I could’ve done this last week for Valentine’s Day, but screw it. Any time is a good time for A) the mighty Rev. and B) a ride on the Big Red Rocket Of Love. Plus, bonus trip back into the Original Cone Zone! Can’t go wrong with that.
Let’s go!
October is the best month of the year, but don’t take my word for it. Just ask Big Daddy Drew from Deadspin:
It’s October today! OCTOBER! WOOHOO!!! The greatest month of all, dammit. I wish every month were October. That means YOU, August. What are you fucking good for? You just sit there, useless as Dick Jauron’s penis. October rules your shit. It’s got football, watchable baseball, long pants, candy, EVERYTHING. You get that fall smell in the air. And your taint isn’t sweaty anymore. Oh, man. I love it. October rules, and anyone who doesn’t like it can go fingerblast a bull. Here are the months, ranked in order of awesomeness:
1. October
2. May
3. November
4. December
5. September
6. June
7. July
8. April
9. January
10. March
11. Smarch
12. August
13. FebruaryI fucking hate August and February. If you could be put into a safe, voluntary coma for both those months every year (in Feb’s case, right after the Super Bowl ended), would you? FUCK AND YES, you would. Let’s savor this month, people. Motorboat that fucker.
But yes, let’s get on with the Feel Good Friday, shall we? Driving home from work (one thing to feel good about) I saw the electrical billboard for the local arena. And guess who was on the bill. Rob Zombie (!), Nekromantix (!!!!!), and Captain Clegg and the Night Creatures (AKA the best part of Halloween 2). It’s one of the many occasions where I’m way more excited about the opening bands than I am the headliner. I mean, come on, it’s Nekromantix! Anyway, less talk, more rawk.
GARGOYLES!
I’m digging The Creepshow quite a bit. Something about their combination of rockabilly, doo-wop backing vocals, horror movie imagery, and general awesomeness is hitting all my spots. It’s Halloween 24/7/365 here at SB for you new kids on the block.
I’ve been on a serious horror kick lately anyway. I’ve reread The Rising and City of the Dead, and I picked up Dead Sea and The Conqueror Worms (all by Brian Keene, the best new horror writer around). I’ve also reread some of my collected issues of The Walking Dead from Image Comics/Robert Kirkman and David Wellington’s Monster Island (which you can read free online but don’t be cheap; buy a copy because this kind of thing needs to be encouraged).
All of these save The Conqueror Worms are zombie novels. The Conqueror Worms involves a world-ending flood, giant monsters, and (of course) worms. Hence the second song (also from The Creepshow).
I can’t get this song out of my head, so in an effort to save myself, I’m going to spread it to others. Misery loves company, and I’m on a major rocka/psychobilly kick lately. My undying love of all things cheesy and horror-themed spills way over into my musical tastes, too.
The HorrorPops are touring the States come October, and that means I’ll be driving to either Chicago or Atlanta to see them. And I’ll probably buy this shirt, too.
So, you want to know what I’ll be doing tomorrow about this time? Well, that’s a great question, and let me put it to you this way:
Reverend Horton Heat, Hank Williams III, and Nashville Pussy at Nashville’s beautiful performance venue, The Cannery Ballroom. I will be there with bells on, and if you’re one of Nashville’s illustrious blogging community and you’re going to be there, say hi. I accept free drinks, hearty handjobs handshakes, cash prizes, and of course bits of string.
First person to spot me and say hi gets a free drink. I’ll be the guy in jeans and the shirt below (it’s actually red); not that one, the one with the goatee standing awkwardly off by himself, praying for a familiar face to follow around all night.
Please send pictures (tasteful nudity only).
Author’s note: The Cannery may not, in fact, be beautiful. For all I know it’s a shithole and I’ll get stabbed on my way back to my car after the show. Your mileage may vary.
PopFi Shaktronics SportsBastards