Nightmares Awake and Asleep
Saturday was madness. First, I slept in and had an insane dream that I was performing with Royal Pink at a giant house party in the country somewhere. Only problem was, when they announced our band, I walked out and found that my drum kit had been totally taken apart and was lying in a heap next to the audience along with the parts from about six other kits, so while everyone stared at me, waiting for the show to begin, I had to try and sort out the parts from my kit and put them together as quickly as I could. Things got harder when a bunch of dudes from the audience came over to “help” me and ended up taking apart everything I had put together and replacing it with a monstrosity made from all different kits that they then hoisted up into some kind of loft where I couldn’t reach it. I ran out of the room, found a staircase and climbed up hoping to gain access to the loft on the second floor so I could drag the kit back down, but when I got to the second floor I realized I was in a department store in the baby furniture department. In every direction on the second floor were cribs, and in the middle was a big crib with my drum kit sitting inside of it! Looking at my drums were an Indian woman and her two small kids, a boy and a girl. The girl had a Cabbage Patch Kid, but instead of a face, the doll just had a plastic anus in the middle of her round head. The boy was pointing at something in the crib, and when I got closer, I saw that there was a small pile of crap next to my drums in the crib, as if the kit had actually taken a dump. Seeing this made the kids’ mom drag them away. Then I woke up covered in sweat.
Later that night, LCF and I broke all boundaries of reasonable human behavior when we sat through the entire Witch Movie Marathon at the Pioneer. Five movies back to back. Five. 9PM-7AM (including daylight savings, which fucked us up even more). We watched Haxan, Night of the Demon, Bell Book And Candle, The Witchmaker and The Haunted Palace before staggering out onto Avenue A together at dawn and making a beeline for breakfast at Odessa. Of the five, my fave was Bell Book and Candle, because Kim Novak (pictured above with her familiar Pyewacket) was the bomb. My only complaint is that Jimmy Stewart was so super-square in this film, I didn’t think he was worthy of the sultry witch’s affections. In an ideal world, Kim Novak would have found love in the sexy embrace of Vincent Price from The Haunted Palace and turned him away from his wicked ways.