SOUNDTRACK: BLUE OYSTER CULT-“Joan Crawford” (1983).
Most people include “Don’t Fear the Reaper” on their Halloween playlist, but for me, “Joan Crawfford” is far creepier.
The song opens with Allan Lanier’s classical piano motif. Nothing scary about that until it is continues through the song during the heavy guitar crunches.
The chords are simple but loud and quickly bring us to the short but effective lyrics:
the song burst with some heavy chords and then the creepy lyrics.
Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy
They’re laughing just like hungry dogs in the street
Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls
Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no [done with strings and harmony vocals]
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave [with creepy violin slides]
Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara
They chain themselves to the axles of Big Mack trucks
The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels
The fat lady laughs: “Gentlemen, start your trucks”
Aside from the poor rhyme of trucks and trucks, these are nice, scene-setting lyrics.
But the real creep factor comes in the middle when a series of sound effects set up…what? things about Crawford’s life? Her movies? I have no idea.
Car crash phone, baby crying, rooster crowing, car starting, horse race opening horn, ship whistle, opera singer, school bell ringing
As the bell fades, a quiet part begins with a distorted other worldy voice whispering “Cristina…. mother’s home.” It gives me chills just thinking about it. Combine with Eric Bloom quietly whimpering No no no no. It’s a nightmare song.
Pretty great.
I had no idea there was a video made (it was banned by MTV) and, pretty rightly so, even if it is tame today.
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Just in time for Halloween, from the people who brought me The Short Story Advent Calendar and The Ghost Box. comes Ghost Box II.
This is once again a nifty little box (with a magnetic opening and a ribbon) which contains 11 stories for Halloween. It is lovingly described thusly:
The Ghost Box returns, like a mummy or a batman, to once again make your pupils dilate and the hair on your arms stand straight up—it’s another collection of individually bound scary stories, edited and introduced by comedian and spooky specialist Patton Oswalt.
There is no explicit “order” to these books; however, Patton Oswalt will be reviewing a book a day on his Facebook page.
Much respect to Oswalt, but I will not be following his order. So there. (more…)