Zoogz Rift | |
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Birth name | Robert Pawlikowski |
Also known as | The Liquid Moamo |
Born | July 10, 1953 |
Origin | Paterson, New Jersey, U.S. |
Died | March 22, 2011 | (aged 57)
Genres | Experimental rock |
Occupations | Musician, composer, painter, pro wrestling entertainer |
Instruments | Guitar |
Years active | 1972–2006 |
Labels | SST Records |
Associated acts | Rocky Howard, John Trubee, Richie Hass, Scott Colby |
Website | [1] |
Zoogz Rift (born Robert Pawlikowski; July 10, 1953 – March 22, 2011)[1] was a musician, painter and professional wrestling personality.
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The Trouser Press describes Zoogz Rift as "an iconoclastic original" who is "as imaginative and stimulating as he is irritating and vitriolic."[2] Rift was influenced by Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart as well as Salvador Dalí and Ayn Rand.[2] Zoogz Rift began his recording career with the album Idiots on the Miniature Golf Course, released by Snout Records in 1979. His long-time collaborators included Richie Häss and John Trubee (the latter being famous for the songshark tune, "A Blind Man's Penis"). Rift released several albums through SST Records during the 1980s.[3] Richard Gehr, writing for Spin, noted that by the time of 1985's Interim Resurgence, Rift had completed a transition from "Zappa sycophancy" to "a conceptual continuity of his very own."[4] Keyboard Magazine, in a special "Experimental Music" issue, described Rift's album The Island of Living Puke as "moments of outstanding free-form rock, sandwiched between scrupulously obscene interruptions." [5]
By 1985, Zoogz Rift had indicated his plans to enter professional wrestling.[4] Zoogz Rift booked the UWF (Universal Wrestling Federation) in 1993. He left the promotion in March 1994, but returned in May 1995 to become Vice-President, alongside founder Herb Abrams. After Abrams died in 1996, the UWF promotion closed and Zoogz was left without a job. Zoogz hosted an online wrestling show, entitled Puke-A-Mania that provides a weekly assessment of WWE and TNA promotions, with Zoogz giving insight on wrestling issues. His rants on the show included the pushing of former WWF superstar Warlord, and his fascination with possibly training 60-year-old Vince McMahon to become a main-event wrestler. With Zoogz' former experience in wrestling, he claimed he could train any man, via the techniques of the Golden Crab, as stated in Episode #3 of Puke-A-Mania.[6]
Zoogz Rift died on March 22, 2011, aged 57. His death was due to serious complications from diabetes which he had been battling for well over a decade.[7][8] He is survived by his son Aaron.
A low-life or lowlife is a term for a person who is considered morally unacceptable by their community. Examples of people who are often called "lowlifes" are thieves, drug dealers, hustlers, freeloaders, scammers, gangsters, gangster girls, drug users, alcoholics, thugs, underage mothers, prostitutes and pimps.
Often, the term is used as an indication of disapproval of antisocial or destructive behaviors, usually bearing a connotation of contempt and derision. This usage of the word dates to 1911.
Upwardly mobile members of an ethnic group, committed to schooling, education and employment prospects, will often repudiate as lowlifes those who opt instead (willingly or unwillingly) for street or gang life.
The lure of the low-life for those in established social strata has been a perennial feature of western history: it can be traced from the Neronian aristocrat described by Juvenal as only at home in stables and taverns - “you'll find him near a gangster, cheek by jowl, mingling with lascars, thieves and convicts on the run” - through the Elizabethan interest in cony-catching, up to William Burroughs' obsession with the hobo, bum, or urban outlaw, and through to the anti-heroes of Cyberpunk.
Low Life, Lowlife or Low-life may refer to:
Low Life: Lures and Snares of Old New York is a 1991 non-fiction book by Luc Sante documenting the life and politics of lower Manhattan from the mid-19th century to the early 20th century.
Low life, it's real
It's Friday night and you've got no steel
You can cry all you like
But the truth still hurts and the hurt still bites
And it all comes down to a very low high
No give, no take
You can't rely on a state of grace
You can cry all you like
But the pressure's on when the vein gets tight
And it's all because of the cynical times
Low life, low life
No aim, no goal
No guiding light that can take control
You can cry all you like
But you still don't speak to a world outside
And it's all because of the sun in your eyes
Low life, low life
You can have it all but not at all fill that hole
You can make this deal go underground
All the saints are praying hard for your soul
You can buy some wheels and run them down
No aim, no goal
No guiding light that can take control
And it all comes down to a very low life