What The Scarecrow Sees
Keep up to date with what’s happening in my world, from art projects to the weird and wonderful.
Some of you will recognise the name of this monstrous sporting outfit in only the vaguest of senses. That’s because I’ve only had the vaguest idea myself of what it is and I made it up!
The Hollowhill All-stars started out as a springboard (pun most definitely intended) for a series of T-shirts I had in my head. I always thought it would be cool to have teams made up of creatures of the night – vampires, Frankenstein’s monster and his brothers and sisters, werewolves and their ilk, competing in devilish games night after night.
Three teams have taken to the field so far – The Howlin’ Wolfmen, The Fiendish Frankies and The Transylvania Drac Pack with many more to follow in their wake.
“DIY or die Kev, DIY or die!” That’s what a friend of mine always used to proclaim whenever my band played at punk festivals. More often than not, it was this same man who had organised said gigs so he knew what he was talking about. Well, I took it to heart…
It wasn’t only him who helped instill the DIY mentality in me, my parents are and have always been coming up with inventive and creative ways of getting things done and I grew up realising that the best way to do something is to just DO IT.
For everyone who knows me and I do mean everyone, the subject matter for this blog will come as no surprise. It’s October so it can mean only one thing, I’ve gone Hallowe’en crazy. For a lot of people, Christmas is the highlight of the year but not for me, it comes in as a pale second to the 31st October – All Hallow’s Eve.
Over the past two years my love for the witching season has begun to creep into my art, well, creep is putting it mildly, it’s crawling all over it and I think the formation of horror punks, Cadaver Club has only encouraged and sped along that process. The whole idea of Cadaver Club is rooted in Hallowe’en. We dress up in deathly costumes and write songs that would breathe new life into the coldest of corpses. We take great pleasure in writing nasty, cruel lyrics and stitching them onto the best hand clapping, toe tapping, finger snapping punk rock we can come up with. If it doesn’t have a tune we bury it.