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Trick or Treat!!!
Oct. 31st, 2007 10:36 amLet's start with the Grandaddy of all Halloween Videos, Modest Mussorgsky's A Night on Bald Mountain from the Disney classic Fantasia.
Oct. 31st, 2007
Let's start with the Grandaddy of all Halloween Videos, Modest Mussorgsky's A Night on Bald Mountain from the Disney classic Fantasia.
Video Nasties..
Oct. 31st, 2007 11:33 amHere's a match made in Hell... Hieronymus Bosch and Buckethead. I know I may have posted this one before, but what the fuck, this one's called "Spokes for the Wheel of Torment"!
Video Nasties!
Oct. 31st, 2007 11:48 amEvery time I used to spin a Halloween event you were guaranteed to hear these two songs in my set list. Seeing as how i'm happily retired (if not a bit nostalgic) here's two of my favorites.
The first one always reminds me of that episode of Father Ted where the Priest DJ shows up to spin some event on Craggy Island and only bought one ep with him, Ghost Town by The Specials, which he proceeds to play throughout the night... including during the National Anthem. I miss that show. Ladies and gentlemen...
When I was working for The Promoter at his night club back in the day, I wanted to pitch this song as a performance for one of the shows (I don't say it often enough, but it was working with that Vault/Chamber-era SR that got me intrested in the possibilities of theatre as a creative outlet... I know, I know... you didn't ask). The show itself (as I recall) was going to be a burlesque number with a woman dressed in some kind 1930's dapper devil drag and proceed to seduce an impoverished housewife of some type whose husband would be passed out drunk at the table (I figured the scene would be in a kitchen... a table, two chairs, should have done it in a pinch). I'm not sure how they would've done the 'red right hand' though... as a crimson glove perhaps or a little bit of make-up maybe?
Anyway without further ado... the one and only Nick Cave from one of his best albums (which is saying a lot), Let Love In:
The first one always reminds me of that episode of Father Ted where the Priest DJ shows up to spin some event on Craggy Island and only bought one ep with him, Ghost Town by The Specials, which he proceeds to play throughout the night... including during the National Anthem. I miss that show. Ladies and gentlemen...
When I was working for The Promoter at his night club back in the day, I wanted to pitch this song as a performance for one of the shows (I don't say it often enough, but it was working with that Vault/Chamber-era SR that got me intrested in the possibilities of theatre as a creative outlet... I know, I know... you didn't ask). The show itself (as I recall) was going to be a burlesque number with a woman dressed in some kind 1930's dapper devil drag and proceed to seduce an impoverished housewife of some type whose husband would be passed out drunk at the table (I figured the scene would be in a kitchen... a table, two chairs, should have done it in a pinch). I'm not sure how they would've done the 'red right hand' though... as a crimson glove perhaps or a little bit of make-up maybe?
Anyway without further ado... the one and only Nick Cave from one of his best albums (which is saying a lot), Let Love In:
Party Time
Oct. 31st, 2007 04:30 pmThe best parties start slow, usually beginning with a handful of folks over in the living room where the musics going, work their way over to the kitchen for mixed drinks and fingerfood, takes a quick detour to the bathroom where its all razors, smoke and mirrors until finally (God, Goddess and the Devil willing), you end up either in a strangers bedroom naked or county lock up with a hang over and a freshly updated rap sheet.
These parties however aren't usually held in a recently abandoned townhome now serving as a squat house to the various gutter punks, junkies and teenage winos that make up the Terminus Scene. The differences are small but noticable. For example at one party your average problems range from running out of ice to having some amateur drunk confuse your sink with the toliet. While at the other, well...
"Get 'em off me...get 'em off me... get 'em off me... get emmmmmwhaaaaAAAAAHHHH!" Half-Phil's been screaming in the hall closet for the better part of twenty minutes now. Maybe longer, but its been twenty minutes since anyone noticed the noises coming from down the hallway. Normally we'd just let him find his own way home from a bad trip but all it would take is some passing citizen or nosey neighbor to hear Half-Phil's freak out session and have 5-0 here stat. ( Read more... )
These parties however aren't usually held in a recently abandoned townhome now serving as a squat house to the various gutter punks, junkies and teenage winos that make up the Terminus Scene. The differences are small but noticable. For example at one party your average problems range from running out of ice to having some amateur drunk confuse your sink with the toliet. While at the other, well...
"Get 'em off me...get 'em off me... get 'em off me... get emmmmmwhaaaaAAAAAHHHH!" Half-Phil's been screaming in the hall closet for the better part of twenty minutes now. Maybe longer, but its been twenty minutes since anyone noticed the noises coming from down the hallway. Normally we'd just let him find his own way home from a bad trip but all it would take is some passing citizen or nosey neighbor to hear Half-Phil's freak out session and have 5-0 here stat. ( Read more... )