Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Dead Teenagers

I'm wiped from the mock jury thing. Caught the bus at 6:15 this morning and got home about 7:30 this evening, one more time tomorrow and $400.00 scoots free and clear. But I'm wavering between being lucid and sleepy. I still have a cassette recorder, some of you might recall my lament about a mix tape splitting, and Lana ended up repairing it. I'm listening to DEAD TEENAGERS at the moment, a mix given to me in 1992, believe it or not. A scene from REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE leads right into "James Dean by The Eagles, there's "Dead Man's Stroll," "I Was A Teenage Zombie," "She's My Witch." One of my favorites is Jan & Dean's "Surfin' Hearse." (Not quite cherry, but it could be worse, my surfin' hearse.) Zacherly's "Bury Baby," and I really do enjoy that old horror host's over the top, ah, singing. Interspersed between songs are sound bite trailers for I WAS A TEENAGE WEREWOLF and ATTACK OF THE ASTRO-ZOMBIES. Well, Screamin' Jay Hawkins is up, and according to him, I'm supposed to drink some elbow soup, bite my lip, and shoot my mother-in-law. Something about the Feast of The Mau-Maus.