The Fear Of Poetry

Narraptor's challenge has gone from looming over me to making active threats. This is because I have located an authentic lost story from my distant past. It was written from sheer boredom, in a variety of colored inks, and it has a monster or two.

It is also the first time I had ever written poetry.

I have to try even harder to dredge up something that is at the very least, "forgivably awful."

Narraptor brought up the problem with Nightmare Before Christmas covers, in that very few of them work. A case in point is that a new edition of the soundtrack has been put out, featuring a second CD with random people covering half of the songs, and some demo versions by Danny Elfman.

You don't need to bother. It feels like a tribute album that gave up halfway in the making, once they heard the initial offerings. The only song I'm partial to is the blandgoth rendition of Kidnap The Sandy Claws, and that's from the part of my brain that enjoys undefendable music. Meanwhile, Maryiln Manson sings This is Haloween, and Finona Apple sings Sally's Song. It would've been better all around if they'd switched songs.

The demos, meanwhile, aren't anything special. Lower production values, and it's not like hearing Danny Elfman singing most of the lines is anything unusual.

Oh, and the movie's out, in 3-D. The effect is much more subtle than you might expect. For one thing, there is very little kinetic action going on that crosses viewing planes.