Shill me your Halloween essential films.
In my house, we usually watch a selection from the following:
Night of the living dead
Halloween 1
Sometimes Halloween 2
Suspiria (argento version)
Conjuring
Exorcist
Rosemarys baby
The descent
Hellraiser
Nightmare on elm street (first one)
I’m more of the campy cult horror guy. My wife likes more modern, less campy horror. My daughter hasn’t been indoctrinated one way or the other yet.
My 18-month old was up at the crack of dawn this morning, which means I was up too, if course. Did some early morning reading. Will be chewing on this the rest of the day:
“I don’t know that we owe God or nature a death, but nature will collect anyway, and we certainly owe mediocrity nothing, whatever collectivity it purports to advance or at least represent.”
-Harold Bloom
One of my fondest memories from growing up in the 90s was how comparatively difficult it was to find, capture, and play on-demand the music you liked.
Of course you could always go buy a cd, but I remember listening to the radio for hours and taping my favorite songs when they came on.
And then of course you’d get pissed when the DJ cut it off early and stole the last chorus from your recording.
Reading magazines to discover new bands. Experimenting with radio stations. Catching the always amazing college stations when you were driving near schools.
Your taste was almost like a reflection of the effort you put in. The explorations were earned and worked for. And you cherished every single unearthed banger.
