Friday, October 29, 2010
3 Chords & the Truth: You can call me Boris
You can call me Favog, or you can call me Mighty, or you can call me DJ . . . or you can call me Boris.
It's Halloween. Its 3 Chords & the Truth. It's . . . well . . . you know.
I mean, when it gets Spooky like this, you find You're a Whole Different Person When You're Scared. And if the Werewolves of London show up, you may well end up in the Monster Hospital.
THAT'S IF you're lucky.
You could, if one thing or another goes badly, end up in the City of the Dead. A Little Ghost, as it were.
Then again, maybe you'd just end up undead. Then the whole neighborhood would be running around in a COMPLETE panic.
Men and women -- children and dogs -- would be out in the streets screaming. Screaming things like "They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!!"
You don't want that to happen. Trust me.
So tie a few heads of garlic around your neck, settle in with the Big Show and experience Halloween vicariously. Or you can go out there on your own and roll the dice with the Real Thing.
And don't be telling people that I Put A Spell on You. That would be untrue.
Unless you're talking musical spells. That would be true.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.