There is this guy who goes to many of the small shows out here in Cleveland. He has one of those little flip camcorders. He sets it up in the middle of the floor on a stand and records the whole show. He then grabs a set list from the bands and throws it up on Youtube for free under then name King of the Castle 7. Its a pretty sweet way to revisit shows I’ve been too.

I mention this because last night he posted up the Blood Red Shoes. Go ahead. Go catch the concert I was at. And I have become a huge Sky Larkin fan in the last few days. I bought two CD’s at the concert and another Sky Larkin CD on iTunes. Its a bad habit, that when I find a band I like I go and pick up their whole catalogue. But whatever, they are up there with the Blood Red Shoes. Check them out.

King of Castle 7

I even had a costume this year, well something I bought last weekend.  But Halloween, like most holidays, is lost on me.  I’m not one to feel comfortable getting dressed up and going out.  I’m not a big New Year’s person, or July 4th, or Thanksgiving.  It’s just lost on me.  Christmas, Christmas I get.  But that’s the family association I have with Christmas.  (For the last 8 years or so, I see my family in July and again around Christmas)

It could be the places I like.  I like dive bars.  I like pubs.  I like places I can relax and shoot darts.  Places I can sit at the bar and make conversation with anyone around me.  Even those places are usually idiotic on Halloween.  I avoid places where I won’t have the opportunity to sit (unless there are games to be played, darts, foosball, pool, whatever). I avoid places that are overcrowded. Clubs… please shoot me before I go to a club.

Halloween in particular reminds me of why I hate Dave and Busters.  At Dave and Busters there are little running around all over the place while I’m trying to enjoy drinking a beer with my friends.  I don’t mind kids, heck I like kids.  I work with kids.  They make me smile.  But when I’m out with friends for a drink, kids be damned.  Go away.  For some reason, going out to a bar on Halloween, or the night before as the case this year, brings up that same feeling.

So yeah.  I didn’t go out last night.  If you catch me at the right time, mood, whatever perhaps you could persuade me to go out on Halloween.  Girlfriends on occasion have gotten me to dress up and go out on Halloween (I’m a sucker like that).  But going out because its the one night a year you can dress up and go out, yeah…. that doesn’t do anything for me.