In two days, I’ll walk hand in hand with a 9-year-old zombie softball player, a 10-year-old astronaut and a 17-year-old Batman through several neighborhoods as they knock on strangers’ doors and beg for cavities.
I don’t really like candy (except for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, which are definitely of the Devil) and costumes for people over the age of about 23 kind of creep me out, unless it’s a consenting adult role playing deal, then I support that 100 percent. Wait, what?
But I do like Halloween music. I should clarify I like “my kind” of Halloween music, not The Monster Mash or Purple People Eater.
Jen from Twisted Mixtape http://jenkehl.com/
asked for a scary playlist this time. Since it’s officially Lou Reed Tribute week on My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog, the recently deceased brilliant artists gets the leadoff tune and the post title. These are the song’s any and every Halloween party should play, but don’t.
Halloween Parade – Lou Reed. It starts with a downtown fairy singing out Proud Mary, then introduces a mean Southern Queen and a collection of city freaks that only Lou could tell their stories. It’s like the best Halloween party, ever, that you could get invited to if you just opened up your mind, completely. RIP Lou.
Bela Lugosi’s Dead – Bauhaus. This is my only obvious choice. It should be the season’s theme song. It’s the creepiest epic ever and it created goth rock. Peter Murphy’s macabre performance is amazing.
Crime Scene Part One – Afghan Whigs. I just wanted to play some Afghan Whigs. It starts with a funeral march then expresses a literary tale of a sinful life, death, resurrection, murder, betrayal. Edgar Allan Poe wouldn’t have bought a ticket to this concert and rocked out.
Suzanne Vega – Blood Makes Noise. The title alone wins. But Suzanne’s vocal is scary because it’s so real. She becomes a scream queen and then some over three minutes and blistering bass line.
I Want You – Elvis Costello. The Hall of Fame champ of sardonic wit starts this off as a tongue in cheek expression of obsessive love, like The Police’s Every Breath You Take, but smarter. Then, he goes off into a scary mindset that makes you think something totally different. This is brilliant songwriting.
Toadies – Possum Kingdom. Is this is a lovers’ suicide pact? Is it a murder? Oh snap, it’s the Devil coming to take a soul and it rocks harder and has more depth than Charlie Daniels’ fiddle song about Johnny. The guitar alone is scary, as in scary good. What happened to this band? Did the devil take them after this album?
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