The song “Halloween” by the Misfits has been stuck in my head all blasted day. It’s not even the well-known polished version from the album, but an alternate outtake from one of the many Misfits compilations that warped my perception of cool and dictated my personal style when I was a teenager. The band sounds half-asleep as they plod through their primitive melodic gloom rock. The microphone was apparently 10 feet from Glen Danzig’s face as he chanted the lyrics, although he is clearly heard to moan the I remember Hal-o-ween-en-en, Hal-o-ween-en-en, Hal-o-ween-en-en, Halloween chorus over and over and over again.
Which is what echoed in my brain all day: Glen Danzig’s lame laments for Hal-o-ween-en-en. Ugh. Quick, someone sing “Monster Mash” or “Thriller.”
Nostalgia can be scary. Pictured to the right, circa 1980, are the Green children prior to some serious guising around the neighborhood. On the left is big brother Brian, Butterfinger aficionado, dressed as… a doctor? The Bionic Man? In the middle is Laurie, the Twix master, as the world’s most anatomically correct Barbie Doll. And on the right is myself, Kit Kat keeper, as one seriously ugly little witch.
