For all intents and purposes, I’m enjoying the summer of 2015. I’ve been getting a lot of writing done, pushing forward with OneCo Creative and generally getting my life back to where it should have been before last September’s reconstructive knee surgery.
Speaking of which, eleven months down the line, I’ve finally had the all clear from Wrightington Hospital. I met with Mr. Robin Gilbert, the excellent surgeon who carried out my surgery just yesterday. He assured me that my left knee is 100% solid and that the whole thing has been a success.
That said, there’s still some work to be done; my quad muscles aren’t as strong as they should be, so there’s a long way to go before I can dust off the running shoes and start pounding the pavement again. Right now, I’m looking at spending the rest of 2015 doing gym-based training and riding my bicycle, with the goal of running again at the start of 2016.
In other news, I’ve had the chance to check out some great new bands over the last couple of months.
I’ve been really impressed with Israeli power-metal outfit Sensorium and their exhilarating debut The Art of Living, a strong showing from Canadian desert rockers Headloss and their self-titled debut and the absolute beast that is Cell 36, the latest LP from Luton’s Sykopath Condor.
You can read my reviews of all those albums on DangerDog music reviews by following clicking the links above. Meanwhile, over on Ampkicker, I waxed enthusiastically about The Plague Within from doom veterans Paradise Lost, and I’m also gearing up to interview the awesome While She Sleeps, as well as Miss May I and Hurried in Verona. More on that when it happens.
Remembering Hot Rod
I’ve made no secret of the fact that despite being in my early-30s, I’m still a fan of that most bizarre and outlandish art-form known as professional wrestling. I can’t help it, nor do I want to. The child in me still finds some enjoyment from the over-the-top nature and theatrics of the whole thing, whilst the adult writer in me tends to appreciate the compelling Good vs. Evil storylines that are the backbone of the entire medium,
Still, it’s been a sad time for wrestling fans the world over as of late, particularly following the deaths of Dusty Rhodes and one of my personal favourites, Rowdy Roddy Piper. As I explained in my recent piece on Fightbooth, I don’t normally go in for writing gushing tribute pieces, but this time, I made an exception. I’m glad I did too; Raising Hell in Heaven: A Tribute to Rowdy Roddy Piper is one of the most personal pieces I’ve ever written about pro wrestling, and even though it may not technically be my greatest piece of writing ever, it is one of my most honest and sincere, and I’m immensely proud of it.
I wrote a load of other stuff on Fightbooth too, I asked whether Samoa Joe would be better off in WWE or GWF, provided some early speculation on Summerslam 2015 (all of which proved to be way off the mark), and did an equally as poor job predicting the results of both Battleground and Extreme Rules.
Meanwhile, over on the Camel Clutch Blog, I pitted Brock Lesnar against the likes of Dean Ambrose and Luke Harper before going on to complain that a four-hour Summerslam is just too much.
I’ve found my creative mojo rising again recently, and in between the countless unfinished drafts sat not three feet away from me right now, I managed to record two new pieces, Human and Afraid of the Dark.
That’s about all I’ve got for now. Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed some of the links above.