October 31

#1160: Halloweens Without Bob

RECORD STORE TALES #1160: Halloweens Without Bob

A sequel to #790:  Helluva Halloween

 

The first Halloween costume I distinctly remember wearing was a robot suit.  My mom and dad got a big cardboard box, cut out a head hole and some arm holes, and helped me decorate it with tinfoil.  Then another box became the head.  I drew on buttons and knobs with crayons.  I was so excited to be a robot that night.  That is, until I saw an older kid with a way better robot suit.  His had lights!  I briefly wondered if he was a real robot and dismissed the thought.

My costumes were sometimes store-bought, sometimes home made.  Darth Vader was a plastic mask and glow-in-the-dark sword.  Frankenstein was a costume I made myself, using cardboard to cut a square-ish wig, and green face paint.  It was so difficult to wash all that green off in the bathtub that night.  There was a green ring around the tub that my dad was furious about.  It’s very likely I went out as Empire Strikes Back Han Solo in 1980.  I already had the costume:  a blue hooded snow coat, goggles, with a gun and holster.  Another classic Harrison Ford costume was Indiana Jones.  I used brown makeup to simulate a 5 o’clock shadow, and had a rope-whip and a gun.  I was mistaken for a cowboy, which really peeved me.  How could you have not heard of Indiana Jones in 1981?  Maybe my costume just wasn’t good enough.

In 1984, my mom sewed us elaborate Ewok costumes.  While I wore mine that night, I wore a different costume to school:  that of a Cobra trooper from GI Joe!  I painted some red Cobra logos on a blue helmet, pulled my shirt up over my nose like a balaclava, and armed myself with a rifle.  Back when you could bring toy guns to school!  Weren’t those the days?  School was very particular about Halloween.  You had to participate.  If you didn’t bring a costume to school that day, the teacher would take a garbage bag, cut some holes in it, and force you to wear that.  I’m not kidding.

I went out for Halloween one more time in grade nine, but that was the last year.  I may have only gone to one house:  the “fudge house”.  There was an elderly couple who made home-made fudge.  It was so good, and so popular, that some kids would change costumes and go two or three times.  It was very sugary fudge, but so good.  Then, the era of Bob-Halloweens began!

From grade 10 onwards, Bob Schipper and I started making out own haunted houses.  That’s its own story, but I dressed as Alice Cooper that year. I painted up a black jacket with flames and wore a sword at my side.  Doing Halloween haunted houses was our thing for a few years, each time getting more elaborate.  We had mummies, scary sounds, flashing lights, spiders and cobwebs, and lots more.  It was a passion project.  We would spend a month or two preparing for Halloween.  November 1st always sucked.  Nobody likes cleanup.

When Bob moved on to college and doing his own things, I was left to man the fort by myself.  My first Halloween alone was 1991, and a lonely one it was.  I began preparing to do the haunted house, alone.  Without Bob’s collaboration or input, I made my usual mix tape of scary sounds.  I always took these sounds from cassettes I already owned.  The bit from Judas Priest’s recent “Night Crawler” with Rob Halford talking about the monster at the door was my latest addition to the scary sound library.  When I put the tape together, my sister said there’s “too much Judas Priest!”  She was right, but without Bob, I was left to my own devices.  I did what I wanted to, for better or for worse.

1991 was a lonely Halloween.  It wasn’t fun anymore.  It was a lonely time in general.  Up until then, I looked forward to our Halloween creativity.  I didn’t bother anymore after that.  We were seeing fewer and fewer kids at the front door, and for me, without Bob, what was the point?

 

#790: Helluva Halloween

GETTING MORE TALE #790: Helluva Halloween

Everybody eventually hits that age, when they are “too old” to go trick-or-treating for candy.  Highschool seemed like a good age to draw the line. Time to start handing out the candy instead of collecting it.  We all have to grow up eventually.

Do we?

Naw, screw that!

In the 10th grade, a new Halloween tradition was inaugurated.  As told in Getting More Tale #548:

We started preparing for Halloween in late August.  We began by making heads out of papier-mâché. Ours were crude, but when dressed up with sunglasses, hats or wigs, did the trick. Then we would begin working on an audio tape. This was a 60-minute long compilation of scary bits from Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden albums. We hid some speakers outside and would play the tape on a loop for background scary sounds.   Kids loved it.  Really small ones were scared, so we had to stop the tape and turn on the lights for them, but 95% thought it was awesome (including parents).  We’d see kids across the street, and they’d make a beeline for our house as soon as they saw it.  My favourite costume was the one I made in grade 10:  Alice Cooper.

Oh, that Alice Cooper costume!  I painted flames on an old black jacket so it would look something like Alice’s.  I wore his makeup.  I had fake tattoos (not knowing that Alice didn’t have any).  I had a pair of handcuffs on my belt.  Best of all though, was the sword I wore on my hip.  It was actually a fireplace poker, but you couldn’t tell in the dark.

Making the annual audio tape was a long, arduous process.  We’d fast-forward through our tape collections to record tiny bits of songs, and loop them.  The ending to “Children of the Grave” and the intro to “Powerslave” were perfect.  Occasionally we’d throw in the middle of “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” with the narration and creepy violin.  Black Sabbath’s “The Dark” was almost custom made for our needs.  As time went on and our collections grew, we had more music to choose from.  Any time one of us would buy an album with music perfect for Halloween, one of us would excitedly phone the other.  In later years I was fond of the middle section from “Nightcrawler” by Judas Priest.  But it was tedious work.  You couldn’t just play the same sections over and over again, you had to space them out so kids wouldn’t get the same bits repeated while you stood there handing out candy.  We spent hours upon hours making this tape that would only be used for one night.  Blank tapes were a commodity.  We were always using them up, and looking for something to erase.  Halloween tapes were first to go.  Besides, we wanted to do it again the following year, but better!

Our scary tapes would be augmented by flashing lights courtesy of…a flashlight.  Eventually, Bob figured out how to hook up a microphone to our primitive audio setup.  We could then speak directly to the kids!

“You…across the street…come here for a treat!  Muahahahah!”

Mom & dad didn’t approve.  To them we just made a big mess and a lot of noise.  Indeed, I can remember trying to wash off that Alice Cooper makeup at the end of the night.  I left a black ring around the tub.  But my dad hated handing out candy, so I hope he appreciated that he was relieved of that duty.  Considering how long we prepared, it was actually a long ongoing mess.  Ever made papier-mâché?  No neat and tidy way to do it.  Those heads were the most work, and we left a trail of destruction in the basement, forming and painting them.  But once they were out on the front porch (either decapitated or as part of a fully clothed “body”) they sure were effective.

Bob eventually went to college, and the traditional Halloween House was discontinued.  I did it a few times without him but all the fun was gone.  The idea was briefly resurrected in the late 1990s, at T-Rev’s place. As told in Record Store Tales Part 148:

T-Rev had this cool “alien head” — he got it back in ’97 or ’98 from a convenience store.  It had alien head suckers inside.  He asked the guy at the store, “how much for the alien head?”  The guy answered, “If you buy all the suckers in it, you can have it.”  So he did.  (The candy was awful by the way.  I did my share, trying to help him consume it all.)  But he got this alien head out of it, and with it, made a cool alien costume.   And for the Halloween party that year, I wore the costume.

I would sit in a chair on T-Rev’s front porch, still as could be.  When a child would approach the door, I would suddenly move and say “Na-nu, na-nu”!  The reactions were priceless.  Some were scared, so I had to unmask and show I was just a regular guy.

“Give some candy to the Jedi over here!” I said, gesturing to the kid dressed as Darth Maul.

“I’m no Jedi!” he protested.  I should have got my terminology right.  I apologized to the Sith lord.

Even the Sith story is from 20 years ago.  Not having kids, today Halloween has fizzled out.  There are no trick-or-treaters in our building.  Most people today doing a “haunted house” experience at home buy expensive decorations at chain stores.  They get featured the in newspaper for having done an awesome job.  That’s terrific.  But we did everything ourselves.  Everything.  Nothing was “store bought”.  We improvised everything with what we had, spending weeks putting it all together.  Too bad the newspapers don’t cover kids who do everything themselves!  We would have been featured every year.

Have a happy Halloween and don’t forget to brush those teeth!