Given the recent announcement that Mick Foley will be going into the 2013 Hall of Fame, you can imagine the amount of epic vignettes I’ve been watching. The inspirational, tear jerking collections of Foley moments, which make the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. It’s got me reminiscing about Mrs. Foley’s baby boy! The man with the three faces. The hardcore legend. One of my personal heroes.
I have countless memories of Mick Foley, too many to mention. I had an inkling he’d be inducted, what with it being at Madison Square Garden. I was still so elated to hear the good news. It’s about time that such an icon of the business is truly recognized. A lot of people are divided on his talents, but for me there is no discussion. He sacrificed and dedicated himself to his performances, his storytelling in the ring AND on the microphone was flawless and he has a truly innate intelligence for the business.
At this time of year, this special time of year, I feel very warm and fuzzy inside as I look back on legends of the past. Along with excitement and anticipation for Wrestlemania, I love to be reminded of some past heroes with the Hall of Fame announcements. It’s something to look forward to every week when I tune in to RAW. This year it’s Bob Backlund, Mick Foley and Trish Stratus so far. I have a couple of other predictions, but I’ll keep quiet on those (incase they are completely wrong)
The headline of the show this year is obviously going to be the man behind Mankind. A true hero of the attitude era. The character that inspires the normal, and not so normal in all of us. A man who can face adversity, and come through as the unlikely victor, against all odds. Mick Foley was always willing to leave everything in the ring for the sake of the art, for the sake of his craft. I think this is how he ought to be remembered. For those of you who may subscribe to the idea that Mick was just a “glorified stuntman” – I say to you… each to their own.
In my eyes, a great pro wrestler isn’t just a technician, a high-flyer or a show stopper. True greatness is measured in your character, not just your skill or physical attributes. The best and most complex characters will always capture the imagination of the audience, and that is how a superstar is made and remembered in the business. Mick Foley had a combination of genuine, real life emotion, passion and intense creativity which is why I will always remember the countless moments of entertainment he provided, in so many different ways.
A true great.
Let me know what you’re thinking. Am I just doing the best selling job ever? Is this the biggest load of false hype you’ve ever heard? Or do you agree with everything I said? Leave a comment or three.
So, my earlier update today (while at work) highlighted my current mental state. To cut a very long story short, the same thing happened to me again AFTER work, only worse. I waited for 45 minutes for a bus home, while only two of the four vehicles scheduled to be passing through during that time actually arrived. Both drove straight past full to the brim with passengers. I phoned the complaints line for one last bitching session and decided I can’t do this anymore.
The ironic thing is that I’ve really started to enjoy my job recently. I’ve finally settled in and my optimism about work is at an all time high. I have recently been promoted. I now enjoy more responsibility, am involved in much more interesting projects on a regular basis and feel a lot more respect and kindness from my employer. A lot more than I would have expected a few months ago.
But sadly, for the sake of my stress levels and in turn my physical and mental health, I just can’t be wasting two to three hours of my day waiting at bus stops in vein and crawling through traffic. Tomorrow morning I’m calling my boss to resign; something I don’t look forward to one little bit. it’s going to be awful. I wish I lived next door so I didn’t have to leave because frankly, I think I’m going to miss working there, to some extent.
Nonetheless, I need to look to the future. I need to take a temporary financial hit and take a fairly big risk, in order to find an equally rewarding position in Walsall, allowing me to walk to work. I’d rather have to take my chances (which I believe from past experience to be very good) that I can find something new within a couple of weeks – than keep having semi-rage attacks every day and in turn accelerating my condition (which is heavily influenced by stress)
Tomorrow is a brand new day. A scary one. I feel a sense of liberation and freedom, along with feelings of cautious trepidation. It’s gonna start with a horrible phone call, but hopefully end with the optimism of a long day spent making the calls, sending the emails and forcing myself back into work in no time. Today was the final straw. I hope tomorrow can be the fresh beginning.
I won’t bore you (or more accurately, myself) with the minute details as to why, but today has been a total joke. You can guess what started off the bouts of shaking and fist clenching. It’s a three letter word beginning with B and ending in S. That’s right! My favorite mode of transport was back to winning ways again, making me an hour late for work, putting a late mark next to my name and costing me an hours pay. But what’s seven pounds? It’s only around an eighth of what I pay for a travel pass each month, for the privilege of being late and losing money.
Okay, so I won’t go into any more detail about my journey to work. Let’s just say I had to imagine Martin Lawrence ‘Wu-sah’-ing his way to mental calmness YET again. This seems to be the only way to prevent myself from eventually sinking my teeth deep into the face of a bus driver, or a nearby passenger (who looks at me the wrong way) – Abject morning to say the least. Perhaps my time at the office would continue along the relatively positive route I’ve felt it take as of late. Or of course, maybe not.
Today has been a real bad day at the office. So much so that I could murder an episode of The Office right now to distract me from my frustrations. Without boring you to death with the work I do (there is no reason for the both of us to die because of my inability to land a more interesting job) – today is just one of those days when everything goes wrong. Rude and moronic respondents, a lack of sleep, and unresolved anger issues (caused by buses, among other things) just isn’t a good mix for your average nine ta fivah.
To offer an update to a previous post [Not Enough Hours In The Day] – (https://therealmidcard.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/not-enough-hours-in-the-day/) – I can let you all know (all twelve of you who have viewed this blog – as of the last time I checked yesterday evening) that it isn’t all good on the working front. Days like today remind me that although things have improved drastically, it’s still sometimes so hard to hold back the urge to drop out of life, sign up for benefits and quit my job. I think the fact I left my house an hour and a half before I got to work was the worst part. I don’t like waking up early, I don’t like the ignorant morons I often deal with in my line of work and I despise smug bus drivers!
Things may be better than they were six months ago, but I still need to keep some of this frustration inside, in the hope it can drive me on to brighter things in the future.
After all the hype, after all the segments and after all the talking, the Royal Rumble did not disappoint last night. I have to say, despite the predictability and the lack of surprise, the show on the whole looked a fantastic success from where I was sitting. It had everything from spectacular returns, to awe inspiring feats of athleticism. I would put it down as one of my favorite WWE events in the last five years.
I know the night will probably receive a lot of criticism from internet fans, for one reason or another and yes, there are a few things about it that I’m not over the moon about. Let’s face it. It was never going to be fun to see CM Punk finally lose the title, and the end of the longest title reign of my lifetime. However, I don’t think it’s all doom and gloom. It now opens up a lot of doors for Punk’s character over the coming months. There are so many different ways they could use him, particularly with The Shield. Whatever they do, it better be good!
As much as it sucked to see the best in the world have to leave empty handed, I have to say it was great to see The Rock holding the title. Putting aside any opinions on his long term priorities, or his commitment to the business, from a fan point of view it was a great moment. It’s not often that WWE programming can make me revert to cheering like a child anymore, but last night was another story. I watched with bated breath as The Rock delivered an albeit cheesy, but excellently executed promo to inspire the people before the main event clash, barely holding back my excitement.
I thought the match told a great story and more than lived up to expectations, particularly thanks to the added drama that The Shield and Vince McMahon brought to the occasion. They teased us with a screwy finish, then brought the match right back from the brink to end with a predictable, but nonetheless awesome finale. My only quarrel is the continuation of this trend of NOT ending the show with the rumble match. In this instance, I can understand their trepidation at booking an hour long battle royal for a potentially exhausted and deflated crown after a match of such magnitude. Regardless, I still think the main event of the show, and the highlight of the night should still be the namesake, the rumble.
Speaking of highlights, one of my favorite things about this years rumble match was the surprise (at least to me) return of Chris Jericho. Entering at Number 2, and lasting almost the entire match is another testament to the enduring quality he offers as a performer. The crowds chant of “You still have it” brought back memories of Road Dogg from last years match. As soon as the music hit, I practically screamed like a little girl in anticipation for the best of all time.
Sadly it wasn’t going to be a rumble with many former legends returning. I recall an extremely brief but equally cool cameo from the great Godfather of the attitude era (complete with modern day, far less skanky hoes) – I can’t remember there really being any others. Shelton Benjamin, Carlito, Ric Flair, The New Age Outlaws, Bob Backlund, MVP and Mick Foley were some of the names floating around the internet when speculating possible participants. No such luck on that front.
Despite that, I thought the match was booked almost to perfection and I thoroughly enjoyed it from start to finish. This was the real main event in my eyes! One thing which did rub me up the wrong way was of course the Cena win. I think the ending to the match was great, particularly with Ryback managing to eliminate former 9 time World and WWE Champion Randy Orton. I just thought it was the perfect time for him to win the big one and go on to Wrestlemania. But of course, once can’t be enough for the Cenation and he had to pick up the rumble win again. I understand it (to some degree) but I don’t like it. You could clearly hear that the crowd were fully behind the young powerhouse, but I guess they just don’t wanna fully push him over the edge just yet.
I even thought the opening match of the night was a resounding success. On paper, this feud has snoorefest written all over it. Watching their initial title match on Smackdown put to bed any ideas like that, and the momentum these two have hasn’t stopped there. I actually think that Smackdown is starting to gain some ground now, and it’s because of stars like Big Show and Alberto Del Rio in my view. Despite all the criticism he gets (and often rightly so), the Show has been such a revelation as a fully fledged heel. I honestly think he is great on the mic, and is capable of getting the best out of himself in big matches. As much as people will disagree, I have to admire his work as of late. The spot from the titantron onto the table last night was a stamp of authority from the big man. The ending, was nothing short of genius. It looks like Del Rio is going down the Eddie Guerrero route now.
All in all, for all of the negative feedback the rumble may (or may not) get, my personal view is a positive one. If there is one thing I rarely rant about these days it’s pro wrestling and the WWE product. If anything it’s one of the few beacons of light in my life these days which gives me pure joy and entertainment, helping to take my mind away from my regular, everyday life problems and struggles. Last nights show was a prime example of how (on the odd occasion) wrestling still has the ability to turn a 23 year old man into a primary school boy again. The Great One is the champ, Y2J is back putting on the performances which made him famous and guys are being choke slammed through tables. Did I mention Kofi and JBL‘s chair? Check that shit out on YouTube right now!
If you’re reading this and saw the show, let me know what you think. Am I the only one who momentarily regressed into a year fiver for the night? Am I the only one who didn’t hate the show?
So, Bob Backlund is going into the Hall of Fame this year. I smell one last title run. Tonight is my favorite night of the year for pro wrestling: The Royal Rumble. It’s the first night on the road to Wrestlemania. One thing you can always expect when it comes to the thirty man over-the-top-rope battle royal is surprise entrants!
That brings me back to my original point: Bob Backlund. The man who once held the greatest prize in the game for over four years must be waiting in the wings to swoop in for a one off appearance in the rumble match. I’d have him down as an outside shot.
Joking aside, I can’t wait for the show tonight, and the main reason for that is the excitement that the rumble match brings. A key part of that giddiness for me is the possibility of seeing some heroes of yesteryear serving up a treat. I’m hoping for something along the lines of this video, along with some Road Dogg and maybe some Booker T.
I just wanted to write a quick post, mainly for the purpose of my sanity. You may not know this about me, but I’m pretty sure I’m a future serial killer. I suffer with bouts of anger which I find extremely hard to cope with. This stress definitely doesn’t help my condition but it’s something I can’t control. Right now in my life, there are just so many things which make me want to kill the person next to me.
The funny thing is how quickly I can switch from blood red rage to untamed optimism. It’s a complete clash of emotions. Rather than ramble on and make this blog an even bigger piece of evidence to be used against me when I eventually snap and rip the face off of someone, I’ll just focus on two instances which have occurred over the last twenty four hours which highlight perfectly the highs and lows which my fragile psyche is put through.
[POSSIBLE MELODRAMA WARNING]
So last night, I used the self service at Asda to pick up some extra shopping and cashback. I subsequently forgot about the cash, left and walked home (five minutes away) to find that it wasn’t in my wallet. In a moment of sheer panic I felt a combination of sinking depression (Why always me?) and unadulterated fury at myself. This would be the perfect occasion for me to punch the wall multiple times and pull out the hair I have left.
I picked up the phone, scrambled for the number for the store and called them. To my absolute shock, I actually encountered a human being who could and was willing to help me. She said my money had been found by a colleague and I could run down to get it. When I had my £30 back in my safe grasp, I smiled and told the workers I couldn’t thank them enough for their honesty and integrity. I walked home in the snow genuinely laughing aloud to myself like a maniac. This was a moment which momentarily restored my faith in humanity and lifted another load of stress off of my shoulders.
After another night which flew past before my eyes, in a place I’m slowly starting to resent.
Fast forward to this morning. The gloss has well and truly come off of last nights good news. It’s freezing cold, I’m tired and I don’t want to be where I am. Where am I? Standing at a bus stop outside a block of flats for 40 minutes, while three scheduled buses choose not to arrive. I proceed to call the complaints line for the bus company (for the fifth time this month I’m sure) to let the girl on the phone know that I am going to kill a bus driver with an icepick if they keep fucking with me.
She kindly reassures me that my call “is very important” just like it was last time, and the time before that. What is important to me? Not a lot. I don’t ask for the world. I just want to get to work on time. I ask the girl, if I lose my job at the hands directly of her company’s incompetent service, will I be offered a similar role in their organization? OR will nothing change because I don’t fucking matter? It’s clearly the latter, she didn’t need to answer that.
The bus finally decides to turn up. I walk on slowly, giving the driver the best death stare I can possibly muster. I hope for his sake that he isn’t the one driving on the day when I finally snap.
I know this isn’t the thinking of a normal person, but I can’t help the way I feel and think. I don’t think I deserve to have to cut my lunch break in half to account for the time I’ve lost getting to work (due to no fault of my own) – That’s not a lot to ask. I just want to be given every chance to not implode, but it just seems some people don’t want to give it to me. They will have to die, if this continues.
The next time I think I’ve had a stroke of luck. I’ll remember this: there is no such thing as luck. If luck existed, I’d have a moment’s peace to myself, I’d have a body that doesn’t try to sabotage me at any cost and I’d be able to deal with the ups and downs of life with a bit more calmness. I’m not lucky, there is no such thing. I’m destined to be furious, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
The opening segments of Green Musik expel an air of expectation of things to come from a young but accomplished producer. If you sit back, relax and listen to its sound, you will hear something both refreshing, yet challenging. From underneath the smog that covers the Black Country, MoJoe has been making moves for the past few years in the urban music scene, gaining valuable experience in almost every department of the local machine. This shows in a polished and structured mixtape, which makes biting, valid points while releasing an element of calmness, perhaps before the storm. This is a collection which illustrates a love and knowledge for hip-hop, far beyond the ordinary.
As an almost flawless intertwining of interesting, creative beats and passionate speech samples, this is a piece of work laden with brutal honesty, integrity and articulation. If you look past the mixing of the two, you will digest a range of messages, each as unyielding in it’s defiance as the last. This is a collection which inspires and chills the listener. While lending the views of such infamous political commentators as Tariq Ali and Bill Hicks, it puts across the message of it’s creator with consistent force, while keeping you anticipating the next musical release. The next beat brings with it a chance to relax and mull over what you’ve learned, because this mixtape is just that: educational. For the impatient and reluctant majority, this may not bring satisfaction.
Moving away from the samples on topics like war, drugs and the environment, it is important to remember that this is not a pretentious, drawn out series of lectures. It’s an expression. The stable and measured structure of the mixtape provides a chance to digest information and ideas through the informal medium of music, a technique which has long been utilized by hip hop producers and artists to make a point. However, this sound is not dominated by the voices of others, but more by the music of one man. Through that expression, comes a selection of individual hip-hop beats which despite their unique nature, blend together with reliable consistency. Simply put, some of the tracks on this mixtape are an MCs dream. Whether you just want something to vibe to, or you want something to inspire you, Green Musik is worth a modest half an hour of your time.
From a collection so unique and creative, so brash and confrontational, you can take away many messages. It is political, ecological and revolutionary in both its concepts and delivery. From spine-tingling words of wisdom, to tracks full of rhythm and depth, this mixtape is guaranteed to get the head nodding. How you choose to enjoy Green Musik is entirely up to you, but may I suggest you take a tip from the title. Sit back, relax and prepare to get deep.