As media and advertisements won’t let us forget, the 31st is a few weeks away. Unfortunately there is usually so much shit going on that it’s hard to decide. So: what to do this Halloween?
A) Stay in and hand out candy to creepily cute/greedy children
B) Try to rekindle the dying flame of youth by getting a sugar high and kicking pumpkins
C) Go to a potentially awesome house party that turns lame when someone has a bad trip and believes that their costume has become part of them, like that mask from Goosebumps
D) Peep Clubzone to find a dance party that won’t cost you your soul/over $50 to attend, except….
E) See what the hipster mafia has to offer:
“GLASS CANDY (live / portland / italians do it better)
http://www.myspace.com/glasscandy
GANG VIOLENCE (live)
http://www.myspace.com/gangviolencevancouver
LIONESS (live)
http://www.myspace.com/lionesslionesslioness
YOU SAY PARTY WE SAY DIE (live)
http://www.myspace.com/yousaypartywesaydie
WITH THE 1/2ALIVE DJS! AND
EXPENDABLE YOUTH!!! (rave upstairs all night)
http://www.myspace.com/expendableyouthdjs
PRIZES FOR BEST COSTUMES AND ALL THAT STUFF
ADVANCE TICKETS $15
AT
REDCAT RECORDS (main @ 27th)
ZULU RECORDS (4th @ maple)
BEATSTREET (hastings @ richards)
SCRATCH RECORDS (richards @ georgia)”
The disco fabulousity of Glass Candy and local dance punk sensation of You Say Party! for $15? Sounds pretty exciting…. I mean exFRIGHTENing to me! Couldn’t resist. Mwahahahaha! I’ve never been to a Halloween party with live music; it’ll be fun to see how the bands dress up. I love Halloween so much, I wish I could marry it.
P.S Swashbuckle: I see your Alice Glass, and I raise you one Glass Candy’s Ida No:
-Gingerkid
I love this rainy Vancouver. Tonight the air was rich with that perfect Fall smell; burnt wood and firecrackers.
October, October… I can’t wait to turn into a werewolf! Though I may have to count on dolling myself up as Barbarella, I know I’d kick ass more effectively if I were to morph into my wolf counterpart. One can only hope there is a hint of truth in those terribly stimulating “Animorphs” novels I was forced encouraged to read as a child of the nineties…
oh, and I Love Lace. I would simply kill to wear that bodysuit under my most ripped and slouchy jeans.



