Archive for October, 2011


Music for Halloween, Classic and Otherwise

October 24, 2011

Here are are my top thirteen Halloween music faves. Okay, they’re not all Halloween-specific, but they fit the mood of the holiday. If you expected a “classic” song that’s not there, keep in mind just because it’s old doesn’t mean it’s a classic — or even that good  (sorry, “Monster Mash,” “Purple People Eater,” and theme songs from both The Munsters and Addams Family — all good and fine, if you’re seven years old).

In alphabetical order:

Ballad for Dead Friends (Dashboard Prophets)
Blue (Angie Hart)
Burn the Pain (Trip Cyclone, Shivers 2: Harvest of Souls)
Cry Little Sister (G Tom Mac; True Blood version)
Desperado (Alice Cooper)
Halloween (Dream Syndicate)
Idiot Prayer (Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds)
Pet Sematary (The Ramones)
Rest in Peace (Spike, Once More with Feeling OST)
The Wrong Side (Abney Park)
Time Warp (Rocky Horror Picture Show OST)
Transylvanian Concubine (Rasputina)
Tubular Bells (Mike Oldfeld)

Six songs that scared me as a child (that I’ve since grown to love):

D.O.A.* (Bloodrock)
House of the Rising Sun (The Animals)
I Am the Walrus (The Beatles)
Sick Things (Alice Cooper)
White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane)
White Room (Cream)

Zombies + Beatles = I Wanna Eat Your Brain

Surprisingly, “Sympathy for the Devil” (Rolling Stones) didn’t bother me. Go figure. Maybe even as a kid, I didn’t buy their “ooh we’re dabbling with demonic stuff here” schtick.

*Except for this song. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to release this for radio play (circa 1971)?  Frightened me more than anything I’ve ever heard.  Ever.  Still creeps me out. Do not look this song up; it will give you nightmares.

Six old-school faves*:

Danse macabre (Camille Saint-Saens)
Funeral March of a Marionette (Charles-Francois Gounod)
Hungarian Rhapsodies, No. 2 in D minor (Franz Liszt)
In the Hall of the Mountain King (Edvard Grieg)
Teddy Bear’s Picnic (Henry Hall)
Toccata and Fugue in D minor (Johann Sebastian Bach)

*Gee, waddya know, the majority of these I first heard in old Warner Brothers cartoons. And then there’s Raymond Scott’s “Powerhouse” — which isn’t spooky, but is industrial-assemby-line-unstoppable-machine awesome.

Hope you find something above you will enjoy. Happy Haunting!


Happy Halloween

October 23, 2011

So it’s a bit early.  If I had my way, it’d be Halloween all year round. Last month, my husband and I came home from a night out, and when we opened the patio door, this tarantula walked right in.  Seriously, like it owned the place. We chased it back out to the patio.  It crept over to a potted plant where it met up with a smaller fellah. Mother and son? Giant female and little immature male? Who knows. (Apologies for the blurry pic.) We haven’t seen either one since that night.

Care to dance the tarantella?

Anyway,  hope you all have a safe and happy Halloween!

Ooooo, spooky!


More Old Sci-Fi Movie Posters: Two Creatures and a Crabbe

October 14, 2011

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954). Directed by Jack Arnold. German language poster (obviously).  Doesn’t look like he’d be very fast on land. Oh, and we could make all sorts of remarks about his ruby red fish lips, phallic fish head and the dark mouth of his cave, but — this is a PG site, after all.

The Creature Walks Among Us (1956). Directed by John Sherwood. Raising watery hell in San Francisco. Again, a literal fish out of water story (and, again, note those puffy red fish-lips — eeeew). Quick, doc, the needle!

And now,  a fish-man of another spawn:

Flash Gordon (1936).  Starring Larry “Buster” Crabbe. Raised in Hawaii,  Buster was an Olympian swimmer (gold medalist) who starred in everything from B-movies (Tarzan, The Most Dangerous Game, Island of Lost Souls, Buck Rogers, etc., etc.) to myriad television appearances. He worked consistently from 1930 to 1982 (in 114 titles). He died in 1983. He’s my new old movie-star crush.

Buster Crabbe, Pool-boy Extraordinaire.


It’s October: Time for Werewolves

October 6, 2011

Summer’s done, and Fall has finally come to southern Arizona. Saw a sign in a local used book store pertaining to werewolves and change, and well, I can’t resist:


That’s my version. Hope you like.