James Bryan's Podcast

Strummin’ Through the Ashes of Free Speech The college town of Crestview, Oregon, was a tinderbox in October 2025, its streets a circus of protest signs and kombucha-stained hoodies, the air thick with rage and Wi-Fi. Papa, a grizzled drifter with a face like a sun-baked saddle and eyes sharp as a hawk’s talon, leaned against a graffiti-smeared lamppost, his busted six-string guitar slung across...

"4 Da Boys – Strummin’ Through the North Korean Nightmare" Papa’s playin A raw, off-key guitar riff, like a campfire tune twisted by a cold wind off the DMZ, backed by a gritty, defiant hum Alright, sons, huddle up by the fire. This is 4 Da Boys, where your old Papa, strums this beat-up guitar—soundin’ like a rusty tractor tryin’ to play “Boston” tune—and dishes the raw truth about our Fabulous...

"Strummin’ Through the Scales of Justice" Papa’s noodling A raw, off-key guitar riff, like a campfire tune twisted by a jailhouse wind, backed by a gritty, defiant hum Alright, sons, huddle up by the fire. This is 4 Da Boys, where Papa, strums this beat-up guitar—soundin’ like a drunk mule tryin’ to play “Sweet Home Alabama”—and dishes the raw truth about thinkin like a man. Tonight, we’re makin’...

"4 Da Boys – Strummin’ Through the Quest for Good" Papa’s hummin’ a gritty, soulful tune by a campfire twisted by wind Alright, sons, huddle up by the fire. This is 4 Da Boys, where Papa strums this beat-up guitar—badly, like a drunk coyote tryin’ to play “Imagine”—and lays down the raw truth about bein’ a man. My chords are shaky, but my heart’s iron, and tonight we’re marchin’ through the...

Strummin’ Through the Woke Façade The college town of Newhaven, Oregon, was a fevered clown show in 2025, its streets a riot of protest signs and artisanal kale, the air thick with sanctimony and burnt espresso. Papa, a grizzled drifter with a face like a sun-scorched hubcap and eyes sharp as a switchblade, lounged against a lamppost, his busted six-string guitar slung across his back, its...

What would you Kill for? 4 Da Boys – Strummin’ Through the Minefield of "What Would You Kill For?" Alright, sons, huddle up by the fire. This is 4 Da Boys, where your old man, Papa, strums this beat-up guitar—badly, like a drunk coyote tryin’ to play “Dixie”—and lays down the raw truth about bein’ a man of Principle. My chords are shaky, but my heart’s iron, and today we’re marchin’ through a...

When you feel like it's time to give up the fight, give up the fight! Get back to where you were created to be in the first place Papa’s Redemption: Strummin’ Through the Dark The Nebraska night was a bleeding scar, the plains reeking of frost and despair, the stars above sharp as broken glass. Papa, a weathered drifter with a face like cracked leather and eyes like smoldering embers, sat on a...

Papa’s Raid: Strummin’ Through the Woke Abyss The Seattle night was a festering wound, the city’s alleys choked with the stench of burnt rubber and desperation, its neon signs flickering like a junkie’s last hope. Papa, a grizzled drifter with a face like cracked pavement and eyes sharp as razor wire, slunk through the shadows, his busted six-string guitar slung across his back, its strings...

Papa’s Quest: Strummin’ Through the Heart of Evil The Verdaran night was a fevered vision, its twin moons spilling green light like God’s own tears over jungles that throbbed like a living wound, the air thick with sap and the electric snarl of unseen predators. Papa, a grizzled wanderer with a face like scorched leather and eyes sharp as shattered flint, crouched on a vine-snarled ridge, his...

A cover, of course. The original (as far as I know) was by Jamie Cullum. My version is with a gang of gifted friends on Kompoz.com. I'll update with more deets on the Kompoz mob (these guys are fabulous). This is just to tide you over. My next story (episode) will be tomorrow.