Stathakula

Happy Halloween Ghouls and Goblins!

It’s my faveorite time of year here in Stathakula land, and I don’t know about you filthy bastards but I’m ready to hit the town and get me some goddamned candy!

I don’t know if everyone knows what Halloween in New Orleans means exactly. Hmmmmmm. Picture Mardi Gras but just with all the weirdos, and no big official parades, just little weird ones that pop out from outta nowhere. Imagine a man dressed as a robot-messiah riding on a pedestal made of drums, drums that are being played by all manner of biomechanical weirdos. Imagine people chanting and drinking all dressed up as shit you’ve never heard of. Imagine seeing all those awesome comic characters you didn’t think could be made into costumes walking around the street. Imagine me dressed as Theo Kojak, the bald guy up there on the blog. Halloween, Who Loves Ya Baby!

Been watching some fucked up movies in preperation for Halloween. Watched Candyman last night, Hellraiser before that, about 7 different zombie movies in the past two days, and right now I’m about to start watching a Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror marathon. God I love Halloween!

Planning on heading down to Frenchman street this evening, maybe around like ten or something like that; unless of course the evening should carry me away to somewhere else. In retrospect, I should have really been hitting the books the past few days so tonite I could do something suspicious involving chalk, rooster blood, and a copper pot.

Going down to busk tommorrow on my acoustic down in the French Quarter, prolly around like one o’clock in the afternoon (Goddamn that already seems early). Ya’ll should come down and try and find me playin and yellin, that is if all you basterds aren’t too hungover/whupped/jailed from Halloween night. I’ll be doing all Thanksgiving songs that I make up on the spot, about turkeys and pilgrims and shit. Or maybe I won’t, we’ll see.

Who Loves Ya Baby?

Stathakula