Another good news/bad news posting. Our podcast feed is back online.
But while we were fixing that, there is one less person working in the lab. Bobby “Boris” Pickett died yesterday. Long live Boris and “The Monster Mash.”
My first memory of “The Monster Mash” might make you laugh. And maybe it should. I was about five or six years old. One Saturday morning, the day’s joyful shockwave of cartoons had played out. I was basically flipping channels and landed on KNTV-11, one of the local stations in San Jose. The screen was dark. A single beige rectangle framed an antique gramaphone. Then a guy in a gorilla suit stepped into view. A sensitive and sheltered child, I feared for that gramaphone’s safety. But the gorilla put the needle down on the record. And to my innocent horror, the gorilla started dancing to “The Monster Mash.”
It was the opening for a monster movie show. I don’t remember what it was called. It scared the bejeezus outta five-year-old me. And it just seems funny now.
When Halloween comes around, raise a glass to Boris and tell ’em Gorey sent you.