a hobo.        “I'd rather be shot than a hobo,” says Zany.        Mom's head snaps back. “What the hell's that supposed to mean?”        Zany doesn't fully know what she means, or maybe she does.        Dad says, “Turn up the radio and see if he's dead.”        Zany doesn't want to know the answer, and to keep him alive she runs to the basement where Andy will always be a sickly boy developing film. Never mind Lester in his bed sending smoke rings up to the floor joists. Never mind her family still jabbering overhead.       Zany dashes to her cardboard box and closes the door, her body shaking, but not from any disease. Andy can't be dead. He just can't, because if he is Zany will never make it to New York. Will never pound on his Factory door. She will never be famous enough for someone to shoot.        She doesn't know she's sobbing until Lester's voice drifts over. “Zany?”        It's hard to speak with that hand gripping her throat and her father overhead still babbling: “Turn it up, Gig.” All Zany eeks out is a sob.        Lester's skinny voice slips through that slit in her door. “Zany?”        The grip loosens and Zany puts her eye to the peephole.        There he is, Lester, on his narrow cot in the windowless cellar where he now lives. He slides his hand into his waistband and he tilts his head toward her. “Are you watching?”  Zany's breathing settles, and the overhead voices disappear taking with them the possibility of Andy's death. Her eyes widens so she can take it all in, the violent strokes, his contorting face, because she won't look away from Lester's pain, or hers.  Finally, she answers him: “Yes.” 

Well, this could be awkward: when we last featured a story on the podcast a year ago, it also focused on parasocial relationships and included masturbation! This time around, we are again in deft hands. Marie Manilla's short story “Watchers”, set in 1968 Pittsburgh with both the steel mills and Andy Warhol as vital elements, is replete with narrative and thematic echoes that satisfy and leave us wanting more at the same time. Tune in for this lively discussion which touches on budding creative and identity-based aspirations, celebrity, performance art, pain in public and private, and much more. Give it a listen -- you know you want to! (Remember you can read or listen to the full story first, as there are spoilers! Just scroll down the page for the episode on our website.)   (We also welcome editor Lisa Zerkle to the table for her first show!) At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Lisa Zerkle, Jason Schneiderman, Dagne Forrest   Listen to the story Watchers in its entirety (separate from podcast reading)   Parasocial relationships https://mashable.com/article/parasocial-relationships-definition-meaning   Andy Warhol's childhood home in Pittsburgh (the setting of this story) http://www.warhola.com/warholahouse.html   “History” article about Andy Warhol's shooting by Valerie Solanas https://www.history.com/news/andy-warhol-shot-valerie-solanas-the-factory    I Shot Andy Warhol, 1996 film https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Shot_Andy_Warhol      ** Fun Fact 1: the original poster for the 1996 film hangs in Jason's apartment.   ** Fun Fact 2: the actor who portrayed Valerie Solanas in “I Shot Andy Warhol”, Lili Taylor, is married to three-time PBQ-published author Nick Flynn.   Nick Flynn's author page on PBQ http://pbqmag.org/tag/nick-flynn/   Dangerous Art: The Weapons of Performance Artist Chris Burden https://www.theartstory.org/blog/dangerous-art-the-weapons-of-performance-artist-chris-burden/ In her fiction and essays, West Virginia writer Marie Manilla delights in presenting fuller, perhaps unexpected, portraits of Appalachians, especially those who live in urban areas. A graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop, Marie's books include The Patron Saint of Ugly, Shrapnel, and Still Life with Plums: Short Stories. She lives in Huntington, her hometown, with her Pittsburgh-born husband, Don.   Instagram and Facebook: @MarieManilla, Author website    Watchers        Zany lies amid clutter on the floor beneath the dining room windows hugging her bandaged arm. She huffs loudly enough to reach the front porch where Mom and Aunt Vi imbibe scotch. Vi still isn't used to afternoon drinking. They can't hear Zany over the Krebbs' crying baby on the other side of the duplex wall. Stupid baby. Plus Zany's little sister overhead dancing to the transistor radio, rattling the light fixture dangling from the ceiling.        The fingertips on Zany's bandaged arm are cold and maybe even blue. This is slightly alarming. She considers running to Mom but knows better. Take the damn thing off then, Mom will say.        There's nothing wrong with Zany's arm, but that isn't the point. At breakfast, without preamble, she wound an Ace bandage from her palm to her armpit. The family no longer asks what she's up to. Last week during Ed Sullivan she sat at her TV tray dripping candle wax over her fist. Aunt Vi blinked with every splat, but Mom only said: “If you get that on my rug I'll take you across my knee. I don't care how old you are.” Zany is thirteen.        Week before, Zany taped a string of two-inch penny nails around her throat at the kitchen table where Dad rewired one of Mom's salvaged lamps. “Why don't you do that in your room?”  Dad didn't like sharing his workspace. Zany shrugged and the nail tips jabbed her collarbones.  She could have done it in her room, but doing the thing wasn't the point. It was having someone watch that mattered. If no one watched, who would believe she could endure that much discomfort?        Nobody is watching now, so Zany grips a dining table leg and pulls it toward her, or tries to. It's hard to budge through Mom's junk piles, plus the weight of the extra leaf Dad inserted when Aunt Vi and Cousin Lester moved in after their apartment collapsed. Aunt Vi brought cans of flowery air freshener to hide the hoard smell—rotten food and cat piss. They don't own a cat.  Lester, sixteen, bought a box of rubble-rescued books.        “You better be setting the table!” Mom calls through the screen.        Zany hates Mom's manly haircut and has said so. “It's Gig's turn!”        Overhead, Gig stomps the floor in the bedroom they now share. Aunt Vi got Zany's attic where Mom's hoard had been disallowed, but it's begun trickling up. “No, it's not!” Gig's transistor blares louder.        “Zany!” Mom calls. “I swear to God! And close those drapes!”        Mom can't stand looking at the neighbor's wall she could reach across and touch, but Zany craves fresh air, as fresh as Pittsburgh air can be. Plus, she likes counting the yellow bricks Andy Warhol surely counted when this was his childhood home, the dining room his make-shift sickroom when he suffered St. Vitus Dance. Zany is certain his bed would have been right here by the window where he could see a hint of sky if he cricked his neck just right. She lies in his echo and imagines the day she'll appear at his Factory door in New York City and say: “I used to live in your house.” Andy will enfold her in his translucent arms before ushering her inside, not to act in his films or screen print his designs, but to be his equal. Partner, even. Zany just has to determine her own art form. It sure won't be cutting fruit cans into flowers like Warhol's mother did for chump change.        Zany's legs start the herky-jerky Vitus dance as if she's running toward that Factory dream. Her pelvis and hips quake. The one free arm. The back of her head jitters against the floor. It's a familiar thrum even Aunt Vi and Lester are accustomed to now. Mom yells: “Stop that racket!” She mutters to Vi: “We never should have bought this place.”       A kitchen timer dings and Aunt Vi comes in to disarm it. Her cooking is better than Mom's, and Vi wears an apron and dime store lipstick while she does it. Fresh peas instead of canned. Real mashed potatoes instead of instant. Vi is a better housekeeper, too, organizing Mom's trash into four-foot piles that line the walls. Every day Mom trolls back alleys and neighbors' garbage in dingy clothes that make her look like a hobo. That's what the kids say:  Your mom looks like a hobo. She pulls a rickety cart and loads it with moldy linens, rolled-up rugs, dented wastebaskets. Zany wonders if Dad regrets marrying the wrong sister. She knows he regrets not having a son, a boy who could have been Lester if Dad had a different heart. Instead, Dad got Lester on at the blast furnace, because “No one sleeps under my roof for free.” Who needs a high school diploma?        In the kitchen, Aunt Vi lets out one of her sobs. She only does that in private after Mom's third scolding: “He's dead, Vi. Crying won't bring him back.”        Zany misses Uncle Mo, too. His pocketful of peppermints. The trick coin he always plucked from Zany's ear. The last time Zany's family visited, she walked through their decrepit Franklin Arms apartment with its spongy floors and clanking pipes, but no maze of debris to negotiate. No cat piss smell or sister blaring the radio. She found Lester in his room at a child's desk he'd outgrown, doughy boy that he then was, doing homework without being nagged.  Astounding. His room was spartan, plenty of space for a second bed if Zany asked Aunt Vi sweetly enough. But no. Zany couldn't abandon Andy in his Dawson Street sickbed. Lester's only wall decoration was a world map strung with red yarn radiating from Pittsburgh to France, China, the South Pole. She wanted to ask why those destinations, but didn't, entranced as she was by all that fresh-aired openness, plus his feverishly scribbling hand.       Now, Aunt Vi leans in the dining room dabbing her face with a dishtowel. She's aged a decade since moving here and it isn't all due to grief. She targets Zany on the floor. “Everything all right in here?”        Zany has stopped breathing. Her eyes are glazed and her tongue lolls from her mouth.  She's getting better at playing dead.        “All right then.” Aunt Vi is getting better at not reacting. The screen door slams behind her.        Zany pulls in her tongue and inhales. She starts counting bricks again until Aunt Vi calls: “There they are!” as she does every workday.        Zany pictures Dad and Lester padding up Dawson. Wet hair slicked back because they shower off the stench before coming home. Zany appreciates that. Their boots scrape the steps to the porch where Aunt Vi will take their lunchpails. And there she is coming through the door and dashing to rinse their thermoses at the kitchen sink. Mom will stay put and pour Dad a finger of scotch.        Lester bangs inside and pauses in the dining room entryway. He's leaner now on account of the physical labor. Taller too. He eyes Zany's bandaged arm, not with Aunt Vi's alarm, but with the kind of baffled wonder Zany has always been after. Their eyes meet and it's the same look he gave her the day she walked backward all the way to the Eliza Number Two—not  because Dad and Lester worked there, but because it was lunchtime, and a gaggle of men would  be eating beneath that pin oak by the furnace entrance. And there they were, her father among them, not easy to see having to crane her neck as Zany picked her way over the railroad tracks.        “What the hell is she doing?” said Tom Folsom. Zany recognized her neighbor's voice.  “She's off her nut,” said another worker.       Zany twisted fully around to see if her father would defend her, but he was already hustling back to the furnace.        “Something's not right with that girl,” said Folsom.        “Nothing wrong with her,” said Lester from beneath a different tree where he ate his cheese sandwich alone.        Folsom spit in the grass. “Shut up, fairy boy.”        Lester wasn't a fairy boy, Zany knew.        Today, leaning in the dining room, Lester looks as if he can see inside Zany's skull to the conjured Factory room she and Andy will one day share: walls scrubbed clean and painted white.  Her drawings or paintings lining the walls in tidy rows. Maybe sculptures aligned on shelves. Or mobiles overhead spinning in the breeze. Lester nods at her fantasy as if it's a good one. He has his own escapism. Zany knows that too, and she looks away first so her eyes won't let him know that she knows.        Lester heads to the cellar where he spends most of his time. Mom partitioned off the back corner for him with clothesline and a bed sheet. Installed an army cot and gooseneck lamp on a crate. Andy Warhol holed up in the cellar when he was a kid developing film in a jerry-rigged darkroom. Zany constructed one from an oversized cardboard box she wedged into that shadowy space beneath the stairs. She cut a closable door in the box and regularly folds herself inside to catalogue her achievements in a notebook. Stood barefoot on a hot tar patch on Frazier Street for seventy-two seconds. Mr. Braddock called me a dolt, but I said: You're the dolt!        From below, the sound of Lester falling onto his cot followed by a sigh so deep Zany's lungs exhale, too. Whatever dreams he had got buried under apartment rubble along with Uncle Mo.       Outside, Dad has taken Aunt Vi's creaky rocker. “He's a strange one,” he says about Lester. “What's he up to down there?”        Mom says, “Who the hell knows?”        Zany clamps her unbandaged hand over her mouth to keep that knowledge from spilling.  She saw what he was up to the day she was tucked in her box and forgot time until footsteps pounded the stairs above her. She peeked through the peephole she'd punched into her cardboard door as Lester peeled off his shirt, his pants. He left on his boxers and socks. Didn't bother to draw his sheet curtain, just plopped on the cot and lit a cigarette. His smoking still surprised her. The boy he once was was also buried under rubble. Zany regretted not making her presence known, but then it was too late with Lester in his underwear, and all. Plus, she was captivated by his fingers pulling the cigarette to his lips. The little smoke rings he sent up to the floor joists. She wondered if he was dreaming of China or the South Pole, or just sitting quietly at his too-small desk back in his apartment inhaling all that fresh air. Finally, he snubbed out the cigarette in an empty tuna can. Zany hoped he would roll over for sleep, but he slid a much-abused magazine from beneath his pillow and turned pages. Even in the scant light Zany made out the naked lady on the cover. Zany's heart thudded, even more so when Lester's hand slipped beneath his waistband and started moving up and down, up and down. She told her eyes to close but they wouldn't, both entranced and nauseated by what she shouldn't be seeing. She knew what he was up to, having done her own exploring when she had her own room. She'd conjure Andy Warhol's face and mouth and delicate hands—because those rumors weren't true. They just weren't. Harder to explore in the bed she now shared with Gig. Stupid Aunt Vi, and stupid collapsed Franklin Arms.       What Lester was up to looked angry. Violent, even. A jittery burn galloped beneath Zany's skin and she bit her lip, drawing blood. But she couldn't look away from Lester's furious hand, his eyes ogling that magazine until they squeezed shut and his mouth pressed into a grimace that did not look like joy. The magazine collapsed onto his chest and his belly shuddered. Only then did Zany close her eyes as the burn leaked through her skin. When Lester's snores came, she tiptoed upstairs to collapse on Andy's echo. She caught Lester seven more times, if caught is the right word, lying in wait as she was, hoping to see, hoping not to.  “You better be setting the table!” Mom yells now from the porch.        Zany grunts and makes her way to the kitchen where Aunt Vi pulls a roast from the oven.  Zany heaves a stack of plates to the dining room and deals them out like playing cards.  “Don't break my dishes!” Mom calls. I hate your hair, Zany wants to say.  There is a crash, but it's not dishes. It comes from overhead where Gig screams.  Thumping on the stairs as she thunders down, transistor in hand. “Zany!”  Gig rushes into the dining room, ponytail swaying, eyes landing on her sister. “He's been shot!”        Zany's mind hurtles back two months to when Martin Luther King was killed. Riots erupted in Pittsburgh's Black neighborhoods: The Hill District and Homewood and Manchester.  “Who?” Zany says, conjuring possibilities: LBJ, Sidney Portier. But to Zany, it's much worse.        “Andy Warhol!”        Zany counts this as the meanest lie Gig's ever told. “He was not.”        “Yes, he was!” Gig turns up the radio and the announcer confirms it: a crazed woman shot Warhol in his Factory.       Aunt Vi comes at Zany with her arms wide, because she understands loss. “Oh, honey.”  Zany bats her hands away. “It's not true.”        Vi backs into Mom's hoard. “Is he dead?”        Gig says: “They don't know.”        Zany can't stomach the smug look on Gig's face, as if she holds Andy's life or death between her teeth. Zany wants to slap that look off, so she does.        Gig screams.        “What the hell's going on in there?” Mom calls.        “Zany hit me!” Gig says at the very moment Aunt Vi says: “Andy Warhol's been shot!”  “No he wasn't!” Zany says again, wanting to slap them both.        Mom and Dad hustle inside where Gig cups her reddening cheek and bawls louder.  “It's nothing,” Mom says at the sight of her sniveling daughter, but Dad enfolds Gig in his arms. “There, there.”        “Don't coddle that child,” says Mom, and for once Zany agrees.        “Now, Mae.” Dad cups the back of Gig's head and there's a different look on her face.  Triumph, maybe.        Pounding on the shared duplex wall, Evie Krebbs, who never could shush that wailing baby. “Andy Warhol's been shot!” she calls to them. “Did you all hear?”        “We heard,” Mom answers as the baby cries louder, and so does Gig, who won't be upstaged. Mom says: “That's the price of fame I guess.”        “Being shot?” says Aunt Vi.        “Put yourself in the public eye and anything's liable to happen. Lotta kooks in this world.”       The neighbor kids' chant sounds in Zany's head: Your mother's a hobo.        “I'd rather be shot than a hobo,” says Zany.        Mom's head snaps back. “What the hell's that supposed to mean?”        Zany doesn't fully know what she means, or maybe she does.        Dad says, “Turn up the radio and see if he's dead.”        Zany doesn't want to know the answer, and to keep him alive she runs to the basement where Andy will always be a sickly boy developing film. Never mind Lester in his bed sending smoke rings up to the floor joists. Never mind her family still jabbering overhead.       Zany dashes to her cardboard box and closes the door, her body shaking, but not from any disease. Andy can't be dead. He just can't, because if he is Zany will never make it to New York. Will never pound on his Factory door. She will never be famous enough for someone to shoot.        She doesn't know she's sobbing until Lester's voice drifts over. “Zany?”        It's hard to speak with that hand gripping her throat and her father overhead still babbling: “Turn it up, Gig.” All Zany eeks out is a sob.        Lester's skinny voice slips through that slit in her door. “Zany?”        The grip loosens and Zany puts her eye to the peephole.        There he is, Lester, on his narrow cot in the windowless cellar where he now lives. He slides his hand into his waistband and he tilts his head toward her. “Are you watching?”  Zany's breathing settles, and the overhead voices disappear taking with them the possibility of Andy's death. Her eyes widens so she can take it all in, the violent strokes, his contorting face, because she won't look away from Lester's pain, or hers.  Finally, she answers him: “Yes.” 

Nicole Avant is a philanthropist, diplomat, filmmaker, actress and author. Her father, Clarence Avant, was a music legend and entertainment mogul, and her mother, Jacqueline Avant, was a legendary philanthropist. Nicole grew up around some of the most extraordinary artists of our time, including Bill Withers, Quincy Jones and Sidney Portier, and drew from her upbringing to create a noteworthy career of her own. But everything changed for Nicole in 2021, when her mother was fatally shot during a failed home invasion. Nicole channeled her grief, and turned her pain into fuel to write her beautiful memoir, “Think You'll Be Happy”. She joins Hoda Kotb to share her journey, reflecting on managing her grief, finding forgiveness and moving ahead when the people who defined you and guided you are no longer physically here.

Beverly Hills Cop (1984) & Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967) One of the great actor-directors in cinema, Sidney Portier, was already a huge star in 1967 – but today's film is one of 3 truly terrific films from his career that year –  the mind boggles. The movie couches racism in an upscale comedy drama using familiar conceits, but there's a truth right under the charm and tropes. Our other film is from a new buddy-cop genre inspired by the success of the groundbreaking 48 Hours. This film turned out to be the highest-grossing film in 1984 with over 300 million dollars at the box office and a soundtrack that went to number one on Billboard. For info on this episode and more, visit the official Cinema Sounds & Secrets website!

Another Tuesday.  Can you smell what the boys are cooking? It's meat, we're cooking meat.  Shaunak Godkhindi joins the boys today to talk about what's good in life: engagements and fake accents.  Michael makes a promise regarding a fart that he actually keeps.   The boys discover how diamonds are made- have y'all made a rock before?  If you're gonna tell someone you love them, give them a blizzard.  If your wedding doesn't involve you being loaded with cash, you don't deserve marriage!  The California Raisins run a train on Max."Hey dog, it's literally love"Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/intheminivanFollow us on instagram: @intheminivanpodMax: @maxfine_Michael: @michaelrowlando_oFollow us on twitter: @intheminivanFollow us on TikTok: @intheminivanpodcastWe're on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTxCtwpkBssIljyG6tdJbWQGet in the Discord: https://discord.gg/YWgaD6xFN3Episode Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/069j9PXz2g7XgyT6G8goR8?si=a52f1460bb974ff9THE MASTER PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2saxemA3MOXcjIWdwHGwCZ?si=ee3444c085714c46sThe Blood Diamond DealerSupport the show

Hi film friends, today we gots seven new reviews for you starting off with (Emperor of the north 1973) where 2 train hoppers are brutally hunted by the cab driver from escape from New York. Next up is (A warm December 1973) Here we have Sidney Portier once again showing racist asshats that people of color are capable of anything they are. (Your three minutes are up 1973) is up, and this hard to find film has the supercops guy Ron Lieberman and Beau Bridges goin on a road trip to doucheness. Next we have (Danny 1977) Where Roger from Dawn of the dead appears for like a second and the rest is an uplifting kids film about horses, though actually it's darker and more about classism. Onward to the classic (Blue collar 1978) where god damn Yaphet Kotto gets the rawest deal. (The Odd Job 1978) has Brain from Life of Brian hiring a handy man to kill him. Enter Zaniness! Finally today your Decade under the influence crew review (Hardcore 1979) where George C. Scot is a Calvinist gone rogue. He puts on an amazingly ridiculous mustache and tries to find his missing Calvinist. Thanks for listening folks, annnnnnnd it's time for lunch.

Want to know how to communicate better with the opposite sex? It's the topic of the conversation on the latest Theories & Thoughts Podcast, as author and radio personality Troy Rawlings sits down with the latest. But, we must warn you, this is truly a grown folks' conversation. Explicit language and subject matter ahead. This Caught Our Attention: We are late to the party, but the ladies discuss Stormy Wellington's viral “low vibrational” video. Arnya has a theory about Stormy's message, while Fancy has her own thoughts. About Troy Rawlings Host, Comedian, Actor, Speaker and Author Troy Rawlings is much more than a “Triple Threat”. Troy's comedy and hosting style brings his amazing writing, improvisational, and production skills to the masses every time he steps on a stage, or in a TV or Radio studio! A self-proclaimed “Entertainment Brat” Troy Rawlings is walking in his purpose. “I love people and I love seeing people enjoy themselves!” This is Troy's motivation. Born Troy Lance Rawlings in Baltimore, Maryland, Troy was a comedian from the crib. By the age of three, Troy was impersonating his favorite singers and comedians; like Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, and Al Green to comedians and actors like Jerry Lewis, Abbot & Costello, Laurel & Hardy, Bob Hope, John Ritter, Bill Cosby and Sidney Portier. By age 5, Troy was break-dancing, rapping, singing and playing instruments. His intense love for the arts was evident to his parents but they didn't know how to hone andcontrol it; so they never put limits on his gift. Because of this Troy Rawlings brings timeless, no-limit entertainment right to your face! https://www.troyrawlingslive.com/home @troyrawlingslive --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

An 'icon' is much more known than a celebrity. They are someone who leaves a mark on history. They have a strong depth of significance. They are a person who is well known, and who people look up to. Jayne Kennedy Overton embodies that description breaking barriers when she became the first woman of color in the late 70s to host THE NFL on CBS, a national sports show, on what Bob Costas credited as being "the template for modern studio shows." The ease of her manner as an interviewer, whether talking to a young Kareem Abdul Jabbar, Joe Namath, or Muhammad Ali, along with a sincere intimacy in her tone, body language, and steady eye contact, was completely disarming. Managing to demonstrate both knowledge of subject while projecting the ability to not take herself too seriously, this Ohio-raised former beauty queen is undeniably charismatic.  Recently, the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington, DC inducted Jayne into the annuls of media pioneers, honoring her alongside luminaries, Diahann Carroll, Nat King Cole, Nichelle Nichols, The Supremes, and Don Cornelius. Next to the wall with the honorees is a quote from Oprah Winfrey “we used to gather around the tv and jump up and down, ‘colored people on tv, colored people on tv.'” Raising her daughters, Jayne has been quiet for awhile but as she begins "Jayne 2.0", we sat down to reflect on Jayne's roots and journey as a trailblazer, her convictions, milestones, motherhood, as well as what's ahead.  Join me, your host Brad Johnson, at the corner table! Instagram: Corner Table Talk  and Post and Beam Hospitality LinkedIn: Brad Johnson E.Mail:  brad@postandbeamhospitality.com For more information on host Brad Johnson or to join our mailing list, please visit: https://postandbeamhospitality.com/ Theme Music: Bryce Vine Corner Table™ is a trademark of Post & Beam Hospitality LLCSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Trevor Lawrence Jr. was born to Lynda Laurence (formerly of the Supremes) and Trevor Lawrence (Writer/Producer/ Saxophonist). Both of Trevor's parents were original members of Stevie Wonder's Wonderland band which brought you: Songs in The Key Of Life, Inner Visions and other Classic American Music History. After Stevie Wonder, Lynda Laurence went on to become a Supreme on Motown. She joined the group when Diana Ross left and Jean Terrell took the lead spot. (Floy Joy)   Trevor comes from a musical family. Trevor's grandfather Ira Tucker is credited as one of the forefathers of gospel music and has won a Grammy (1974) with the group, which he was with for over 60 years, The Dixie Hummingbirds. Trevor's aunt Sundray Tucker aka “aunt Sandra” also sang with Stevie Wonder and countless others including Patti LaBelle.   “TrevBeats” (a name given to Trevor when he shot the pilot to his cooking & music show Beats & Eats w/ Cedric the Entertainer) began playing the drums at age 2. “I couldn't sit and play so I had to stand up for the first couple of years,” says Trev.” Music is all I know, and a little about cooking.”   By the age of 18 and a senior Trevor graduated from Hamilton with two scholarships one from Capitol Records (the Nat King Cole Scholarship) and the other the Lieber and Stoller Award from ASCAP. Trevor attended USC for 2 and half years and then transferred to Cal Arts and then transferred to the real world.   “The most important thing that happened to me in my first year of college was that producer Greg Porree' (father of Justin poree' of Ozomatli, Trevor used to give Justin Drum lessons) called me for my first real record date with an artist named Vinx on Sting's Pangea record label. I played on two or three songs and that really changed my life. I decided that I really wanted to get into the art of recording. I started collecting snares and before I really had a set of decent recording drums Harvey Mason used to let me use his drumset to record, which was awesome.”   Trevor went on to record with artists like “Macy Gray, Boys II Men, Dr. Dre, Peter Himmelman and a host of others before getting a very interesting call. “One Day I was at my Dad's studio working with him on a movie(To Sir With Love II with Sidney Portier) and I got a call from at the time A&R at A&m records Junior Regisford I picked up the phone and he said “Hi Trev hold on someone wants to speak to you” he clicked over and on three-way he had Terri Lewis from Jimmy Jam and Terri Lewis. I nearly fell over. I had played on a record for Jimmy and Terri and they liked it and had a new group coming out named SOLO that was going on tour so in 24 hours I left warm Los Angeles in February and flew to Freezing Minneapolis where I rehearsed and learned about being on the road for the first time. We opened for Michael Bolton in Europe for a month and then we hit America with R. Kelly, LL Cool J and Xscape. It was an introduction to Sheds(large concert venues) crowds, tour busses, and everything I ever dreamed Touring would be.   I worked and worked and tried to build up my body of work and my name and here I am today still learning a lot. In 2004 I went on tour to Europe with Macy Gray, played on Stevie Wonders A Time To Love Album, played on Ashanti's 3rd album (I also played on her first album) and went To Africa back to back with Stevie wonder and Stanley Clarke a week apart. It's weird how life is. I have pictures of Stevie holding me as a Baby and I worked with him 30 years later than my parents did.   In 2001 I met super producer 7 Aurelius who is responsible for a great number of hits with artists like Ashanti, JaRule, Eve, and Jennifer Lopez. I worked with 7 for several years and we did Lionel Richie's album Just For You(2004) together and I co- wrote 4 songs on that one. And 7 is also the reason I met and co-wrote a song on Mariah Carey's album Charmbracelet. “We had a Sound” together and also we have a great chemistry in the studio.   After touring the world with Stevie wonder and doing the Live 8 concert for over a Million people in Philadelphia, I continued doing studio work with Scott Storch, Mike Elizondo and many others in Los Angeles. I got a call from a friend of mine, Terrace Martin who put me in touch with Snoop's camp. I toured the world with Snoop and now my drum kits from those tours are on display at Hard Rock in Las Vegas and India.   In 2008, after Snoop I began doing more session with Dr. Dre. I started with him on and off in '94 and did SNL with him in '96 and '98. Those sessions ended up with me joining the Aftermath Family and Production Team. I went on to have over 30 releases with Dre and we are still working strong today with some great things in store. Along the way I have been fortunate to work with Hans Zimmer on “Man of Steel” as well as many other Producers on records and Movies like “American Hustle” and even the most recent “Halo 5” video game.   I ended up getting involved in the Music Software business with a great company called MVP Loops. We successfully launched several software titles and have many more to come. Now in 2016 I have become co-owner of the Parent Company VIP Loops. The journey has been long and it still feels like it has just begun. I thank all of the companies that support me.”   Some Things That Came Up:   -Filming “Crossroads” in Nashville   -The Super Bowl Rehearsals   -Playing with Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg   -Picking the kit for the Super Bowl   -Rehearsing at The Hangar in Santa Monica with full production and SoFi   -“Bel-Air” tv show watch party   -Playing/songwriting with Marian Carey, Eminem, Lizzo, Ed Sheeran, Bruno Mars, Alicia Keys, Pati Austin, Quincy Jones, Natasha Bedingfield, Everest, Ashanti, Lionel Richie and many others.   -Relationships in action. The live room to the control room. Show your worth.   -Jazz Roots and having a super musical family   -Producing Snoop's Record, Super Bowl, LeAnn Rimes, Herbie Hancock at Disney Hall all in ONE week.   -Working with Herbie Hancock on and off for 12 years   -Put out the right energy for great things to happen   -Travel changes you as a human. Making memories.   -NFTs. Gorden Campbell. Taku Hirano. NAMM   -Book: “Musicians Guide to Endorsements Vol 1 and 2” on Amazon.   -Collecting Sneakers and Firearms   -Gun Safety and Compliance   -The Clap Stack and Copyright Law   -Kanye's Streaming Device and Netflix Special   -Snoop's likable brand   -7 Income sources   -Hamilton High School in Culver City   -Hans Zimmer “Superman” Sessions   -“Hidden In Plain Sight” Solo Record inspired by Civil Rights Leader John Lewis   -RQOTD   -Las Amigos Restaurant in Gallatin, TN   -Meeting each other at The Grammy Awards 2012   Follow:   www.trevorlawrencejr.com   Instagram: @trevorlawrencejr   Twitter: @trevbeats Trevor Lawrence Jr.   The Rich Redmond Show is about all things music, motivation and success. Candid conversations with musicians, actors, comedians, authors and thought leaders about their lives and the stories that shaped them. Rich Redmond is the longtime drummer with Jason Aldean and many other veteran musicians and artists. Rich is also an actor, speaker, author, producer and educator. Rich has been heard on thousands of songs, over 25 of which have been #1 hits!   Rich can also be seen in several films and TV shows and has also written an Amazon Best-Selling book, "CRASH! Course for Success: 5 Ways to Supercharge Your Personal and Professional Life" currently available at:   https://www.amazon.com/CRASH-Course-Success-Supercharge-Professional/dp/B07YTCG5DS/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=crash+redmond&qid=1576602865&sr=8-1   One Book: Three Ways to consume....Physical (delivered to your front door, Digital (download to your Kindle, ipad or e-reader), or Audio (read to you by me on your device...on the go)!   Buy Rich's exact gear at www.lessonsquad.com/rich-redmond   Follow Rich:   @richredmond   www.richredmond.com   Jim McCarthy is the quintessential Blue Collar Voice Guy. Honing his craft since 1996 with radio stations in Illinois, South Carolina, Connecticut, New York, Las Vegas and Nashville, Jim has voiced well over 10,000 pieces since and garnered an ear for audio production which he now uses for various podcasts, commercials and promos. Jim is also an accomplished video producer, content creator, writer and overall entrepreneur.   Follow Jim:   @jimmccarthy   www.jimmccarthyvoiceovers.com

In the second part of the show, we discuss a few things including CRT, White Saviors, and more tweets from our new favorite social justice warrior, Dan Price. Our Way Black History Fact tells the story of the recently departed actor Sidney Portier.

Ronno goes to Aruba, NFL playoffs, Sidney Portier, Bob Saget and so much more!

This week, Seamus and Garrett plunge head first into the Bacta tank and talk about the first 3 episodes of The Book of Boba Fett! Plus, a look back on 4 media legends that passed away over our hiatus. Episode timecodes: News - 1:10 RIP Betty White, Bob Saget, Sidney Portier, and Peter Bogdanovich - 1:10 The Book of Boba Fett eps. 1-3 - 7:43 The Book of Boba Fett eps. 1-3 spoilers - 17:23 Pop Culture Reference (EU Boba Fett history)- 34:38 Save The Rec Center (The Jinx: The Life and Deaths of Robert Durst & Steven Spielberg's West Side Story) - 43:45 Reach the show: Email: popculturereferencepod@gmail.com Twitter: @PCR_Podcast TikTok: @PCR_Podcast Instagram: @PCR_Podcast Facebook: facebook.com/PopCultureReference Music from filmmusic.io "Wallpaper" by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) License: CC BY (creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/)

0:09: This is the game where we agree that Denzel Washington is the second coming of Sidney Portier and not the other way around. Where Quebec is mandating liquor stores and dispensaries in return of more vaccinated citizens. Where Lil Meech stinks. And where an uber driver booked a hotel room for a teenage girl after having her in the car with him for 5 hours. Listen to the story first please.8:36: Takeoff10:08: The Full Send Podcast has interviewed some big names in the world of sports. John Daly, Gervonta Davis, and now ANTONIO BROWN. Yo did you know this could rap? But anyway, we dive in plane first about who's side you should be on regarding AB and the Buccaneers.25:28: We play Poker. If I told you that "Rick Ross is the best rapper to have a classic album," can you beat that? Let's see if Jerz, Co Pro Smartz and The Pilot read the directions on to play the game correctly.33:21: An Arizona Nurse is one of 700 employees from the Mayo Clinic fired due to mandate although CDC guidelines are allowing vaccinated, positive tested, asymptomatic workers to care for covid patients. Meanwhile, Chicago does not know if they want to go remote or go to school. We ask our Social Science guy Co Pro Smartz his thoughts on the matter.42:56 Ted Tuffer is back with the TLNF Report! He gives an update about Klay Thompson, Hot Sauce, Da Baby, and The Late Great Bob Saget. Job well done Tuffer! Such great audio art on this. It's worth a listen.48:19: The Pilot does a zoom meeting w/ Creator/Director/Producer of The Legitimately Mallie Podcast Mahalia Jackson-Butler. Mahalia has created a sitcom style podcast that should have Disney knocking on her door TOMORROW! It's an audio treat. It's a good piece of audio business. I urge you to listen. But before we get to talk about why she decided to create a podcast so different from the rest, A superstar jumps on the zoom chat. It's none other than Becca Aguilar from the Lifetime Movie "Mistletoe in Montana" herself, Mallian Butler. She lets the plane that you can see her on hit TV Show "Black-ish" as well. What a pilot!Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

As 2022 kicks off with continued 2020 energy, the @BrokenPencilBC (@Suave4Mayor x @DanjahOne) hopes to provide that ray of podcasting sunshine, as we talk one more critical release. Also up for discussion: WWE slot-blockin', #PowerBook2 gets a BPBC mid-season recap, cracks in the Forbidden Door with an impromptu mixtape of Royal Rumble Surprises, a Pencil Pusher is cleared to return to action, New Brock City is open and active, bonus booking, and the largest #TenBellSalute in our 149+ episode history.  This show is dedicated to the memory of Max Julian, Dan Reeves, Bob Saget, James Mtume, Betty White, Sidney Portier, and NXT 1.0.   Action Bronson @BamBamBaklava “The Chairman's Intent” appears courtesy of Blue Chips 7000 Check your preferred podcast streaming home & set a reminder. Like. Rate. Share. Most importantly, Subscribe for auto-delivery. https://pods.link/us/i/1371879536   Available on all streaming platforms. #BrokenPencilLogic #WitDaShyt #YouCantWriteThis #PriceJustWentUp #MarkMyWords #FTCF #WCW #WWE #NXT #AEW #ROH #ImpactWrestling #NJPW #NWA #Podcast #NowStreaming #ApplePodcasts #Spotify #Pandora #TuneIn #GooglePodcasts #Podbean #Amazon #PlayMorePods #DaBeastRadio

C. Diddy (@cdiddy513) & co-host Alex (@allienichole_)recap the events of the first 2 weeks of the year, including: sending out condolences to Betty White & Sidney Portier, why sometimes you have to ignore things to be happy, communicating dating expectations early, dealing with Valentine's Day expectations, the hottest beef in the streets: Elmo & Rocco and much more on this week's episode. Intro: Gunna & 21 Savage - thought i was playing Outro: Dear Silas - Shoot My Shot *we do not own rights to this music or audio* Continue to communicate with us using the #ShootYourShotPod hashtag. And follow us on: Twitter (@SYSPodcast), Instagram (@shootyourshotpod) and Facebook (Shoot Your Shot Pod) If you have a question you want us to discuss on the podcast, email us at shootyourshotpod@gmail.com

This week on KellzPodcast: Euphoria!, stop whining about COVID, The Navy is annoyed, RIP Betty White and Sidney Portier, keep Quincy and Michael's names out your mouth! and bravo Abbott Elementary.

What Up YouTube Peeps! I'm BACK with that Verbal Cardio! This episode we are talking about the passing of Betty White, Sidney Portier & Bob Saget and reflecting on their careers and impact. 

On this episode we discussed the difference between hot and cold crypto wallets. Web 3.0 and some of the top coins involved with it. Stock and crypto major drops lately. Kodak Black wilding at the NHL game. Deaths early in 2022. RIP Bob Saget, Sidney Portier and Betty White. Drake being sued for being smarter than you. Females Versus Finances

This week we pay respects to Sidney Portier and Bob Saget, the White House announcing that insurances will cover FDA OTC Covid-19 tests, discuss the sentencing in the Ahmad Arbery case, Young Dolph's murderer being caught and charged, Meek Mill taking down Knxwledge's remix of one of his corner freestyles, the recently released Gunna and Weeknd albums, and the top ten male singers of all time list that Barstool released.

It's Gametime our Raiders host the Chargers for a Sunday Night Showdown with a playoff position on the line! We give our thoughts on what needs to happen to extend our season. Another loss rocks the world of entertainment as Sidney Portier passes at the age of 94. A man and his ex's relationship is still a little fishy in our latest Petty Wap segment. Some new albums dropping with one being called album of the decade? Plus we expose some songs we don't think aged very well. All that and more on episode 52 of UNPROFESSIONAL AF! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ramon-barraza85/message

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HOUR 1SCOTUS to hear vaccine mandate case (forcing companies with 100+ employees to make them get the vaccine or be fired) / (MB) https://www.morningbrew.com/daily/stories/vaccine-mandate-Biden-US-supreme-court?Tucker Carlson and Senator Ted Cruz debate about Cruz using the term "violent terrorism" referring to the defendants from the Jan 6th, 2021 Capitol break-in / https://www.bizpacreview.com/2022/01/07/i-just-dont-believe-you-tucker-repeatedly-calls-ted-cruz-a-liar-in-heated-face-off-over-jan-6-terrorist-remark-1185452/Sidney Portier passes away at age 94 in his home in the Bahamas / (NYT) https://www.nytimes.com/2022/01/07/movies/sidney-poitier-dead.html?December 2021 job report shows decline again / (NYT) https://www.nytimes.com/2022/01/07/business/economy/jobs-report-december-2021.htmlJoe from Southwest Anchorage on unemployment and why people are on welfare and what's wrong HOUR 2Tom talks about evidence-based diets and what scientists recommend (low calories and exercise) / (NCBI) https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8017325/?Gary from East Anchorage on people on welfare and obese Adam Holz from Focus on the Family's Plugged In on "The 355" (about women spies)Tom on Tom T Hall and his suicide in August at age 85 / (FOX News) https://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/country-singer-tom-hall-cause-of-death-suicideDave Stieren, Community Relations Director from Gov Dunleavy's officeMayor Bronson's staff posts "Panhandling Prohibited" signs in Anchorage and some say illegal / (ADN) https://www.adn.com/alaska-news/anchorage/2022/01/06/anchorage-spent-thousands-of-dollars-posting-anti-panhandling-signs-citing-a-law-found-unconstitutional/

Did you know New Orleans is the home to the Gulf Coast's only sake brewery? The Krewe didn't until a few weeks ago! In this episode, Doug& Nigel sit down and reminisce about their first encounters with sake before sitting down for a sake deep dive with Brian Ashcraft, author of the award winning Japanese Sake Bible.Brian talks about what led to his interest in Japan and sake, shares some behind-the-scenes info into the creation of his comprehensive guide to Japanese rice wine, and provides insight on things that all sake enthusiasts need to know. Kanpai!Brian's Book:https://www.amazon.com/Japanese-Sake-Bible-Everything-Tasting/dp/4805315059For more on the Japan Society of New Orleans:http://www.japansocietyofneworleans.org/

It's the 70's movie review, comin right at you. This week we review The Christine Jorgensen story 1970 - Brother John 1971 Truck Turner 1974 - The river Niger 1976 and Absolution 1978. How about a lil star quality to help spark yer interest. This batch has Chef from South Park, Nichelle Nichols, Richard Burton, Billy Connolly, Darth Vader, Yaphet Kotto, Cicely Tyson, Sidney Portier, Paul Winfield, and Chappy from Iron Eagle 1,2, and 3. On behalf of all of us at here at the decade under the influence headquarters we'd like to thank you for choosing this fine podcast product.