Doc & Son

Greetings, fellow listeners. I just found out this morning that my grandpa was having an operation on his back and it got me very nervous learning about it. To settle myself, I mellow out to the best of The Beatles whilst praying for my grandpa.

Greetings, fellow listeners. I give a rapid-fire update on my new upcoming cinema-centered podcast, express my enthusiasm for my ever so multi-talented friend Jordyn's podcast appearance which is around the corner, get giddy over preparing to catch my all-time favorite rock group live, and honoring the legendary Sir Paul McCartney's 81st birthday (June 18, 1942) early with my rendition of his sparky hit which is also the title of the 1973 James Bond classic "Live and Let Die".

Fellow listeners, a major announcement is brought to you out of nowhere: Happy birthday to my astounding mom, Rosa Maria. Born on this day (June 8) as the daughter to my wonderful grandparents and sacrificial loving mother to me and my sister from my ass-pain dad for thirty years. Hear me shower her in affection with three awesome renditions of the loudest and sweetest. Hear my words, children: LOVE YOUR MOM. Also within this drop, I am officially starting a new podcast. It's basically me and whoever I invite on to dive deep into whichever work of cinema we have a common cutch for in the duration of 45-120 minutes. Coming to a podcast platform near you on June 26.

Greetings, fellow listeners. Welcome to the month of June. It's crazy to imagine how fast time flies and how quickly things in the world change for the "Meh". But other than that, what other way to start off the sunshiny sixth month than for you to feast your ears to the sound of Mariano Oliver returning for a fourth time to chow down on a platter of mouth-watering beef stroganoff conjured up by my culinary sorceress mom, whom aside from my dad is present alongside us for this gourmet get which suddenly turned into an unexpected brainstorm for me to create a new film-based podcast in which I can use all my limitless knowledge of cinema to babble on about with other fellow film fanatics and probably make a profit off of it. This spew show features a double encore with a double dedication: Led Zeppelin masterpiece "Stairway to Heaven" for my brother-in-crime Rene Rivero's 45th birthday today (June 1) and the somber and sweet Springsteen piece "My Father's House" from his masterful melancholic album "Nebraska" to commemorate the 22nd anniversary of the passing of Mariano's father (June 2, 2001).

Ahoy, fella eargoers. A mighty squall be-a brewin' as ye hear me rave on about absolute muck as it always be and then blowin' ya down with lil' known ditty titled "November Rain" from a peculiar people goin' by the name Guns N'Roses.

Fellow listeners, I'm in mourning. Reassure me as I gush out my pain and sorrow over a very great friend of mine who took his own life exactly two weeks ago today and I reminisce on all the the greatness of his nature and the good and wonderful times we had together. Honor his memory with me by tearing up to "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" by Boys II Men (Note: If you hear sniffling and stifled crying in the background, please understand).

Greetings, fellow listeners. If you thought I wasn’t up with the times, brace yourselves for what may be the most out-of-touch jib-jab to have taken place. This convo is ear candy to all youse freakin’ Gen Z punk heads because me and my old fart co-host folks try to understand the millennial minds of guests forty-nine through fifty-one: Team Coneheads members Bryan Howard, Caroline Findeisen, and Casey Puett. Topics discussed in the chitchat besides bowling: the trio being completely unfamiliar with the classic SNL sketches which are the names of the teams in their league, living life on the lanes, attempting to befriend equals from my so-called “generation”, trying to understand the popular common trends of this new day and age, finding out whether we have certain common interests or not, and understanding more about Carol’s situation living with the effects of Crohn’s disease.

Guess what, fellow listeners? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! I've been living and breathing on this planet for 23 years since May 2, 2000 and I still don't relate with the people of my generation and yet I can miraculously edit the audio of my podcast on the computer. Anyways, I had a marvelous shindig in my backyard with friends and family flooded with Mexican catering and made this episode that's made up of four separate conversations with special guests forty-one through forty-eight: Team More Cowbell, Tim, Austin and Joe, and Robert. Afterwards, I rendition "The Scientist" by Coldplay as my big encore.

Bonjourno, fellow listeners. Polish your auditory canals and wind up your ears because I'm about to STRIKE up a cool conversation with Vince Bouza, Bird Bowl buddy o'mine and fortieth guest of the pod. We go on for whatever time we have dishing on his time served in the Army and transitioning to computer work after resigning, life on the lanes, living nerdy at thirty, recently getting hitched to his sweetheart and plotting out the rest of their lives together.

Greetings, fellow listeners. Feast your ears on what is now officially my all-time favorite jibber jabber of the podcast with somebody who outstandingly fascinates me. Not only is she the pod's thirty-sixth guest, but she's also a real great friend of mine. Jennifer Mendes and I first came together at Tea & Poets nearly two months ago and each of us saw something in the other that sparked a sturdy-going friendship despite her being a first-born millennial. We go on for what's usually the duration of our typical phone calls about how we first met and clicked, her taking on the roles of a full-time employee and all-time mom to two highly intelligent and independent girls, and we dish out on common interests and unfamiliar territories. However, this also happens to be probably the most awkward situation I've ever been placed in because Jen's eldest daughter Ari (Thirty-seven) tags along and my Aunt Mercedes (Thirty-eight) and Uncle Patricio (Thirty-nine) from Mexico joins in the chit-chat and I totally didn't plan on spinning the bottle on either one of them. But what the hell? Such is life.

Greetings, fellow listeners. It's been ages since we had a guest on the pod and this one planted a self-reflective implant in my brain. Cristina Ramirez, the pod's thirty-fifth guest, sits down with us to talk about crossing paths at Hole in the Wall, our mutual acquaintance with my old high school geometry teacher and bowling coach, teaching English and journalism to high schoolers, participating in awareness for Autism, and her incredible transition from film major to journalism major. Not only was this a really neat conversation, but it felt like an unexpected breakthrough at a therapy session.

Greetings, fellow listeners. We've rapidly sprung into spring, the sun is shining, and the buds are blooming. How to kick off this month? By giving y'all a recap of who I happily met at MegaCon 2023 in Orlando over April Fools Day Weekend. I then pay my deepest respects to the tragic passing of tormented music legend Kurt Cobain who died 29 years ago on this very day (Also my cool friend Mike Perez's birthday who ironically turned 27, the age Kurt was when he died) with my rendition of RHCP's spectacular hit "The Heavy Wing" from one of their most recent albums "Unlimited Love".

Greetings, fellow listeners. Widen your Vulcan ears and set your phasers to JAM because we're gonna beam you up a mix of Bowie's "Space Oddity" in observance of the 92nd birthday of Captain James T. Kirk himself, William Shatner (born March 22, 1931), and a quadruple spin of the album "Please Please Me" by The Beatles in honor of the 60th anniversary of the Fab Four's debut album (March 22, 1963).

Greetings, fellow listeners. For all those who don't give the slightest crap about the Ides of March, I've got nothing to say except catch me giving my rendition of the sweet-sounding melody "Toledo" by Elvis Costello and late composing legend Burt Bacharach. 

Greetings, fellow listeners. I'm boiling with suppressed rage and so I've decided to let it all out on your ears along with a double encore of "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison and the underrated ditty "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" from the Beatles White Album.

Slàinte, fellow listeners. The month of March has made it's way in a flash which means it's time to break out the green in all forms of product with shirts, hats, soap, deodorant, veggies, marshmallows, and barf. Let us kick off the month of luck with I harmonizing to "My Way" by none other than Frank Sinatra, the Chairman himself, as my way of saying "Happy Birthday" to my incredible close friend Jim Carpenter, who's turning 91 this Friday (March 3).

Happy second anniversary, fellow D&S listeners! It was two years ago this past Monday (February 20, 2021) when we launched into the pod-verse which started as just me and my dad sitting in front of a computer talking into a Blue Snowball microphone babbling BS for 10-15 minutes and then evolved into having 45-120-minute full-length in-depth conversations with people who really interest us and it's been an incredibly awesome on-going ride that's never going to stop. Celebrate with us while we acknowledge what we've accomplished so far with a little D&S one-on-one and an encore with "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen.

Happy Valentine's Day, fellow lovebirds. Today is the day when Cupid shoots his arrows into your anuses and you fall for the gal or guy of your dreams and you shower them in chocolates and candies and flowers and smooches. NOT ME! I am just and always will be a single, lonely, and loveless fool. Hear me sulk about being anti-valentine and then suck it up with a triple encore consisting of "(It Looks Like) I'll Never Fall in Love Again" by Tom Jones, "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day in observation of the fifth anniversary of the terribly tragic Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School shooting (February 14, 2018), and "All You Need Is Love" by The Beatles to drown away all the previous downers and dreariness. 

Greetings, fellow listeners. It's been quite a while since I went solo and now I've returned to babble on by myself for the forty-third time. I give an update about being stricken once again with COVID last week and now dealing with the burden of passing it on to my grandparents and now my mom. After that, I give a handful of shout-outs to a couple of peeps within my peer circle, observing the birthdays of living and deceased famous people, and giving y'all a double encore with my rendition of RHCP's hit "Otherside" and serving up "December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night)" by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons in observance of the 80th birthday of badass mofo JOE F**KIN' PESCI!!! (born February 9, 1943).

Greetings, fellow listeners. Welcome to February! What you're prepared to hear just happens to be a real good time. Me and my mom hang around the dining room table to kick and shoot it with some ultra cool cats by the names of Jordyn, Diego, and Gabe (Friend of theirs who I hadn't met until they arrived), guests thirty-two, thirty-three, and thirty-four. We scratch the surface with first meeting at Tea & Poets, bonding through our love of RHCP and jamming to them at the same concert together, gushing out on music and learning the functions of band work and promotion, and sharing our individual destiny plans. Three cheers for my mom conducting this well-driven hang sesh. Follow It's Just Decoration, Jordyn and Diego's band, on YouTube and Instagram (@itsjustdecoration) and catch them live at the Underground Coffehaus in Fort Lauderdale this coming Saturday, February 4th.