One funny thing about being a journalist is being part of so much — and yet so little. You get to meet just about everyone and see just about everything, but you’re helping tell the story, not helping it unfold. You’re constantly walking through the world with a thin, invisible layer of armor — whether you want it or not.
I felt a tug of this at Saturday’s “Enchantment Under the Beard Dance” — the Dixie Beard and Mustache Society’s “hirsute” homecoming. The little fundraiser was fun and successful, with tons of fuzzy fellows and women in sparkly sequins (and even a few fake mustaches). At first, I felt this doubt take hold of me, the same worries I had in high school about not fitting in or not having anyone to dance with. As I snapped pictures, little flickers of fear ran through me telling me I didn’t quite belong. But then, like sitcom magic, it was swiftly resolved, with many friendly folks introducing themselves to me, buying me drinks and even asking me to dance. I was ushered into the fold, if only for a few, ’80s-infused minutes. It still wasn’t my party, but I was having a ball.
Do you feel like losing yourself this week? Here are a few possibilities.
The real hallmark of zombies is their relentlessness. They just keep coming, with one goal is mind, and no need to stop or pause. That kind of sounds like how Eric S. Brown writes — to the delight of his fans. The local horror star has released dozens of books over the last few years, and many of them have been wildly successful in the small, niche community that is fringy horror. Not surprisingly, Brown is at it again, and this time he’s created his first novelization of a movie.
“Boggy Creek: The Legend is True” is a remake of a classic horror flick, and now Brown has morphed it into a book. You can get a peek at the novella — and inside Brown’s head — at 6:30 p.m. this coming Monday, Oct. 29, at Blue Ridge Books. Call 456-6000 if you’re hungry to know more.
If I’ve learned anything from living across the street from the Women of Waynesville’s headquarters, it’s that these ladies know how to throw quite the party. Put on your Halloween finest and see what I mean this Friday night at “Nightmare on East Street,” starting at 7:30 at the Twin Maples Farmhouse, at 143 East St. in Waynesville. In a large scale, WOW is looking to make a difference in this town, but on a smaller scale, this lovely group of women is also looking to have a good time. Won’t you join them?
Their upcoming party will include music by DJ Todd Dionne of 105.9 FM, as well as a costume contest, where the winner gets a free cruise for two the Bahamas. Each $15 ticket includes food and one drink — and a much-needed opportunity to cut lose. Call 400-2474 or 452-7837 for tickets.
Gobble up ‘Ghosts and Goblets’
In my opinion, you’re never too old to celebrate Halloween. I’m happy to report that the folks at the Shelton House feel the same. This Saturday’s “Ghosts and Goblets” storytelling event has plenty for kiddos to do, but it also features stories that are geared toward grown ups.
Storytellers Mary Ann Enloe, Cliff Hannah and Malinda Messer will deliver the goosebump-inducing tales, while Anita Pruett will add traditional tunes and campfire songs to the night. Treats, sweets and drinks will be available.
For more information, call 452-1551.
Merry Moogfest, everyone
I’ll be honest that I often haven’t heard of the bands at Moogfest, Asheville’s annual homage to electronica. But this year’s two-day festival is different, mainly because of one morose man. Stephin Merritt heads The Magnetic Fields, playing this Saturday, and as I see it, a ticket to the festival is worth it just for him.
He’s a master of melancholia, with songs so insightfully sad that you know exactly what they’re all about from the title alone (“I Don’t Want Get Over You,” “I Thought You Were My Boyfriend,” anyone?).
I’ve been listening to his deep voice and dark outlook for years. The chance to hear it in person sounds too delightfully dreary to pass up.
For more information and tickets to Moogfest, visit www.moogfest.com.