Monsters and Mysteries in America. Monsters and Mysteries in America was an American documentary television series that premiered March 2. April 1, 2. 01. 5 on Destination America. Repeats air on the networks sister station, the Discovery Channel. It also sometimes airs on Animal Planet, particularly during one of their Monster weeks. In the United Kingdom, the series airs on the Sky owned television channel Pick as Monsters and Mysteries. OvervieweditUnlike predecessors such as In Search Of. Jaws.jpg' alt='Watch Air America Online Hollywoodreporter' title='Watch Air America Online Hollywoodreporter' />Monster. Quest, the series includes numerous legends in each episode and features first person witness encounters. Each episode is split into three segments, all focusing on one particular monster, legend, or phenomenon. Ron Bowman has served as show runner and writer since the series launch. In Season 1 episodes focused on a specific region in the United States in later seasons, stories within episodes were based on a variety of towns all around the country. Lyle Blackburn of Rue Morgue. American. Monsters. Rob Morphy has served, among others, as a consultant and illustrator for the program. EpisodeseditSeries overvieweditSeason 1 2. Season 2 2. 01. 32. Season 3 2. 01. 5editReviewseditAllison Keene of The Hollywood Reporter describes the series This series. Its refreshing in its lack of snark, and even though there are many unintentionally hilarious moments. TV that is rampant in the current documentary scene. See alsoeditReferencesedit. The Hollywoodreporter. On our last night in Corsica, we crossed half the island just to go to Guitar Nights in a tiny village called Patrimonio. Tommy Emmanuel and the John Butler Trio were playing at a guitar festival there. 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Do Racy Miss USA Photos, Videos Go Too. The Girl In The Park Full Movie Part 1 here. Miss America. Watch CBS News Videos Online. If youve never seen Tommy Emmanuel, you really should and I dont care if you dont like guitar music. Im not especially fond of guitars myself I prefer playing the fool, but I saw Tommy Emmanuel a few years ago in Chantilly when friends of mine had been asked to open for him. Despite my total lack of enthusiasm for guitars an all too easily abused instrument owned by far too many mediocre players, I was hooked by Tommy. The guys genius is so obvious that WHAT he plays becomes irrelevant as youre mesmerised by HOW he plays it. With total abandon he drums, bangs, brushes and slaps on his guitar. He pulls on the neck to make it whine and presses it against his chest to cause all sorts of distortions. He jumps, jigs and head bangs the microphone to keep the beat going in short, a live concert of his should be on the list of 1. And, by the way, I still dont like guitar music. So, there you go. We drove to the open air arena for two hours, waited for another two and drove back for two, just to get our dose. The John Butler Trio was great too. After Tommy Emmanuels energetic performance, however, something happened to certain audience members and they lost all self discipline. Originally there was a standing section in front by the stage, seating in the middle and people standing in the aisles and behind the seats of the open air arena. After the break, a few people who had been standing behind the seats, decided that love thy neighbour and civil cooperation is for the birds, and ingeniously stood themselves in front of the seats, on the same level. The upshot of this obviously was that the seated people directly behind them most of whom had arrived two hours before the start of the concert ask me, I know had their view of the stage totally blocked. This happened to a guy and his sonbrother 2 rows ahead of me. So, instead of asking the people in front of him to move further forward and thus be lower, this clown and his sonbrother decided to stand up in front of their own seats, resulting in another 4 rows behind them to be blocked. When a few of us called to him and his sonbrother to sit back down again, he turned around, shrugged and pointed at the people in front of him. So I signalled to him to move further away if he wanted to stand. Only, with the John Butler Trio playing onstage and in the darkness, all I managed to do was wave my right arm in a voetsak motion and yell, Go then Go away. GOOOOOOOOThe guy, who was wearing sunglasses at night, lowered his glasses on his nose and looked right at me, threateningly, as if wanting to imprint my face on his mind so he could thump me later and said Quoi He also looked across at The Boyfriend and made menacing hand signs. I continued my wavingrowingvoetsak motion and my yelling, adrenaline pumping through my veins. After what seemed like an eternity, he pushed his glasses back up and turned around to face the stage again. His sonbrother sat back down while he remained standing and started to sway his bottom around to indicate how much he was loving the concert that we could no longer see. Next, he held up his video camera to ensure that he would be able to enjoy it for years to come. Meanwhile, people were getting more and more out of hand as half of the people from the back had followed suit and moved in around the seats, and half the seated population had either left the stands or stood up and added to the chaos. In a short break between songs when it was quiet, people at the back yelled SIT DOWN and a man behind me shouted One persons freedom ends where anothers begins. The musicians have come here in the name of PEACE It was a circus and a typically francophone scene. This culture is not brought up to consider anyone but themselves and maybe their own children, if the kids are lucky. I was fuming at how the supposed music lovers behaviour had degenerated. I was also secretly hoping that the video camera jerk would come and find me afterwards to clap me, so that I could then go to the cops outside. Waving your arm is not an offence, smacking girls however, is Im not one to fear a fight, although perhaps I say that now precisely because I have often been on the verge of receiving a beating that never materialised I may not be so brave after a broken nose. Anyway, I was full of fury and adrenaline and needed to DO something to fight back. Just then, I remembered I was chewing gum. Yes, people, I did stoop that low. Not just once, but twice, to be on the safe side. I inconspicuously launched my beloved Cinnamon FIRE gum found tucked in my suitcase from my last trip to SA onto his seat. I couldnt lean far forward enough to make sure it hadnt bounced off the seat, so I pushed another piece of Cinnamon FIRE into my mouth. The BF saw me and asked for some too. I did not mention my clandestine activities because I knew he would disapprove of such un lady like behaviour. I chewed, until it had reached just the right mix of stickiness versus chewiness, then with a flourish disguised as an attempt to see the band on stage, I leaned right forward and launched the second piece of gum onto his seat. This time I was certain it had stayed there. I couldnt get the Cheshire cat grin off my face, so the BF noticed that something was up and I admitted to having lost my gum. No, you didnt He asked incredulously, not without a hint of a mischievous glint in his eye. Im afraid I did and its bright red, so it might leave a stain I moaned. And so the concert continued and my heart raced as I watched the video camera jerks white Bermuda shorted bottom remember, I have absolutely no view of the stage. Eventually, I got bored of that and decided that I was going to try to get a glimpse of the stage from the back. I left the BF in his seat and stood among the reasonable people at the back to see John Butler. Not long after, the BF appeared and said Lets go. Your man sat down and when he got back up he wiped his bottom, turned around and looked at the seat and then looked around for you like mad. I just sat there looking away, but I swallowed my gum because I dont want to be caught with bright red evidence in my mouth. As we strolled out of the arena and up the hill to the car, I laughed my ass off in a real he who laughs last laughs longest manner. The Boyfriend, however, is still marvelling at my precision throw pssssshhhhhhh, lets not tell him its all in the forward lean.