Today, Van Canto:
So, this band was shown to me by a personal friend, and while it’s not a perfect effort, to say that this isn’t cool all the same would frankly be unfair. In general I really like acapella bands that do something unique or interesting with their efforts, and while Van Canto is cheating a little by having an actual drummer, a heavy metal acapella band is frankly awesome, especially when they really get going. The lead vocalist sounds close enough to classic James Hetfield to really make the song work, and the guitar solo towards the end is, honestly, pretty amazing in its own way.
Also, this plays off something of a Livestream in-joke so of course I’m going to post it.
Ultraspank is one of those bands who probably could’ve gotten somewhere with enough time invested, had things worked out; they were on their second record (which this song is from), and were dramatically improving as a band, and it seemed like a third record would’ve really gotten them to a level of at least mild public recognition. However, Epic, their label, basically didn’t promote their records at all, to hear them tell it, and while they managed to get onto a game soundtrack (3Xtreme for reference) and moved some units from that, Epic’s original president had signed them with the intention to push them, but was fired shortly afterwards, and the new one gave no fucks about them. Progress, their second record, was their last, and most of the band is presently in Lo-Pro, which is a fine enough band, but doesn’t have the same sound or feel, and it’s a shame; I liked Progress, and this song has a certain place in my heart, but I really just can’t get into Lo-Pro, so this is kind of where it ends, more or less.
Book review: Tonight… in This Very Ring! A Fan’s History of Professional Wrestling.
By: Scott Keith. (True story: back when Keith was first getting into publishing his own books, after The Buzz on Professional Wrestling, I somehow ended up receiving a link to request a review copy of this book, which I did, and somehow ended up getting one to review. At the time I was kind of just eh, whatever with Keith, but honestly, of the wrestling writers out there, the only ones I regularly care about reading anything from are Keith and Brandon Stroud, and I admire their work for entirely different reasons. I have my issues with both of them, obviously, but they’ve both been stand-up guys whenever I’ve talked to them, and they both generally write things I enjoy reading, so I’ll probably keep putting money into their pockets however I can until they retire or some shit.)
I’ve been meaning to review this book for, oh, four, five months now… and I’ve just never gotten around to it. Part of me feels as though I just can’t do the book justice… but another part of me basically just didn’t know where to start, to be honest. The book is quite a read, and it’s very entertaining… but it isn’t what you expect, and it might not be what you’re looking for. (Yeah, as much as I still like the book, it’s… different.)
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Sia’s interesting to me: I was vaguely aware of her music (and liked it fine) but really had no idea what she looked like or intention of finding out, up to the point where I found out that maybe she doesn’t think so highly of what she looks like. I was passed this video recently, though, and discovered through conversation that, in addition to making Shia LeBouf into someone I’d probably think was alright if not for all of the other stuff about him, Sia’s current deal is that she doesn’t tour and wears masks whenever she makes public appearances. That was odd, I thought, so I started looking into it and kind of figured out holy shit for someone as talented as she is, she’s
1.) had a super hard life, with anxiety, illness, and all kinds of other unfortunate issues, and
2.) someone I feel really bad for, given how poorly she seems to view herself and how talented she is,
so, honestly, I hope she gets better and gets together the confidence in herself she deserves, because holy shit you guys, she is so good at this.
Silent Hill 3
Console: Playstation 2
Genre: Survival Horror
(Ah, Silent Hill 3. One of my favorites in the franchise, mostly because it brought the storyline of the first game to a logical conclusion, tied together the events from the franchise well enough, and showed that the concept still had some real chops to it. While many people love Silent Hill 2 over all others, the first and third games will always be my favorites, because I really loved the Mason family storyline, and while I’ve gained a deeper appreciation for the second game in later years, it is not, nor will it ever be, my favorite, as Silent Hill 3 will probably always hold that spot. I still probably overrated it though.)
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Today, Meghan Trainor:
I was introduced to this one in kind of a roundabout way; basically, I saw people complaining about the message of this song online, listened to it, and ended up asking the question, “What in the fuck are you on about?” afterward. That’s how we discover things these days: someone complains about them, we check them out, and we realize that maybe they’re not so bad and we kind of like them a lot. Mass complaining is the black, I guess is the point here, so if you hate something don’t say anything about it or it’ll be popular and you’ll be stuck dealing with six more weeks of winter.
Anyway I like Trainor’s message here, that you should try to be okay with who you are and what you look like, and while that’s a message a lot of people have been trying to get across, it’s still one I can get behind. Even the “fuck skinny bitches,” thing people got mad about was a joke (which Trainor literally explains in the next verse), and her overall point is, “Like who you are, whether your ass be big or not big,” and I like that. Also she’s cute so there’s that.
And as the ring turns… (This was written in early December of 2002, but it hits a lot of points regarding shit that was going on during the year leading up to this post, so it should be an interesting retrospective and viewpoint on my current views, if nothing else.)
Okay, so let me see if I’ve got this straight: Soap opera angles are the way to revolutionize the wrestling world, if I don’t like my TV being hoarded with necrophilia I’m obviously too stupid to know better, I really wanted to see Lesnar/Big Show, Stephanie and Bischoff making out is supposed to make ratings, yet another Kane-HHH match will bring in the fans, even though we know Kane won’t win, and Scott Steiner is SURE to make a huge impact, right after he learns how to wrestle again while not breaking another part of his anatomy. (Yes and apparently it still is, no considering they no longer talk about that, yes and I apparently wanted to see it a bunch more times afterward, no and they never ultimately did anything with that plot point, that was the plan but they actually used the Kane/HHH match to unmask cane because Glenn was getting tired of wearing the mask, and Scott Steiner was such a colossal fucking disaster that no one pretend that was a good idea anymore.)
Y’know, I just basically summed up the entirety of my rant in a paragraph, but in the interest of entertainment, let’s stretch it out a bit, eh? (Relative to your definition of entertainment, of course.)
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