Tonight I went to a Neutral Milk Hotel concert. Up until a couple years back, the idea of seeing Neutral Milk Hotel in concert seemed about as likely as going to see The Beatles in concert, or, for that matter, Franz Liszt. But yet, here they are, and somehow I got tickets.
They were unreal. Absofuckinglutely magic. The full gamut of brass, horn, trombones, trumpets, baritone, and, if my band-department braincells aren’t too dusty, a mellophone too, were heavy, tight, wild. Jeff loosened up as the show went on, swinging with his guitar in time to the music. The crowd, I’ve never been in such a joyful, reverent audience. Not a single phone in sight – a request usually ignored – and the silence between songs like a tense disbelief that this was all really happening. Heartfelt, all the way from the patched plaster ceiling to the worn wooden floorboards.
Where else to see a show like this than in a magical old church?
John Waters discusses, with great warmth and his usual wry humor, his lifelong fondness for Vincent Price. I could listen to this over and over again (and have, thanks to a luckily timed DVR recording from TCM). I just love the way he talks anyway, but there’s such warmth and love in this! It’s really a delightful thing.
The Forest Glen Seminary was like Disneyland for spooky people. I first visited it ten years ago this month, and it has since been turned into condos. Cool condos! Expensive condos! And while I loved the place in all its exquisite crumbling beauty… I guess I came to a sort of peace about it being “preserved” the way it has been.
It was a marvelous place to take pictures. This is a set of my favorites.
forest glen seminary, a set on Flickr.
Octoberfest the eighth! I know, I know pumpkin-spice THIS, pumpkin-spice THAT… it’s a cliche, but it’s a cliche for a reason because come on, it’s a freaking delicious flavor combination and it only comes around once a year.
I’m not much of a candy-maker kind of person, but this is happening in my kitchen right now (a dead-simple recipe even I likely cannot jack up) and lemme tell ya… tomorrow’s oatmeal and my first cup of morning joe ain’t gonna know what him ‘em.
Something in honor of my sister on this special day, her birthday. Back in the day, we saw this clip on television — the bit that starts at about 20:10 and I don’t know if anything has so petrified me. I vividly remember watching this with her and just… yeah. We freaked out.
To this day, it makes me shriek. I suppose you had to be there, but even now, it covers me with goosebumps. Until finding the clip (which took some doing, because I didn’t know the name of the show or the year it aired), I’d only heard it the one time nearly 20 years ago, so hearing it again was pretty damn intense.
“Sleeping lies the murdered lass, vainly cries the child of glass. When the two shall be as one, the spirit’s journey will be done.”
Southern gothic for the elementary school set, Walt Disney’s CHILD OF GLASS is the first spooky movie I can remember seeing. It aired on The Wonderful World of Disney in 1978.
Related: This post on KINDERTRAUMA.