Good Evening, Boo believers, and welcome to the cold, gray world that is this new year. You’ll have to forgive us for our absence, it has been nigh on a month since the last installment of what is usually a weekly feature, but when I say I’ve been busy, I’ve been busy. But here we are now, on a crisp Sunday night, to welcome back the weekly haul, and finally conclude our two-part Holliday haul edition. Kittycat Jackson is itching to delve into the stash this week, so join us, won’t you?
To look at him, you might dismiss John Carpenter as a chain smoking skeleton with a fu manchu mustache. But he is an incredible filmmaker and profoundly underrated minimalist composer. I am certain I will write lengthier essays on him in the future, but in honor of his 69th birthday, enjoy a sampling of his music catalogue.
New Years Eve is cold in the Cemetery. But I have business with the Spirit. Happy New Years you little monsters, watch the Twilight Zone marathon. That’s what the Widow, Kitty cat Jackson, Denny Colt and I are doing.