Podcasts about winehouse

When I first developed an interest in rough-around-the-edges cumbia music, a friend (thanks Matt!) introduced me to the music of Dick El Demasiado, purveyor of “cumbias lunaticas.” Over the years I've managed to glean a bit more about him, then I recently saw a documentary about him called Dick Verdult: It Is True, But Not Here. I learned Dick El Demasiado the musician is a mere sliver of what Dick Verdult the artist has to offer. His culture-jamming tendencies are a reflection of his culturally scattered upbringing- born in the Netherlands, raised all over Europe and South America, and currently living in the Spanish town of Calanda. When Arrington de Dionyso and I spoke to him last November, he was at home in Spain. Dick discusses the music that spoke to him in his youth, moving 20 times in his first 20 years, writing ugly poetry, creating music alone vs with a group, having an audience in a notorious street gang, that signature skeleton costume, and his definition of cultural distortion. Gratitude to Jack Habegger for all the the portraits you've seen this season! Such strong work. Want to hear the show more often? Be a part of the movement! Whenever I have enough money to cover a full work day sourced from supporters like you [at Patreon.com/lowprofile ] I will work on a new episode. I am currently taping season 10 for release in 2025, but in the meantime I have some fun stuff on the table- unpublished interviews with Gastr Del Sol, Elf Power, Dollar Country host Franklin Fantini and DJ Screw biographer Lance Scott Walker, plus live episodes from Scherler Sundays 2024 with interviews and performances from Chris Cohen, Mirah, Michael Hurley, Danbert Nobacon of Chumbawamba, Little Wings, Jonny Kosmo, Lori Goldston and Oh, Rose. If your want to listen to more oral history from some pretty radical musicians, scope olympiamusichistory.org and dig around. I'm the audio editor and there are over 30 hours of interviews currently available on the website. We're in the middle of recording new interviews, so expect another 10 or so interviews early this summer! Scherler Sundays is returning to downtown Olympia, WA every Sunday in July and August at 3pm. See a curated afternoon of bands and solo artists, plus live interview tapings for Low Profile. Catch artists you've heard on this show- Swamp Dogg, Stephen Steinbrink, Soul-Junk, and LAKE- plus other incredible acts like Pearl and The Oysters, Wut, Afrocop, Winehouse, Sunbathe, plus an extended throwback showcase curated by the Olympia Music History Project, and the return of Michael Hurley! Get your tickets NOWHERE. All you have to do is show up. See you there! For more information, visit freemusicolympia.org

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Continuing in our music documentaries season, Talk'n Docs is back with the acclaimed film Amy from 2015. Jennifer Smith, Logan Crosland and Cowboy Roger review this heartbreaking and in-depth look at the rise and fall of one of the most unique voices in all of music. The story is largely told through video clips of Amy and her friends from a young age, singing in small jazz clubs. moving in together and Amy's eventual record deal. Amy shows Winehouse in her glory and follows her to her tragic end, with candid voiceovers from her friends, family and collaborators. Available on Amazon Prime, this remarkable film takes you back to black.

Wish We Never Met each other? The answer is YES, but still listen to this WWNM episode anyway.Starting things off with a cheers, Amy and Dan try the new(ish) Inversion Nitro Cocktails to surprising results, before chatting about Mailroom Vodka's unique approach to marketing and bottle design.With the recent streaming release of the Amy Winehouse film Back to Black, the co-hosts chat a bit about the one-of-a-kind singer's rise to fame and sad demise. The conversation reminds Amy about chance encounters with celebrities like Winehouse when she lived in LA.Jason Segel and Russell Brand jaywalking, she claims? Can you believe it?!Have you ever thought about how cranberries are grown? Hopefully Dan was the only person that thought they grew under water. Seriously…Don't fret, he somewhat redeems himself with a fun chat about the upcoming Prime Video series 'The Sticky', followed by a few charcuterie and holiday party food tips too.THANK YOU for listening to this episode of Wish We Never Met! New episodes are released every Thursday—barring any technical delays.Give this new podcast some love by clicking "follow" on Spotify or Apple, and consider leaving a five-star review too!FOLLOW the podcast on social media - @wishwenevermetpodcastDo YOU have someone you wish you never met? Something you wish you never said? A place you wish you never went?Email us at wishwenevermetpodcast@gmail.com. We'd love to hear from you!

In this must-listen episode of Vinyl Resting Place, we're joined by Freya, a London-based singer-songwriter for an in-depth exploration of Amy Winehouse's iconic debut album, Frank. Discover how Winehouse's raw, jazz-infused tracks influenced our guest's music career, creative process, and passion for soulful songwriting. Hear personal stories about the impact of Winehouse's lyrics and the emotional depth behind Frank that resonates with musicians and fans alike. Tune in for a heartfelt conversation that celebrates Amy Winehouse's legacy and the lasting influence of Frank on today's music scene. Perfect for fans of Amy Winehouse, soul music, and emerging UK talent!If you want to see more of Vinyl Resting Place you can find all of our previous episodes here: https://vinylrestingplace.buzzsprout.com/Check out our TikTok and Insta too why don't ya:@vinylrestingplacepodHost:Dapo Agiri - @dapo_ag GuestFreya - @freyathebutterfly#vinylrestingplace #amywinehouse #frankalbum #londonmusicscene #singersongwriter #soulmusic #musicpodcast #amywinehousefans #ukmusic #emergingartists #jazzinfluence #creativeprocess

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Gefascineerd door de oude beelden en een orkest van verschillende stemmen neemt Ruben Nicolai de heren mee door hun, naar eigen zeggen, nieuwe favoriete documentaire. De Amsterdamse Yab Yum wordt uitvoerig behandeld waar menig bekende Nederlander graag zijn of haar bezoekje deed. Ruben raakte geïnspireerd door zijn dochter die de sapcentrifuge in huizen Van de Meer onder het stof vandaan heeft gehaald en deelt zijn zelf ontdekte culinaire, en bovenal milieuvriendelijke, recept. Tijl vertelt over de documentaire over Amy Winehouse die hij met dochterlief keek. Waar zij genoot van het ‘mooi'-ogende verhaal, beraadde Tijl bij zichzelf het wezenlijke verschil tussen fictie en non-fictie in dergelijke verfilmde verhalen. Zodoende krijgt dat een staartje in de backstage van volgende week.

Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.The streets had been quiet as we’d passed, oddly subdued. The few people we saw had quickly ducked out of our way, though we were in our tunicae and sandals.Kostas’ place, I was happy to see, was lively. Drunken soldiers weren’t spilling out of the place, but there was enough of a crowd that we had to push our way past a few people. I led Helena to the back, where crusty old Kostas scowled from behind his bar.“Kostas,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I promised this Rhodian lady some pitaroudia. Are you going to disappoint her?”“Rhodian?” He said, suddenly a lot less grouchy looking.“From Lindos,” Helena said.We chatted for a bit, swapping the latest bit of island news that we had while Kostas poured us a couple of flagons of dark wine. The food would be ready in a few minutes, he told us.“She’s paying,” I said, when I spotted Kostas’ young son.The kid was coming back with an empty drink tray. I hooked him by the arm, leading him away. I put a silver coin in his hand, promising him another if he’d fetch something for me.Helena looked at me curiously, but I kept my mouth shut against her silent question.“Centenarius!” I heard a voice call. “Leontius!”I turned, already feeling a grin stretching my features. At a nearby table, five men were waving towards me. They wore happy smiles, their cheeks rosy with wine.“Sergius! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing here?”Sergius, a crusty old stratiotai with more scars on him than most had years, made a show of cupping one ear.“Can’t hear you so good, sir! Come here and whisper it to me.”The men at his table laughed. I did too, shaking my head.“Friends of yours?” Helena asked.“Men from my old cohort,” I said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”Helena’s body tightened. I saw that same expression flash across her features. Resignation? Consternation? I wasn’t sure. Even here, away from the dark street, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen. It was gone too fast.“Sure,” she said, stepping forward and forcing me to move after her.The men rose to meet me, and I greeted each with a rough embrace and a few rougher words. Sergius, Gratian, Suda, Maurice and Niketas; as good a squad of stratiotai that had ever served in Justinian’s legions.“Boys, this is Helena,” I said as we sat in the chairs pulled over for us. “My shield mate. She guards the Empress with me.”Sergius blinked. Maurice choked on his wine while Suda and Niketas glanced at each other in disbelief. Helena, however, seemed to loosen. Her gaze flicked to me, and I saw the faint crinkle of something disappear from the corners of her eyes.Gratian, horse’s ass that he was, guffawed.“Come on, Centenarius,” he said. He was seated on Helena’s other side, and took the opportunity to drape one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t expect us to believe that sweet little thing fights beside you?”Whatever else I could say about Gratian, and there was a lot, I couldn’t fault his eye.Helena was in her tunica, cut in the same simple, utilitarian shape as my own. It was loose, ending just above her knees and doing nothing to accentuate the feminine curves of her body. However, unlike the wrinkled, slightly stained pale gray of my tunica, hers had been dyed a deep green.It was near to the cypress of her eyes. It made them appear brighter, and more vivid than I’d ever seen them. The green brought out the copper of her hair, deepening it and adding layers to those tumbling waves.She was beautiful; the field of grass after rain.“You think I’m sweet?” Helena said, lips curling into a small smile.“Sweet enough to eat,” he said. His eyes roved up and down her body. “How much?”Helena stayed relaxed. That small smile never left her lips.“I’m good, too.” Gratian insisted. “You’ll see. My phallus’s so good that you should be the one paying me!”He snickered through his leering grin. I shook my head when Sergius opened his mouth to interfere. Although I needn’t have. Because, an instant later, Helena’s fist crunched into Gratian’s throat.He gagged, falling backwards, his chair crashing to the ground. The tavern fell silent, all eyes on Helena as she slowly stood. Helena’s eyes swept the room. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then two. Her lip suddenly quirked.“Nobody touches before they pay.”The room exploded with laughter, covering the sound of Gratian’s moaning. Helena sat back down, while I moved to help the man pick himself off the floor.“I’ll kill her,” he choked. “I’ll fucking kill that bitch.”“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “She’d gut you like a fish. And I’d cut off whatever bits my shield mate left of you.”I pulled him up, and made a show of checking him over. I hissed into his ear. “You stupid bastard. Helena’s the Empress’ personal guard. Do you want your head to the decorate palace walls?”Gratian’s face blanched. He started to stammer something but I pushed him away. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Go get us some more wine.”“Whatever Kostas hasn’t pissed in for me,” Helena called.Sergius grin was wide. “Good punch, that. It's the only way to get him to shut his hole.”“Aye,” Niketas said, draining his cup. He burped. “Finally, some fucking peace.”“Centenarius,” Maurice said, leaning forward. “No offense to your lady, but a shield mate? Are you sure about this?”“This lady,” Helena said. “Can speak for herself. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you mean.”Maurice complied. “You’re a woman. You’re real pretty, I’ll give you that, but you don’t know what this means.”“I don’t need a phallus to piss standing up. Why would I need one to hold up a shield?”Maurice smirked. “Cute. But it's more than that, it's,”"Wait, you can piss standing up?” Gratian interrupted, returning with two clay pitchers of wine. “Seriously?”The others groaned.“That wasn’t the point, Grat,” Suda said. “Although, now I am a bit curious,”"It's easy,” Helena said, throwing him a wink. “And I guarantee that I can piss better than Grat fucks.”Laughter rolled around the table. Even Gratian snickered, though heat crawled up his face. He started pouring the wine, filling Helena’s cup and then mine.“So, what the hell are you talking about, then?”“If she can really be Leo’s shield mate,” Maurice said. “If she can fight.”“She knows what it means, Maur,” I said. “She’s good, too. Fast. And she’s got some sense, unlike you thick-headed bastards.”“Good enough for me,” Sergius said. “What do you say boys, we gonna keep her around?”“Let's drink!” Niketas said, grabbing his cup.Sergius banged the table, hoisting his own cup into the air. “To Helena!”“Helena!” We roared, slamming our empty cups down a few moments later.Helena joined in, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed a happy red. Our pitaroudia arrived, and we fell to bickering over the platter of fried balls. They were delicious; tomato, onion and bits of a leafy herb mixed into a patty of ground chickpea.These were rough men that lived rough lives. They were soldiers; killers that earned their coin in the grinding crush of the shield wall. They respected a foul mouth, a hard fist and loyalty to one’s brothers.They were stratiotai.And when Helena clacked her cup with a still sheepish looking Gratian; I saw them start to think of her as one too.“Leo never told me that he was a Centenarius,” Helena eventually said.I snorted. “That’s because I’m not. These idiots just call me that.”“The crest on the helmet don’t make the Centenarius,” Suda drawled. “Ain’t that right, Serg?”“You’re damned right about that, lad,” the older man replied. “Some wise words there.”I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys snickering into their cups. Sergius liked to share whatever kernels of wisdom popped into his head. We’d all heard this particular one a hundred times already.“We call him that because of Callinicum,” Sergius continued, answering Helena’s question.“Ah,” she said. “You were all there?”Sergius nodded, “and my bones would be decorating some Persian’s trophy shelf if it wasn’t for the Centenarius here. All of ours would.”The mood sobered, each of us remembering. I looked down to my hands; seeing the flecks of old, old blood beneath my fingernails. The ones I could never seem to clean.“Was it bad?” Helena asked.“Aye,” Sergius answered. “The old Centenarius was a right stupid prick. He got himself killed in the first charge of the Sassanid horsemen. Leontius here took over after that. Things were real shaky for a bit, but he kept us from scattering and being cut to pieces. And when the general decided he’d had enough of watching us die, Leo got us retreating.”Nobody spoke for a while, memories holding us. Some of us put wine to our lips. I just stared out at nothing with unfocused eyes. The mood remained dark until Gratian, bless his fool soul, blurted out;“Fuck, but Centenarius Demetrius was a prick.”That brought out a few chuckles. Niketas let out another burp, and Maurice swatted the back of his head. Most of us felt lighter after that. It didn’t do any good to dwell on the past. The things we’d done, the friends we’d lost, It wasn’t good to remember. Stratiotai had to live for the moment.Maybe that was why I’d always been such a terrible soldier.Midnight guard duty.It was approaching midnight when Sergius hauled himself to his feet. He blinked bleary eyes, motioning to the others.“Right boys, we’ve got patrol in the morning. Let’s get moving.”The men swallowed their last mouthfuls of wine, said their goodbyes and stumbled away with various levels of coordination.Sergius watched them go with a shake of his head. He riffled through a pouch at his side for a moment before turning back to me.“I’ve got something for you here, Centenarius. It got to the barracks a week or so ago.”He held a folded envelope out towards me. It had my name on it, written out in my mother’s blocky hand. I snatched it from him, quickly stuffing it away and out of sight. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to ruin this night.“It was good to see you, Leo,” Sergius said. He pulled me to my feet, and pounded my back in a rough embrace. “Don’t forget about us rankers while you’re dining with nobles.”“Take care of yourself, Serg,” I said, returning his embrace. “And, thank you.”“We’re on garrison duty,” the old soldier grinned. “What’s going to happen in the capital?”Sergius surprised Helena by pulling her into a hug next. “Keep your shield tight to his. Our Centenarius always seems to be around when shit is the deepest.”“I’ll keep him the sword from his back,” Helena said. “Though, it might loosen him up a bit.”The older man laughed. “It was good to meet you, lass. And remember, you’ve got a brother in old Sergius.” With a last little wave, he ambled out and into the deepening night.“You were right,” Helena said, settling back. She popped the last of the pitaroudia in her mouth. “This is a great place.”“Even with Grat here?” I asked with a smile.“Even still,” she said, her lips curling upward. She put her elbow on the table, leaning her heads against her palm. “I’m happy that you introduced me to your friends. I didn’t think it would be this, nice.”“It was,” I said. I shifted in my seat, wanting to move my chair closer to her. But the movement jostled the letter in my pocket. Suddenly, my mother’s words weighed more than a boulder. I shifted again, an awkward jerk of my body that accomplished nothing.Helena’s smile softened. She took pity on me, scooting over until her leg pressed against mine. I let out a breath, leaning back in my chair. We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth, and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons.“This was always my favorite part,” I said, after a while. I opened my eyes to find Helena watching me, waiting for me to continue.“A place like this,” I said. “With the others; once the campaigns done. It’s,”I trailed off, trying to order my thoughts. How could I explain this to someone who’d never been to war? How did I tell her of the constant tension; of the anxious expectation that came with knowing that somewhere, beyond the light of your campfire, someone wanted you dead.Kill or be killed; there was none of that here. I could drink with my friends, without wondering which of them I would lose. Or what I would have to do.It was just; "different,” I finished.Helena didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile or tease. She just watched me with eyes that took in so much of me. I caught a glimpse of it; the edge that wondrous vastness behind her cypress gaze. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder and letting out a long breath.“Different,” she said. “I like that.”My eyes suddenly prickled. I blinked furiously, trying to clear the wetness seeping into them. I turned, leaning my chin against her hair; breathing in the scent of her. I shifted my arm to pull her closer, my mother’s letter forgotten.“Leo,” she said. “What would you do if you weren’t a soldier?”“I, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve always been a soldier.”“But could you do it for ten more years?”“What else would I do? My father was stratiotai, and his father and his father. I don’t know anything else.”Helena shifted against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.“What was your plan once you retired?”I bobbed my shoulders in a small shrug, careful not to disturb her. “Go back to Rhodos. My mother is a seamstress. I’d help her run the shop.”“And marry a ‘good’ woman?” She said, her tone edged with mocking.I didn’t answer, though I tightened my grip on Helena. For a heartbeat, her body was stiff. Then, she let out another long breath, relaxing against me.“What about something like this?” She asked, gesturing around us. “A tavern.”“Running a Winehouse?”She pushed off of me, suddenly more animated. “Why not? You could open a soldier’s tavern on Rhodos; make a place for old stratiotai.”“A peaceful place,” I murmured.“Exactly!” She grinned. “It's a good idea, right?”“I’d have to learn how to make pitaroudia,” I said, feeling a smile tug at my lips.“I’m sure Kostas will give you his recipe.”I laughed. “I’m a solider, Helena, not a cook. I think I even burned water once.”“You are a soldier,” she said. Her eyes held mine. “But you can be something else.”I looked away, swallowing.“You’ll think about it?”“Sure,” I forced some lightness into my tone. “But only if you promise that you’d go out and catch fish for me every day.”Helena stiffened, her face suddenly bright red. Not the reaction I’d been expecting. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching. “You don’t think I’d be better as the cook? Or serving drinks?”“No,” I said, not having to force my smile. “You belong on the sea, right?”Her eyes were so wide. I felt my heart start to beat faster. That vastness, it was there, rising to the edge of her; on the verge of breaking through.“Leo,” she murmured. “I,”She was interrupted by the thump of a pouch onto our table. I looked over to find Kostas’ son standing by our table. The kid looked exhausted, but triumphant."You found what I asked for, then?” I said.He nodded, holding out a grubby hand.“Good man,” I grinned, flipping him a silver coin. He disappeared without another word. I quickly disengaged myself from Helena to put the lumpy, medium sized pouch away.“It's a surprise,” I told her. “For later.”She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press me. She downed her last mouthful of wine, letting out a happy sigh. “We have to come back here.”I nodded, bringing my own wine to my lips.“It's nice to see that you can relax without my cunny in your mouth.”I choked, spraying out a mouthful of wine. Helena laughed, that deep, joy-filled sound. She pounded my back as I coughed myself hoarse. My face blazed, and I felt the eyes of everyone turn towards me.“Leo,” she said. “You’re defenseless.”I coughed, glaring at her through watery eyes.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get back to the palace.”We walked out into the night, breathing in the city’s quiet. Although, it did not last long. We were but a handful of blocks from the Winehouse, when, out of the dark, we saw the fire.And heard the baying of the mob.A past shared with the Empress.The baying of the mob. The glow of fire.After a few moments of debate, Helena and I decided to move towards it. There were no screams of pain, no real sounds of violence coming from the streets ahead. We would see what there was, we decided, before returning to the Empress.We came into a square; one with a small, torch-lit church planted solidly at the northern end. A few squads of armored stratiotai, perhaps forty men, stood before the single door. They were imperial legionaries, though I did not recognize any of the grim-faced men. They all looked outward, swords drawn.Surrounding them, was the mob.The seething body of humanity was all around them. They totally filled the square; men, women, children. The old and the

Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.The streets had been quiet as we’d passed, oddly subdued. The few people we saw had quickly ducked out of our way, though we were in our tunicae and sandals.Kostas’ place, I was happy to see, was lively. Drunken soldiers weren’t spilling out of the place, but there was enough of a crowd that we had to push our way past a few people. I led Helena to the back, where crusty old Kostas scowled from behind his bar.“Kostas,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I promised this Rhodian lady some pitaroudia. Are you going to disappoint her?”“Rhodian?” He said, suddenly a lot less grouchy looking.“From Lindos,” Helena said.We chatted for a bit, swapping the latest bit of island news that we had while Kostas poured us a couple of flagons of dark wine. The food would be ready in a few minutes, he told us.“She’s paying,” I said, when I spotted Kostas’ young son.The kid was coming back with an empty drink tray. I hooked him by the arm, leading him away. I put a silver coin in his hand, promising him another if he’d fetch something for me.Helena looked at me curiously, but I kept my mouth shut against her silent question.“Centenarius!” I heard a voice call. “Leontius!”I turned, already feeling a grin stretching my features. At a nearby table, five men were waving towards me. They wore happy smiles, their cheeks rosy with wine.“Sergius! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing here?”Sergius, a crusty old stratiotai with more scars on him than most had years, made a show of cupping one ear.“Can’t hear you so good, sir! Come here and whisper it to me.”The men at his table laughed. I did too, shaking my head.“Friends of yours?” Helena asked.“Men from my old cohort,” I said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”Helena’s body tightened. I saw that same expression flash across her features. Resignation? Consternation? I wasn’t sure. Even here, away from the dark street, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen. It was gone too fast.“Sure,” she said, stepping forward and forcing me to move after her.The men rose to meet me, and I greeted each with a rough embrace and a few rougher words. Sergius, Gratian, Suda, Maurice and Niketas; as good a squad of stratiotai that had ever served in Justinian’s legions.“Boys, this is Helena,” I said as we sat in the chairs pulled over for us. “My shield mate. She guards the Empress with me.”Sergius blinked. Maurice choked on his wine while Suda and Niketas glanced at each other in disbelief. Helena, however, seemed to loosen. Her gaze flicked to me, and I saw the faint crinkle of something disappear from the corners of her eyes.Gratian, horse’s ass that he was, guffawed.“Come on, Centenarius,” he said. He was seated on Helena’s other side, and took the opportunity to drape one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t expect us to believe that sweet little thing fights beside you?”Whatever else I could say about Gratian, and there was a lot, I couldn’t fault his eye.Helena was in her tunica, cut in the same simple, utilitarian shape as my own. It was loose, ending just above her knees and doing nothing to accentuate the feminine curves of her body. However, unlike the wrinkled, slightly stained pale gray of my tunica, hers had been dyed a deep green.It was near to the cypress of her eyes. It made them appear brighter, and more vivid than I’d ever seen them. The green brought out the copper of her hair, deepening it and adding layers to those tumbling waves.She was beautiful; the field of grass after rain.“You think I’m sweet?” Helena said, lips curling into a small smile.“Sweet enough to eat,” he said. His eyes roved up and down her body. “How much?”Helena stayed relaxed. That small smile never left her lips.“I’m good, too.” Gratian insisted. “You’ll see. My phallus’s so good that you should be the one paying me!”He snickered through his leering grin. I shook my head when Sergius opened his mouth to interfere. Although I needn’t have. Because, an instant later, Helena’s fist crunched into Gratian’s throat.He gagged, falling backwards, his chair crashing to the ground. The tavern fell silent, all eyes on Helena as she slowly stood. Helena’s eyes swept the room. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then two. Her lip suddenly quirked.“Nobody touches before they pay.”The room exploded with laughter, covering the sound of Gratian’s moaning. Helena sat back down, while I moved to help the man pick himself off the floor.“I’ll kill her,” he choked. “I’ll fucking kill that bitch.”“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “She’d gut you like a fish. And I’d cut off whatever bits my shield mate left of you.”I pulled him up, and made a show of checking him over. I hissed into his ear. “You stupid bastard. Helena’s the Empress’ personal guard. Do you want your head to the decorate palace walls?”Gratian’s face blanched. He started to stammer something but I pushed him away. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Go get us some more wine.”“Whatever Kostas hasn’t pissed in for me,” Helena called.Sergius grin was wide. “Good punch, that. It's the only way to get him to shut his hole.”“Aye,” Niketas said, draining his cup. He burped. “Finally, some fucking peace.”“Centenarius,” Maurice said, leaning forward. “No offense to your lady, but a shield mate? Are you sure about this?”“This lady,” Helena said. “Can speak for herself. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you mean.”Maurice complied. “You’re a woman. You’re real pretty, I’ll give you that, but you don’t know what this means.”“I don’t need a phallus to piss standing up. Why would I need one to hold up a shield?”Maurice smirked. “Cute. But it's more than that, it's,”"Wait, you can piss standing up?” Gratian interrupted, returning with two clay pitchers of wine. “Seriously?”The others groaned.“That wasn’t the point, Grat,” Suda said. “Although, now I am a bit curious,”"It's easy,” Helena said, throwing him a wink. “And I guarantee that I can piss better than Grat fucks.”Laughter rolled around the table. Even Gratian snickered, though heat crawled up his face. He started pouring the wine, filling Helena’s cup and then mine.“So, what the hell are you talking about, then?”“If she can really be Leo’s shield mate,” Maurice said. “If she can fight.”“She knows what it means, Maur,” I said. “She’s good, too. Fast. And she’s got some sense, unlike you thick-headed bastards.”“Good enough for me,” Sergius said. “What do you say boys, we gonna keep her around?”“Let's drink!” Niketas said, grabbing his cup.Sergius banged the table, hoisting his own cup into the air. “To Helena!”“Helena!” We roared, slamming our empty cups down a few moments later.Helena joined in, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed a happy red. Our pitaroudia arrived, and we fell to bickering over the platter of fried balls. They were delicious; tomato, onion and bits of a leafy herb mixed into a patty of ground chickpea.These were rough men that lived rough lives. They were soldiers; killers that earned their coin in the grinding crush of the shield wall. They respected a foul mouth, a hard fist and loyalty to one’s brothers.They were stratiotai.And when Helena clacked her cup with a still sheepish looking Gratian; I saw them start to think of her as one too.“Leo never told me that he was a Centenarius,” Helena eventually said.I snorted. “That’s because I’m not. These idiots just call me that.”“The crest on the helmet don’t make the Centenarius,” Suda drawled. “Ain’t that right, Serg?”“You’re damned right about that, lad,” the older man replied. “Some wise words there.”I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys snickering into their cups. Sergius liked to share whatever kernels of wisdom popped into his head. We’d all heard this particular one a hundred times already.“We call him that because of Callinicum,” Sergius continued, answering Helena’s question.“Ah,” she said. “You were all there?”Sergius nodded, “and my bones would be decorating some Persian’s trophy shelf if it wasn’t for the Centenarius here. All of ours would.”The mood sobered, each of us remembering. I looked down to my hands; seeing the flecks of old, old blood beneath my fingernails. The ones I could never seem to clean.“Was it bad?” Helena asked.“Aye,” Sergius answered. “The old Centenarius was a right stupid prick. He got himself killed in the first charge of the Sassanid horsemen. Leontius here took over after that. Things were real shaky for a bit, but he kept us from scattering and being cut to pieces. And when the general decided he’d had enough of watching us die, Leo got us retreating.”Nobody spoke for a while, memories holding us. Some of us put wine to our lips. I just stared out at nothing with unfocused eyes. The mood remained dark until Gratian, bless his fool soul, blurted out;“Fuck, but Centenarius Demetrius was a prick.”That brought out a few chuckles. Niketas let out another burp, and Maurice swatted the back of his head. Most of us felt lighter after that. It didn’t do any good to dwell on the past. The things we’d done, the friends we’d lost, It wasn’t good to remember. Stratiotai had to live for the moment.Maybe that was why I’d always been such a terrible soldier.Midnight guard duty.It was approaching midnight when Sergius hauled himself to his feet. He blinked bleary eyes, motioning to the others.“Right boys, we’ve got patrol in the morning. Let’s get moving.”The men swallowed their last mouthfuls of wine, said their goodbyes and stumbled away with various levels of coordination.Sergius watched them go with a shake of his head. He riffled through a pouch at his side for a moment before turning back to me.“I’ve got something for you here, Centenarius. It got to the barracks a week or so ago.”He held a folded envelope out towards me. It had my name on it, written out in my mother’s blocky hand. I snatched it from him, quickly stuffing it away and out of sight. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to ruin this night.“It was good to see you, Leo,” Sergius said. He pulled me to my feet, and pounded my back in a rough embrace. “Don’t forget about us rankers while you’re dining with nobles.”“Take care of yourself, Serg,” I said, returning his embrace. “And, thank you.”“We’re on garrison duty,” the old soldier grinned. “What’s going to happen in the capital?”Sergius surprised Helena by pulling her into a hug next. “Keep your shield tight to his. Our Centenarius always seems to be around when shit is the deepest.”“I’ll keep him the sword from his back,” Helena said. “Though, it might loosen him up a bit.”The older man laughed. “It was good to meet you, lass. And remember, you’ve got a brother in old Sergius.” With a last little wave, he ambled out and into the deepening night.“You were right,” Helena said, settling back. She popped the last of the pitaroudia in her mouth. “This is a great place.”“Even with Grat here?” I asked with a smile.“Even still,” she said, her lips curling upward. She put her elbow on the table, leaning her heads against her palm. “I’m happy that you introduced me to your friends. I didn’t think it would be this, nice.”“It was,” I said. I shifted in my seat, wanting to move my chair closer to her. But the movement jostled the letter in my pocket. Suddenly, my mother’s words weighed more than a boulder. I shifted again, an awkward jerk of my body that accomplished nothing.Helena’s smile softened. She took pity on me, scooting over until her leg pressed against mine. I let out a breath, leaning back in my chair. We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth, and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons.“This was always my favorite part,” I said, after a while. I opened my eyes to find Helena watching me, waiting for me to continue.“A place like this,” I said. “With the others; once the campaigns done. It’s,”I trailed off, trying to order my thoughts. How could I explain this to someone who’d never been to war? How did I tell her of the constant tension; of the anxious expectation that came with knowing that somewhere, beyond the light of your campfire, someone wanted you dead.Kill or be killed; there was none of that here. I could drink with my friends, without wondering which of them I would lose. Or what I would have to do.It was just; "different,” I finished.Helena didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile or tease. She just watched me with eyes that took in so much of me. I caught a glimpse of it; the edge that wondrous vastness behind her cypress gaze. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder and letting out a long breath.“Different,” she said. “I like that.”My eyes suddenly prickled. I blinked furiously, trying to clear the wetness seeping into them. I turned, leaning my chin against her hair; breathing in the scent of her. I shifted my arm to pull her closer, my mother’s letter forgotten.“Leo,” she said. “What would you do if you weren’t a soldier?”“I, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve always been a soldier.”“But could you do it for ten more years?”“What else would I do? My father was stratiotai, and his father and his father. I don’t know anything else.”Helena shifted against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.“What was your plan once you retired?”I bobbed my shoulders in a small shrug, careful not to disturb her. “Go back to Rhodos. My mother is a seamstress. I’d help her run the shop.”“And marry a ‘good’ woman?” She said, her tone edged with mocking.I didn’t answer, though I tightened my grip on Helena. For a heartbeat, her body was stiff. Then, she let out another long breath, relaxing against me.“What about something like this?” She asked, gesturing around us. “A tavern.”“Running a Winehouse?”She pushed off of me, suddenly more animated. “Why not? You could open a soldier’s tavern on Rhodos; make a place for old stratiotai.”“A peaceful place,” I murmured.“Exactly!” She grinned. “It's a good idea, right?”“I’d have to learn how to make pitaroudia,” I said, feeling a smile tug at my lips.“I’m sure Kostas will give you his recipe.”I laughed. “I’m a solider, Helena, not a cook. I think I even burned water once.”“You are a soldier,” she said. Her eyes held mine. “But you can be something else.”I looked away, swallowing.“You’ll think about it?”“Sure,” I forced some lightness into my tone. “But only if you promise that you’d go out and catch fish for me every day.”Helena stiffened, her face suddenly bright red. Not the reaction I’d been expecting. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching. “You don’t think I’d be better as the cook? Or serving drinks?”“No,” I said, not having to force my smile. “You belong on the sea, right?”Her eyes were so wide. I felt my heart start to beat faster. That vastness, it was there, rising to the edge of her; on the verge of breaking through.“Leo,” she murmured. “I,”She was interrupted by the thump of a pouch onto our table. I looked over to find Kostas’ son standing by our table. The kid looked exhausted, but triumphant."You found what I asked for, then?” I said.He nodded, holding out a grubby hand.“Good man,” I grinned, flipping him a silver coin. He disappeared without another word. I quickly disengaged myself from Helena to put the lumpy, medium sized pouch away.“It's a surprise,” I told her. “For later.”She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press me. She downed her last mouthful of wine, letting out a happy sigh. “We have to come back here.”I nodded, bringing my own wine to my lips.“It's nice to see that you can relax without my cunny in your mouth.”I choked, spraying out a mouthful of wine. Helena laughed, that deep, joy-filled sound. She pounded my back as I coughed myself hoarse. My face blazed, and I felt the eyes of everyone turn towards me.“Leo,” she said. “You’re defenseless.”I coughed, glaring at her through watery eyes.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get back to the palace.”We walked out into the night, breathing in the city’s quiet. Although, it did not last long. We were but a handful of blocks from the Winehouse, when, out of the dark, we saw the fire.And heard the baying of the mob.A past shared with the Empress.The baying of the mob. The glow of fire.After a few moments of debate, Helena and I decided to move towards it. There were no screams of pain, no real sounds of violence coming from the streets ahead. We would see what there was, we decided, before returning to the Empress.We came into a square; one with a small, torch-lit church planted solidly at the northern end. A few squads of armored stratiotai, perhaps forty men, stood before the single door. They were imperial legionaries, though I did not recognize any of the grim-faced men. They all looked outward, swords drawn.Surrounding them, was the mob.The seething body of humanity was all around them. They totally filled the square; men, women, children. The old and the

Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.The streets had been quiet as we’d passed, oddly subdued. The few people we saw had quickly ducked out of our way, though we were in our tunicae and sandals.Kostas’ place, I was happy to see, was lively. Drunken soldiers weren’t spilling out of the place, but there was enough of a crowd that we had to push our way past a few people. I led Helena to the back, where crusty old Kostas scowled from behind his bar.“Kostas,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I promised this Rhodian lady some pitaroudia. Are you going to disappoint her?”“Rhodian?” He said, suddenly a lot less grouchy looking.“From Lindos,” Helena said.We chatted for a bit, swapping the latest bit of island news that we had while Kostas poured us a couple of flagons of dark wine. The food would be ready in a few minutes, he told us.“She’s paying,” I said, when I spotted Kostas’ young son.The kid was coming back with an empty drink tray. I hooked him by the arm, leading him away. I put a silver coin in his hand, promising him another if he’d fetch something for me.Helena looked at me curiously, but I kept my mouth shut against her silent question.“Centenarius!” I heard a voice call. “Leontius!”I turned, already feeling a grin stretching my features. At a nearby table, five men were waving towards me. They wore happy smiles, their cheeks rosy with wine.“Sergius! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing here?”Sergius, a crusty old stratiotai with more scars on him than most had years, made a show of cupping one ear.“Can’t hear you so good, sir! Come here and whisper it to me.”The men at his table laughed. I did too, shaking my head.“Friends of yours?” Helena asked.“Men from my old cohort,” I said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”Helena’s body tightened. I saw that same expression flash across her features. Resignation? Consternation? I wasn’t sure. Even here, away from the dark street, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen. It was gone too fast.“Sure,” she said, stepping forward and forcing me to move after her.The men rose to meet me, and I greeted each with a rough embrace and a few rougher words. Sergius, Gratian, Suda, Maurice and Niketas; as good a squad of stratiotai that had ever served in Justinian’s legions.“Boys, this is Helena,” I said as we sat in the chairs pulled over for us. “My shield mate. She guards the Empress with me.”Sergius blinked. Maurice choked on his wine while Suda and Niketas glanced at each other in disbelief. Helena, however, seemed to loosen. Her gaze flicked to me, and I saw the faint crinkle of something disappear from the corners of her eyes.Gratian, horse’s ass that he was, guffawed.“Come on, Centenarius,” he said. He was seated on Helena’s other side, and took the opportunity to drape one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t expect us to believe that sweet little thing fights beside you?”Whatever else I could say about Gratian, and there was a lot, I couldn’t fault his eye.Helena was in her tunica, cut in the same simple, utilitarian shape as my own. It was loose, ending just above her knees and doing nothing to accentuate the feminine curves of her body. However, unlike the wrinkled, slightly stained pale gray of my tunica, hers had been dyed a deep green.It was near to the cypress of her eyes. It made them appear brighter, and more vivid than I’d ever seen them. The green brought out the copper of her hair, deepening it and adding layers to those tumbling waves.She was beautiful; the field of grass after rain.“You think I’m sweet?” Helena said, lips curling into a small smile.“Sweet enough to eat,” he said. His eyes roved up and down her body. “How much?”Helena stayed relaxed. That small smile never left her lips.“I’m good, too.” Gratian insisted. “You’ll see. My phallus’s so good that you should be the one paying me!”He snickered through his leering grin. I shook my head when Sergius opened his mouth to interfere. Although I needn’t have. Because, an instant later, Helena’s fist crunched into Gratian’s throat.He gagged, falling backwards, his chair crashing to the ground. The tavern fell silent, all eyes on Helena as she slowly stood. Helena’s eyes swept the room. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then two. Her lip suddenly quirked.“Nobody touches before they pay.”The room exploded with laughter, covering the sound of Gratian’s moaning. Helena sat back down, while I moved to help the man pick himself off the floor.“I’ll kill her,” he choked. “I’ll fucking kill that bitch.”“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “She’d gut you like a fish. And I’d cut off whatever bits my shield mate left of you.”I pulled him up, and made a show of checking him over. I hissed into his ear. “You stupid bastard. Helena’s the Empress’ personal guard. Do you want your head to the decorate palace walls?”Gratian’s face blanched. He started to stammer something but I pushed him away. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Go get us some more wine.”“Whatever Kostas hasn’t pissed in for me,” Helena called.Sergius grin was wide. “Good punch, that. It's the only way to get him to shut his hole.”“Aye,” Niketas said, draining his cup. He burped. “Finally, some fucking peace.”“Centenarius,” Maurice said, leaning forward. “No offense to your lady, but a shield mate? Are you sure about this?”“This lady,” Helena said. “Can speak for herself. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you mean.”Maurice complied. “You’re a woman. You’re real pretty, I’ll give you that, but you don’t know what this means.”“I don’t need a phallus to piss standing up. Why would I need one to hold up a shield?”Maurice smirked. “Cute. But it's more than that, it's,”"Wait, you can piss standing up?” Gratian interrupted, returning with two clay pitchers of wine. “Seriously?”The others groaned.“That wasn’t the point, Grat,” Suda said. “Although, now I am a bit curious,”"It's easy,” Helena said, throwing him a wink. “And I guarantee that I can piss better than Grat fucks.”Laughter rolled around the table. Even Gratian snickered, though heat crawled up his face. He started pouring the wine, filling Helena’s cup and then mine.“So, what the hell are you talking about, then?”“If she can really be Leo’s shield mate,” Maurice said. “If she can fight.”“She knows what it means, Maur,” I said. “She’s good, too. Fast. And she’s got some sense, unlike you thick-headed bastards.”“Good enough for me,” Sergius said. “What do you say boys, we gonna keep her around?”“Let's drink!” Niketas said, grabbing his cup.Sergius banged the table, hoisting his own cup into the air. “To Helena!”“Helena!” We roared, slamming our empty cups down a few moments later.Helena joined in, her smile wide and her cheeks flushed a happy red. Our pitaroudia arrived, and we fell to bickering over the platter of fried balls. They were delicious; tomato, onion and bits of a leafy herb mixed into a patty of ground chickpea.These were rough men that lived rough lives. They were soldiers; killers that earned their coin in the grinding crush of the shield wall. They respected a foul mouth, a hard fist and loyalty to one’s brothers.They were stratiotai.And when Helena clacked her cup with a still sheepish looking Gratian; I saw them start to think of her as one too.“Leo never told me that he was a Centenarius,” Helena eventually said.I snorted. “That’s because I’m not. These idiots just call me that.”“The crest on the helmet don’t make the Centenarius,” Suda drawled. “Ain’t that right, Serg?”“You’re damned right about that, lad,” the older man replied. “Some wise words there.”I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys snickering into their cups. Sergius liked to share whatever kernels of wisdom popped into his head. We’d all heard this particular one a hundred times already.“We call him that because of Callinicum,” Sergius continued, answering Helena’s question.“Ah,” she said. “You were all there?”Sergius nodded, “and my bones would be decorating some Persian’s trophy shelf if it wasn’t for the Centenarius here. All of ours would.”The mood sobered, each of us remembering. I looked down to my hands; seeing the flecks of old, old blood beneath my fingernails. The ones I could never seem to clean.“Was it bad?” Helena asked.“Aye,” Sergius answered. “The old Centenarius was a right stupid prick. He got himself killed in the first charge of the Sassanid horsemen. Leontius here took over after that. Things were real shaky for a bit, but he kept us from scattering and being cut to pieces. And when the general decided he’d had enough of watching us die, Leo got us retreating.”Nobody spoke for a while, memories holding us. Some of us put wine to our lips. I just stared out at nothing with unfocused eyes. The mood remained dark until Gratian, bless his fool soul, blurted out;“Fuck, but Centenarius Demetrius was a prick.”That brought out a few chuckles. Niketas let out another burp, and Maurice swatted the back of his head. Most of us felt lighter after that. It didn’t do any good to dwell on the past. The things we’d done, the friends we’d lost, It wasn’t good to remember. Stratiotai had to live for the moment.Maybe that was why I’d always been such a terrible soldier.Midnight guard duty.It was approaching midnight when Sergius hauled himself to his feet. He blinked bleary eyes, motioning to the others.“Right boys, we’ve got patrol in the morning. Let’s get moving.”The men swallowed their last mouthfuls of wine, said their goodbyes and stumbled away with various levels of coordination.Sergius watched them go with a shake of his head. He riffled through a pouch at his side for a moment before turning back to me.“I’ve got something for you here, Centenarius. It got to the barracks a week or so ago.”He held a folded envelope out towards me. It had my name on it, written out in my mother’s blocky hand. I snatched it from him, quickly stuffing it away and out of sight. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to ruin this night.“It was good to see you, Leo,” Sergius said. He pulled me to my feet, and pounded my back in a rough embrace. “Don’t forget about us rankers while you’re dining with nobles.”“Take care of yourself, Serg,” I said, returning his embrace. “And, thank you.”“We’re on garrison duty,” the old soldier grinned. “What’s going to happen in the capital?”Sergius surprised Helena by pulling her into a hug next. “Keep your shield tight to his. Our Centenarius always seems to be around when shit is the deepest.”“I’ll keep him the sword from his back,” Helena said. “Though, it might loosen him up a bit.”The older man laughed. “It was good to meet you, lass. And remember, you’ve got a brother in old Sergius.” With a last little wave, he ambled out and into the deepening night.“You were right,” Helena said, settling back. She popped the last of the pitaroudia in her mouth. “This is a great place.”“Even with Grat here?” I asked with a smile.“Even still,” she said, her lips curling upward. She put her elbow on the table, leaning her heads against her palm. “I’m happy that you introduced me to your friends. I didn’t think it would be this, nice.”“It was,” I said. I shifted in my seat, wanting to move my chair closer to her. But the movement jostled the letter in my pocket. Suddenly, my mother’s words weighed more than a boulder. I shifted again, an awkward jerk of my body that accomplished nothing.Helena’s smile softened. She took pity on me, scooting over until her leg pressed against mine. I let out a breath, leaning back in my chair. We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth, and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons.“This was always my favorite part,” I said, after a while. I opened my eyes to find Helena watching me, waiting for me to continue.“A place like this,” I said. “With the others; once the campaigns done. It’s,”I trailed off, trying to order my thoughts. How could I explain this to someone who’d never been to war? How did I tell her of the constant tension; of the anxious expectation that came with knowing that somewhere, beyond the light of your campfire, someone wanted you dead.Kill or be killed; there was none of that here. I could drink with my friends, without wondering which of them I would lose. Or what I would have to do.It was just; "different,” I finished.Helena didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile or tease. She just watched me with eyes that took in so much of me. I caught a glimpse of it; the edge that wondrous vastness behind her cypress gaze. She leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder and letting out a long breath.“Different,” she said. “I like that.”My eyes suddenly prickled. I blinked furiously, trying to clear the wetness seeping into them. I turned, leaning my chin against her hair; breathing in the scent of her. I shifted my arm to pull her closer, my mother’s letter forgotten.“Leo,” she said. “What would you do if you weren’t a soldier?”“I, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve always been a soldier.”“But could you do it for ten more years?”“What else would I do? My father was stratiotai, and his father and his father. I don’t know anything else.”Helena shifted against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.“What was your plan once you retired?”I bobbed my shoulders in a small shrug, careful not to disturb her. “Go back to Rhodos. My mother is a seamstress. I’d help her run the shop.”“And marry a ‘good’ woman?” She said, her tone edged with mocking.I didn’t answer, though I tightened my grip on Helena. For a heartbeat, her body was stiff. Then, she let out another long breath, relaxing against me.“What about something like this?” She asked, gesturing around us. “A tavern.”“Running a Winehouse?”She pushed off of me, suddenly more animated. “Why not? You could open a soldier’s tavern on Rhodos; make a place for old stratiotai.”“A peaceful place,” I murmured.“Exactly!” She grinned. “It's a good idea, right?”“I’d have to learn how to make pitaroudia,” I said, feeling a smile tug at my lips.“I’m sure Kostas will give you his recipe.”I laughed. “I’m a solider, Helena, not a cook. I think I even burned water once.”“You are a soldier,” she said. Her eyes held mine. “But you can be something else.”I looked away, swallowing.“You’ll think about it?”“Sure,” I forced some lightness into my tone. “But only if you promise that you’d go out and catch fish for me every day.”Helena stiffened, her face suddenly bright red. Not the reaction I’d been expecting. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching. “You don’t think I’d be better as the cook? Or serving drinks?”“No,” I said, not having to force my smile. “You belong on the sea, right?”Her eyes were so wide. I felt my heart start to beat faster. That vastness, it was there, rising to the edge of her; on the verge of breaking through.“Leo,” she murmured. “I,”She was interrupted by the thump of a pouch onto our table. I looked over to find Kostas’ son standing by our table. The kid looked exhausted, but triumphant."You found what I asked for, then?” I said.He nodded, holding out a grubby hand.“Good man,” I grinned, flipping him a silver coin. He disappeared without another word. I quickly disengaged myself from Helena to put the lumpy, medium sized pouch away.“It's a surprise,” I told her. “For later.”She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t press me. She downed her last mouthful of wine, letting out a happy sigh. “We have to come back here.”I nodded, bringing my own wine to my lips.“It's nice to see that you can relax without my cunny in your mouth.”I choked, spraying out a mouthful of wine. Helena laughed, that deep, joy-filled sound. She pounded my back as I coughed myself hoarse. My face blazed, and I felt the eyes of everyone turn towards me.“Leo,” she said. “You’re defenseless.”I coughed, glaring at her through watery eyes.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get back to the palace.”We walked out into the night, breathing in the city’s quiet. Although, it did not last long. We were but a handful of blocks from the Winehouse, when, out of the dark, we saw the fire.And heard the baying of the mob.A past shared with the Empress.The baying of the mob. The glow of fire.After a few moments of debate, Helena and I decided to move towards it. There were no screams of pain, no real sounds of violence coming from the streets ahead. We would see what there was, we decided, before returning to the Empress.We came into a square; one with a small, torch-lit church planted solidly at the northern end. A few squads of armored stratiotai, perhaps forty men, stood before the single door. They were imperial legionaries, though I did not recognize any of the grim-faced men. They all looked outward, swords drawn.Surrounding them, was the mob.The seething body of humanity was all around them. They totally filled the square; men, women, children. The old and the

In this episode the guy welcome Mark Radulich as a guest! Thye talk two movies both prominently featuring pop stars, one real, one imagined. First, after an intro, they talk Sam Taylor-Johnsons biopic about the late Amy Winehouse in Back to Black starring Marisa Abela, Eddie Marsan and Jack O'Connel. Neil gets kind of aggro. Then, after news, they boys talk  M. Night Shyamalan newest Trap starring Josh Hartnett, Ariel Donahue and Saleka Night Shyamalan. Check out Mark on w2mnet.com or just look up Mark Radulich in Broadcasting on Spotify! Check out his Tiktok @markradulich! www.moviesthatdontsuck.net https://w2mnet.com/category/podcasts/movies-that-dont-suck-and-some-that-do www.patreon.com/moviesthatdontsuck https://www.bonfire.com/movies-that-dont-suck-and-some-that-do-logo/ FB: facebook.com/moviesthatdontsuckpodcast X: @mtdspodcast https://www.youtube.com/@moviesthatdontsuckpodcast

Today comedian/writer/musician/podcaster Chloe Maddren joins me to shine a light on the less heralded Amy Winehouse album, 2003's Frank. We talk about the cat she named after the album, fighting against Winehouse's influence on her voice and lifestyle, the difference between the popular conception of Winehouse and who she was on this album, the differences between Frank and Back to Black, identifying with music beyond your age, the jazz influence on the record, being older than Amy Winehouse when she passed away, the validity of teenage pain, the pun of the album title, lyrics that haven't aged well and much more. We also talk about why she didn't choose a Taylor Swift album, her pop star aspirations, how her comedy career balances with her earnest songwriting, bombing in Bondi and “the girl fedora”. Chloe's standup special 'Hot Girl Stuff (Disordered Eating & Crippling Self-Hate) is available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=fMzLtyC6VMo&t=65s https://www.patreon.com/TheFriendRequest/posts 

En 1959, Washington grabó 'What a Difference a Day Makes!', un trabajo que la convirtió en una gran estrella y cambió su carrera. Ya en la cima se comió Nueva York con fiestas legendarias antes de abrir su propio club en Chicago, local frecuentado por la mafia. Para entonces ya era una mujer dependiente de las pastillas y con problemas con el alcohol. Su muerte, tremendamente joven, bien pudo servir de anticipo de lo que le sucedería décadas después a Winehouse. Dinah al menos tuvo tiempo para dejarnos sobradas muestras de su talento.Otros programas relacionadosEl ocaso de Billy HollidayLa guerra de Nina Simone

In this poignant episode of Dem Vinyl Boyz, we dive into the soulful and raw world of Amy Winehouse with her critically acclaimed album "Back to Black," released in 2006. This album is a testament to Winehouse’s incredible talent and emotional depth, blending modern soul with a retro 60s vibe that captivated audiences worldwide. "Back to Black" features unforgettable tracks such as "Rehab," "You Know I’m No Good," "Love Is a Losing Game," and the haunting title track "Back to Black." Each song delves into themes of love, heartbreak, and personal struggles, all delivered with Winehouse’s distinctive voice and honest, confessional lyricism. Throughout this episode, we'll explore the creation of "Back to Black," discussing the influence of producers Mark Ronson and Salaam Remi, and the musical inspirations that shaped its unique sound. We'll also reflect on Amy Winehouse’s enduring legacy, her impact on the music industry, and how her deeply personal songwriting continues to resonate with listeners. Join us on Dem Vinyl Boyz as we celebrate "Back to Black," an album that not only defined a generation but also highlighted the profound artistry of Amy Winehouse. This episode is a tribute to her legacy, exploring the brilliance and tragedy of a musical icon who left an indelible mark on the world. Taking care of your mental health is crucial, and BetterHelp makes it accessible and convenient. BetterHelp offers professional therapy from over 30,000 licensed therapists. Visit BetterHelp.com/vinyl and use the code "vinyl" to get 10% off your first month. Start your journey to better mental health today. Protect your personal data with Incogni. Data brokers shouldn't control your personal information—take back your privacy with Incogni. Visit Incogni.com/demvinylboyz and use the link to get 60% off an annual Incogni plan. Safeguard your data easily and effectively with Incogni. Eating well is essential for a healthy lifestyle, and Factor makes it easy with chef-prepared, dietitian-approved meals. Get fresh, balanced meals delivered to your door. Visit factormeals.com/dvb50 and use the code "DVB50" to get 50% off your first box plus 20% off your next month. Enjoy real nutrition, made simple with Factor.

Rockshow episode 201 Amy Winehouse Amy Winehouse was a British singer-songwriter known for her deep, expressive contralto vocals and her eclectic mix of musical genres, including soul, rhythm and blues, jazz, and reggae. Born on September 14, 1983, in Southgate, London, she became one of the most celebrated and controversial artists of her time. Winehouse's rise to fame began with her debut album, “Frank” (2003), which received critical acclaim and was nominated for the Mercury Prize. However, it was her second album, “Back to Black” (2006), that catapulted her to international stardom. This album included hits like “Rehab,” “You Know I'm No Good,” and “Back to Black,” and won five Grammy Awards, including Record of the Year and Song of the Year for “Rehab.” Despite her success, Winehouse's career was often overshadowed by her personal struggles with substance abuse, mental health issues, and tumultuous relationships, particularly with her ex-husband Blake Fielder-Civil. Her distinctive beehive hairstyle and heavy eyeliner became iconic, but her erratic behavior and frequent run-ins with the law drew significant media attention. Tragically, Amy Winehouse died on July 23, 2011, at the age of 27, from alcohol poisoning. Her death was widely mourned, and she was posthumously celebrated for her contributions to music. Her life and career have been the subject of numerous documentaries and biographical works, most notably the 2015 film “Amy,” which won the Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature. Winehouse remains a symbol of both immense talent and the tragic consequences of fame and addiction. https://www.amywinehouse.com/ https://www.facebook.com/share/AK9HYjKcX8fYRRRA/?mibextid=LQQJ4d https://www.instagram.com/amywinehouse?igsh=MWh6anFzcHp2M3Mxbw== https://youtube.com/@amywinehousevideo?si=y56GedgioC-E_Hw6 https://amywinehousefoundation.org/ https://x.com/amywinehouse?s=21&t=Mzw5de5zsR-SDDbhyzH0Lg #AmyWinehouse #BackToBlack #Rehab #FrankAlbum #SoulMusic#jazz #Blues #IconicVoice#MusicLegend #GoneTooSoon #27Club #AmyForever #Winehouse #BritishMusic #ClassicAlbums Please follow us on Youtube,Facebook,Instagram,Twitter,Patreon and at www.gettinglumpedup.com https://linktr.ee/RobRossi Get your T-shirt at https://www.prowrestlingtees.com/gettinglumpedup And https://www.bonfire.com/store/getting-lumped-up/ Subscribe to the channel and hit the like button This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/rob-rossi/support https://www.patreon.com/Gettinglumpedup

durée : 01:24:12 - Blockbusters - Amy Winehouse est morte le 23 juillet 2011 à l'âge de 27 ans. Retour sur le parcours d'une musicienne de génie, dont la vie fût brisée par les addictions.

#DJChase #ThePreGamepartymixpodcast #Podcast The Pre-Game Party Mix Podcast  The Number #1 Urban Podcast This week DJ Chase is bigger and better for 2024. Today DJ Chase interviews lovely and talented Artist and event curator Alicia Marie. Alicia Marie represents Durham, North Carolina by way of New York City.  DJ Chase and Alicia Marie talk about her background, how artists can get booked for shows, her musical sound, and as always tips and tricks on how to make it in the new music business. Hope You Guys Enjoy!!! Let's Win! Peace and Blessings!  Like, Comment, and Subscribe #DJChaseTV ►Today's Music: Alicia Marie - Trustfall  ►Follow Alicia Marie: https://www.instagram.com/iamaliciamarieofficial/ Buy The all New E-Book - The Record Label (Cheat Sheet) Vol. 1 - https://a.co/d/bUgTwpO ►Follow DJ Chase: https://www.instagram.com/_djchase__/ ►Connect: https://djchase.net/ ►Connect: www.djchaseradio.com WDJC-DB DJ Chase Radio  ►Subscribe to the Pre-Game Party Mix Podcast on  Spotify Podcasts: https://open.spotify.com/show/0lK4xDQQP7SVpfAkevXKIC?si=VnfSz2bETWeFuFBAze3ZzA Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dj-chase-pre-game-party-mix-podcast-with-dj-chase/id1487891239 Thank You for Enjoying This Content Feel Free to Support and Patron This Podcast !! ►CashApp - https://cash.app/$DJChase2 ►Paypal - https://www.paypal.me/djchase ►Sign Up With Distrokid Today To Release Your Music (The Ultimate Music Distribution Platform) -  Click This Link and Get 7% Off Your Membership  https://distrokid.com/vip/seven/721996 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dj-chase/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dj-chase/support

#DJChase #ThePreGamepartymixpodcast #Podcast The Pre-Game Party Mix Podcast  The Number #1 Urban Podcast This week DJ Chase is bigger and better for 2024. Today DJ Chase interviews lovely and talented Artist and event curator Alicia Marie. Alicia Marie represents Durham, North Carolina by way of New York City.  DJ Chase and Alicia Marie talk about her background, how artists can get booked for shows, her musical sound, and as always tips and tricks on how to make it in the new music business. Hope You Guys Enjoy!!! Let's Win! Peace and Blessings!  Like, Comment, and Subscribe #DJChaseTV ►Today's Music: Alicia Marie - Trustfall  ►Follow Alicia Marie: https://www.instagram.com/iamaliciamarieofficial/ Buy The all New E-Book - The Record Label (Cheat Sheet) Vol. 1 - https://a.co/d/bUgTwpO ►Follow DJ Chase: https://www.instagram.com/_djchase__/ ►Connect: https://djchase.net/ ►Connect: www.djchaseradio.com WDJC-DB DJ Chase Radio  ►Subscribe to the Pre-Game Party Mix Podcast on  Spotify Podcasts: https://open.spotify.com/show/0lK4xDQQP7SVpfAkevXKIC?si=VnfSz2bETWeFuFBAze3ZzA Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dj-chase-pre-game-party-mix-podcast-with-dj-chase/id1487891239 Thank You for Enjoying This Content Feel Free to Support and Patron This Podcast !! ►CashApp - https://cash.app/$DJChase2 ►Paypal - https://www.paypal.me/djchase ►Sign Up With Distrokid Today To Release Your Music (The Ultimate Music Distribution Platform) -  Click This Link and Get 7% Off Your Membership  https://distrokid.com/vip/seven/721996 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dj-chase/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dj-chase/support

To perfectly capture the essence of a subject, director Sam Taylor-Johnson borrows a strategy used by method actors. The British filmmaker and photographer says she enters the character's headspace to better represent their feelings, emotions, and complexities. For this reason, Taylor-Johnson only seeks out projects she can viscerally connect to, which was the case with her new Amy Winehouse biopic, Back to Black. On this week's episode of Table for Two, Taylor-Johnson sits down for lunch with host Bruce Bozzi and discusses the moment she knew Marisa Abela was the right choice to play Winehouse, the difficulties of navigating the movie industry as a woman, and how her poignant photographic portrait series of Hollywood stars, “Crying Men,” helped her come to terms with her second cancer diagnosis.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Travis Hopson of Cinema Royale review BACK TO BLACK, with Marisa Abela starring as tragic blue singer Amy Winehouse. Directed by Sam Taylor-Johnson, the film also stars Eddie Marsan, Jack O'Connell, and Lesley Manville.BACK TO BLACK is in theaters now.The extraordinary story of Amy Winehouse's early rise to fame from her early days in Camden through the making of her groundbreaking album, Back to Black that catapulted Winehouse to global fame. Told through Amy's eyes and inspired by her deeply personal lyrics, the film explores and embraces the many layers of the iconic artist and the tumultuous love story at the center of one of the most legendary albums of all time.For more, head over to www.punchdrunkcritics.com now!Subscribe to Punch Drunk Critics on YouTube:    / @punchdrunkcritics1  Follow Punch Drunk Critics on Twitter:   / pdcmovies  Follow Punch Drunk Critics on Facebook:   / pdcmovies   #BacktoBlack #amywinehouse #MarisaAbela

Daria Cadalt"Back to Amy"La storia di Amy Winehousewww.ilcastelloeditore.it“Back To Amy” è un ritratto intimo e accurato della tormentata cantante inglese: l'infanzia complicata; il talento musicale che la porta a firmare giovanissima con la Island; il successo planetario con due dischi divenuti leggendari come “Frank” e “Back to Black”. Ma dalle pagine del libro emerge anche l'altra Amy, una ragazza tormentata, schiacciata dalla fama, da un carattere autodistruttivo e dalla storia d'amore tossica con il marito Blake Fielder-Civil, che la fa velocemente sprofondare in un vortice di alcool, droghe e psicofarmaci."Continuo a essere fermamente convinta che buona parte della mia esistenza e di quella di Amy Winehouse abbiano, per qualche strano motivo, intrecciato i loro percorsi e si siano incontrate, a un certo punto, in una sorta di Salone di Bellezza per “ragazze problematiche” confinato chissà dove nello spazio-tempo. Non solo perché siamo nate a soli quattro mesi di distanza; e nemmeno perché io abbia la presunzione di considerarmi una “ragazza problematica” tout court – potessi oggi considerarmi una “ragazza” già mi basterebbe! – ma perché abbiamo sperimentato così tante esperienze analoghe che non riesco, ancora adesso che sono passati tredici anni, a non provare rabbia per quello che le è accaduto. Me lo ricordo quel giorno."Daria Cadalt, Napoli, 1984, si è diplomata in Discipline per lo Spettacolo – Scenografia e Costume Teatrale – all'Accademia di Belle Arti di Brera.Scrive sulla rivista di divulgazione storica e culturale Vanilla Magazine, che vanta una community di oltre un milione di utenti tra sito internet e canale YouTube.Ha tradotto per l'Italia il libro Letting Blake Go di Georgette Civil, madre del discusso marito della Winehouse.Back to Amy – La Storia di Amy Winehouse è il suo primo libro.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

Has someone ever asked you what "your story" is? For some, that question is a nightmare. Where do you begin? What parts are important? And are the parts you think are important, actually that crucial?Are you telling it the right way? One Hollywood art form bravely tries to do that, but about other well-known figures. That's the biopic. For this edition of the 1A Movie Club, we talk about the latest, "Back to Black." The movie tries its best to illustrate the story of Amy Winehouse. We discuss how well the biopic succeeds at telling the Winehouse's story. Want to support 1A? Give to your local public radio station and subscribe to this podcast. Have questions? Connect with us. Listen to 1A sponsor-free by signing up for 1A+ at plus.npr.org/the1a.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

¿Te han hecho una intervención por estar en una mala relación? ¿El amor pasional es peligroso para tu salud? ¿Porqué creemos que las emociones intensas son parte de un amor verdadero? Para honrar la memoria de la talentosa Amy Winehouse, hemos preparado este especial justo a las 4:20 de la tarde desde un hotel con una vista interesante, tal y como le hubiera gustado a la finada cantante integrante del infame club de los 27... Amy a su corta edad escribía desde el corazón sobre lo más doloroso de sus heridas, traumas y malos ratos, la baraja que tenía constaba de una increíble voz, pero un hogar disfuncional, un padre egolatra y abusador, un novio tóxico e interesado y muchos estupefacientes... A pesar de todo, dejó un legado que vale la pena repasar en forma de analisis sobre su forma de entender las relaciones y el amor... Amy y Blake son un retrato del daño mutuo que pueden hacerse las parejas que no atienden sus problemas individualmente antes de sumergirse en un huracan de emociones en conjunto Hoy hablaremos sobre Amy Winehouse y un par de canciones de ella, el fin de su carrera, pero principalmente hablaremos de los hombres que se aprovecharon de la idea romántica que Winehouse tenía sobre lo que es amar a alguién incondicionalmente... Algunas preguntas que nos gustaría que nos dejaras por escrito o en voicenote podrían ser: ¿Has normalizado una relación tóxica al grado de creer que es amor? ¿Crees que el drama es esencial para vivir a fondo los afectos? ¿Crees que Blake fue un factor determinante para el tragico final de Amy Winehouse? Gracias por hacer el Delicioso con nosotrxs, puedes enviarnos audios, anécdotas y saludos a traves de nuestras redes, valoramos mucho tu atención a este increíble proyecto sobre sexualidad y relaciones diversas. .. Algo de lo que platicamos: 0:00 - 01:00: Fragmento de Back to Black 01:01 - 03:00: Introducción al tema 03:01 - 06:00: Experiencias personales con el amor intenso 06:01 - 41:00: Amy Winehouse y el amor que mata Visita instagram.com/slashersmx para conocer los productos de horror que tiene para ti nuestro patrocinador oficial, vasos, merch, imanes y portavasos, todo para ti que amas la oscuridad No olvides también que nuestros episodios no siempre salen en video o en Youtube, puedes escuchar todo nuestro contenido gratis en cualquier plataforma de podcast Queride delicioser, es un honor que te quedes escuchando hasta el final este episodio que con mucho gusto creamos para ti, por favor haznos llegar tus preguntas y venga ese comentario en todas nuestras redes sociales para seguir creando y divulgando todo esto que nos hace humanes... Disfruta de nuestro contenido totalmente gratis y siguenos en nuestras redes, no olvides compartir el delicioso porque este proyecto lo haces tú, con tús anécdotas, tus experiencias y tus relatos... www.instagram.com/eldeliciosomx/ https://twitter.com/eldeliciosomx www.facebook.com/eldeliciosopodcast Graba tu podcast en Nuup Estudio: https://nuupestudio.com/ https://www.facebook.com/NuupEstudio https://www.instagram.com/nuupestudio/ Envía tus relatos y comentarios a nuestro correo: podcasteldelicioso@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/eldelicioso/message

In this episode of Pop Culture Weekly, join the conversation with Kyle McMahon as we unravel the emotional and artistic journey behind the Amy Winehouse biopic, Back to Black, with guests Marisa Abela and director Sam Taylor-Johnson. Step into the psyche of a music icon as Marisa reveals how she transcended beyond mere impersonation to capture the very soul of Amy Winehouse. With a focus on authenticity, she brings to life Amy's essence, while Sam discusses the weighty task of presenting Amy's multifaceted story through a lens of compassion and without judgment. This episode promises a heartfelt exploration of the creative processes that pay tribute to Winehouse's musical brilliance and the humanity of her narrative.Witness a heartfelt dialogue that not only delves into the making of Back to Black but also celebrates the legacy of Amy Winehouse. From the rigor of preparation to the responsibility of representation, Marissa and Sam share their unique perspectives on storytelling and the inner workings of a film that seeks to resonate with the spirit of its subject. For fans of poignant dramas, transformative performances, and the enigmatic talent of Amy Winehouse, this episode offers an intimate look behind the scenes and is a testament to the potency of her enduring influence in music and beyond.Kyle McMahon's Death, Grief & Other Sh*t We Don't Discuss is now streaming: https://www.deathandgrief.show/Chapter-One-The-Diagnosis-AKA-WTF/---------------Get all the Pop Culture Weekly podcast info you could want including extra content, uncut interviews, photos, videos & transcripts at: https://podcast.popcultureweekly.comWatch celebrity interviews at: https://www.facebook.com/realkylemcmahon/videosor Pop Culture Weekly YouTube at: https://www.youtube.com/@popcultureweeklyRead the latest at http://www.PopCultureWeekly.comFollow Kyle on:Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kmacmusicFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/realkylemcmahonInstagram: http://www.instagram.com/kmacmusicYouTube: http://www.youtube.com/officialkylemcmahonWebsite: http://www.kylemcmahon.mePop Culture Weekly twitter: http://www.twitter.com/popculturepodca

Director Sam Taylor-Johnson and writer Matt Greenhalgh team up to tell the story of Amy Winehouse, a rising jazz star who burned out far too fast. Fans of Winehouse will delight in Marisa Abela's performance as the contemporary jazz queen. However, the film feels like it is lacking in several dimensions of Winehouse's life. Regardless, the actors take the audience on a gripping journey. Find out more at https://whiskeyandpopcorn.pinecast.co

The new music biopic Back to Black chronicles the life of singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse. The film stars Marisa Abela, and follows Winehouse as she records her breakthrough album, gets married, and struggles with addiction. But does the movie do justice to the singer and her music?Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Reggie “The Reel Critic” shares his thoughts on ‘Back to Black,' Sam Taylor-Johnson's new biopic on the life, legacy and untimely death of renowned singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse. From rising star to five-time Grammy winner, ‘Back to Black' documents Winehouse's journey and humanizes her struggle with substance abuse. The film fills in the gaps in Winehouse's life, untold by the media. ‘Back to Black' hit theaters May 17. "The Reel Critic" is hosted and produced by Reggie Ponder. Follow Reggie on Twitter and Instagram @TheReelCritic, and on Facebook @ReggieTheReelCritic.

Reggie “The Reel Critic” shares his thoughts on ‘Back to Black,' Sam Taylor-Johnson's new biopic on the life, legacy and untimely death of renowned singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse. From rising star to five-time Grammy winner, ‘Back to Black' documents Winehouse's journey and humanizes her struggle with substance abuse. The film fills in the gaps in Winehouse's life, untold by the media. ‘Back to Black' hit theaters May 17. "The Reel Critic" is hosted and produced by Reggie Ponder. Follow Reggie on Twitter and Instagram @TheReelCritic, and on Facebook @ReggieTheReelCritic.

As I'm sure you're mostly aware of already - the lyrical content of Amy Winehouse's breakthrough single ‘Rehab' is very much a true story.  Working with up-and-coming producer Mark Ronson in New York city, Amy inspired the entire production of the song simply walking down the street, telling Ronson her true ‘rehab' story. Ronson initially thought of it as a funny little anecdote - and one worth turning into a song. Unfortunately, the tale of Rehab was far from a funny one - and Winehouse's knack of drawing inspiration from bad situations would lead to tragedy. Amy Winehouse was a star - a breath of fresh air in the music industry that pulled the Motown sounds of the 60s into the 21st century with edginess, swagger, and admittedly - a sense of glorified self-destruction. Released in the UK as the Album's lead single in late October 2006, Rehab was the perfect distillation of Amy the persona and Amy the artist.  Winehouse truly had nothing to hide and she was ready to expose her talent and her scars to the world unapologetically. This is the story of Rehab, with newly unearthed audio from Amy Winehouse herself. Also contains audio from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SBezSiJGfM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0q3Re5ksVg Content Warning: This episode discusses themes that may be difficult for some listeners, including substance abuse, disordered eating, and interpersonal violence. Please take care while listening.

Un episodio carga de drama y chisme de la cultura Hip Hop, declaraciones de un amigo de amy Winehouse sobre la película, review de la Baby Reindeer y mucho mas.

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Chaque jour, deux chroniqueurs présentent les infos indispensables à connaître en matière de culture : les dernières actus musique, les sorties littéraires ou cinéma, les nouvelles pièces de théâtre et les séries à ne pas manquer… C'est ici !

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Welcome to the Five Song Mixtape! This week we discuss the mixtape titled “Too Many Hens in the Winehouse” by Devin. You can find the playlist by following our account on Spotify @FiveSongMixtape or you can find us on Instagram @FiveSongMixtape. We would love to hear your thoughts on the playlist and please give us a rating via iTunes to help spread the word!“Too Many Hens in the Winehouse” by Devin1. “Pack Up” by Eliza Doolittle2. “Foolin'” by Dionne Bromfield3. “Serious” by Duffy4. “I Don't Want You Back” by Laura Izibor5. “Cry Me Out” by Pixie Lott Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Back to Black is a 2024 biographical drama film based on the life of British singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse, played by Marisa Abela. Directed by Sam Taylor-Johnson and written by Matt Greenhalgh, the film also stars Jack O'Connell, Eddie Marsan, and Lesley Manville. Following the death of Winehouse in July 2011, several filmmakers attempted to create biopic projects but none of them progressed. In 2018, Winehouse's estate announced they had signed a deal for a film about her life and career. By July 2022, StudioCanal moved forward with production, and filming took place in London from January to April 2023. The film was released theatrically by StudioCanal in Australia on 11 April 2024, and was released in the United Kingdom on 12 April 2024. Focus Features will release the film in the United States on 17 May 2024. It received mixed reviews from critics. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/popcorn-junkies/message

durée : 00:51:36 - Affaires sensibles - par : Fabrice Drouelle, Franck COGNARD - Amy Winehouse, une chanteuse singulière avec son look de pin-up des années 1950, son attitude de bad boy, avec la voix d'une diva noire à la Sarah Vaughan dans la peau d'une juive blanche. La Londonienne à l'accent cockney meurt à 27 ans, rejoignant ainsi le singulier Club des 27. - réalisé par : David Leprince

We had the talented members of 27 Club join us in-studio for a chat and a performance! Featuring music and stories from the likes of Joplin, Winehouse, Cobain, Morrison, and Hendrix, this must-see show will get you praying to the rock gods for more.  Tickets to their shows here  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Amy Winehouse, ce petit bout de londonienne à la voix contralto puissante et aux cheveux noir jais et eyeliner ultra épais, est l'une des artistes phares des années 2000.

GeekCypha 363 Sony Got an Ego Like DC: Unwarranted Description: Swing with us through the Sony Spider-Man Universe as Brian, dissects the stupidity, speculates on reason for making such bad films but ultimately congratulates Montreal's own Clark Backo joining "Venom 3." Go beyond the big screen with the thought-provoking "Black Ice" documentary and delve into captivating biopic conversation. From Bob Marley to Amy Winehouse, and Michael Jackson to The Beatles; are we getting too many biopics? On to the Geek News & Rumours, Marvel execs assure us the current changes are a "retooling," not a reboot, while Disney and Sony join forces for DVD and Blu-ray releases. Arrow's Stephen Amell takes the lead in "Suits: LA," and Jim Lee encourages Joe Manganiello to turn his Deathstroke origin film into a graphic novel. Plus we talk about our former namesake getting a lil shine over on Apple TV, with Snoopy Presents: Welcome Home, Franklin. Of course, we'll sprinkle in juicy rumors, hot takes, and geeky discussions about your favorite fandoms. Whether you're a web-slinging Spider-fan, a documentary buff, or a biopic enthusiast, we've got something for you. As always, the geek conversation continues. Share your theories and reactions with us using #GeekCypha. -- Catch Our Streams Every Wednesday @ 7PM ET on YouTube - ⁠YouTube.com/@FXAMedia⁠ or Twitch - ⁠Twitch.tv/geekcypha⁠    ----------------------------- Follow Us on Spotify - ⁠http://bit.ly/GeekCy⁠ Review Us on iTunes - ⁠http://bit.ly/iGeekCy⁠ ----------------------------- Follow Us on So⁠cials⁠ | ⁠Instagram⁠ | ⁠YouTube⁠ | ⁠Twitter⁠ -----------------------------  Follow The Host: ⁃ Doc @⁠BrianHolidae⁠  ⁃ Wendel @⁠JawzD⁠  ⁃ Dave @⁠merc_witta_mouth⁠  ⁃ Skinny @⁠actionfiggyskinny⁠ ⁃ Ness @⁠⁠woahitsness ----------------------------- Intro & Outro Music Track: "Distant Fires" Music provided by https://slip.stream Free Download / Stream: https://get.slip.stream/PNO1iG #Geekcypha Logo by @⁠BrianHolidae from BrianHolidae.com⁠ 

Tonight on Cryptique: Ryan and J discuss the 27 Club.  The 27 Club is comprised of celebrities who died at the age of 27.  The list is long indeed including Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, Robert Johnson, Brian Jones and so many more.  We talk about the White Lighter conspiracy, the problem with statistics, and the MOST rock n roll way to die!  Be sure to check out the new videos on YouTube where guests share slides and videos including the alien interrogation video!  @cryptiquepodcast    TikTok  @cryptique_podcast  X @podcastevil and we're on Truth and Gab as well! Let us know what you think at cryptiquepodcast@gmail.com  Buy us a coffee!  buymeacoffee.com/pi Check out out merch  https://cryptiquepodcaststore.com                                    

You know I'm no good…This week we “read” a coffee table book “by” legendary jazz singer Amy Winehouse. Curated by her parents, In Her Own Words is a collection of diary entries, photos, lyrics, report cards, and aspirational mood boards from a young Amy. We dive into the chanteuse's genius lyrics, her obsession with diners, why Lily was afraid of liking Amy in college, skull tattoos, Tony Bennett abuse, how to construct the perfect beehive, and, ultimately, the ethics behind making this book. PLUS, Steven promises to remake Back to Black…. *Stella not includedSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

durée : 00:51:36 - Affaires sensibles - par : Fabrice Drouelle - Aujourd'hui dans Affaires Sensibles, Amy Winehouse avec son look de pin-up des années 50 et son attitude de bad boy. Le tout avec la voix d'une diva noire à la Sarah Vaughan dans la peau d'une juive blanche, londonienne à l'accent cockney.

Chaque jour, deux chroniqueurs présentent les infos indispensables à connaître en matière de culture : les dernières actus musique, les sorties littéraires ou cinéma, les nouvelles pièces de théâtre et les séries à ne pas manquer… C'est ici !

Chaque jour, deux chroniqueurs présentent les infos indispensables à connaître en matière de culture : les dernières actus musique, les sorties littéraires ou cinéma, les nouvelles pièces de théâtre et les séries à ne pas manquer… C'est ici !

Georgia Tech is working to establish new research partnerships with minority-serving institutions and HBCUs through its Research Collaboration Initiative. George White, a principal research engineer and the senior director for Strategic Partnerships at Georgia Tech, and Taiesha Smith, the senior program manager for HBCUs and minority-serving institutions Research Partnerships at Georgia Tech, discuss details about the initiative.Plus, in December of 2018, for the launch of ‘Closer Look's Open For Business' series Rose interviewed Tremayne Perry, the owner of BUZZ Coffee and Winehouse. Five years later, the coffeeshop that has become a neighborhood staple in the Cascade Heights community is closing. Perry returns to the program to discuss why. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week, Tara and Kris are back! They're also sleepy, busy, and full of recommendations.  Kris is our official correspondent from this year's Women's Week in Provincetown. Then, Kris accuses Tara of lying about her height and Tara insists she's not because that inch is REAL.  Kris explores the sweeter side of David Beckham. Tara talks about a comedian's dreams of ice skating and Whitney Houston. Both discuss how watching so many documentaries has changed them (for the better!). And then, as always… the recommendations. Official Recommendations From Kris: Back to Black (2020) and Reclaiming Amy (2021)  This week, Kris recommends two documentaries about Amy Winehouse, Back to Black (2020) and Reclaiming Amy (2021). Taken separately, they tell conflicting stories that silo Winehouse into images that those creating the documentaries most want to portray. But, the truth is in the cracks, in the similarities and differences between accounts. From Tara: An Acquired Taste by Cheri Ritz (Bella Books) This week, Tara recommends An Acquired Taste by Cheri Ritz, which she describes as the ultimate gentle, cozy, lovely, sapphic romance. Set in a reality competition cooking show, it follows two former acting rivals who are both competing for something different: bragging rights as Celebrity Cook Off Champion. Maybe they'll cook up some love too? (We'll see ourselves out...) Works/People Discussed The Great British Baking Show (BBC One, BBC Two, Channel 4) The Great Canadian Baking Show (CBC Television) Beckham (2023) (Netflix) Survivor (CBS) Alone (History) Alone Australia (SBS) RuPaul's Drag Race UK (BBC Three) I Have Nothing (Crave Original) Baroness von Sketch Show (CBC Television) Handsome podcast Support & follow the show Buy us a Ko-fi Sign up for our newsletter on Substack Twitter: @queerlyrec Facebook: @QueerlyRecommended Instagram: @queerlyrecommended Blusky: @queerlyrec.bsky.social TikTok: @queerlyrecommended Get all our links on Linktr.ee Support local animal shelters by joining Kris's Patreon

As your hosts, we invite you to a journey through the stirring melancholy of a jazz standard that explores a profound sense of yearning and unrequited love. We present to you a haunting duet from Tony Bennett and Amy Winehouse in Body and Soul, a melody that will captivate you with its enchanting tunes and poignant lyrics. It echoes sentiments of complete devotion, surrender, and desperation, all for the sake of love. A love as agonizing as it is all-consuming, that's what Body and Soul is about. In this episode, we take a closer look at the song's deeper layers, revealing the raw, emotional essence that Bennett and Winehouse have so skillfully captured in their performance. We dissect the lyrics to appreciate the harsh reality of pursuing romance and the bittersweetness it brings. This unforgettable duet by Tony Bennett and Amy Winehouse is a testament to the power of jazz, and how it can encapsulate emotions in a way that is so real and palpable. Join us, as we dive into the world of jazz, unravel the beauty of its melodies, and shed light on the stories it tells.Support the showLa missione di FuffaWebFuffaWeb è da sempre impegnata nella diffusione della verità senza censura, e questo articolo fa parte del nostro impegno nel portare alla luce temi importanti. Vogliamo essere una risorsa affidabile per tutti voi, fornendo informazioni pertinenti e incoraggiando azioni positive.fuffa web online, free podcast : graffio@fuffaweb.com - mordicchio@fuffaweb.com FuffaWeb Italia, il podcast di qualita anti fuffa .news - arte - musica - crescita personale - moda - gaming - cucinaQUESTE LE RUBRICHE CHE SINTEIZZANO GLI ARGOMENTI DA NOI TRATTATI PER TIPOLOGIA D'EPISODIOFuffaWeb è da sempre impegnata nella diffusione della verità senza censura, e questo articolo fa parte del nostro impegno nel portare alla luce temi importanti.Vogliamo essere una risorsa affidabile per tutti voi, fornendo informazioni pertinenti e incoraggiando azioni positive.Un ringraziamento speciale a tutti Voi Se il nostro podcast ti piace, vota qui: I love FuffaWeb Italia Vota il nostro podcast, il tuo punto di vista conta per noi, e per gli altri, clicca il link qui sotto ed esprikmi il tuo paraere, ci contiamo, grazie:#PodcastGratis #AscoltaOra #NuovoEpisodio #PodcastDellSe...

Although her time on Earth was cut short, Amy Winehouse left and indelible mark on music. Lisa Tomlins is a singer who has been involved with a series of Winehouse tribute shows over the years. Lisa joins us for this week's music feature.

On the first episode of One Song, Diallo and Luxxury break down a neo soul classic: Rehab, by Amy Winehouse. Listen along as the guys delve into the song's recording process, Winehouse's iconic vocal delivery, and its lasting impact on popular music.