I deeply love Halloween. I met this girl, Paola, who claims to love "spooky season" more than anybody, and I thought I'd wish her a happy October 31st . . . but she treats Halloween as so holy, she took the day off. Touché.
I recently bought another Sean Connery mask to replace the one I lost somewhere. Unfortunately, it's a Connery-circa-1983 mask, but hey, I'll still use it. I grabbed it last night to record a Halloween greeting, having forgotten to do so over the past week (I even considered doing it up at the cabin, and was disappointed I hadn't brought it when some cool fog rolled in last week). I also thought about driving to the cemetery, but instead, just did it outside the storage unit where I keep the mask, since no one was around to interrupt, mock, or attack me.
I decided to do the "Rap" bit from the end of Michael Jackson's Thriller, having known the words for forty years now (what I wouldn't give to hear a recording of little kid Rish Outfield saying, "Darkness falls across the land..."). I rehearsed it once, trying to make sure I got the words right, did the accent, and didn't trip over myself since I can't really see out the eyeholes.
Then it was time to record it. I went through the whole song with no errors.
And then, at the last possible second (during the laugh), I screwed it up.
Figured I'd share that here.
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