It’s almost Halloween

Remember when this happened?

I just realized the video was posted six years ago and I almost cried. I remember freaking out when it first came out (admittedly, I still freak out any time Panic! releases new music).

Panic! at the Disco with their original line-up (well, line-up post-Brent, but does anyone even remember that short time period? I sure don’t, mainly because I didn’t start listening to them until after Jon was a permanent member).

I used to love Ryan Ross and – by extension – his voice. Now I can admit that his singing is not the best (it’s almost unfair having him sing on the same song as the inimitable Brendon Urie, but I’ve been in love with Brendon’s voice for seven years, so maybe I’m not the best person to comment).

I may not love Halloween, but, every year, I watch this video/listen to this song in the week leading up to October 31st.

Do the trick-or-treat!

We’re all monsters, living in a dream

As you may be aware, Halloween is coming up. I’ve never been a big Halloween fan (for some reason, this baffles people, their reasoning being that because I’m a Tim Burton fan “you MUST love Halloween”. Um, yeah, those two things don’t actually go hand in hand). I like certain aspects of Halloween, sure, but it’s not the BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER. (that honour goes to Christmas).

In any case, you know what’s a great leading-up-to-Halloween song? “Forever Halloween” by The Maine (actually the entire album – 2013’s Forever Halloween – is excellent, but let’s focus on the title track for now):

It took a while for this song to grow on me: it’s the last song on the album, and it’s slower than most of the other tracks. It’s still not my favourite, but that doesn’t mean it’s not good. It has wonderful, sometimes profound, lyrics…then again, I challenge you to find a song from The Maine’s recent catalogue that doesn’t.

This is Halloween

Happy Halloween!!

If you’ve ever met me, it should come as no surprise to learn that I am a huge Tim Burton fan.

My obsession started with The Nightmare Before Christmas (which is celebrating its 20th anniversary!!!!)

The eternal question.

Personally, I like watching it all year, but if I had to choose, I’d watch it in November (Ro recently said that most Tim Burton movies are perfect for “American Thanksgiving” – right between Halloween and Christmas!).

I don’t remember how old I was the first time I saw it. To be honest, I don’t think it really stuck with me until I re-watched it when I was about 12 or 13. And I can’t quite explain why it means so much to me.

For one, it’s absolutely beautiful and took an absurdly long time to make (approximately one minute of the movie took almost an entire week to film!).

Plus, I just love the story. The idea that Jack, tired of being the “Pumpkin King”, discovers Christmas and decides he has to experience it in his own way (Christmas is my favourite holiday). Maybe it’s the whole identity quest thing – is Jack better suited as a Pumpkin King or a Sandy Claws? What lesson will he learn at the end of this experiment? etc etc

I don’t know. I try not to over-analyze it because I don’t want to ruin it.

Then there are the songs, which I sing all year ’round (thanks, Danny Elfman):

Not only is this one of the best songs of the movie, but this particular version is a cover by one of my favourite bands, Panic! at the Disco!!

Of course, my favourite character is Jack Skellington himself:

Jack’s first scene. I squeal every time.

He’s tall and lanky and has musical tendencies. If he was real (i.e. not a skeleton), he would be my ideal man (he still kinda is…).

He’s also ambitious and intelligent and optimistic and generally a fantastic hero.

And now it just sounds like I’m fangirling over an animated character, so I’m going to stop before I make things weird.

Long story short: this is my most favourite movie of all time. If you haven’t seen it, I urge you to give it a chance. Even if you think it’s cheesy or lame or whatever, I think everyone can appreciate the amount of effort that went into making this beautiful film.