areyoulistening

I am going to see the Misfits tonight at B.B King’s in Times Square. For the most part, I haven’t done that much as an adult on Halloween. I’ve either gone to bars downtown and made snide comments with my friends at people dressed in costumes or gone to parties at people’s house that usually aren’t all that fun. Tonight feels like it will be the first Halloween thing I’ve done in a very long time.

I had to convince Elaine to come with us because she “only likes their old stuff.” But that was my fault because I forgot she saw them a few times with Danzig when she was an infant. I have always been a little scared of the dark side of punk and metal. All that make-up and feeling of impending doom always made me feel uneasy. When I want make-up mixed in with some impending doom, I’ll go visit my Aunt Gloria! Ya know what I mean!?!?! Sure ya do, look at ya smiling there reading this on your computer or your jazzed up phone…hey, thanks for reading, by the way! Let’s get back on track on here.

I can recall looking in the music section of the Caldor on Central Ave at a very young age and being very scared by the cover of KISS albums or even the name Grateful Dead. I also really hated the inside art of the Appetite for Destruction album. That one scene where that poor woman has her panties down and looks she had been raped by that robot or something. Am I making this up? I’m pretty sure that was what is looked like. Here it is:

See? I mean, I was like 7 years old. The most I was willing to deal with was Michael Jackson as a zombie (even though at the end of the Thriller video he smiles at the camera and had cat eyes…I’m not sure what we were supposed to make of that.)

Part of me was always kind of disappointed to find out that KISS didn’t sing about zombies or hanuted houses. I mean they sing Rock and Roll All Night Long for God’s sake. They’re nothing more than Eddie Money with some shit on their faces. But the Misfits, they are scary. I am a little scared of them. I am going to be nervous when the fucking lights go down knowing those creepin’ Jesus motherfuckers are going to take the stage. And you know the crowd in that place is going to look a bunch of extras from a Tim Burton movie.

I’ll see how it goes. If you don’t hear from me again, it is because I was eaten by a zombie from outer space or by B.B King.