JohnathanRamcharan

Thanksgiving is almost ruined when a dumbbell lacks the decency to shush himself at the public library, luckily I count to 10 and make myself a Frittata. I talk about having once been homeless, Trudeau/ Trump and the importance of Acceptance.

After watching the televised Royal Rumble for Canadian Prime Ministership (Electoral Debate 2019), I come away pensive and with a few stratagems of my own. I talk about bureaucracy in the workplace, drunken cellphone bills and the new Joker film (No Spoilers). Opening track by Primal Gruntings, a past project featuring rants and beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself.

Whilst completely enamoured with Steve-O and his miscreant fans at Toronto’s Just For Laughs Festival 2019, I learn that I’m not entirely free from my own inner Jackassedness. I talk about the continued racism in Canadian politics, cancel culture and the ongoing Trump impeachment. Opening track by Primal Gruntings, a past project featuring rants and beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself.

I’d always assumed that the Prime Minister wore makeup, but this is ridiculous! I talk about empathy/ judgement/ forgiveness/ damnation, The Just For Laughs Comedy Festival in Toronto Canada and God. Opening Track by Primal Gruntings, a past project featuring rants and beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself.

When a baby brained fussbudget waves her ankles in my face at the Toronto International Film Festival, I stamp my inner fire for the sake of a star gazed crowd. I talk about moving on in life, nuclear weapons and the time I was drunk at an audition involving a Hollywood Star.

Watching a Canadian goose gobble crab apples in a zoo parking lot, I begin to wonder if his buddies on the inside would enjoy the same freedom. I talk about control freaks in the workplace, illness/death linked to vaping and an audio clip of me doing stand-up with a child in the audience. Opening track by Primal Gruntings, a past project from 2013, featuring rants and beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself.

Opening track by Primal Gruntings, a past project from 2013, featuring rants and beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself. This past Labour Day was a doozie, so it’s in this spirit that I get a lil’ heartfelt with ya’ll. I talk about loneliness, the 5 points of depression and the time I insulted a famous Canadian actor.

It's JRtheP's first vodcast! I take this opportunity to update listeners (and viewers) on the show. I talk about different styles of acting, sobriety and loving the art in you.

After a chilling display of malevolence by a seagull, I forever rank the foul things with the likes of Ted Bundy. I talk about protesters in Hong Kong, Toronto mob hits and the workplace lie. Opening track by Primal Gruntings, a past project featuring rants & beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself.

In celebration of some much needed adjustments to my game, I drop a couple tracks from a past project I co-founded. Primal Gruntings was a mash up of rants & beats by drummer Adam Lewis and myself. On this episode I talk about the acting shit I’m reading, Jeffrey Epstein’s suicide and raccoons.

In lieu of the recent gun violence in Canada and stateside, I try to keep it thoughtful & humorous on this one. I talk about blood sucking parasites that leech on the desperate in industry, my long weekend by the lake and embracing challenges. God Bless :)

Sitting pretty opening night for Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, I feel gratitude for the struggle to venture and the excitement of possibility. I talk about actors bathroom habits, etiquette when engaging people online and anxious drunkards at the laundry mat.

Soaking in a melancholic boredom, I manage to get up onstage to feed the baby. I talk about mental patients who murder, Fantasy/Idealism/Reality and Canadian ketchup.

Solicited by a cycle bandit in a bawdy back alley, I brood over the realities of the urban bike ride. I talk about racial bias in the Toronto Transit Commission, getting stuck as an actor in a lousy play and the beautiful sound of the wind through the trees.

A minor setback in the comedy game triggers my familiar heartache and tears. Luckily it’s water off a ducks ass, cuz I’m Beast AF! I talk about summer blockbusters, government internet shutdowns and cigarette butts.

Feeding the birds while sitting on a bench, I well up with tears upon reading about human/monkey creatures called “Chimeras,” that are being genetically engineered to become sub human testing subjects. I talk about morals and ethics in science, the great week in comedy I had and moving past the petty grievances of life.

Caught in the crossfire of racial expletives at the local Dollarama, twas only the beginning of what proved to be a stuffed up week of racial tension. I talk about these racial tensions, acting/stand-up comedy and being hungry for knowledge.

When my hairdresser wakes from a snooze to bitch about my sideburns, I begin to wonder what the hell kind of hair salon is he running anyway?! I talk about forgiveness, The Four Agreements/ The Power Of Positive Thinking and dressing up like a dog for children.

When the customer care bozo’s for my home internet pry at my slipping sanity, I learn the value of patience across the board. I talk about Canada’s disposable plastics ban 2021, beefing with comics and feeding the birds.

Let’s face it, fucking the dog is one of life’s simplest pleasures, but as I take it to the next level I am called upon for more accountability. I talk about arrogance, Pride Month and the professional mindset. Happy Pride Month!

Staring out at an empty audience, I remember to stiffen my back, because the show must go on! I talk about John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men, the power of kind words and positive disillusionment.

The deplorable shipment of rotted refuse from Canada to the Philippines is no laughing matter…though I give it the ol’ college try. I talk about open mics, keeping my frustrations/opinions to myself and the art of pantomime.

While fussing over a trash bin as my janitorial duties entail, an absent minded pizza delivery man drives narrowly past me… so of course I have some words. I talk about hive mentality, my new bass guitar gear and saying goodbye to your ego.

The rasp in my throat and the ache in me lungs signifies the start of the outdoor running season, time to get organized! I talk about the Toronto Police Gun Buy Back Program, anthropomorphic taxidermy and breaking up with my hairdresser.

When a crooning rent-a-cop with a mental disorder hen pecks at my personal sovereignty, I pause to reflect upon the gears that drive me mad. I talk about acting class boners, overcoming my anti-social hang-ups and connecting with gratitude.