Ok... The hallowed night aproacheth. Yet I'm having a lapse in maturity. You see... A dedicated prophet to his cause would be the type to sequester himself within his own sanctum sanctorum on Halloween night and feel the air of the undead walking and chant to the powers that grant favour to the endarkened. Now the inner child who is spoiled and has wanted to have the keys to the kingdom handed to him because he feels it's his right, simply wants to go out and party. There's always something mystically joyful about going out on Halloween. Especially on a warmer night.
About 4 years ago or so, it was a warm balmy night in New York suburbia which is uncommon at times come the 31rst. That was a night that I drove up and down a legendary lost road that was rumoured to have some sort of killer albino Satanists that lived there that would chase you off the road if you traveled more than twice up and down and only if the statue of the Virgin Mary had it's lights off... Or something like that. Anyway, this one Halloween, I drove up and down it like 8 times, blaring the theme from Halloween and Ave Satani out of my open t-topped 300zx. I think the scariest thing was that these people, because of the warm weather had decided to have a barbecue that night and would sit in waiting with freakish pranks to pull on passers by. For me to drive with my tops off was asinine to begin with, but I was thrill seeking. As we passed the first time, (mind you, you're already creeped out by this horrific road and its legend) they did several things, like wait in silence and darkness when they heard a car approaching on this quiet street and throw firecrackers at the cars or shine a huge spotlight on them. One time they even made as if they were coming after you to attack wearing scary masks or animating a scarecrow. You were sure to pee your pants them.
Y'know.... Come to think of it. I think I want to get a house there. Only they say the roads not on any maps. Hmmmmmm.
There were many Halloweens, when I just felt like driving in the night air with the tops off, blaring of course... The Halloween theme (John Carpenter). Sue me, I'm whacked.
Any way, that was a BIG digression. So I asked a few witches what they were doing. One tells me that she'll be doing her rituals before she goes out and then again when she gets home afterwards to feed off the energy still in the air at 4am... That's HER way of doing things. It's like you can't fit it all in one night. And Saturday night is the 1rst and it's November and that feels like a whole new month and like it's Thanksgiving already.
But still, to properly serve the dark masters, a full night of ritual, prayer and respect is what's needed... Maybe even a little bloodshed. I mean, considering what I'm asking, it's no small favour. I would ask for guidance. I would ask for success. I would ask for support . I would ask for the Grand Reward. I would ask to be allowed to share of myself and my word and music without restriction. I suppose they'll want alot in return. So if I were to look at the bigger picture... I suppose I'm to believe that there will be bigger and better Halloweens for me in the future. To say such is an affirmation of the power my future holds. That I will succeed in the musical venture. That I will gain a following...the type of following that will celebrate WITH me. The type that can share in the power collectively as a brood. Eventually, I think the best bandmates should be broodmates. A band made of fans who understand me best... That's the dream band. Like John the Baptist, I will rally us all together. As to what I'm preparing us for is another story entirely. But I'm sure you'll all have a pisser!
So I guess (and this is why blogging is good because it helps you work things out on paper), I shall stay home and make the cat float around the house.