Helloween - “Halloween”
The true majesty of this song is in the album version, which is over 13 minutes long. It contains a multitude of guitar solos, a variety of movements and a call and response section between the lead singer and a demon (probably not an actual one). Still, the video version has its perks.
Listen: Witch, “Rip Van Winkle”
All I want to do this Halloween is lock myself up in my room with some whiskey and horror movies and music that sounds like this. Or, go to the parade in the Village. Haven’t decided yet.
Klutz
Last night I was coming out of the bathroom when I tripped on an extention cord. It was connected to a solitary string of Christmas lights wrapped around the railing of our back deck. I hit the cord with enough force to yank it out of the socket and bending one of the metal prongs. I caught myself, before I fell forward on to the hard tiles, but when I bent down to plug the cord back into the outlet, I banged my forehead hard on a wooden shelf. After the ringing in my head subsided, I heard a laugh track.
I’m comically clumsy. I don’t just trip or fall, I injure myself in set pieces. One halloween, this girl I had a thing for (and maybe it was mutual) saw me on a street in a crowd of people. I came up from behind her and said hello—as a surprise. She was so happy to see me (and swimming in fruity vodka drinks) that she shrieked in delight and jumped at me to hug me. I too was surprised at her excitement, and the unexpected impact caused me to fall flat on my back with her on top of me. The crowds parted around us. I’m a target for small catastrophes.
Halloween is my second or third favorite holiday. I would like Halloween more if it didn’t steal my birthday’s thunder. It’s tomorrow, by the way (please plan accordingly). But I love to celebrate Halloween. I even got dressed up this year (the party was last week, but whatever), and I usually shun costumes. I prefer getting into the holiday spirit by listening to pagan black metal and watching horror movies. This morning, before work, I watched The Mother of Tears by “Italian Master of Horror” Dario Argento, starring his daughter Asia Argento, pictured above (from another movie, but you get the point).
The movie was a bit silly, but I loved it (even though the ending sucked). I forgot what it was like to watch a horror film that wasn’t remade from an Asian source, or unimaginative, music video-style torture porn. The Mother of Tears had sexy witches, scary demons, catacombs and even a zombie thrown in for good measure. Kind of like a D&D adventure module, without all the dice. Also, there was plenty of tits and blood. And of course, it starred Ms. Argento, a long-time friend of this site, who’s not only sexy and Italian, but whose visage also helped rack up hits from skeevy Euro-pervs looking for n00dz at the old Counting Backwards. Happy Halloween, indeed.
