The question remains what airlines have to gain from having such a cadre of dance music headliners burrowing away at exclusive content for long-haul travellers. The In Flight Entertainment (IFE) industry is currently worth $2.9 billion, and has been predicted to increase to $7.4 billion within the next decade. This will not only be the result of airlines frequently investing in IFE technology, but also through new strains of on-board advertising and advancements in aviation technology. These injections of the modern and the novel will surely keep the IFE industry gaining capital.
For THUMP, I wrote about the relationship between dance music, the airline industry and the companies that combine the two worlds for the means of in-flight entertainment. I spoke to Danny Howard, Markus Schultz and The Beat Thiefs for this one!
Meet Piu Piu: member of the Girls Girls Girls club clique, DJ for Rinse France, creator of dope, pretty wavering multi-tracked head-nodders. Produced by Iamnobodi, who really tinkers with those Dilla-esque snare hits until they’re just right. Bonus Beyoncé sample (from ‘Blue’), because it’s 2014 and yeah, have a bonus Beyoncé sample.
I was snooty about wrestling as a kid, sneering at WCW as I channelsurfed past Nitro and really not wanting to understand the other kids’ obsession with yelling “SUCK IT!” I was reintroduced to wrestling in university because it got me out of the terrible flat I was staying in at the time. I would crash on the couch of the house five of my friends shared, watching glassy-eyed as my fellow students explained to me who everyone was. CM Punk was the head of the Straight-Edge Society at the time. I was one of those straight-edgers that hated other straight-edgers, so I immediately found Punk hilarious and a poser. When I attended the Wrestlemania XXIV party - my first Mania - Punk won the Money in the Bank briefcase and I was pretty much on board as a fan. Although my attention dwindled from year to year, I would always try my hardest to make the annual Wrestlemania party with friends, usually not having a clue as to what was going on. By the time Wrestlemania 29 came around, I was well aware of what was going on.
This year’s Wrestlemania was easily the best experience I’ve had as a wrestling fan, because I was in a room full of friends and our emotional responses were real and heartfelt - when Daniel Bryan won the WWE Championship, we jumped to our feets and hugged one another while yelling his “YES YES YES” chant. It was also the most inside-baseball Wrestlemania party I’d been a part of, with terms like “pop”, “buried”, “shoot” and “Gorilla position” thrown out. When the Undertaker’s twenty-one year streak was beaten in a mediocre match by ex-UFC fighter Brock Lesnar, the genuine shock in the room soon gave way to theories. Was it a botched job? Did someone call an audible on the crowd reaction? See how long it took for the graphic to come up, was it all a work?
This is the difference between growing up a fan in the Attitude era and becoming a fan as an adult - your pop culture education is dictated by what’s out there on the internet. I don’t think the kids doing DX taunts and practicing Stunners on each other were looking for dirt sheets, but now there are various different ways to find out wrestling rumours. I never thought there was such a thing as wrestling bloggers, but now I read Brandon Stroud and The Masked Man every week, learning the lingo from them. I hit Youtube to watch random clips with little context: Sting joining the NWO Wolfpac, Kenta Kobashi’s retirement match, NWA-era Steamboat v Flair promos, Chikara tag-team brawls. I find the Wikipedia pages to fill in the gaps - they are sometimes easily explained, sometimes confusing and riddled with complexity. Last year I didn’t know what ‘kayfabe’ meant, and now I use it to explain wrestling’s twisty-turny relationship with real life and Real Life. I feel a little bit like I’ve cheated at learning so quickly and learning so little, but here I am. Sorry to pretend, but a few clicks made me this way.
Above is the Ultimate Warrior tribute package from last night’s episode of Raw. When the Undertaker’s former manager Paul Bearer passed away last year, the death was turned into an angle for CM Punk’s rivalry with the Undertaker. It was called tasteless by some, despite Bearer’s real life family allegedly happy with the angle. I thought that when someone died in the wrestling world, the threat of becoming a ghostly plot device was always on the cards. I imagined this would happen following the Ultimate Warrior’s sudden death, but instead ten rings of the referee’s bell were rang and the crowd shushed up the best they could. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the tribute. Despite all I had learned through a year and change of clicks and half-assed research, I hadn’t prepared myself for the human factor. Triple H, the WWE’s current Big Bad, is there, holding hands with his wife Stephanie - also an in-show bad guy. The roles were pushed aside. At the far left side of the stage, the muscle-on-top-of-muscle Ryback wore a t-shirt with Ultimate Warrior’s iconic facemask on it. He clapped when appropriate, stared ahead forlornly, kept a respectful poker face throughout. I had gotten so used to him being a bigger-than-life character that destroyed everyone he came across that I was genuinely surprised by the glimpse at Ryan Reeves, the WWE employee. The idea of heels and faces left my mind for a moment and all I saw people amongst their fellow employees, friends and mentors, each one showing their respects. Some were grieving more than others, struggling to stop tears from falling. By the time the ten bells had rung off, echoing to near-silence in the Alabama stadium, I had learned more than I imagined I would. Yes, this seems a little maudlin, but it’s true nonetheless: I saw the humanity behind the novelty, the love and pain and respect shared across one stage. I didn’t expect that. I’ve got a lot more to learn about wrestling, it seems.
Unseen: Me & intotheswamp with arms around each other’s shoulders, on knees, doing a collective headbang/bow gesture during “THAT BREAKDOWN” whilst aintgotnoladytronblues shouts “BOOOO!” and pelts us w/ rubbish.
Gonna disregard my usual blogging format of audio/video to geek out over this song, ‘Tower of Snakes’ by Eighteen Visions
I love this song so so much, if you spoke to me between the age of 17 and 22, this was the bonafide greatest song of all time before I wussed the fuck out and started blogging about music. Shout out my Livejournal page with the layout relevant to this song! Shout out to my leather jacket with Zao ‘5 Year Winter’ lyrics on the back, the Post-era Björk logo on the arm and an 18V merch design for this song at the neck WITH A CONAN THE BARBARIAN QUOTE (also shout out my straight edge collar design, only reason I don’t break that shot out right now *takes a bottle of Kraken to the face*)
THE BREAKDOWN ALONE…!!!
TOP FIVE MOST FLAWLESS MOMENTS IN MUSIC EVER
TOWER OF SNAKES BREAKDOWN »»»»> EVERY CANONICAL ALBUM YOU LOVE EVER, COMBINED (EXCEPT PRINCE RECORDS). OH WHATS UP THE ROLLING STONES?! WHAT UP SIMON AND GARFUNKEL?!! YO, WHO SAID FAITHLESS WERE ALLOWED IN THE BEST ALBUMS EVER LIST?! MAXIII!!! WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY FROOMMMMMMM???!?!?!!!!!