The glass bottom boat of the cultural press
Matthew Damascus, a trash-culture obsessive at best, has for too long ventured beyond the comforting fold of metal and noise-music criticism to vent about his unfaithful love, wrestling. He pouts too much during Monday Night Raw to be of any use to WWF fans, and he doesn’t have the money to buy tapes. Frets about Raven quite a bit. He feels very silly right now.
But Awesome put on a great match without relying on splintering wood for their shock-value cheers. That is a mark of a true champion in ECW, when they can impress the increasingly blood-thirsty Mongol hordes with a match NOT involving blood, tables, or violence against women.
Matthew Damascus takes a break from normal continuity to discuss a ho-hum Wrestlemania 2000.
And I’m straying from my original point, which is simply that, there are sites out there that have graphic depictions of ‘a lucky fan’ having a saucy/randy/raunchy threesome (preceded or followed by meaningful conversation and cuddling, mind you) with the Boyz that would make any tried-and-true indie wrestling fan faint dead away…
Ditch this gimmick like the plague. It’s fucking bad, trailer park, crazy uncle, kind of shit. The snot rag doesn’t make sense. The gesture in itself is not particularly vile or sinister, it’s more bizarre like that kid who ate paste and boogers in second grade. AND RAVEN IS NO PASTE EATER!
With the thirty-fifth anniversary of debut album Whirlpool, UK shoegaze outfit Chapterhouse is back together again and touring the US as part of Slide Away Music Festival.
The Englert theater hosted Little Feat as they embark on their Last Farewell Tour.
Meiko Kaji’s katana is sharp and looking for revenge in Wandering Ginza Butterfly and its sequel, She Cat Gambler, a stylish pair of early ’70s action films.
