Podcasts about The Supremes

Send us Fan MailWelcome to Guess the Year! This is an interactive, competitive podcast series where you will be able to play along and compete against your fellow listeners. Here is how the scoring works:10 points: Get the year dead on!7 points: 1-2 years off4 points: 3-5 years off1 point: 6-10 years offGuesses can be emailed to drandrewmay@gmail.com or texted using the link at the top of the show notes (please leave your name).I will read your scores out before the next episode, along with the scores of your fellow listeners! Please email your guesses to Andrew no later than 12pm EST on the day the next episode posts if you want them read out on the episode (e.g., if an episode releases on Monday, then I need your guesses by 12pm EST on Wednesday; if an episode releases on Friday, then I need your guesses by 12 pm EST on Monday). Note: If you don't get your scores in on time, they will still be added to the overall scores I am keeping. So they will count for the final scores - in other words, you can catch up if you get behind, you just won't have your scores read out on the released episode. All I need is your guesses (e.g., Song 1 - 19xx, Song 2 - 20xx, Song 3 - 19xx, etc.). Please be honest with your guesses! Best of luck!!The answers to today's ten songs can be found below. If you are playing along, don't scroll down until you have made your guesses. .....Have you made your guesses yet? If so, you can scroll down and look at the answers......Okay, answers coming. Don't peek if you haven't made your guesses yet!......Intro song: Keep the Faith by Bon Jovi (1992)Song 1: Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye (2011)Song 2: Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve (1997)Song 3: Rhinestone Cowboy by Glen Campbell (1975)Song 4: You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (1966)Song 5: One More Time by Daft Punk (2000)Song 6: Purple Rain by Prince & the Revolution (1984)Song 7: Groove Is In the Heart by Deee-Lite (1990)Song 8: One, Two Step by Ciara (feat. Missy Elliott) (2004)Song 9: My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion (1997)Song 10: Body Like a Back Road by Sam Hunt (2017)

SUPPORT THIS PODCAST! Join Patreon Get some merch ~~~~ I was all set to do a bonus episode on girl groups, in conjunction with one of my boy band episodes, but in researching them I found the topic far too rich, and decided to do a full proper episode. A MEGA episode. In fact, the LONGEST MxG EVER.  Like with the boy band episodes, though with a markedly different trajectory, I take us far back in history and through to today, highlighting the most significant girl groups from every era, and reminding us that – like former girl group member Beyonce sang: Who run the world? Girls! Have you been into girl groups? Did you prefer the classic girl groups of the 1960s, or were you more of a ‘90s-2000s fan? Were you aware how different their history has been from boy bands? Do you think girl group solo stars have been as influential as those from boy bands, or even more? What are your favorite girl groups? Discuss dammit! BONUS MxTRA: Girl group solo stars ~~~~ *intro/outro music credit: REC - "Wake Up High" *mid roll music credit: The Drop - "Outerloper" Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Detroit, 1963. Mientras las cadenas de montaje de Ford fabrican coches a un ritmo imposible, tres jóvenes están construyendo otra máquina de precisión. Se llaman Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier y Eddie Holland. Entre 1963 y 1967 escriben algunos de los mayores éxitos de las Supremes, los Four Tops, Marvin Gaye o Martha and the Vandellas. Canciones perfectas: panderetas urgentes, bajos melódicos, cuerdas ambiciosas y estribillos que parecen haber existido siempre. Pero detrás de aquellas canciones había una pregunta. ¿Podía la música creada por artistas negros conquistar la radio blanca sin renunciar a su identidad? Berry Gordy creyó que sí. Holland-Dozier-Holland encontraron la fórmula. En este episodio recorremos la historia de Holland-Dozier-Holland, el motor creativo del sonido Motown, y de una música que más de sesenta años después no ha envejecido. Playlist: – (Love Is Like A) Heat Wave, Martha and the Vandellas; – Please Mr. Postman, The Marvelettes; – Where Did Our Love Go, The Supremes; – I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch), Four Tops; – Baby Love, The Supremes; – How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You), Marvin Gaye; – Baby I Need Your Loving, Four Tops; – Reach Out I'll Be There, Four Tops; – Stop! In the Name of Love, The Supremes; – A change is gona come, Sam Cooke; – Mississippi Goddam, Nina Simone; – People get ready, The Impressions; – This Old Heart of Mine (Is Weak for You), Isley Brothers; – Nowhere To Run, Martha Reeves & The Vandellas; – Little Darling, Marvin Gaye; – The Happening, The Supremes; – Bernadette, Four Tops. Todas las canciones son de Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier y Eddie Holland excepto A change is gona come (Sam Cooke), Mississippi Goddam (Nina Simone) y People get ready (Curtis Mayfield).

Jamelle Bouie makes it clear what's at stake in the wake of the Supremes eviscerating the Voting Rights Act—our democracy. Ben riffs. Gregory returns to talk about the Pulitzer Prize the Tribune won for its coverage of Operation Midway Blitz. Also, his exchange with Bovino. And what happened after he was chastized by one of Trump's press people. Ben teaches Greg about neo-liberals. And then they join forces to defend leaks. C'mon, Mayor Johnson your school appointees should not be making like MAGA. Finally, a word or two about high school debate. Did Gregory defeat Carlos Ramirez Rosa in a debate match way back when? Gregory is a reporter for the Chicago Tribune. Congratulations on the Pulitzer, Tribsters. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

From his hospice care, former Congressman Barney Frank offers a gloomy message for fellow Democrats. Ben riffs. Monroe dissects recent gerrymandering rulings be the Supremes. It's all about “white power” from operatives who only like “good darkies.” Also an update from the “land of aren't we special.”—aka, Lincoln Park. Which is different than the land of Hoosiers, whose leaders have sold their souls to Trump. Monroe makes a bold prediction about Kamala Harris. Finally, a new poll shows about 56 percent of Americans aren't sure the recent assassination attempt on Trump was real.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Independent investigative journalism, broadcasting, trouble-making and muckraking with Brad Friedman of BradBlog.com

'BradCast' 5/11/2026: VA Supremes Nix Special Election Results, New U.S. House Map in Huge Gift to Voting Rigging GOP by Progressive Voices

A roundup of fun facts about some popular girl groups from the 1950s and '60s.

Así sonaba mayo de 1966. Singles que alcanzaron su puesto más alto en el Billboard Hot 100 de EEUU hace 60 años.(Foto del podcast por Henry Diltz; The Mamas and The Papas)Playlist;(sintonía) THE BRASS RING feat PHIL BODNER “The Phoenix love theme (Senza fine)” (top 32)THE MAMAS and THE PAPAS “Monday monday” (top 1)PERCY SLEDGE “When a man loves a woman” (top 1)BOB DYLAN “Rainy day women #12 & 35” (top 2)BOB LIND “Remember the rain” (top 64)JIMMY SMITH “Got my mojo workin’ (part 1)” (top 51)KO KO TAYLOR “Wang dang doodle” (top 58)STEVIE WONDER “Nothing's too good for my baby” (top 20)THE SUPREMES “Love is like an itching in my heart” (top 9)THE KINKS “Till the end of the day” (top 50)THE DAVE CLARK FIVE “Try to hard” (top 12)THE YARDBIRDS “Shapes of things” (top 11)THE BYRDS “Eight miles high” (top 14)PAUL REVERE and THE RAIDERS feat MARKS LINDSAY “Kicks” (top 4)THE SHADOWS OF KNIGHT “Gloria” (top 10)ROY ORBISON “Twinkle toes” (top 39)NANCY SINATRA “How does that grab you, darlin'?” (top 7)THE BEACH BOYS “Sloop John B.” (top 3)THE WALKER BROS. “The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore” (top 13)Escuchar audio

À propos de Jams Of The YearCréé par Raphael Melki et Belkacem Meziane, Jams Of The Year est un podcast dédié aux amateurs de musique funk, soul, rap et r&b. Chaque épisode met en lumière une année spécifique, avec une sélection soignée de 12 morceaux emblématiques qui illustrent l'évolution des genres.Janvier – David Ruffin : My Whole World Ended (The Moment You Left Me)Premier coup d'éclat en solo pour l'ex-chanteur des Temptations. Produit par Harvey Fuqua et Johnny Bristol, ce titre devient son plus grand succès des années 60.Février – Booker T & The MG's : Time Is TightIssu de la B.O. du film Uptight, ce chef-d'œuvre instrumental s'inscrit dans le climat social brûlant de l'après-Martin Luther King. Son groove imparable servira plus tard d'introduction culte aux concerts des Blues Brothers.Mars – Dyke & The Blazers : We Got More SoulVéritable soldat de la genèse du funk, Arlester "Dyke" Christian clame ici la fierté noire. Accompagné par les futurs musiciens d'Earth, Wind & Fire, il systématise l'usage du mot "funky" et pose les bases des breakbeats chers au hip-hop.Avril – Jr. Walker & The All Stars : What Does It Take (To Win Your Love)Le saxophoniste au son rauque signe ici un n°1 R&B mémorable. Soutenu par les Funk Brothers de Motown, ce titre démontre la puissance mélodique d'un artiste capable de faire chanter son instrument comme personne.Mai – Clarence Reid : Nobody But You BabeAvant de devenir l'extravagant Blowfly, Reid livre un joyau de la soul de Miami. Très inspiré par le groove des Isley Brothers, le morceau bénéficie de l'appui magistral des Memphis Horns.Juin – Lou Rawls : Your Good Thing (Is About To End)Ami d'enfance de Sam Cooke, Rawls réinterprète cette composition d'Isaac Hayes et David Porter. Sa voix de baryton exceptionnelle transforme ce titre en un succès majeur, annonçant sa future stature de star de la Philadelphia Soul.Juillet – Isaac Hayes : Walk On BySur l'album révolutionnaire Hot Buttered Soul, Hayes réinvente totalement le standard de Dionne Warwick. Accompagné par les Bar-Kays, il crée une fresque orchestrale devenue l'une des sources de samples les plus utilisées de l'histoire du hip-hop.Août – The Glass House : Crumbs Off The TableLancé sur Invictus, le label des transfuges de Motown (HDH), ce quatuor de Détroit brille par une production nerveuse. Le titre est co-écrit par Ron Dunbar.Septembre – The Honey Cone : Girls It Ain't EasyCe trio vocal, incluant la sœur de Darlene Love, est la réponse de Hot Wax aux Supremes. Leur harmonie parfaite et leur sens du tube les mèneront rapidement au sommet des charts mondiaux.Octobre – Donny Hathaway : The GhettoPremier single de l'immense Donny Hathaway, ce titre quasi instrumental devient un hymne intemporel de la soul urbaine. Novembre – The Meters : Look-A-Py PyLes rois du funk de La Nouvelle Orléans livrent un second album produit par Allen Toussaint. Avec un jeu de batterie syncope signé Zigaboo Modeliste, le groupe définit ici l'essence même du groove minimaliste et efficace.Décembre – B.B. King : The Thrill Is GoneLe "King of the Blues" accède à une renommée internationale grâce à ce blues mineur agrémenté de cordes. Ce succès magistral lui vaudra un Grammy et restera sa signature absolue auprès du grand public.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

The Supreme Court recently heard arguments in Monsanto v. Durnell, a case that could decide the fate of state-level glyphosate warning-label lawsuits — and perhaps the MAHA movement. If the Supremes rule in favor of Bayer, which owns Roundup, the glyphosate-based herbicide that powers industrial agriculture in this country and around the world, MAHA's leaders may revolt. Theodore and Helena discuss this, and the other ways MAHA is flexing its political power, including on the long-delayed Farm Bill.

Howie Kurtz on the federal indictment of James Comey over a social media post of seashells depicting ‘86-47', the Supreme Court's major ruling that gutted the Voting Rights Act, and the escalating tensions of a naval blockade and potential air strikes against Iran. As Howie puts it: "Whether you support the war, whether you don't... the average voter is much more focused on gas prices, on oil prices, on the state of the economy." Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

To celebrate our 100th episode in 2020, we were joined by the one and only Mary Wilson, founding member of The Supremes and author of the book Supreme Glamour. Ms. Wilson joined us to discuss the integral role that fashion--and supreme glamour--played in the success of one of the greatest singing trios of all time. Want more Dressed: The History of Fashion?  Our ⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠classes⁠⁠⁠ Our ⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠ Our ⁠⁠⁠bookshelf⁠⁠⁠ with over 150 of our favorite fashion history titles Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Interview with Anne Richmond Boston of Swimming Pool Q's. Anne was born in Louisville, Kentucky. She was a member of the church choir, took violin and ballet lessons all through elementary school. Her father was transferred to Winter Haven, Florida, for one year (where violin and ballet stopped) and then moved the family to Atlanta, Georgia. She was accepted into the high school chorus and was chosen to sing in a special chorus performing Leonard Bernstein's “Chichester Psalms.” Vocal harmonies were something she came to naturally. Perfoming “Going to the Chapel” with a band in the high school talent show was her first experience of being onstage behind a mic. She really dug it. It was about this time that the music of Janis Joplin, Grace Slick, Sandy Denny, Linda Ronstadt, Tammy Wynette, Dolly Parton, Melba Montgomery, Aretha Franklin, Judy Collins, and The Supremes took up residence in her being. She became friends with local Atlanta phenoms Thermos Greenwood (original rock band) and was invited along with a chorus of people to sing on the song “Chocolate City” for their album Pinhead Teddy. Anne was invited to become a member of the newly formed band The Swimming Pool Q's in 1978 and sang on their recordings The Deep End, The Swimming Pool Q's, and Blue Tomorrow. They continue to perform today. As a graphic designer, Anne created much of the early Swimming Pool Q's promotional material, supervised photo sessions, and designed single and album cover packaging. Leaving the Q's in 1987, Anne and her then-husband recorded The Big House of Time which was released on DB Records in 1990. It contained many originals and several cover songs, including “When You Dance” by Neil Young and “Darling Be Home Soon” by John Sebastian. T he follow up was I Should Be Happy. Anne's has had the pleasure of singing either live with, or on recordings by:  Drive-By Truckers, Widespread Panic, Thermos Greenwood, Terry Adams (NRBQ), The Brains, Johnny Jenkins, Marti Jones, Syd Straw, Laurie Sargent, Julie Adams, Kelly Hogan

Send us Fan MailHello little Ghoulies! In today's episode your Supremes break down their favorite things about one of our favorite topics! Haunted Houses! We talk about some of our favorite ones that we have been to and what we would want in our ideal haunted house. Don't forget to follow us on IG at https://www.instagram.com/icwhs_podcast/ 

Dan, Manny, & Billy put 8 oldies from the 50s & 60s to the ultimate test—THE NOSTALGIA TEST!   “The fact that [“The Twist”] goes on for more than a minute boggles my mind because at weddings usually it's in a mix of oldies. Right? [...] So imagine twisting over the whole length of this song.” -Manny Coelho   This is a fun look back at the oldies from the 50s and 60s that filled the streets of the boys' black parties (also, are block parties only a NY thing?), weddings, family BBQs, and their homes. It's music that was playing daily on 101.1 FM on Long Island. The songs that Dan, Manny, and Billy put rank and put to the test are, Bobby Darin's “Splish Splash,” Little Richard's “Rip It Up,” The Four Tops' “Reach Out I'll Be There,” Aretha Franklin's “Think,” The Supremes' “Baby Love,” The Ronettes' “Be My Baby,” Sinatra's “I've Got You Under My Skin,” and Chubby Checker's “The Twist.” They also talk about some honorable mentions, their favorite cocktails, mob movies and the music that made them so memorable, and more block party talk. This is an episode that opens a whole new part of The Nostalgia Test Podcast because these are songs that were popular way before any of the hosts were born, so can these be nostalgic? Is nostalgia period specific for the individual? This episode answers these questions with a lot of reflections on family and those free concerts in the part that if you were from Long Island your parents dragged you to during the summer. Sometimes there were fireworks, sometimes there were drunken adults dancing the lindy with each other, and most times there was a collection of Igloo coolers being carried with folding chairs and blankets. See, these songs create a time capsule of both the moment they were released and the moments of childhood for kids from the 80s and 90s. So, grab your most comfortable folding chairs, a chill group of friends, set up in the street out front on your block, crack a few domestic beers, and wait to be called in when it's too late. This is a good one. Email us (thenostalgiatest@gmail.com) your thoughts, opinions, & episode idea for The Wheel of Nostalgia! Suggest A Test & Be Our Guest! We're always looking for a fun new topic for The Nostalgia Test. Hit the link above, tell us what you'd like to see tested, and be our guest for that episode!   Approximate Rundown 00:00 Oldies Episode Kickoff 00:16 Sweatin Headband Debate 00:47 Podcast Intro and Setup 01:27 Why 50s 60s Oldies 05:43 Songs List Breakdown 10:38 Ranking Rules Begin 10:43 Number Eight Picks 14:19 Twist Wedding Memories 17:02 Number Seven and Block Parties 23:25 Number Six Sinatra Talk 27:06 Cocktails and Martini Tangent 29:50 Number Five Starts Baby Love 30:10 Baby Love Debate 32:34 Top Four Begins 32:47 Rip It Up Reactions 37:08 Little Richard Lyrics Lore 40:07 Top Three Rankings 42:42 Four Tops at Number Two 48:30 Aretha and Ronettes Number One 52:36 Honorable Mentions 55:36 Mob Movie Music Tangent 58:46 Wrap Up and Block Parties   Book The Nostalgia Test Podcast Bring The Nostalgia Test Podcast's high energy fun and comedy on your podcast, to host your themed parties & special events!  The Nostalgia Test Podcast will create an unforgettable Nostalgic experience for any occasion because we are the party! We bring it 100% of the time! Email us at thenostalgiatest@gmail.com  or fill out the form at this link.   LET'S GET NOSTALGIC!       Keep up with all things The Nostalgia Test Podcast on Instagram | Substack | Discord | TikTok | Bluesky | YouTube | Facebook   The intro and outro music ('Neon Attack 80s') is by Emanmusic. The Lithology Brewing ad music ("Red, White, Black, & Blue") is by PEG and the Rejected

Be glad for the pod has no ending! Now in our 20th year and, this week, ruminating fondly on the following … … the “underhand” selling of Geese … Morrissey's absurd whinge about the Salford Lads Club photo … Jay Leno's $50 ruse to get comedy gigs … when bands “didn't even know what a hotel was” … radio sessions in Andy Kershaw's flat … what's the point of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame? … when has any aspect of the entertainment business EVER been “fair”? … “Four eyes, one vision!” Elvis Costello busking in Park Lane … the great Supremes records after Diana Ross … Focus, 10cc, Devo, Zappa, the Shadows and other musical dead-ends ... Ronnie Wood and … Beverley Knight? …. “Shove off, Phil Collins! And have you got your Barley Sugars?” … and birthday guest Stephen Lambe about why Focus are largely forgotten.Help us to keep the conversation going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Be glad for the pod has no ending! Now in our 20th year and, this week, ruminating fondly on the following … … the “underhand” selling of Geese … Morrissey's absurd whinge about the Salford Lads Club photo … Jay Leno's $50 ruse to get comedy gigs … when bands “didn't even know what a hotel was” … radio sessions in Andy Kershaw's flat … what's the point of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame? … when has any aspect of the entertainment business EVER been “fair”? … “Four eyes, one vision!” Elvis Costello busking in Park Lane … the great Supremes records after Diana Ross … Focus, 10cc, Devo, Zappa, the Shadows and other musical dead-ends ... Ronnie Wood and … Beverley Knight? …. “Shove off, Phil Collins! And have you got your Barley Sugars?” … and birthday guest Stephen Lambe about why Focus are largely forgotten.Help us to keep the conversation going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Be glad for the pod has no ending! Now in our 20th year and, this week, ruminating fondly on the following … … the “underhand” selling of Geese … Morrissey's absurd whinge about the Salford Lads Club photo … Jay Leno's $50 ruse to get comedy gigs … when bands “didn't even know what a hotel was” … radio sessions in Andy Kershaw's flat … what's the point of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame? … when has any aspect of the entertainment business EVER been “fair”? … “Four eyes, one vision!” Elvis Costello busking in Park Lane … the great Supremes records after Diana Ross … Focus, 10cc, Devo, Zappa, the Shadows and other musical dead-ends ... Ronnie Wood and … Beverley Knight? …. “Shove off, Phil Collins! And have you got your Barley Sugars?” … and birthday guest Stephen Lambe about why Focus are largely forgotten.Help us to keep the conversation going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us Fan MailHello little Ghoulies! So today is a special one. The two Supremes are reunited and it is time to take it back to the roots. In today's episode we talk about the friendships we relate to the most in the horror world! Grab your favorite brew and get ready to reunite with Iced Coffee With Heavy Screams!!

The GOP and mad king Trump are succeeding at destroying the US. President Pampers blathered a war crime on “Truth” threatening the destruction of Iran’s civilization. Iran closed the Strait of Hormuz during the doubled-sided ceasefire. Adults in Cali blocked a baseless voter fraud investigation. A MAGAT influencer wanted Lindsey to be thrown from a building in Iran. The Dems scored another win with the Wisconsin’s Supremes. Man-baby and GOP are set to crap their diapers in the midterms. The worst FLOTUS ever brought the Epstein files back. DJT had to hold onto his Nazi wife so he wouldn’t tumble down the stairs. Fascist Vance said he didn’t know anything about the Pentagon threats against the Vatican. Allegedly, there are generals refusing crazy orders from rapist-in-chief.

Linktree: ⁠⁠https://linktr.ee/Analytic⁠⁠Join The Normandy For Ad-Free NME, Additional Bonus Audio And Visual Content For All Things Nme+! Join Here:⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://ow.ly/msoH50WCu0K⁠⁠Analytic Dreamz dives deep into Kanye West's (Ye) highly anticipated 2026 solo album Bully. Born in 1977 in Chicago, Ye began his career as a producer at Roc-A-Fella Records, contributing major work to The Blueprint before launching his own legendary run. His artistic evolution spans soul-sampled classics like 2004's The College Dropout, the Auto-Tune innovation of 2008's 808s & Heartbreak, and the industrial experimentation of 2013's Yeezus. With 24 Grammy Awards, Ye is celebrated for constant reinvention and polarizing creative shifts. Bully arrived on March 28, 2026, via YZY / Gamma as an 18-track project. The sound returns to heavy soul sampling with influences from Sam Cooke and The Supremes. Development included an early V1 version with AI-generated vocals in 2025, multiple delays from an original June 2025 target, and final re-recording with human vocals. The title draws from a comment by Ye's son and references to the Larry Clark film. Release featured listening parties and pre-save campaigns. Critical reception is mixed: production earns praise for its strongest soul chops and stadium hooks in years, yet many reviews describe the album as lifeless with weak lyricism and a lack of fresh artistic reset. Pitchfork scored it 3.4/10, with an Album of the Year critic average around 51/100. Commercially, Bully opened with approximately 117,000 first-week units for a Billboard 200 debut at #2, behind ARIRANG. It marks Ye's first solo album not reaching #1 since 2004 and the lowest opening of his career, though it extends his streak of 14 consecutive Top 2 albums. Streaming dominated with an estimated 50 million Spotify streams on day one, securing the biggest hip-hop streaming debut of 2026 and global #1 album status. Pure sales landed at a career-low ~20,000 units, reflecting the independent model with minimal traditional marketing and heavy reliance on fanbase and DSPs. Physical bundles sold via Yeezy.com. This segment explores the AI vocal controversy, the shift to streaming-first strategy, the production-versus-content divide, and what Bully reveals about Ye's ongoing career trajectory in 2026.  Privacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

The Supremes rule a therapist in Colorado has a First Amended-protected right to offer awful medical advice to a patient. Ben riffs. Jim Coogan goes to school—law school, that is. Offering the seismic legal takeaways for the case in Colorado, the Meta verdict in California and Caleb Williams's effort to trademark the most generic of nicknames. Jim is managing partner of Coogan Gallagher. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Birthright citizenship is in question in front of SCOTUS today, so let's walk through how it got there.

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A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

In the 1960s, girl groups like The Supremes, The Ronettes, and Martha and the Vandellas helped define the sound of rhythm and blues and shape the course of American popular music. The Avenue was home to many legendary girl groups. This week on Echoes of Indiana Avenue, join guest host Debbie Nelson as we celebrate Women's History Month with a tribute to Naptown's own girl groups. Join us for an hour of words and music featuring the Pearls, the Indys, the Stovall Singers, the Chordelles, Joy Upton, Josephine Cheatham, Ethel McCane, and Pam Tanner.

El festival BBK Live anuncia nuevas incorporaciones para celebrar su vigésimo aniversario: Hemlocke Springs -que debutará en directo, en Bilbao-, La Paloma, Calvin Harris, Dellafuente... Del 9 al 11 de julio, en Kobetamendi. Escuchamos a Bleachers con "Dirty Wedding Dress", una canción visceral y sensible, que formará parte del disco que publican en mayo, también a Arlo Parks con su nuevo single, "Get Go" y a Depeche Mode y Wet Leg con sendas aportaciones para el recopilatorio benéfico, de War Child, HELP 2.  HEMLOCKE SPRINGS - Head, Shoulders, Knees and AnklesLA PALOMA - Sale El SolROBBIE WILLIAMS - RocketIDLES. LCD SOUNDSYSTEM - DancerDELLAFUENTE, C TANGANA - GuerreraDORA BAND - BBermeTHE SUPREMES - You Can't Hurry LoveCORIZONAS - Principio y FinalALCALÁ NORTE - El Hombre PlanetaDEPECHE MODE - Universal SoldierWET LET - ObviousARLO PARKS - Get GoBLEACHERS - Dirty Wedding DressVEINTIUNO ft SILOÉ - IrremediableHARRY SYTLES - Ready, Steady, Go!RODRIGO CUEVAS - AsturcónEscuchar audio

Discograffiti is the deep-dive podcast for music obsessives. In this episode, we feature the next entry in The Chuck Granata Pet Sounds Interview Series: it's Chuck's chat with legendary songwriter/singer Jimmy Webb.  This beautiful little interview serves as the perfect palate cleanser before Discograffiti launches into our unprecedented 21-episode Love Series, which kicks off next week. Winning the Grammy Award for Song of the Year at the age of 21, Webb has written multiple platinum-selling songs, including ”Up, Up and Away”, “By The Time I Get to Phoenix”, “MacArthur Park”, “Wichita Lineman”, “Worst That Could Happen”, “Galveston”, and “All I Know”. He had successful collaborations with Glen Campbell, Michael Feinstein, Linda Ronstadt, The 5th Dimension, country supergroup The Highwaymen, The Supremes, Art Garfunkel, Richard Harris, and Carly Simon. He's the only artist ever to receive Grammy Awards for music, lyrics and orchestration. Here's just a few of the many things that Jimmy discusses with Discograffiti in this podcast: What George Martin had told Jimmy about Pet Sounds; The importance of multi-track recording for works like Pet Sounds to even exist; Magic Alex and the freeing possibilities of recording potential during the 1960s, which we now take for granted; Jimmy's favorite song off Pet Sounds; And the fascinating story about Jimmy's prospective project with Frank Sinatra, which unfortunately never got off the ground. The Free Teaser: linktr.ee/discograffiti For the full, ad-free, 39-minute podcast, either subscribe to Discograffiti's Patreon at the Private Tier or higher, or just grab the episode as a one-off at the same link. The Full Podcast: Patreon.com/Discograffiti

A look at the enduring legacy of the songs of Rodgers and Hart, interpreted through the decades by Frank Sinatra, Nina Simone, Tony Bennett, the Supremes, Lady Gaga and more. 

Send a textThis week Jeff is sharing his most beloved soul music and the artists who made them. 

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Send a textJoin Cheryl Lee - That Radio Chick on STILL ROCKIN' IT for news, reviews, music and interviews with some of our favourite Australian musiciansSinatra's swagger meets a mic‑drop freestyle and the result is pure delight. We sit down with Adelaide's own Hugh Sheridan to trace the spark that began on a kitchen‑table “stage” at age five and follow it all the way to a sharpened, joy‑driven career across theater, TV, and a beloved live act: the California Crooners Club. Hugh opens up about growing up in a creative family of seven children, a jazz‑playing dad, and the tough‑love push that turned dance from weakness into strength—proof that triple‑threat isn't a label, it's a work ethic.Then we dig into the California Crooners Club itself: the Rat Pack look, tight harmonies, and bold arrangements that splice classics with modern edge. The signature twist arrives when Gabe steps forward to rap over standards, a move that wakes up nostalgia and makes new fans out of skeptics. With the show returning to the Adelaide Fringe, Hugh teases a fresh setlist full of old‑school gems, a Supremes tribute (sshhhhh), and a few timely surprises, all built to make the room light up. Along the way, we touch the tender stuff—releasing jazz recordings with his late father, crafting a Christmas album rooted in Adelaide, and writing a holiday track that's joyful and honest.Hugh also shares the real calculus behind career choices, from a left‑field run on The Masked Singer to the screen roles that many still cherish, including Pack to the Rafters and the INXS mini‑series. What ties it all together is a simple aim: entertain well, tell the truth in song, and send people home feeling better than they arrived. If you love live music, swing, Motown, clever mashups, or just a good origin story, this one's for you.If you enjoy the show, follow the podcast, share it with a friend, and leave a quick review—what classic would you love to hear remixed at the next California Crooners Club night?What has Hugh Sheridan and The California Crooners Club been up to lately?  Let's find out!Get out when you can, support local music and I'll see you down the front!!Visit: ThatRadioChick.com.au

Send a textOn this Episode Tom and Bert continue  "The Spotlight Series" on entertainment influencers thru the decades!There are Stories to tell and the Guys will cover and discuss the beginnings and the careers of some of the greatest influencers throughout ALL of the entertainment industry.Today's Podcast will cover 3 more Legends of the Music scene from the 1960's that led the way for the "Girl Groups" era. We present ........Mary Wells, The Marvelettes and Martha and The Vandellas!Listen in as we cover and discuss the "History" of this influential Lady and "Girl Groups" and how they all were the early "Stars" of the Motown Sound led by Berry Gordy out of Detroit AKA "The Motor City"  in the early 1960's. Here we go!CHAPTERS:(1:05) Motown "Girls" in The House!(5:45) Here is Mary Wells!(8:10) "My Guy" sets the tone(18:16) Mary's rough personal life(22:46) Here are the Fabulous Marvelettes!(26:24) "Please Mr. Postman", "Don't Mess with Bill" and the Hit Parade continues(34:46) Berry Gordy and his bias toward "The Supremes" while underselling the Marvelettes(41:28) Here is "Martha and The Vandellas"(45:43) "Heatwave", "Dancing in the Streets", "Quicksand" and "Jimmy Mack" are killing it on the Charts!(50:00) The "seedy" Music Labels , Owners, Publishers were still facing lawsuits from the Groups and Bands and then It's a Wrap!!Enjoy the Show!You can email us at reeldealzmoviesandmusic@gmail.com or visit our Facebook page, Reel Dealz Podcast: Movies & Music Thru The Decades to leave comments and/or TEXT us at 843-855-1704 as well.

Today, we're talking about the 2026 Winter Olympics Opening Ceremonies kicking off tonight; the Supremes allowing California's new voting map; the ongoing search for Savannah Guthrie's 84-year-old mom, and other top news for Friday, February 6th. Stay informed while remaining focused on Christ with The Pour Over. Looking to support us? You can choose to pay ⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠ Check out our sponsors! We actually use and enjoy every single one. Cru Wild Alaskan HelloFresh Safe House Project Gloo QAVA CCCU Filament Bible Upside Mosh LMNT Not Just Sunday Podcast Bible Gateway Plus TPO Corrections Page

“She was a beautiful person, loving and warm...She was down-to-earth, she loved to laugh, and everyone loved her.” - Marvin Gaye, on fellow Motown star and original Supreme Florence BallardThis week, the Dolls Pod presents the true story behind the Tony-winning musical “Dreamgirls,” and the very real woman that was its muse. Both Jennifer Holliday and Jennifer Hudson won Academy awards for their portrayals of Effie White, based on the fiery founder of the Supremes. Florence Ballard sang on 16 of their top 40 hits, and 9 of their number ones. But she did not have the happy ending Effie gets in “Dreamgirls.” She's often called “the Lost Supreme,” as she was virtually erased from the group's history. But as this episode will show you, Flo Ballard was anything but “just a backup singer.” She was brave in the face of hardship and a true trailblazer; the soul of Motown's first girl group. “Florence Ballard: The Real Effie White” is available wherever you stream your podcasts

Así sonaba febrero de 1966. Entrega mensual de la serie dedicada a recordar singles que alcanzaron su puesto más alto en listas de pop de EEUU hace 60 años.Playlist;(sintonía) HERB ALPERT and THE TIJUANA BRASS “Tijuana taxi” (top 38)JOHNNY LYTLE “The loop” (top 80)THE T-BONES “No matter what shape (Your stomach's in)” (top 3)NANCY SINATRA “These boots are made for walkin’” (top 1)THE SUPREMES “My world is empty without you” (top 5)STEVIE WONDER “Uptight (Everything's alright)” (top 3)THE MIRACLES “Goin to a Go Go” (top 11)MARY WELLS “(Can’t you see) You’re losing me” (top 94)THE KINKS “A well respected man” (top 13)THE WHO “My generation” (top 74)THE YOUNG RASCALS “I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore” (top 52)THE STRANGELOVES “Night time” (top 30)SAM THE SHAM and THE PHARAOHS “Red hot” (top 82)FRANKIE VALLI “(You’re gonna) Hurt yourself” (top 39)JOHNNY and THE EXPRESSIONS “Something I want to tell you” (top 79)BUCK OWENS “Waitin’ in your Welfare Line” (top 57)RAY CHARLES “Cryin’ time” (top 6)LITTLE MILTON “We got the winning hand” (top 100)BERT KAEMPFERT and HIS ORCHESTRA “Bye bye blues” (top 54)Escuchar audio

In this episode, we talk to Fred Patterson, aka Phast Phreddie, about his work at the ARChive of Contemporary Music, plus his own magazine Back Door Man and his band Thee Precisions. Beginning with his early musical life teaching classes with Don Waller at UCLA's Experimental College, we hear about how he named Back Door Man after a Howlin Wolf song and wanted to cover "hard core rock n roll". Phreddie remembers how different it was working with R. Meltzer compared to Lester Bangs, who both contributed to the mag. Next, we hear about where Thee Precisions got their name and how they were intended as a garage rhythm 'n' blues combo that might fit into south central L.A.'s rockabilly scene without doing rockabilly.  After telling us about moving across the country to help set up a record shop in Albany, Phreddie then takes us back to the ARChive of Contemporary Music's original mission statement to collect two of every record and explains how they operate. Three clips from a 1977 Mary Wilson audio interview prompt Barney to wonder whether the Supremes are the greatest girl group of all time. To wrap things up, we pay tribute to Sly Dunbar of Sly & Robbie before Mark and Jasper talk us out with highlights from pieces including interviews with Isaac Hayes and De La Soul.   Many thanks to special guest Phast Phreddie Patterson. Find out more about the ARC at arcmusic.org. Pieces discussed: Articles, interviews and reviews from Phast Phreddie Patterson, The L.A. Rock Explosion, Gun Club: You Can't Go Home Again, Phast Phreddie Finds His Calling, Building the ARC, Not Fade Away: The ARChive of Contemporary Music, Collecting Gone Mad: The ARChive of Contemporary Music, Mary Wilson audio, Sly & Robbie: The Reggae Heartbeat – Freedom Into Form, Sly and Robbie: Laying Reggae's Bottom Line, Alan Price, Cat Stevens, Isaac Hayes, Ronnie & Clyde and De La Soul.

Imagine this: I'm sitting in my Washington D.C. studio, coffee in hand, watching the Supreme Court building gleam under a crisp winter sun, and I can't shake the feeling that the highest court in the land is about to drop some seismic rulings on President Donald Trump. Over the past few days, the buzz has been electric, especially with SCOTUSblog reporting on January 28 that the justices are set to huddle in their private conference on February 20 to decide whether to dive into that infamous five-million-dollar verdict from Trump's clash with E. Jean Carroll.Let me take you back. Carroll, the veteran journalist who penned Elle magazine's advice column for 27 years, sued Trump in 2022 under a special New York state law that reopened the window for adult sexual abuse victims to file claims. She accused him of assaulting her in a Bergdorf Goodman dressing room in Manhattan back in 1996, and then defaming her in a 2022 Truth Social post where he branded her story a hoax and a con job. A federal jury in May 2023 sided with her, hitting Trump with liability for sexual abuse and defamation, awarding her that five-million-dollar payout. Trump appealed to the Second Circuit Court of Appeals, which upheld it in December 2024 and shot down his rehearing bid in June 2025. Now, his team from the James Otis Law Group—led by his solicitor general D. John Sauer—is begging the Supreme Court to step in, calling the suit facially implausible and politically timed to hurt him after he became the 45th president. They want out key evidence: testimonies from Jessica Leeds, who claims Trump groped her on a plane in 1979, and Natasha Stoynoff, alleging assault at his Mar-a-Lago home in 2005, plus that infamous Access Hollywood tape where Trump boasted about grabbing women. Carroll's lawyer, Roberta Kaplan, fires back that even without those, her case stands strong, so the Supremes should pass.But that's just one front. The court's January argument calendar, released late last year, packs a punch with Trump cases testing his executive muscle. On January 21, they heard Trump v. Cook, where President Trump tried firing Federal Reserve Governor Lisa Cook over mortgage fraud allegations from before her tenure. U.S. District Judge Jia Cobb in D.C. blocked it with a preliminary injunction in September 2025, citing the Federal Reserve Act's for-cause protection. The D.C. Circuit and Supreme Court denied emergency bids to oust her fast, but now it's full showdown—Cook's rep, ex-Solicitor General Paul Clement, versus Sauer. Wikipedia details how this sparked a historic brawl over Fed independence, with Cook's team calling it a political smear.Then there's the shadow docket drama from 2025, as News4JAX outlined this week: Trump's admin won over 80 percent of emergency pleas, greenlighting moves like slashing foreign aid, axing agency heads, and tying immigration probes to looks or language. But they drew the line at deploying National Guard to Chicago. Chief Justice John Roberts' year-end report subtly defended judicial independence, dubbing courts a counter-majoritarian check amid Trump's judge-bashing.Looking ahead, per News4JAX and KIMA Action News clips from early January, 2026 looms huge: birthright citizenship challenges under the 14th Amendment, sweeping tariffs from Trump's 2025 executive orders—argued November 5, decision pending—and more Fed firing fights. Illinois alone filed 51 suits against his policies by January, per WTTW. Lawfare's tracker logs the national security lawsuits piling up. With Trump's approval dipping to 42 percent, experts whisper the conservative court might now clip his wings, echoing rebukes to Truman, Nixon, and others late in term.These battles aren't just legal—they're reshaping power between White House, Congress, and the robes. As SCOTUSblog notes, decisions could land soon after February 20 conferences, maybe by March.Thanks for tuning in, listeners. Come back next week for more, and this has been a Quiet Please production—for more, check out Quiet Please Dot A I.Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3QsFor more check out http://www.quietplease.aiThis content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI

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Interesting fact: While all federal officials take an oath that they will support the US Constitution, Supreme Court justices must also take a second (and very profound) oath of office.As New York Times judicial columnist Adam Liptak reports, each of the nine “supremes” must swear that they will “do equal right to the poor and the rich.” Yes, class fairness is not only a core element of justice, but it's supposed out to be a formal measure of Supreme Court behavior.Every justice is aware of this consequential, ethical requirement, since each one took the oath. How damning, then, that the Court's right-wing ideologues feel no twinge of conscience about flagrantly and frequently violating their own word of honor! Call the roll: Roberts, Thomas, Alito, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Barrett. In case after case that pits corporate power against workers, consumers, small business, voters, communities, our environment, farm families—i.e., you and me—this plutocratic cabal rules for the rich.This month, an independent study of decisions by the Roberts Court revealed that two-thirds of its rulings favor wealthy powers over middle-income and poor people. Thus, our so-called “court of justice” is a primary pusher of inequality, especially through its farfetched decree that unlimited corporate political cash is “free speech,” and that corporations are “people.”Chief Justice Roberts smugly proclaims that the Constitution tells him whether the corporate giant or “the little guy” should win. “That's the oath” I took, he sniffs.This is Jim Hightower saying… Bovine excrement! It's obvious that plutocratic ideologues like him are using the Constitution like a ventriloquist dummy. And—hello, your honorableness—what about that other oath you took about equal fairness for the poor?Do something!There are groups that are working on holding the mighty Supremes accountable—what a world that will be! Check out:* The Alliance for Justice* Common Cause* Brennan Center for JusticeJim Hightower's Lowdown is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jimhightower.substack.com/subscribe

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Is Gov. Tim Walz facing impeachment? 12,000 dead in Iran? Pacers win 3 in a row! The Supremes likely to rule in favoring banning boys in girls sports. Marion County sheriff says jail will no longer hold ICE detainees longer than 48 hours. Today’s Popcorn Moment: Bernie Sanders: I am very worried that ICE is becoming a domestic army for Donald TrumpBernie Sanders: I am very worried that ICE is becoming a domestic army for Donald Trump. Today on the Marketplace: Indiana Pullover - 3X. Host on Massachusetts College radio station makes threats against the Vice President. Dry January, Texans LB Genocide Message on face. Machado to meet with Trump, Trump Admin wants to cap credit card interest rates. Jerome Powell investigation is a bad look. TV Theme song: Dr Quinn Medicine Woman. Dems now admit antifa is realSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Actor BD Wong rose to fame with the Tony Award-winning performance of Song Liling in the 1988 Broadway musical “M. Butterfly.” He went on to pick up more roles on stage and on screen, including a 14-year run portraying Dr. George Huang in the TV series “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.” Through all his successes and achievements, he's faced personal obstacles, as well as having to face the challenge of being a gay Asian actor in an industry where most of his peers didn't have his same background. In this episode of “Life In Seven Songs,” Wong details his journey as a boy growing up in the Sunset District nurturing his love of musical theater, to New York City as a young man where he lived in an apartment that was owned by the mafia. He talks about how the tragic loss of his baby made him a more confident public speaker, and how now, as an industry veteran, he's championing Asian representation in the entertainment industry. Here's his playlist: The Supremes, “Stop In The Name of Love” Charlie Rich, “Behind Closed Doors” Pacific Overtures OBC/Stephen Sondheim, “There Is No Other Way” Al Jarreau, “Boogie Down” Elton John, “The Greatest Discovery” Beyonce, “Love On Top” Dr. John, “Accentuate the Positive”

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