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Matthew J. Webster – Writer

Nerve damage, no problem.

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Sciatica: the early days.

Sciatica: the early days.

Sciatica, from “burning or tingling down the leg…numbness…constant pain on one side of the rear…”

Yep, got it. #Acupuncture, here I come!

I got the hematoma pictured from incorrectly holding a “suitcase” kick pad for a Muay Thai partner. All you young kids in school, don’t turn out like me! Unless you don’t mind a little nerve damage. Must be so much easier to be a lover than a fighter.

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January 8, 2014 at 16:03

Muay Thai Hygiene

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Here you see my mouthpiece. Anti-septic for unarmed combat.

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January 6, 2014 at 17:28

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Top six excuses for not practicing Muay Thai (and how I dismiss them).

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 imagine myself kicking the crap out of this guy when I'm trying to fall asleep.

Buakaw: I imagine myself kicking the crap out of this guy when I’m trying to fall asleep.

1. My butt hurts. (It always hurts. I’m 42 and I train for a notoriously savage combat sport generally practiced by adolescents and pre-pubescent children.)

2. It’s crappy outside. (I live in Boston, if weather were a deterrent I’d get nothing done outside my home.)

3. I’m still sore from the last time I trained and I need rest. (Two days rest is reasonable, three days off means my work rate suffers when I get back at it.)

4. I can still protect myself and knock out opponents if I only train four days a week. (Maybe, but how many days did my opponent train?)

5. I’m in the mood for peace and love today, not fighting. (Nobody will care about my feelings when I step over the ropes. Performance is key.)

6. I don’t need to actually fight to research a writing project about Muay Thai. (No, but competition will only improve the chances of selling the project. I must be fairly desperate to be putting myself through all this, anyway, so why not take a risk and put my balls on the line?)

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December 29, 2013 at 16:46

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Kickboxing: the faster fight sport?

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No kissing and hugging: Wayne Barrett (left) won the decision over 185 lb champ Joe Schilling at Glory 12.

No kissing and hugging: Wayne Barrett (left) won the decision over 185 lb champ Joe Schilling at Glory 12.

12/18/13 — BOSTON:

Kickboxing may be accompanied by punchier sound cues than any other fight sport.

On November 23 at GLORY 12, just seconds into Round 1, Brian Collette’s knockout kick to the head of Warren Thompson reported a brittle “SPLAT!” audible all the way back to the cheap seats of the Madison Square Garden Theater, such that fans groaned and some wondered, briefly, if part of Thompson had snapped.

In the US particularly, the savage art the French call “foot-and-fist” has been eclipsed over the last 20 years by the rise to mainstream popularity of Mixed Martial Arts (MMA). MMA is a newer hybrid of fighting disciplines lead by Dana White’s Ultimate Fighting Challenge (UFC).

MMA allows the kicks, punches, elbows and knee strikes that comprise Muay Thai, Thailand’s ancient war dance, combined with mat-bound grappling techniques used in amateur wrestling and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.

Kickboxing allows “no kissing and hugging,” as light heavyweight prodigy Gökhan “The Rebel” Saki has put it, just tornadoes of punches, kicks and knee strikes in combinations. Read the rest of this entry »

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December 18, 2013 at 21:47

Matt Webster – Best of 2013


Records 2013
Lenny Lashley’s Gang of One – Illuminator
Against The Grain – Surrounded by Snakes
The Bronx – IV
Funeral Cone – Peel Back The Foil EP
Bad Weather California – Backseats EP
Corrosion of Conformity – Megalodon EP
Good For You – Life’s Too Short Not To Hold A Grudge

Live Music 2013
Against The Grain (Midway Cafe)
Obsidian and Funeral Cone (Roggie’s)
FLAG, TSOL, and Cerebral Ballzy (Paradise)
My Bloody Valentine (House of Blues)
Bad Religion and The Bronx (House of Blues)
Lenny Lashley’s Gang of One (JP Music Fest)

Best Live Sports 2013: Glory 12 Kickboxing (MSG Theater)

Best Politics 2013: On Nov. 6, 2012, 63% of Massachusetts voters approved a ballot question making our state the 18th to enact a compassionate medical marijuana program.

Worst Politics 2013: Scumbag Tsarnaev brothers interpret their inability to attract chicks in high school as a reason to murder and maim innocent people at the Boston Marathon.

My resolution for 2014: No more Boston house “pahties” because they remind of my teaching days, except I’m struggling to communicate with drunks instead of non-native English speakers. If you won’t introduce yourself, I am not coming to your party!

*Special Bonus* 2012 Records
Obsidian – Spectre
Cinema Cinema – 50 ft. Queenie/Adult Themes 7″
Tim Barry – 40 Miler
Enslaved – Riitiir
The Shrine – S/T
Corrosion of Conformity – S/T
Dying Fetus – Reign Supreme

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December 17, 2013 at 18:29

Letter From Boston

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12:02 4/19/13

The subject of the manhunt in #Boston now is 19 or 20 years old. He attended high school at Cambridge Rindge and Latin, considered one of the best public high schools in the US. He is a “digital native,” a millennial habituated to analyzing information (e.g. computer games) and foreseeing predictable events (like a media blitz) far faster than educated adults of older generations. This moment on the lam, with his desperately fearful younger face plastered over all our monitors as we fail to sleep from paranoia, cling to each other inside our apartments, shake our heads toward each in utter, broken-hearted bafflement as we pass on the sidewalk in light of a greeting  — this moment of adrenaline and fear of death was the kid’s whole motivation for doing this.

Now we know how it feels to be wrong, too, the way he felt all through puberty; a proud Muslim immigrant to the US in a time of intense American patriotism: strange, perpetually labeled a foreigner because he carried an accent and a name no one knew how to pronounce, from an unfashionable, poor country, called a loser by his uncle back “home” because he was slower than his older brother. We feel afraid of making an absent-minded mistake like he felt every morning before school, except that we fear being bodily maimed as a result, or to go to work because we might be killed, and he feared another failed math test, or another failure to communicate with a girl.

I’m afraid, but not that much. I’m prepared to visit the bodega for some low-sodium soy sauce, despite police warnings. The bodega’s not afraid of me, they know me. I’m part of the family there, and at the barber shop next door. I live in a heavily Caribbean neighborhood. The first time you walk into a local Caribbean store, if you speak to the employees politely, tell them you live nearby and, kind of, lean around like you’re in your own living room for a little while, from then on every time you return to the store the employees, customers, and their friends will all treat you as if you are a guest in their own private living room. I was, literally, welcomed to the family the first time Eduardo cut my hair next door.

I’m even prepared to learn the Spanish word for “soy sauce,” although learning Spanish has been slower than I’d hoped when moving here. I did dream in Spanish for the first time two nights ago, so the hood must be having some effect on me. The bodega is armed in case things turn ugly. There’s a precinct house three blocks away.

I don’t live the vast majority of my life in fear and I never will. I can put up with a few more hours.

Sincerely, with absolute respect to all who have been killed or injured, and their loved ones — right now, with helicopters outside my window, I’d rather die or have a leg blown off than eat boiled dumplings without soy sauce in this City I love.

That goes for cities I love around the world, too: Berlin, Los Angeles, New York, Paris, Seoul, Jerusalem, and Marrakech. All my towns have seen days of paranoia and bloodshed like we fear in Boston now. All societies create minorities of  losers and outcasts. The proportion of the minority, and how they are treated, is the measure of social civility.

That’s why I’m afraid, but not too much, of getting a limb blown off or killed when I go downstairs for soy sauce in 20 minutes. Not too afraid because this is a tolerant community. There will always be losers like Dzhokhar  Tsarnaev, in every American high school. A fraction of them will have psychotic breaks like him, but no one will notice because they never talked to anyone. There are six million people in Massachusetts. The percentages got to us and we’re having a very bad day. There is nothing particular about Boston’s character that produced Dzhokhar. Tamerlan

I fear his bombs, as primitive as they are, and but I’m not afraid of Dzhokhar.Tamerlan. I’ve read Bruce Lee’s book on self-defense. He’s a frightened, little loner. I have my City, and the whole world is with me.

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April 19, 2013 at 12:08

Kilslug – Sins, Tricks and Lies (Review)

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When you’re disgusted with humanity, seek solace in the music of Kilslug, Boston’s eons-running doom rock villains.

I take “Sins, Tricks and Lies” to be Kilslug’s newest release, but who really knows? The physical facts of this 11-inch, backwards-tracking vinyl-only item are almost as challenging as the music recorded thereupon, and best described by the video above.

As ever, Larry Lifeless, Big Daddy and the boys deliver a full slate of red-hot, anti-Christian sputum guaranteed to clear the room of weaklings. Hell, do I feel wretched.

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October 6, 2012 at 02:18

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