Rock Bottom Podcast (Blasting Into Gen Z's, School Boards, And Beyond!)
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“WE JUST BROKE 200K STREAMS!” #winning
Welcome to the Rock Bottom Podcast — where Gen Z gets a cold plunge into reality. If you're a high schooler crying “trauma” because the Wi-Fi glitched during your TikTok scroll, or a college freshman convinced life peaked at orientation week, buckle up. This isn’t your safe space. This is your sarcastic wake-up call.
We’re not here to coddle you—we’re here to slap the oat milk latte out of your hand and drop the truths your college advisor’s too scared to say: nobody cares about your major in “Influencer Psychology,” rent doesn’t wait for your vibes to align, and your boss won’t throw you a pizza party for showing up.
At Rock Bottom, the excuses end, the roasting begins, and the participation trophies get melted into paperweights. Expect flaming takes, foul-mouthed facts, and enough satire to make your guidance counselor file for stress leave.
Welcome to the bottom—where the only direction left is up (if you’re lucky).
Who Is Eric Scott Gold, Really?
Let’s be clear—Eric Scott Gold isn’t just another guy with a mic and a chip on his shoulder. He’s a 30-year entertainment veteran, a human Swiss Army knife, and a professional chaos coordinator. From acting and hosting at Universal and Disney, to managing massive events, to chairing nonprofits like the Bucks County Anti-Bullying Association and Wish Upon a Wedding, Eric’s always been about one thing: making moments matter—and making them loud.
Born with hustle in his DNA and a mic in his hand, Eric made his mark on the Philly-area scene as DJ ESG, packing dance floors and mastering connection. But it didn’t stop at music. With an eye for business, a sixth sense for BS, and no patience for the status quo, Eric launched The Rock Bottom Podcast—a raw, hilarious, unfiltered show that drags dysfunction into the daylight (especially in public education).
Behind the sarcasm and sound effects is a guy who lives for growth. He’s not interested in easy. He’s interested in real. He’s led teams, built brands, managed chaos, and somehow still finds the time to create content that hits hard. With over 200,000 streams across 18 platforms since May 2023, he’s proving that when you mix real talk with real talent—people tune in.
Is he perfect? Hell no. And he’ll be the first to say it. But he’s honest, relentless, and allergic to mediocrity. Whether he’s ranting on the mic or running the show at a wedding, one thing’s for sure: Eric shows up real, every damn time.
🏆 Awards & Street Cred
• Multiple “Best Of” Awards
• 7x Finalist – International Mobile Entertainer of the Year
• Top 5 Podcast in the Philadelphia Region
🎤 High-Profile Moments
• DJed Jason Kelce’s wedding
• Hosted Anjelica Huston’s 60th birthday
• Opened for *Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, Pussycat Dolls
• Former house DJ – Philadelphia 76ers & Flyers
• Performed as Frankenstein in Universal’s Beetlejuice Rock N Roll Review
• 1,849 events hosted (and counting)
• 275+ wedding officiant ceremonies – 100+ LGBTQ
❤️ Community Impact
• Former President – Wish Upon a Wedding
• Former Rep – Make-A-Wish & Jewish Association of America
• Longtime supporter of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation
Mic on. Gloves off. Let’s get to the bottom of it.
Rock Bottom Podcast (Blasting Into Gen Z's, School Boards, And Beyond!)
The Beautiful Disaster Of Saying Goodbye To Childhood
Ready or not, you've crossed the threshold into the strange twilight zone known as senior year—that bizarre final chapter where the rulebook gets tossed out the window and the only metric that matters is how quickly you can secure that screenshot from Cash App.
Senior year exists in its own reality. It's the academic equivalent of The Purge, but for responsibility. Students navigate this final stretch operating at peak horniness while college essays get outsourced to ChatGPT between vape hits and TikTok scrolling sessions. Meanwhile, equally burnt-out teachers are just counting down to retirement, teaching Shakespeare like it's a hostage negotiation or showing Dead Poets Society for the fifteenth time while quietly sobbing in the back row.
The most damning indictment of our education system becomes crystal clear during this final year. We'll force you through calculus but never teach you how to pay rent without crying. You'll memorize the mitochondria's function but remain clueless about filing taxes. The real curriculum—the one that actually prepares you for adult life—gets delivered through TikTok sex ed, Snapchat drug awareness, and that one entrepreneurial friend who somehow already has an OnlyFans and a 1099. Senior year transforms into this emotional hurricane—part funeral for your childhood, part reckless celebration of impending freedom—where you're simultaneously terrified of what comes next while desperately trying to hook up one last time before heading off to community college. It's Project X meets Degrassi meets The Walking Dead, with anxiety and an STD test sprinkled on top. Subscribe now for more unfiltered, unaccredited education as we continue exploring the beautiful disasters of young adulthood and prepare to tackle college orientation in our next episode.
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Peace, Love & God Above! :-)
All right, congrats, filthy animals. You have reached the finish line of the dumbest, horniest, most unnecessarily complicated obstacle course since American Ninja Warrior ADHD edition. Welcome to senior year. Grades don't matter. Attendance is optional. The only diploma you're chasing is a screenshot from Cash App. I'm telling you All right. So let me tell you what senior year is. It's the fucking purge. But for responsibility, you got one year to do absolutely nothing, fail upwards and still get handed a piece of paper that says congrats, you survived a taxpayer-funded fucking prison.
Speaker 1:Let's not pretend you have been operating at a solid 8.6 on the horny teen movie scale since junior prom. Your college essay was probably just a chat gbt draft you copy between vape hits and tiktok fucking thirst traps. You know I'm right, you got more snap streaks than passing grades. Your airpods haven't left your ear since 2022. At this point, you've got more of a relationship with spotify than you do with your own fucking parents. You get to leave school early, which means exactly two fucking things chick-fil-A runs and hotboxing your mom's RAF4. While pretending to care about your future, you only care about the opposite sex right now and where the next fucking party is. You don't eat lunch. You fucking pregame it Gatorade, sour gummies. Leftover. Edible from homecoming equals a well-balanced academic diet. Over edible from homecoming equals a well-balanced academic diet. Your idea of career planning is DMing an influencer with 11,000 fucking followers Yo, how do I get rich without fucking working? Don't ask Mr Beast. That motherfucker works his ass off. So let's be fucking real now.
Speaker 1:Your teachers are just as done as you are. Mr Dinkins been tenured since Saved by the Bell was on air. He's got 14 years till retirement and he's still teaching Shakespeare like it's a fucking hostage negotiation. Your English teacher entire lesson plan is just watching Dead Poets Society and crying. Your gym teacher still rocking the same whistle from 03. Hasn't physically moved since Bush was in office. The substitute looks like he or she wandered in from community theater. Performance of csi cafeteria duty, all right.
Speaker 1:So why do schools make you take calculus, but not how to pay rent without fucking crying or going into debt? They'll teach you about mitochondria for six years straight, but not how to do your fucking taxes. Why? Because they don't give a fuck. It's academic fraud. This is exactly why eighth place trophies were no good. You shouldn't have collected an eighth place trophy. Mom, I don't know how to do it, johnny. Just fucking pour the milk into the bowl and stir. I mean, come on, ah yes, the real curriculum Sex ed taught by TikTok, drug ed taught by Snapchat. Life schools taught by that one friend who somehow has an only fans and a 1099, and we all have that one friend. There's one kid in your class that has everything together and already knows what he's going to be doing when he's 24 years old or she.
Speaker 1:Let's not act like you didn't hook up with someone in a car in the parking lot during fourth period. The dent in the back seat, that's extra credit. You vape like it's fucking an Olympic event. Your school backpack got a grinder, a pair of Crocs, three empty cellulose cans. Dude, you are not okay. And some of you are out here slinging edibles in the hallway like it's Shark Tank Degenerate Teen Edition.
Speaker 1:I don't give a shit what it is, as long as it's kind of high level. I mean, come on, you're fucking high school kids. That's what you're supposed to do, right? I don't know in this world, I'm not sure if you or someone you know has mistaken five milligrams of thc for 50 milligrams. Please report immediately to the nurse's office for a caprice son and an emotional support. Ferret, I'm telling you why just fucking do, fucking do it. Don't ask questions. Just go find a nurse named Carrie or something.
Speaker 1:Y'all ain't trying to be doctors, you're trying to be verified. Now you can pay for that shit. You want six figures, 10 million followers, zero work and all the clout. You just want to be fucking famous. College used to be about higher education. Now it's about a higher weed tolerance and seeing how long you can ride daddy's Discover card before Sally Mae fucking finds you and asks you to pay interest. You're not writing cover letters. You're writing captions for your IG thirst trap that says grind now, shine later, while sitting on a couch your mom still is paying for. Listen, dude, the closest thing to a long-term investment you've made is that. Get rich, cry trying NFT.
Speaker 1:You bought sophomore year and haven't looked at since. Career day was just a Google meet with your uncle who sells crypto and swears he's not a pyramid scheme Spoiler he is. You ever realize how weird senior year is? It's like a year-long funeral for your childhood, where you dress in pajamas, twerk at football games and then fucking whine when someone signs your yearbook. Hacks google that shit. You're saying goodbye to people you've known since kindergarten by flipping them off, tagging them an instagram story and writing don't forget about me when you're famous under a blurry fucking group pic while you're on your way to penn state or alabama, to I don't know, find more guys and more girls and figure out freshman year, while you're still making TikToks and Instagram videos. Like the whole school turns into the Bachelor by the end of the year.
Speaker 1:Everybody's trying to hook up like one last time, like you're going off to war, not fucking Bucks County Community College. Oh, my goodness gracious, you're gonna cry when you walk across that stage, not because of the pride, because that fucking rope cost you 85 and it makes you look like a broke ass. Hogwarts dropout oh my goodness gracious, I wore the same fucking rope twice, actually three times. Yo, high school's over you, beautiful disasters. You are now legally allowed to fail. Do whatever you want. You're 18. Mom and dad are not going to bail you out of jail. Well, they still might bail you out of jail jail but they don't have to be there when the homicide detective or the narcotics detective or whatever fucking detective questions you. They don't need to be there anymore. You got to learn the hard way that post-balloon lyrics don't count as financial planning.
Speaker 1:All right, senior year is the most lit, most ratchet, most emotional, unstable rom-com of your life. It's project x meets Degrassi, meets the Walking Dead, with some anxiety and an STD test sprinkled on top. Follow my fucking podcast unfiltered, unaccredited and emotionally unstable education you can ever get Coming. Next week we're gonna do college orientation, not the road trip edition. With Tom Green. I'm gonna teach you how to get robbed by a meal plan. You won't wanna miss this one. I'm going to teach you how to get robbed by a meal plan. You won't want to miss this one. I'm DJ EST. Peace, love and God above. And thank you for listening to the Rock Bottom Podcast and I'm out Bye-bye.
