Post by Brandon Leno on Dec 4, 2022 11:51:41 GMT -5
Pig Man Lives…
When it comes to music, Brandon Leno could listen to it all day and never get bored. Lighting up a spliff and putting on a record is probably his favorite pastime. Call it enlightenment, being high, whatever you want, there is something about the combo that brings Leno to a different astral plane. One where focus and clarity are bursting at the seams within the mind of Mr. Psychedelic. Nothing beats a live fuckin show…
The Bay Area is famous for many reasons, Alcatraz, the San Francisco bridge suspended above the bay. When it comes to sports, NBA champs Golden State call the bay their home along with the Giants and 49ers. Musically, there’s some history here as well. The counterculture movement in the 60’s started and boomed right here in Frisco. Haight & Ashbury was the mecca for those lost souls looking for a home where they would be accepted, not gawked at and criticized by the conservative society that had ruled America for decades. Acts like Jefferson Airplane, Bobby Weir and the Dead made their home here. These days it is home to a new, growing rock scene. Many of these bands are considered Neo-Psychedelia. One of these artists is Ty Segall, who has taken psychedelic rock and put his own fuzzy garage style spin to it.
Man, after the match I had last week at Turmoil, a Ty Segall show is exactly what I need man.
Brandon Leno, wearing faded blue jeans, a King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard shirt on, stands inside the venue that is host to Ty Segall and his Pig Man Lives tour. He sits at the crowded bar area of the venue with a few friends.
Good win by the way bro. You really killed it at Turmoil. That P.K.N. chick showing up was a bit weird.
Yeah, I have no idea what that was all about but I guess it doesn’t concern me so…I’m back on Clash. I just hope Red, White and Bruised, Karlie especially, learned to treat guests with a bit more…hospitality.
Geno, a broad shouldered Italian who looks like he would rip someone’s head off in an instant with enormous vigor, in reality is a giant teddy bear who wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless you mess with his family or friends, sits to the left of Leno.
I wonder if this opening act is going to be any good. I heard it's a reggae chick.
Suddenly the place goes wild as a man adjusts a mic on stage. I know you all want to see Ty, but before that we have a very special guest performing tonight. Please give it up for the Lonely Queen, Sativa!
Leno was starstruck as this beautiful goddess walked out onto the stage. People cheered to a deafening pitch, but Leno didn’t know that as the sound seemed to disappear as if he had a sudden onset of piercing deafness. All his focus was on the delicate flower that swayed on stage as the trumpets started in. A weakness buckled his knees. Leno had never felt this way before, but he enjoyed the feeling…
Jonesin for a Dub…
Vermillion, South Dakota
Mason Jones, if you haven’t heard by now, my name is Mr. Psychedelic, Brandon Leno bro! When I first saw your name next to mine on this card, I was excited for this match man. You have shown at times that you can be a force to be reckoned with, good competition for the opponent. That's why I came here to AW. I knew that it was home to some of the best wrestlers in the world, providing a good challenge to see where I stand with my wrestling abilities. From what I have learned in this short, but groovy life of mine is that you can’t excel or progress unless you challenge yourself. Staying complacent only breeds mediocrity, and man, this groovy dude doesn't want to be just good. No, I want to be great! I want to be the best that I can be, man! I want to be in the conversation with the Gerard Angelos, Jill Parks of the world. The only way for me to do that is to continue climbing the ladder, facing challenge after challenge. Last week on Turmoil, I took care of probably one of the best on CruiserClash, Karlie Nash.
Leno lights up a spliff and puts on a Black Angels record. The hazy smoke billows into the air, filling the room with a sweet, earthy aroma.
Let’s get something straight, my beef with Karlie Nash was simply about manners. She didn’t have the greatest hospitality when I showed up, but one thing that I can respect about her is that she is damn good between those ropes, man. She is indeed the “Premier Athlete”. She just might be a future contender for that Cruiserweight title soon because I think she is on the up and up. She just needs to be a tad bit nicer to people. The next test for me comes in the form of “Big Bone” Mason Jones. Clearly you have the size advantage, which if you don’t know how to counter it, can be a concerning aspect once in the squared circle. One thing I learned from my days in Japan was how to use someone's size and weight to your advantage. No mountain is too big to overcome and the Mason Jones mountain is no different! Win or lose, Mason Jones you are in for a fight bro, I’m coming in with a bang and leaving with that groovy dub man!
A knock at the door disturbs him from his hazy mind. Getting up off the couch he goes over to unlock the door. The camera fades but Leno can be heard “I told you a half hour man...
