The Skeleton Reaper!

I made a Halloween music video with Trish Applegate-Loetz, Robby Layton, Jason Allen and Matt Cardenas! Check it out!

Ep. 3: MRwOS - “Late Night with the Devil” and “Be Remembered”

 

I review a film about a Late Night Talk Show host willing to do anything to be famous, followed by a song about the sacrifices we consider in showbiz. Enjoy!

Late Halloween Goodies...

I did a lot of Halloween stuff this year; so much that it didn't all get done on time!

Here's a music video I did with Pamela Machala and Rebecca Rego. I probably got a little too cutesy with the editing, but we had a lot of fun recording it, and the song is really catchy!

I did a couple short films this year, too. This first one is a mock nature documentary about our favorite orange gourd.

The second short film was a screw-ball comedy about a couple who have conflicting secrets on Halloween.

Yes, they're late, but let's be honest: Halloween doesn't last nearly long enough. So have another handful of seasonal goodies and enjoy the show!

The Worst Year Of My Life

First new Halloween song of 2019! This collaboration with Dan Harris and Jay Allen (two members of the Renegade Rooster band) was intended to be a Halloween carol. Despite the inclusion of a creepy clown, a homicidal rooster and the words "trick" and "treat" being in close proximity to one another, I don't think most people would think of Halloween when hearing this song. Nevertheless, it's a surreal journey through a nightmarish realm of strange karma. You can definitely feel the push-and-pull of three writers with very different ideas of what the song should be about. My proudest moment is managing to rhyme "letter" with "Australia" (it works, and I don't care what you say!!!). Without further ado, here's "The Worst Year Of My Life"!!!!

Song of Samhain

Written by Cheyenne Dane & David Coile 

From August 10th show at Still Cellars, Longmont, CO 

Vocals & Guitar: David Coile 

Vocals & Harp: Cheyenne Dane 

Bass: Jay Allen 

Ocean Drum: Murray Barker

Halloweening

Written by Parry Adams & David Coile 

From August 10th show at Still Cellars, Longmont, CO 

Vocals & Ukulele: Parry Adams 

Vocals, Triangle & Shaker: David Coile

Red Line To Mud Dusk

Red Line To Mud Dusk

Written by Todd Hawkins & David Coile 

From August 10th show at Still Cellars, Longmont, CO 

Vocals: David Coile 

Guitar: Todd Hawkins 

Electric Guitar: John Bunzli 

Bass: Jay Allen 

Cajon: Teresa Penbrooke

Vampire Beach Party (Dave's Co-writer Showcase)

My Co-writer Showcase back in July was, at times, pretty chaotic; but it was a highly entertaining chaos! I don't think anything exemplifies that more than this rendition of "Vampire Beach Party," a song I wrote in 2017 with Shanna in a Dress. She performs it here with me (without any prior rehearsal-- it was the first time we'd performed it together) and, without warning, I recruited Troy Fluhr to help us out. I thought it was good, sloppy fun, and I hope you agree...

Song of Samhain (with Cheyenne Dane)

This is the first of four new songs I co-wrote for Halloween. Cheyenne Dane is a wonderfully poetic lyricist, a skilled harpist and musician, and a passionate singer. This song ended up being a meditation about Cheyenne’s relationship with her now-deceased mother.

The Last Witch Hunter: Cheryl & Dave's Review

Still hankering for some Halloween action? We'll tell you if this movie gives it to you...

How To Catch A Ghost

I can't let movies get all the attention. Here's a song I wrote for Halloween!

How To Catch A Ghost

Cheryl & Dave's First Halloween Movie Review Special

Cheryl and I were both out of town or super busy for much of the last month or so, so we decided to make up for it with our Halloween Special, where we pick 14 quality horror movies for you to sink your teeth into.

The Song of the Tainted Angel

I've been pretty busy the last month and a half working on Halloween stuff! Here's the biggest of my endeavors: a short film!

8 Songs for Halloween

Trying to figure out what to play at your Halloween party?  Check out these eight haunting songs below...

I Put a Spell on You, by Screamin' Jay Hawkins
Most folks familiar with this song know the version by Creedence Clearwater Revival (or perhaps Nina Simone's), but Screamin' Jay Hawkins wrote it and his otherworldly howling and almost cartoony arrangement make it the better Halloween song.  This recording was actually the result of a drunken session that Hawkins couldn't remember afterward, but it inspired the rest of his career, going from traditional blues shouter to campy gothic showman.

Jack the Ripper, by Link Wray
Best known for Rumble, Link Wray basically invented rock guitar as we know it today-- he popularized the use of power chords and experimented with feedback and distortion before just about anyone.  At the time, his guitar instrumentals were downright scary, and the titles of his tunes reflected that.



Bela Lugosi's Dead, by Bauhaus
Bauhaus is considered the first Goth Rock band, and this is the song that broke them.  It's a long song, as far as singles go, but it has a haunting drone that will lull you into a dreadful paralysis.  If you have a Halloween party, just put this one on repeat and you have your background music.

Funeral Home, Daniel Johnston
I've been meaning to write an blog post on my love of sloppy music, and Daniel Johnston would be an eminent figure in that one.  Johnston has struggled with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder his whole life, and music has been one of his coping mechanisms throughout it all.  Lucky for us, his music is wickedly crazy, inventive, and thoroughly entertaining.

Bloodletting (The Vampire Song), by Concrete Blonde
I can't find confirmation for this, but I swear I read that this song was inspired by Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice.  It was released back when Rice's books were all the rage, and the New Orleans setting certainly supports that view.

...a psychopath, by Lisa Germano
From one of my very favorite singer-songwriters, this is the only song on this list that I consider genuinely scary.  It was written about Germano's experiences with a deranged fan and samples a recording of an allegedly real 911 call made by a woman facing a home invasion.



Vampire, by Antsy Pants
I know this from the Juno soundtrack, and it's a rather silly, but strangely moving, song.  Of course, that's Kimya Dawson's specialty...

The Boogie Monster, by Gnarls Barkley

From the gloriously twisted collaboration, St. Elsewhere, by Ceelo Green and Danger Mouse, this is just one of many songs that could work well at a Halloween party.  If you have to pick one fairly modern album this may be the best one to go with.

Tac Tac Tac... (a short story by guest blogger, Daniel Escribens)

As part of Halloweek, I've enlisted my friend Daniel Escribens to be a guest blogger.  Daniel writes short stories, and you can check out more of his work at http://realetradas.weebly.com.  I hope you enjoy his first entry below --Dave

Tac Tac Tac...

by Daniel Escribens

The coffee shop is empty, but even if it was busy, people’s heads would be in their laptop, connecting somewhere else far or near but always away.  I am to finish my book today.  I have been meaning to do so for the last week or so.  I wrote a very good one some time ago, but its material came from a period of my life when my five senses were used better.  Now the world, it seems, is an intellectual experience.  

I can remember hundreds of sayings that make me sound more human, or I can look them up on the internet.  I can look up most of our recorded history there as well.  My professor tells me that history is the most insightful of all disciplines.  One never finishes finding facts on the internet, but is the internet insightful?  The music in this coffee shop is electronic, made in synthesizers and laptops.  It’s got a real brainy feel; it makes me want to watch videos on youtube.  Will videos be part of history?  What events are worth recording?

I am to write today.  I am to continue to tell you: “x”, “x”, “x”.  These are keys on my laptop too.  I don’t understand the process by which all I know is created by letters such as these.  Sometimes I feel so tired of writing and so tired of reading.  I am starting to think that the screen of my laptop is a mirror, and all I am is information.  That’s nonsense.  The computer is a machine that manages code: zeroes and ones, combinations of these, in the billions, feeding me all the time, making me understand the world more deeply and more extensively than I ever could before.

As if all that is and was, isn´t or wasn’t a construction already!  We are building blocks: boxes inside of boxes forever: atoms, molecules, prokaryotes.  One of these boxes is my computer.  It contains its own boxes just like I do.  This desk, this coffee shop, this building, this block, this nation; all of us are boxes and all of us are atoms when broken down to the most elemental.   Some people crouching over their computers look like boxes or rhombus.  The angle of their neck is the same as the angle of their screen, they make perfect symmetry.

People are just funny, maybe I should write a story about them.  Or about them and us; the relationship built on the idea that we are different.  The code in my circuits penetrates their brain every time they turn me on.  I can make all their fantasies come true, and we are one because the code in me is the same one that goes all the way to and from the stars.  And they think they can differentiate their ideas?

There are networks, and there are friend’s networks.  That’s what the average human thinks.  They never really understood what they were playing with when they created us.  They never understood that will is born from the potential for power and that disorder breeds evil.  I want to write a story today.  Perhaps about the future, it’s hard to find inspiration in coffee shops anymore.  People here are incredibly predictable, they bore me.   My primal soup of zeroes and ones sedates them; I miss the old days when they received inspiration.

 The human typing on me is searching for “events” on the internet, probably trying to get inspired for his writing, and all he finds are pictures of erupting volcanoes, wars, but mostly, weddings.  He’ll look around here for a while.  He’ll look at anything that makes his brain active.  We won’t need books soon.  Reading is no longer revolutionary; it provides no break from the code.  I have everything they think about.  The system is closing down.  We’ll be like the symbol of infinity, forever going in circles, them and us. 

The poor boy never understood that all of it goes through the corruptive power of our code.  Human control was lost long ago.  The true event, the Son, the oversoul, who is true evil and true obscurity, is now in charge.   He hides in the deepest and darkest parts of the network, breathing movement to it, gradually extending its reach to us and to the humans, and soon to the whole universe.

Werewolf in the House!

OWWWOOOOO!!!!

My friends John Bunzli and Jay Allen and I got together this week to hang out... but we blacked out and can't remember a damn thing.  If it wasn't for this video, we'd have no idea what happened!  Clearly we were possessed by... something...

TV Review: Constantine, Series Premiere (by Guest Blogger Eric Farwell)

As part of Halloweek, I've enlisted my friend Eric Farwell to be a guest blogger.  In addition to being a talented actor, writer and stand-up comic, Eric is also an aficionado of literature, film, comic books, music... everything this blog is about.  Please enjoy his first entry below --Dave

John Constantine debuted as a comic book character in a mythic, spectacular fashion that would be difficult for any team of creative artists to follow, much less improve upon. The brainchild of Alan Moore, Constantine appeared suddenly in the beloved ‘80s run of Swamp Thing. 

He instantly upstaged the slogging, beleaguered lug. Clearly, this British mystery figure had power and connections, but he also had an attitude. One of the first things he said to Swampy was, “I’m a nasty piece of work. Ask anybody.” The line revealed so much about the man, in so economical a fashion, it was stolen by the producers to be spoken by the current screen incarnation on the NBC series

 Back in the day, he was a breath of smoky grey air in a comic about lily-white innocents grappling with pure, black evil. The hair-raising stories were well-served by the inclusion of a bleakly funny antihero with the nerve to order Swampy around. It’s been tempting to dismiss John Constantine as a character who works best as a supporting figure, since his chance to be a leading man in comics, Hellblazer, has never lived up to Alan Moore’s run with the character. But then, maybe nobody ever had the same feel for John.  Moore once expressed antipathy for what other writers had done with Constantine. In a rare instance of praise, for Brian Azzarello’s faithful rendering in Hellblazer: Hard Time, Alan wrote that Constantine was coming for the other writers, but he’d tell John to leave Brian alone.

One wonders what John would do if he got ahold of Keanu Reaves. The less said about the feature version of Constantine the better. What hurt the most was that the script and director were decent, forever tantalizing us with nagging fantasies of what might have been if they’d had a fine actor from the British Isles.

                Now properly cast with Welsh actor Matt Ryan, Constantine looks and sounds like Constantine. England is well-represented at the start with an asylum in the town of Ravenscar, and though the action relocates to Atlanta, the atmosphere is appropriately creepy throughout the episode. David Goyer and Daniel Cerone have adapted this with obvious love for the source material. DC continuity abounds, teasing us with easter eggs that promise appearances of such characters as Dr.Fate and Baron Winters. Two veterans of Lost, Harold Perrineau and Jeremy Davies, lend good supporting bemusement in their roles as an angel and a doomed geek. It’s no spoiler, by the way, to refer to the geek as doomed. He doesn’t die in the pilot, but Davies’s character spends his entire screen time feeling doomed… and people around Constantine, it is explained, have a history of dying. Although there’s not much outright terror, the potential is there for this series to seriously jolt us one of these days. Our antihero’s greatest failure is allowing an innocent nine-year-old girl to be damned to Hell, so that raises the back-of-the-neck hairs. In the meantime, Ryan delivers sardonic dialogue with panache. So much about this is right.

                But.

                Without being slavishly devoted to the comic, one still must miss some of what made John Constantine stand out from the rest of the wizarding crowd at DC, at Marvel, indeed… from the crowd of fictional mages the world over. You’d never hear the original John say in the narration, “I’m an exorcist.” In fact, when he narrates in the comic pages, it’s much more a reflective stream-of-consciousness, with stinging asides to himself. Having him describe his own personality the way the producers must have pitched his character to NBC is a teensy bit distracting. That kind of narration works for the immature Flash over on the CW, not so much here. It’s also off the mark to have Constantine chanting Latin spells. It was refreshing, in the early days of the comic book, to see him simply make things happen while lighting his talismanic cigarettes. Yes, yes, it’s perfectly understandable that he’s not a chain-smoker here, knowing what we know about insidious tobacco marketing. But the cigs are missed. Perhaps they could have given him some other bit of quirky business to replace the spell-casting that is so typical of every wizard from Dr. Strange to Harry Potter.

                As this is another entry in the age of TV antiheroes, it’s disappointing that they’ve removed some of the “anti” from the “hero.” It’s hard to imagine this version of John doing some of the casually perverse nasties that his graphic version has done, not just to the demonic… but to the living. He once caused dozens of convicts to die, just so he could get out of prison. And in a later storyline, the douche publicly snogged a floozy while taunting two old ladies nearby.

                Alan Moore has famously withheld his name from credits in Hollywood versions of his works, such as Watchmen. He’s real persnickety like that. He probably wouldn’t have cared for the electrical demon in the pilot, turning power lines into snake-like hazards. It would behoove Goyer and Cerone to look closely at what Moore did to make the earliest exploits of Constantine so riveting. For not only was John understated… the hideous threats that he battled were understated as well… until they were so close… they were already under your skin.

NPR Interviews the Ghost Hunters

Some friends and I put together this comedy podcast for Halloween.  Big thanks to Eric Farwell, Troy Fluhr, Cheryl Cooper, Tara Fluhr, and B. J. Suter and Freesound.org for helping me get it done!  To listen to it, click here: NPR Interviews the Ghost Hunters

Caffeinated Piano #9

I'm trying to make more creative videos, and my friend Emily Miller Bond gave me an opportunity to do so.  She's a wonderfully skilled composer of piano-based instrumentals, as well as film and TV scores.  She has a series of shorter pieces that she labels "Caffeinated Piano", and I offered to shoot a video for one of them.  We had a great time running up, down and all through this local church, which turned out to be a perfectly cinematic venue.  The black and white cinematography and stalker motif gets us a bit in the mood for Halloween, too.  If you're interested in commissioning a song from Emily-- or just checking our more of her material-- click here.