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All right, let's do this. How are you? What the fuckers? What the fuck buddies what the fucksters?

What's happening? I'm Mark Marin. This is my podcast

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To be honest with you, as maybe you can tell from the last

Episode of my show if you listen I've been a little cranky little out of sorts a little on edge

and I am still that. But I'm gonna try to track it. I'm gonna try to be happy for all of us.

That's what I'm gonna try to do. I'm gonna try to be chipper for everyone. I'm in Atlanta. I just got here.

I'm here for one more day of shooting of the film Respect and it's a church scene. It's gonna take place.

What it's representing, what we are filming is Aretha's recording of her amazing Grace concert, which oddly I just watched on the airplane flying out here.

It's kind of profound in a way and I tried to find Jerry Wexler among the people in the film. Sidney Pollock shot the film.

I guess Spike Lee had something to do with sort of resurrecting the pieces of the film and something went wrong with it.

I don't know the exact story. The record is great. That's been reissued and is the biggest selling gospel album of all time to this day.

But the film was somehow incomplete and they put something together. But it's interesting to see Aretha doing that concert or that.

It's really a church service knowing where she was at in her life and what she was going through and how much she needed to connect to her spirituality and just seeing her digging within herself to find those songs, to connect with those gospel songs that she known since she was a kid.

It was kind of wild to watch that with new eyes after having done this movie for a while and know the story a bit more about where she was at and what was going on.

And there's in Jerry Wexler is in the documentary very little. I was hoping to glean a bit of information in terms of what I might be wearing or how my facial hair looked.

But I think we're just going to keep it steady and I'll be wearing something 70s-ish. Probably not-ish. Probably exactly from the 70s. I'll be wearing something from the 70s, no doubt.

So I'm here in Atlanta and I'm a little unhinged. I've completely slipped off of my righteous eating behavior. I think something to do with my back being fucked up and not being able to exercise and having gone through the holidays and not quite wrangled it back in. I'm strung out.

I'm fucking sugar and meat and garbage. I can feel the pounds coming back and for those of you who know me, not a great place to be. Not a great place for any of us to be where you just feel it happening. You can't stop it from happening.

And all I'm thinking about is fucking ripping into those KitKat bars in whatever you call it.

Yeah, they got some shit in the room. I already went through the cashews. They gave me some trail mix as a welcoming thing. It's fucking. There's many twigs. There's KitKats over there. Pringles. I don't give a shit about Pringles. I don't care about chocolate chip cookies.

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