Halloween tends to promote itself, even when it lands on a Monday, like in this wretched year. That's just an invitation for a long weekend. I'll probably go out, even though it's the first day of the working week. I'm not too stressed about missing out on distributing candy, as I doubt that the forces of inflation would allow too many rolls of toilet paper to be thrown at my house and, if they do show up, I'll likely welcome them as a windfall amid dire economic times. I like Halloween generally, and I am going to do my best to enjoy this year's iteration, even though I don't really have a lot of spirit in my soul at present time. One look at the state of the world is more than enough to draw out whatever fears I have lurking in the spooky corridors of my consciousness. And yet, I will probably rally, as you might as well, and find a way to navigate this creepfest that sits on the doorstep of the midterms. If you feel so inclined, here's a handy guide to help you enjoy the week, too.
Mr. Carmack is the stage name of one Aaron Carmack, a DJ who specializes in a heady mix of contemporary EDM and throwback hip hop. If you are inclined toward those soundscapes, you have likely already heard of the chap and will no doubt be excited to hear he is playing the Arcata Theater Lounge tonight at 9 p.m. Pricing goes as follows: $25 general, $20 advance and $18 for an early bird special that might have expired by press time.
Well, it's the beginning of the long Halloween weekend, which means parties and haunted houses galore for those connected and in the know. I have no desire to advertise for or compete with those pockets of fun, so just hang on as I give you the info on the ancillary shows going down from now thru Monday, please. Tonight at Six Rivers Brewery at 6 p.m., you can catch Oryan Peterson-Jones doing a solo acoustic set of his fast classical-type of world music. It's free and worth your time. Three hours later, over at Humbrews, you will find a drum n bass spectacular, with visiting guest DJ Jon Kennedy joining DJ Grasshoppa, Dev Stepp and Norman Tracks for a heavy beat-driven spooky manifesto ($10).
Humbrews is the destination for the OG dance party-turned skeletal. I'm talking about Soul Party, of course, which is having a special cemetery edition tonight at 9:30 p.m., complete with a costume contest and spooky selfie station for the posterity-minded. As always, you can ensure that DJs King Maxwell, Red, Funky T Rex, Philly Fresh and Alpha Info will be supplying the finest dance tones for your own private Monster Mash ($10).
Los Angeles rockabilly act The Rocketz are back in town for a whirlwind local residency that finds them at the Jam tonight at 9 p.m. ($10). They're teaming up with local ska act Checkered Past for something called a Zombie Prom, which I can only infer from the title is intended to be both spooky and Halloween-appropriate.
Argh, the big day falls on a Monday, drat. That's OK, there are still people who are dedicated to giving you a proper scare and spooky time on the first day of the working week. And I happen to be in a position to vouch for those people, having seen them hawk their wares earlier in the year with magnificent results. I am talking about The Sturgeons and their Alice in Chains cover band We Die Young. Both acts will be teaming up at Humbrews with DJ REDRUM and one of the finest hooting and hollering bands on the planet, the Bow-Legged Buzzards, for an evening of pure creepy mirth. The fun starts at 7:30 p.m., and $10 seems like a paltry offering for such rich excitement.
Tuesday, All Saints' Day
As the veil is thin, and the living and the dead are nearer now to each other than they will ever be for the rest of the year, today and tomorrow are a great time to pray with the dead. My advice? Don't pray for them, rather ask them to pray for you. Don't be afraid to ask for some spectral help as we guide ourselves towards the bleak winter and recall that it's always appropriate to venerate the memories of our dearly departed.
Wednesday, Day of the Dead/All Souls' Day
I tend to divide my earliest memories by the ones that happened in my birth city, San Francisco, and the ones that happened in the town in which I began first grade, McKinleyville. Quite a lot of cultural whiplash, I can assure you. Anyway, I'm fairly certain it was right around that hinge point when I was exposed to a cult classic film (far too early, I suppose) that really is a perfect film, for what it is. I am talking about director John McTiernan's 1987 masterpiece Predator, a film in which the hunters (a bunch of muscle-bound contra goons) become the hunted, stalked by an interstellar, double-mandible-sporting sport hunter. It's a fantastic movie for a lot of reasons, many of which become apparent on the big screen, which you can experience this evening at 6 p.m. at the Arcata Theatre Lounge. A $5 bill gets you in, while $9 gets you admittance with a poster.
Collin Yeo (he/him) is a writer and carpenter who lives in Arcata. Not much else to say at the moment.