Dirty Heads
Reggae rock band Dirty Heads have decided that with their new album Sound Of Change they want to do their part to spread some good in the world.
To do that they’ve been teaming up with international anti-poverty charity Oxfam for a number of initiatives.
The band’s lead singer Dirty J told me all about the motivation for this charity work for a feature in Samaritanmag.
Filed under Music, Shameless Promotion
Michael Jackson dance fighting
You’ve seen this unique phenomenon form hundreds of times in the playgrounds and the parking lots, in videos and in movies, and it always starts in a similar manner.
Two steely-eyed adversaries slide closer and closer to each other, the tension mounts, and when there’s only inches separating them… BAM! It happens.
The wild gestures, the improbably contorting, the acts of gyrating menace. This is… a dance fight.
Sarah wrote a brief history of dance fighting for Fightland.
Filed under Jock Stuff, Music, Shameless Promotion
Octopus wrestling
While some of us have conceded that man’s hubris and the inevitable collapse of humanity will lead to the age of cephalopod rising in the not-too-distant future, there are still people who yearn for nothing more than a good ol’ fight with an octopus.
Because, of course.
Sarah wrote about the peculiar history of octopus wrestling for Fightland.
Filed under Jock Stuff, Shameless Promotion
The red arrow points to ‘Polaris2015’ trending second in Canada
There are a couple reasons why Risky Fuel has been unusually quiet in recent weeks.
The first was because Sarah and I went to the family cottage for our annual 10-day hideout/detox/escape/reason to photograph dead fish on the beach.
The second was, upon returning to the city, diving headlong into my responsibilities as the minister of propaganda for the Polaris Music Prize and its kinda-a-big-deal 2015 Short List reveal which took place on July 16.
The 10 albums on said Short List turned out to be a mighty fine cross-section of music well worth arguing over. More important to my professional vanity, however, was how hot we were with #Polaris2015 on the socials and the medias and such.
It turns out we were very hot. As in #1 hot. Well, #1 except for one thing hot…
A fucking Ant-Man promoted tweet.
Nearly four hours after the Short List was revealed on the 16th #Polaris2015 was still holding the #2 spot (see above photo), which, when you think about it, is an amazing coup for a few Polaris peeps like myself working behind the curtain and a bunch of Polaris jurors ranting about it on Twitter. We were even smashing the Emmys in Canada.
Anyway, back to Ant Man, the third stupidest Avenger behind only Gilgamesh, a guy with a cow on his head, and Demolition Man, a sadsack composed of leftover parts from discarded Wolverine and Daredevil action figures. Basically, all my Polaris efforts got crushed underfoot from one mighty Giant Man-like stomp by the Marvel-Disney Industrial Complex and this means I’ll probably never get the professional respect I deserve for my efforts last week.
I’m not bitter, but I’m pretty sure this is the sort of thing that acts as a catalyst for people to become supervillains. So if somewhere, somehow, in the darkest reaches of the internet you start to hear whispers of a foul 01010 spirit named Twittroll, whose power is to hijack brand promo tweets with foreign language Baywatch fanclub Twitter mobs, well, it wasn’t me.
[P.S. I’m pretty sure I’m still going to go see Ant-Man.]
[P.P.S. If dorksticks like Ant-Man get movies, there should definitely be films based on way more awesome people like Alpha Flight, The Micronauts and ROM, Space Knight.]
Filed under Art, Films, Music, Shameless Promotion
Jake Gyllenhaal
Jake Gyllenhaal’s new boxing movie Southpaw has been subject to intense scrutiny from the fight community.
One area they’re particularly intrigued by is Gyllenhaal’s workout regime.
In true method actor form he committed to his role.
Sarah wrote about the ways Gyllenhaal did so in an article for Fightland.
Filed under Films, Health, Jock Stuff, Shameless Promotion
I Overcame My Autism And All I Got Was This Lousy Anxiety Disorder: A Memoir
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