How disappointing!  I thought I had tickets to see "Mama Mia" - who doesn't love ABBA, right?  Unfortunately, I walked into the giant IMAX theater by accident and happened to sit through the new Batman flick, Dark Knight.  I thought the movie started off a little weird given the lack of dancing, but after the Joker talked about his childhood memories of his father about 35 minutes in, I knew it was the wrong theatre - as there's no way they'd reveal who the father was in Mama Mia that early on!

So, for the next 2.5 hours or so, I sat through the most erotic film ever!  Erotic you say?  That's probably not the right word, but it would explain the massive hard-on I had the entire time in the theatre.  Normally, a movie with so much hype isn't able to meet my expectations.  It's like when a friend tells you, "Dude - you gotta see this chick, she's the hottest girl ever!"... and then you see the girl, and she's pretty cute - and out of my league - but I'm still somehow disapointed given such high expectations expecting the "hottest girl ever." 

Well, friends, as far as super hero films go - this is the hottest chick ever!  You would eat a mile of her shit to get to her legs, that's how hott she is. Really, Chet - really!?!  Yes - really!!!

I should note that the title of this blog is misleading, I'm not actually going to review the film - as I don't want to spoil anything.  Just go see it.  If this film isn't the sweet sassy to your molassy, please contact me.  You clearly need to be bitch slapped, and I have some wet gloves.

So I was driving into Buffalo this afternoon for grad class while listening to The Shredd and Ragan Show and had the opportunity to go on air and share one of my favorite bad song lyrics.  Click the play button above this post and take a listen.

I honestly didn't plan on actively blogging until I had the podcast show up and running, but I feel inspired to rant some based on an international incident that happened tonight.  After class tonight, I joined a few friends to hydrate myself at the bars on Elmwood Avenue in Buffalo.  I'm standing there by the dart boards with my brewski (b-t-dubs, I highly suggest Rohrbachs Red if your local pub has it on their microbrew menu).... so I'm standing there by the dart board and a relatively attractive blonde female approaches me and asks if she can read my shirt.  I let her read my shirt and then she just walks away without saying ANYTHING!  Who does that!?!  I'm fine with someone asking to read my shirt, but the least you can do is make a comment to me about it.... who just walks away?  I should point out that my shirt says "Canada: America's Hat" (see image below). 

As she walks into the distance I yell, "What?  You aren't Canadian are you?  Damn freeloading Canucks!" to which I received a few laughs from the bar, but no response from her.  She walks back over to her group of 5-6 friends and although I thought it was a little weird that she didn't reply, I did not follow up with her.  After finishing my beer I decided to head out.  While walking past her group of friends, a chair was magically kicked in front of me impeding my exit.  I look to my left to find what one may describe as a typical frat douche - popped collar, gelled fohawk, and all.  I looked at the guy and said, "yes?" - to hear "I'm not a freeloader!"  I of course said, "Oh, I'm sorry - you must be Canadian."  Now up until this point in my life, I've had no real reason to have anything against our neighbor to the north nor it's people.  However, this Mountie without a horse was angry.  What the hell, I thought all Canadian's were supposed to be friendly.  Trying to make peace, I let him know that it's just a shirt and after the Sabres, the Toronto Maple Leafs are my hockey team of choice.  Just my luck... he's an Ottawa Senators fan.  Needless to say, things were getting stickier than a moose covered in maple syrup.  I wasted the next several minutes of my life listening to this Canuck telling me about how he wears his Ottawa jersey to GOLDs gym in Depew and that he's kicked plenty of Buffalo fans asses for less.

I was close to throwing on my knitted tuque, putting a toonie in the jukebox, playing some Celine Dion, and challenging this hoser to a curling match... 'but Chet,' you may ask, 'why didn't you just kick his ass?'.  Simple... Canada has a free national healthcare system for all of its people... and that, my friends, is a system you don't fuck with.

Chet Wild here... welcome to the future home of my new podcast, "The Chet Wild Show" - yeah!  Since entering the 'real world' after college graduation 2 years ago, I've been searching for creative outlets to release the shitstorm of ideas that are always floundering in my head.  I've spent much of my time the past 2 years as a college administrator by day and wanna-be rockstar by night.  Unfortunately, many of those music projects quickly became defunct - as there tends to be a mean case of douchebaginitis around these parts (nothing like spending 30 minutes of rehearsal time listening to your singer and guitar player fight over which Pearl Jam cover better defines us... asses).  Even better is when you reply to a CraigsList post seeking 'professional-minded musicians' who... wait, I'll save my rant on CraigsList 'musicians' for an actual show...

Anyway, it's not all bad.  Being able to teach a college class in 1980s music and pop culture was a blast!  I've decided I need to stop relying on other guitar players who only screw me over in the long run, so I've started studying guitar with Miche' Fambro (www.miche.com).  Check him out, he's awesome (and will hopefully be a guest on the show once it's up and running). 

After recently starting graduate work in Creative Studies, I've come to realize that I'm not doing enough to express myself creatively (instead, I bottle it all up and bitch about how 'i wish i could...').  Anyway, after a little encouragement from my sweetsauce classmates with CPS group diverging and converging (special thanks to Rob for facilitating and Ryan for generating podcast suggestions), I've decided to go ahead and start my own podcast (which will hopefully be picked up by a few college radio stations as well).  I've spent the past few weeks reading books such as "How to Do Everything with Podcasting," "The Complete Guide to Audio and Video Podcasting," and "The Radio Producers Handbook."  This should give me enough information to not totally suck ass. 

Right now I'm working with a few friends on writing material for the show such as parodies, comedy bits, and some weekly features.  I'm also starting to line up interviews with musicians and celebrities from the Buffalo and Rochester area to conduct interviews with for the show.  If you have any suggestions, please send them my way!

Long-story-short, you can expect a weekly half-hour podcast of "The Chet Wild Show" starting sometime in September (if not sooner)....

In the meanwhile, I'll be working on writing and recording for the show as well as building this site. 

Much love all,

Chet