Oh, man, an epic one! This was one of the last years Andrew and I went to Halloween at the Castro. Not long after this, it started getting overrun with gangs and fratboys, and then there was a shooting and the city shut the whole thing down for a while. It’s too bad; it was an amazing thing to see.
The title comes from the R. Crumb comic “Where Has It Gone, All the Beautiful Music of Our Grandparents?”, wherein Crumb laments that things used to be one way, and now they’re a different way. You know, like he does.
Jason Thompson’s meat-mask period is a subject to involved to go into here. The flank steak mask wasn’t as bad as the cheese mask, actually.
Andrew and I never have gotten around to doing Wayne and Garth costumes. I’m not really a big Halloween person, to be honest. I prefer holidays where you mostly eat and nap.