This is exactly right. Hello and welcome. To my favorite murder. The mini-soaked. That's right. That's my line. I can say it. I'm glad you got it. I did fine. You did it. I'm proud of you. Line. The mini-soaked. The mini-soaked. And it's a very special mini-soaked. We just announced that we are bringing the wonderful podcast, Disgrace Land, onto the exactly right network. We are so excited. Jake Brennan is finally here joining our Marvel Universe with us. That's right. And Disgrace Land and Hollywood Land, two amazing podcasts. Most of you probably have listened to them. They've been around forever. They're amazing. But now they're here with us. They're so excited. So we're going to read you some hometowns that have to do with the music world, just to kind of give it a little homage to Disgrace Land. Yeah. Disgrace Land is about musicians behaving badly in criminal ways. And Hollywood Land, of course, is about celebrities doing the same. So we picked some stories to reference that. Yeah. You want to go first? Sure. Okay. We're starting off strong with a hardcore true crime story. Yeah. Hello. Murderino Sisters here. It is taking all of our willpower and not to fangirl over the mere thought of you reading our email so we will try our hardest to cut to the chase. Our sister got married this summer in our hometown of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Imagine a year filled with the flurry of bridesmaid events and group texting leading up to our sister's big day. Finally, after a stunning wedding, it was party time. We were excited that our sister hired a local celebrity named DJ Freeze to host her reception. Like famous like every childhood school carnival, every high school dance, House DJ to our grimy 18 and up night clubs, famous. At the reception, the bridal party toasts and the speeches drew on and on. We snuck out to find the wedding coordinators and discussed adding an hour to our venue contract so we could have more party time because the speeches went so long. Really? Nobody wants that. So boring. Who cares? Nobody cares. Talk about it privately, please. We had to talk separately to our boy DJ Freeze since he was on a separate contract. What I thought started as a schmoozy, hey, what would it take for you to work an extra hour? Conversations soon went downhill. DJ Freeze was dramatically offended by my cash offer and threatened to tell the bride and groom. Luckily, we were able to save the day, but it turned into me slapping too many $100 bills into Freeze's hand and telling him, your music sucks like the immature adult I am. Luckily, the party went off without a hitch and our sister never knew what a DB DJ Freeze was to us. 36 hours later, our phones illuminate to a flurry of group texts. What could the bridesmaids possibly have left to discuss? Well, apparently murder. That Monday morning, I fucking remember this happening. Really? That Monday morning, the headline read, cold case cracked, suspect arrested in connection to 1992 murder of Kristi Mirac. Rewind to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, December 1992. Kristi Mirac is a 24-year-old elementary school teacher who lived in the apartments about 1.5 miles from her childhood home in the same complex as many of our friends. She had a classroom of students awaiting her arrival to school on that last day before the holiday break. The school principal discovered her body as he visited her apartment after many phone calls went unanswered. She was 24. She had wrapped a book for each student as a Christmas present and the gifts were found scattered around the room where her body was found. After thousands of tips came in and interviews were conducted, the investigators were left without any leads and ultimately, the case went cold. Kristi's family continued to fight to keep her story in the forefront of our community. They used to have billboards along the freeway begging our community to continue to come forward with any leads. Then in May 2018, 25 years later, the case was cracked wide open thanks to our new favorite crime-solving method, Ancestry DNA. This break came less than two months after the Golden State Killer conviction using Ancestry DNA and it is our understanding that at this time, this was only the second case in the United States that has been solved using this method. Within only two days of receiving those Ancestry DNA results and conducting interviews in Lancaster, investigators were able to locate their only suspect, now 49-year-old Raymond Rowe, aka DJ Freeze. Once Raymond Rowe was identified as her suspect in May 2018, undercover agents surveilled him almost immediately at an elementary school carnival in Lancaster where he was working a DJ gig. The agents recovered chewing gum and a water bottle that Raymond Rowe had discarded in the trash. DNA tests on these items soon proved that he, in fact, was a match to the mystery DNA found on and under Kristi Murak's body 25 years before. This break in the case emerged for the investigators just hours before Raymond Rowe showed up to DJ our sister's wedding. No. Wait, did he know? No. Oh, so that was like the cop's new, but he hadn't been. Yeah. Oh, I think after Raymond Rowe was arrested less than two days after the wedding. Yeah, yeah, he would have known. It has not been determined if or how Raymond Rowe knew Kristi Murak before murdering her. He lived in the same town just miles from the crime scene for more years following the murder than Kristi Murak lived her life in its entirety. Isn't that the creepy thing, like same thing with the Golden State Killer where they just sit in their own neighborhood and just their living regular life? It's baffling. It's so upsetting and it's so like, yeah. I'm just baffling. Hiding in plain sight. Yeah. Police arrested him at his home without incident and he is currently being held with outbond in the Lancaster County Jail while he awaits trial. SSTGMAA. Wow. I know. And so this email was actually sent in October 26, 2018. Oh, so a long time ago. Yeah. Some updates. This story is still unfolding, but Raymond Rowe, DJ Freeze, pleaded guilty in January 2019, but less than a year later, he began appealing his conviction. And this is from Lancaster Online. Rowe testified at an August 2021 hearing that he and Murak had a secret relationship. And the day she was killed, he said they had consensual sex and she was a lie when he left the townhouse. And so he's appealing his latest loss in a bid to have DNA testing done on other items at the scene. So that's the update. Wow. Slowly, but surely you're going to convert me to liking cold cases because when you start an email like that and people start telling that story where it's like, please tell me that they found it. Yeah. Please tell me that it's over. I know. And there was like less than nothing as far as evidence goes back, you know, that they had as he wasn't a suspect. I don't think. Right. There's just nobody in her life. Yeah. So the fact that they found him is just purely because of DNA and investigative research. Yeah. The cold case team. Wow. Okay. This is also, you know, true, crimey, but definitely a different direction. The subject line of this email is I almost got fired for refusing to serve R. Kelly. And one of it, it's a great email that has a lot of interesting tidbits in it, but also Jake covered R. Kelly on Disgrace Land, his episode 179, June of 2024. And the title is R. Kelly, superstars, super predators and a 20 year reign of sexual terror. Wow. So if you have not heard Disgrace Land's coverage of the R. Kelly, you know, journey, I guess we could call it. Episode 179. Go listen to that. It's episode 179. So this email starts, hello all. I've been in the fine dining service industry for almost 16 years. Naturally, many celebrities have dined at establishments that I've worked at. I won't name names, but just know that Patty Smith is a sweetheart. And just to now double plug, Disgrace Land has an episode that's all about Patty Smith. It came out April 7th, so you can go listen to it now. Wow. He does it all. Okay. So back in July of 2019, I was working in the Gold Coast or Chicago in the, what they call the Viagra Triangle, which is essentially where rich old men bring their mistresses. Oh my God. Gross shower. It's just a bleach bath, please. So it says R. Kelly and his group of lawyers came into dine in my section. His bodyguard or manager had overheard the conversation I had with the matriot D about my refusal to wait on a fucking predator and blew up on me. Good for you. He said something along the line of everybody's got to eat to which I replied, if I ran a bodega, I wouldn't sell him ramen noodles. Let's not bring ramen noodles into it. And bodega. They're just as good as any fucking steak and bodega. The matriot D told me to go outside and cool off. What a classic matriot D move. Go cool off. Hey, how about you cool off? Needless to say, yet another employee served the table. Also in my section was a group of men who had repeatedly asked to take pictures with him. The undistinguished Mr. Kelly refused photos due to bad press at the time, but instead decided to pick up their check because he knew I was their waiter and it would be an excuse for me to approach him again after the scene that was made earlier. I handed him the check to sign, which he did, but he had written a zero on the tip line. I opened the book holding the check in front of him, saw that he had stiffed me, laughed and said, yeah, that sounds about right. And walked away. His entourage complained to management about my behavior to a point where I was almost fired and they waited outside the restaurant and followed me to the train. Calling me multiple derogatory terms, the pinnacle of class. Though I no longer work at this establishment and I highly doubt he listens to your show in prison. I relish the fact that this story helped me have a dialogue with my wonderful girlfriend. I met only a few days before this incident drew us closer together. She introduced me to your show. And when we go on road trips, one of us always asks the question, you want to listen to the girls? Thank you both for all you do. Stay sexy and please remember that tipping 20% is bare minimum. Yes. Sincerely, Hayden. Wow, Hayden. Hayden standing up fighting the good fight all alone. Appreciate you. That's fucking awesome. Yeah. 22% is my minimum now. I mean, yeah. You got it. Also, the excuse everyone's got to eat is disgusting. Come on. Seriously. I have one more. Where are you going? I have two more. Yeah. No, I'm sorry. I'm not going anywhere. I just want to see what I was doing. David Bowie's arrest story in Rochester, New York. And so David Bowie was covered in Disgraceland on episode 71. So check that out. It's called David Bowie the occult cocaine, orgies, arrest, exorcism, a weird flirtation with fascism and a dead body. That's the Disgraceland episode. It's so good. I listened to that whole thing and it's great. And you know David Bowie's mugshot, right? You've seen it, everyone? He was only snorting cocaine and eating red peppers. At the time, like that was his diet. That was his thing. Hi, Georgia and Karen. I'm originally from India, but I've been living in Rochester, New York for four years now. What a weird switch to go from India to Rochester, New York. Upstate New York. A little bit chillier, I would say, in upstate New York. The city has a lot of history. Home of Susan B. Anthony, Frederick Douglass, began publishing the North Star newspaper here and of course, George Eastman. But after the demise of Kodak, nothing exciting has really happened here. Today, I was looking through a local boutique. I want to say bouquet so bad. And found a wall print of David Bowie's mugshot dated March 25th, 1976. I had to Google the backstory. Back in the day, famous people held concerts here. Must be nice. Bowie performed at the community war memorial and headed back to his hotel room for general merriment. With him was his bodyguard, Iggy Pop and three girls, one of whom was a local he had taken a fancy to during the concert. Iggy Pop and David Bowie together. We're just going to go hang out at the, at the Hyatt. Zero percent body fat. Let's just do so much cocaine. A hundred percent cocaine, zero percent body fat, so many red peppers. As they were hanging out, three police officers showed up at the door. Bowie opened the door and was instantly knocked backwards by the officers trying to get in. The entire party was busted for possession of half a pound of marijuana. Turns out two of the girls present at the party were undercover, acting on a tip that they would find cocaine in his hotel room. And police had set up shop in the adjacent room listening through the wall using a stethoscope. Come on, Rochester. Yeah, bring your A game, please. We thought you were cooler than that. When one of the girls asked where she could score some, which is entrapment, for sure. It was reason enough for them to barge in. Guys, enjoy. Although no cocaine, there was ample marijuana to make the arrest. Bowie and company were held in Monroe County jail for a few hours, but let go on a $2,000 bail each so that he could drive on to his next concert location. Apparently Bowie was afraid of flying. After his American tour, he went back to England on a boat. Oh, shit. Anyway, in May, 1976, the charges were dismissed after a grand jury declined to indict Bowie because they're not fucking marks. At the time of his initial hearing, a reporter had asked him if he had any sour feelings about returning to Rochester after the arrest, to which Bowie had replied, certainly not, absolutely not. Needless to say, he never performed in Rochester again. Or is not. Stay sexy and only reveal your stash to the trusted. Say Lee, pronounced, say Lee, she, her. I mean, such a good story. I'm sure they did that to anybody that was coming through town. Oh, for sure. That whose hair was like longer than their chin. It was like a feminine man. Got forbid. Yeah, that crazy, those crazy rock and roll boys. I told you that my dad and I one holiday break were watching the Bowie documentary and I just kind of flipped it on and left it there. And he or he was flipping around. He left it there. And then I was like, he's not turning it. So I was just staying quiet and watching it with him. And he watched it for like a half an hour through all these crazy stories and performances. And then he in one shot, he's walking on stage barefoot. And my dad goes, oh, he's barefoot and changes the channel. That's what gets him off the Bowie. Barefoot was barefoot to live it too far. Dropping acid, dressing like a spider from Mars. None of it is all fine with Jim. He can't. He just can't tolerate bare feet. Oh, look at this. I mean, I think it's gross, but. You're on board. I am. OK. Well, now that we're in true rock and roll worlds. And I'm not going to read you the subject line and I'll tell you about the disgrace lined episode that this connects to a hand. This just starts when I was a very punk rock teenager in Boston in the late 90s. I worked at a fancy punk goth clothing store on Newberry street. We worked on commission and whoever greeted the customer first was their sales person throughout and got the sale. One day the store was empty on a Friday afternoon and this middle aged couple came in. They weren't in my section, but after 15 minutes, no one had gone to help. And the man was holding a bunch of pants to try on. I went over and introduced myself and offered to start a room for him. He had a British accent and he told me his band was playing in town that night and he was looking for clothes to wear on stage. We got a lot of musicians, so I didn't really react or ask any follow up questions. Instead, I just started offering him more pants. I remember specifically complimenting him on his diamond star earring. He shopped with me for about 30 minutes and then went to the dressing room where I explained that we had a three item per room limit. Who is it? Okay. But I would stand outside the door and just swap things out with him. His wife and he both laughed and said, you think I'm going to run off with something? He said, you think I'm going to run off with something in a jokey manner? I responded also in a jokey way. You never know. So I stood there as he tried on pants and opened the door to hand them back out and get new ones. After he bought about $500 worth of stuff and they left, my manager came over with the sales receipt and said dumbfounded. Do you know who that was? Oh my God. Okay. Tell me. Some guy who's bands playing tonight, I answered uncertainly. He then showed me the signature very clearly written. Ringo star. One of the Beatles was going to shoplift some pants from their store. Okay. Go on. I just don't, I'm sweet. Okay. I could not have been more embarrassed, but I hope he enjoyed not being recognized and being treated like everyone else. Doubt it. Actually, I fucking doubt it. You're a Beatle. Well, but maybe for that very reason, like since ever, since he was 28 years old, yeah, no one's treated ever treated him like that, I bet unless they're trying to be cute. Or was he like, Oh no, I've lost it. I don't know. Also what band? Cause it wasn't the Beatles. Oh, maybe the traveling will breeze. There you go. And then it just assigned Erica and then it says PS his boxers with. What? You saw his boxers? PS's boxers were white with a blue pinstripe and he and his wife were both incredibly nice. You just gave away at the most secret piece of information you possibly could. And they're like, but they're such lovely people. The Ringo Star wears boxers. Oh my God. But like, I feel like the nineties, if it was someone like you didn't really know in a band and a big band, but Ringo, I feel like everyone recognized Ringo Star back then. I guess you'd think so, but maybe that's, she was punk rock. That's what they said. Punk rock and like our generation would. Maybe we're the cutoff. Wow. That was so entertaining. So if you want to hear more about Ringo Star, go to episode one 11 of disgraced land because that episode is called Ringo Star busted by Mexican federales, threatened by French Canadian separatists and the king of feel. And he wears boxers and white boxers. That's our addition to the show. Rural Britain, is there any greater value out there than giga clear full fiber from only 19 pounds a month? It's out of this world. Speed and reliability. Fast upload and downloadiness right here in rural tranquility. Saturn's rings. Is that a bull? Gigaclear, faster broadband for rural Britain from only 19 pounds a month. TZZ's apply. 18 month contract. Prices may rise during contract. Check availability at gigaclear.com. Okay, this one is about Taylor Swift, who was covered in disgrace land on episode 93. Hey, K and G, thank you for being my eardrum besties these past eight years and counting. In 2010, I was in a college acapella group called the UCSD tri tritones. Tritones. The name is a musical pun on our mascot King Triton. Tritones. Perfect. One casual day about casual. Wasn't a serious day. Is this UC San Diego? No. Yeah. UCSD. It is. UCSD. Yeah, San Diego. The tritons. I want to see that mascot. One casual day about halfway through the school year, we received an email from someone claiming to be the business manager of none other than Taylor Swift. They asked if we were interested in being backup singers for Taylor's upcoming performance at the American Country Music Awards. But it was a secret act since we, the choir would not be revealed until the end of the song for dramatic effect. We all thought, yeah, right. There was no way this email slash opportunity was legit. Well, it totally was. Turns out they were looking for singers around her age and they found us via a video we posted to YouTube singing a T Swift cover of You Belong With Me. Pretty sure. Is that the same song from the second first one? Different song. Damn it. That would have been cool. Pretty sure the video was terrible quality by 2024 standards and was taken in a poorly lit lecture hall, but it did the trick in helping us get discovered. Yeah, it did. A few months later in April, we, a random collection of college kids had the gig of a lifetime at the 45th ACMAs in Las Vegas. We did our best to keep it from our friends and family who mostly found out from watching us on national cable TV. Says hello 2010. So cool. I will say Taylor is truly a class act. We had to record the bass track on Easter weekend due to limited studio availability. She took the time out of her holiday to call in from Nashville to say hi and personally thank us for our time. I mean, that is classy beyond belief. There's so many celebrities and people who let everybody else do work like that. Right. And like you're lucky to be working with me. Yeah. No. Then after the performance, she did her best to give as many of us individual hugs before being whisked away by her security team. I wonder how many people are in that choir. Probably a lot. Just like it's a choir. We also got hugs from her super sweet mom who at the time said she'd never missed one of her daughter's performances to date. And then that emoji that's about to start crying. Oh, and there were a ton of extra bonus love sightings from the night, including Reba, Carrie Underwood, Matthew McConaughey, Kristen Bell, Cher and LL Cool J who introduced us by name NBD. The Tritones. The Tritones. Ladies and gentlemen. Fourteen years later, this is still by far the coolest thing that has happened to me. Well, up until the birth of my baby boy six weeks ago. Stay sexy and trust sketchy emails from people claiming to be business managers. Question mark? Chelsea. I mean, I love that story, Chelsea. So exciting. That did happen to me and Ally with Food Network in 2009. Hey, we liked your video on Facebook. Do you want to make more videos? Like, fuck you, creep. It was Food Network. But it was actually Food Network. Fuck you, creep. Did you say the words fuck you, creep? No, I just didn't respond. I would love it if in an email. Fuck you, creep. Hey, that happened when I was, of course, very young and I got a call on a Saturday. Can you come into audition for Seinfeld? And I immediately said, fuck off whoever this is and hung up the phone. And they called back and were like, they were laughing, but they're like, oh, we understand why you would do that. But it is actually because they were calling me directly and normally that's not how it went. And I couldn't stop laughing. And then I had actually a very good audition for the first word I said, but I got a laugh and then distracted myself and then didn't remember the rest of my single line. Yeah. But the good news is the character in the line didn't make it to the episode. What's the line? Give it to us now, like the best you could do. You know how Lane danced weird? Yeah. So we're back at the same staff party where she's going to dance weird again. And I am the cater waiter who comes up and the line I got a laugh on because the first thing was you're just offering people flout us. And so I went flout us and I did it with a fake accent. And it got it got a laugh in a room that Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David were in. And there was literally like to me in my mind, it was like 30 writers, but I bet you it was 10. Yeah. But but it was a huge writers, Seinfeld writers laughing. And so then flout us. I gave it a nice. And then the casting director said whatever the next line was. I think it's a lane's line. And then I was just kind of blanked out because I was like, man, that was awesome. I did it. What was the line? You don't remember? It was something like, remember, hey, remember like Lady Who Dance Crazy last year? And but I'm saying it to her. The whole joke and point never eaten a flout us again. I mean, I can't look at it. I can't look at them. It gives me acid stomach. Holy shit. I know. So OK, here's my last one. The subject line of these emails trash grandma shushed at newsies. So there's no disgrace land episode connecting to this, but talk about a punk rock grandma. OK, hi, Karen and Georgia. My nan is the best kind of trash grandma. She has always been sassy, independent and brutally honest. Growing up, if we complained about being thirsty, she'd say, drink your spit. Ew. Hungry, bite your tongue. She pulled this is this. These are my people. She pulled out my first tooth with slightly rusty needle nose pliers. You get the picture. In around 2012, my family and I all went to see newsies on Broadway. Do you remember that musical? My poor Nan has always had bad hearing, which caused issues when watching the show. She couldn't hear anything that was happening, and she kept loudly whispering to my sister, what did they say? And what's going on? And who is that? We kept telling her that she was whispering too loudly, but that only made things worse because then she would yell, what did you say? It was pointless to try to get her to be quieter, and it must be really hard to not be able to hear what's going on around you. For sure. All right. That's a nice little parenthetical of empathy. Yeah. At some point, people around us started to notice, including the man in front of us who started shushing her. He eventually got so frustrated that he turned around and yelled, please. Just please. Oh, I want to, I want to berate this man, but I feel for him. No, I was him when we went to see Hamilton. Really? A full family that was like, hey, do you ever see like full voice conversation? No, that's not okay. But like a little old lady. A little old lady is different, but this was like every member of the family. No, fuck you all. Making small talk back there. And I did a full lean forward and turned my upper body like a horror movie as far around as I could. And I was like, will you please stop talking? And they say the father was like, I'm so sorry. And he got them all together. And they did. Only then did we realize that the man who had been shushing my nan was none other than Star Trek legend, George T'Kai. No, you can't hurt George T'Kai. Please don't infuriate George T'Kai. Of course my trash grandmother just responded, well, excuse me, who the hell does he think he is? George T'Kai. That's who. That's what they wrote. My nan is 90 years old and has pretty aggressive dimension now. But this story always reminds me of who she is at her core, which is a blunt, hilarious, badass woman who has lived a long and wonderful life. Stay sexy and hug your grandparents if you still have them. Gracie. Oh my God, Gracie. There couldn't have been a better person to like that to surprise you with the shush you're crying. It's so it's like a sketch on TV. Cause George T'Kai is like the chillest, greatest, like lovely person, right? And he you pissed him off. You know that he's going to be funny like hello, like that whole character of George T'Kai and you pushed him to the brink. Newsies. At Newsy's, which is the award winning news. The award winning news. Everybody loves everybody's favorite. I'm trying to listen to the newspaper musical. Grandma. Well, that was it. Just Graceland, make sure you check that out. Hollywoodland too. Subscribe, great review, all the good things that help so much. We're so excited to have Jake Brennan on this network. That's right. Tell us your, your fucked up musician stories. Whatever they are. Yeah, we'll start doing just Graceland right out from under him. Great idea. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Goodbye. Elvis, do you want a cookie? 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