To set the tone for this, the best of months, I'm throwing up some of the coolest music from one of the coolest burly bands in the world: DEADBOLT. If'n you don't know about them, you best find out!
Speaking of Halloween, I won't say the holiday as I understand it is about as dead as Abe Lincoln, but I think people have sucked all the mystery out of it. See, the point of Halloween is to become someone, or something, else. In fact, you could be said to be "possessed" by the very evil spirits which roam that night, and to give them corporeal form is a kind of sacrifice. Or, you could just be having fun without insisting everyone know the drunken anal expulsive is you. And don't get me started on how parents can't let their kids twenty feet out of their sight while trick-or-treating; kind of hard to blame them, what with all the sex offenders living right next door to you. Is the world really full of more pedophiles today, or does it just seem that way and there was really tons of kid-touchers back when but they knew if they touched kids they'd receive a shotgun shampoo? Maybe all this "civilized" law-abidingness where it concerns sex offenders isn't the way to go. Maybe folks should know who their neighbors are. Either way, Halloween isn't the wonderful, strange experience it once was. Ray Bradbury weeps.
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