Saturday, October 11, 2014

Road House of the Dead: A Call for More Zombies and More Women in Wrestling

I'm surprised by my state of mind going into this blog. There was so much real world stuff going on, it kept me out of my head. This is interesting because I have been in touch with my inner Ambrose (a bit of Bierce, a little bit Dean), having the feeling I'm one of the few good people in a world of bad ones.

WWE should play on this and make Dean Ambrose an editorialist in the vein of Jim Cornette. This will make sure I keep watching "Raw" on Hulu. Advertise that it will run after the "Total Divas" match, and satisfy the bitter indie guys who want to see another job filled that the Louisville Slugger wants us to remember was his. If that's too much for Ambrose, there's always Colt Cabana. Okay, Scotty Goldman. Jim Cornette's pre-WWE stories are amusing enough, I don't want to bury him that much.

If fantasy booking makes sense, should it be fantasy? From "Main Event of the Dead: The Podcast," this may be the case, if you pull up my college transcripts. In my defense, the transcripts do make sense. I failed logic, hence I failed calculus, and in turn, failed data structures. If you're not going to give me any feedback on how to make "Main Event of the Dead Project" more than a screenplay about socially-insensitive zombies versus $20< wrestling talent, maybe you can offer me some leads on programming jobs that just need the software to work, not optimized. As long as there are companies still using Windows XP, this must be an actual programming standard.

After listening to Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier's "Road House" commentary track, I know that they could use a wrestling podcast. Because failing to mention Terry Funk until the finale, and suggest his career peaked at defeating Norman Smiley for the WCW Hardcore Championship is absurd. If the Nerdist has his wrestling nerd, Smodcast needs the ideal one, "Main Event of the Dead."

Don't you hate it when your hilarious tangents seem to trump the initial message? I curse seeing Jimmy Pardo last night in preventing me from going on about: How many Facebook friends do I still need to unfollow for their "I came from the middle class, so I'm better than you attitude?" Thank the gods they come from a town where all there is to do is drink, so they can't become CM Pop Punks. On the flipside, if they sober up they maybe able to see the plight of making less that 10.10 per hour. At least philosophy wise, I may have company until I pop the cap off a Strongbow. Winning never seems to be in the cards (why I play craps and roulette) but at least I keep my wrestling cred with my cider choice.

I shouldn't complain too much of how busy the "grown up" world makes me feel. When you seem to have had fun, why bitch about it? Because the girl you took out the previous night, whom you been chatting with daily is now giving you the silent treatment the following day--I mean the inevitability that, "Nobody loves me, nobody cares, and when I die, there won't be nobody there...Fuck the world I will deny you." Or complain about lesser wrestling fans with podcast.

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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Buy Kasabian '48:13': Conquer Fozzy and Outsider Wrestling Podcast

Just purchased my tickets for The Queers, Dwarves and Screeching Weasel in November in Chicago. I think if there is ever a reason to get out of the apartment, it's the hope of once again getting the mic to sing the chorus of "I Will Deny You." What else is there at this moment?

This week fulfilled what has become my seemingly monthly concert schedule (if we round up Brody Dalle to August and count "The Internet Cat Video Festival featuring Lil Bub" as September's) by seeing Kasabian at The Metro. It was a great show despite I thought their music should be heard in a larger venue with a little more flare.

https://www.facebook.com/kasabianThey're sound has a little more dance to it than Muse, but with their lack of American airplay, the audience did not seem to be the target demographic. My senses kind of detected that the band knew this, but they're talented enough to go through the motions. But if they sensed this, they should have known that expecting everyone to jump as high as they can to the bridge of "Vlad the Impaler" wasn't going to garner the desired result.

Before this blog gets a bits depressing, let me do my part in trying to bring Kasabian the audience they so rightfully deserve by recommending you purchasing their latest album "48:13", if you aren't going to assist by providing me with some feedback on how I should approach promoting my zombie pro-wrestling comedy screenplay/podcast "Main Event of the Dead." Perhaps proving my taste in music will prove my ability to determine what a good project is. It's definitely better than Fozzy's "Do You Wanna Start a War."

To hedge my bets, I know that if you wanna really rock out, buy Kasabian's "West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum." Thank the gods that isn't their most recent album's title. It would be a pain in the ass to tweet.

Taking a shot at Chris Jericho's attempts to support that rock n' roll will not evolve Stateside (hopefully the crown's influence on Canada will use Kasabian and Damon Albarn's projects, will one day vanquish the commonwealth of Nickleback's influence) has provided a transition that has taken my mind off of going on a diatribe about how worn out I am from bullshit dating platforms, friends playfully being bullies on my Facebook instead of being good people for their children at least, and I live in a town that lets those without respect for the wrestling business run shows.

A goal of this blog is to sound better than the chapter Jericho recently read from his upcoming book on his podcast "Talk Is Jericho". The book may be about him, but to make himself the only important think about each sentence seems a bit shallow. If he cannot go into what else could be involved with the events he affected, what else are we going to learn from purchasing his book that we couldn't learn from an interview? It seems likes he has a disconnect.

Or it can all be avoided by if he opened the sentences with other words beside I. That includes the prepositional openings, but that can be a challenge. May be I'm being to critical. His podcast with Kevin Smith podcast was serving as background noise as I was proofreading copy.

Hopefully, they prior paragraph lets you know I'm not totally anti-Jericho. Hell, I'm doing my best right now to make him the Supercard People's Champion over the most vanilla WWE product, Randy Orton. Some of Fozzy's tracks are good. Their covers do provide a modern take on older tracks which is fun.

His podcasts are good, once he gets to the interview with the advertised guest, or Ted Irvine or his own personal fish expert. Otherwise, he doesn't turn his multimedia character off. And it seems he thinks the character is an icon, and he must amuse the icon. This places a level on disingenuous on his product. But these may not be valid things to complain about since some people listen in to his show for Chris Jericho. I'm there for wrestlers, hockey player and film makers.

I'm not out to replace Chris Jericho if I get a wrestling podcast. As it was previously stated, it's his show, not the Internet wrestling community. "Cheap Heat" and "Wrestling Compadres Slamcast" on the other hand are.

Actually, my certainty is not 100%. I found "Cheap Heat" through ESPN and my discovery of the "Slamcast" came from my investigating whether or not Nerdist had a need for "Main Event of the Dead: The Podcast." One may suspect that I'm jealous that they got their "message" out by selling themselves to the established Internet entities, but if you know there products are weak or lacking on the subject they cover, wouldn't you be?

And the reason these podcast are lacking, they're too busy putting themselves over instead of focusing on the wrestling industry. I was about to say putting over the industry, but this isn't 1998.

When there is something WWE is producing that's worth putting over, the podcasters put their own names on the back burner. To the credit of the Compadres, they do not try to antagonize the audience, but they do want to make the show about them instead of incite. The listener is killing time when they listen to experts, which I think Dale Rutledge is the only one qualified to hold that title, I don't think we care to here comedy segments, or overplayed sound bites about blood, urine and prenatal death.

As for "Cheap Heat," they, meaning Peter Rosenberg, may have let the downloads and being the main promotion of Noelle Foley get to their heads. Rosenberg decided that the show needs an antagonist, and that the needs to be the voice (it's audio so can't say face, which is ironic) of the program. It's an ESPN supported broadcast, I get that, but this guy has a radio outlet to be a douchebag, just like Colin Cowherd, so why does someone who doesn't care about his radio show want to be an outlet for his self importance? Is it because his show is dependent on pop music guest, so he can't insult them?

If anything, Rosenberg should understand when one can and cannot be a heel. Heel commentators do what they do to put wrestling talent over, not themselves. They are also part of the show. I agree that WWE should consider hiring the guy for Network. It would give the WWE Network attention from the mainstream...at least that seemingly unfriendly market he airs in...not to far from Stamford, but if he isn't part of the show, he cannot play heel. He's just that mark who won't shut up until Tracy Smother delays the entire show a half hour to try verbally degrading him in an attempt to prevent him from ever seeing another event.

Oh how wrestling needs CM Punk back because there maybe a rectum to shove a pipe bomb in. Like cutting a comedy match and "Total Divas" match isn't a fair price for TV gold at the Barclay's Center.

If Rosenberg wants to be a heel, he's got management in LA, so promote. The more places to work, the better.

The need for more places to work is one of the things I've learned from the wrestling insiders like Steve Austin, Jim Ross, Roddy Piper and Y2J. What have we learned from a wrestling podcast from a fan who is more concerned about promoting themselves than what the listener tunes in for?

Stench Winslow needs to step up his inner Gorilla Monsoon for the humanoids and put Heel Rosenberg in his place. I think that may the problem with the dynamic of the podcast. David Shoemaker needs to control the flow like Monsoon, and then feed into the wanna be Bobby Heenan.

But is a dynamic what we want in a podcast. I just want interesting people talking about an industry I enjoy. Has anyone listened to "Nerdist" or "The Art of Wrestling?"