More fun with the continually fascinating Storm Large, who took me ghostbusting.
Storm recently recorded a haunting single for (D)early Departed: True Lies in Song Unearthed from Lone Fir Cemetery in a haunted Masonic temple, an experience so creepy it sent her screaming from the room when she felt a presence brush up against her.
Of course, being Storm Large, that didn't stop her from coming back for more. So she organized a field trip led by psychic clairvoyant medium Christy Noelle.
Almost immediately, Christy got in touch with someone introducing himself as the record keeper, who told her he didn't mind that we were there, but that we should stay out of the dark corners because they weren't safe. Naturally, the first thing my friend Scott and I wanted to do was explore the dark corners, so we wandered off, discovering a room with a hidden door in the floor. We opened it to find another door, which opened onto a pit below with no stairs or ladder. At that moment, Christy urged us back from the other room. In the few minutes we were gone, the temperature had dropped significantly and the record keeper went from benign to super pissed.
"This is one fucked up place," Christy said. She couldn't get out fast enough. Afterwards, she told us she felt as if the ghost had placed a hood on her head to keep her from seeing clearly, adding "I'll never go in that building again."
This revelation led to a spirited debate as to whether the temple was a healthy atmosphere to record rock 'n roll. After all, the (D)early Departed CD is first-rate. And great art requires looking at the dark side.
Speaking of looking, here's the photo Christy took. That round spot in the upper right hand corner? That wasn't there.
I came home and took a long shower, trying to wash off the creepy feeling. But I wouldn't have missed this
That's the thing about this project. I'd written all day--pushing, pushing my brain to be funnier, wittier and more original--then spent the evening at rehearsal for HOLIDAZED. It was cold, I was tired. My instinct was to pack it in. But I knew I couldn't pass up this opportunity, which turned out to be an experience unlike any other I've had this year.
Once again, the lesson learned: if you want your life to be interesting, you must go looking for it.