Dead Idols and Broken Dreams

At it’s core, this post is about money.

I love David Bowie. I don’t know if I’ve ever talked about David Bowie without saying “I love David Bowie” at some point in the conversation. And yeah, I also thought it sucked that Alan Rickman died. It’s been a sucky week and I think a lot of people were waiting for another let down.

I wasn’t. So it came as a shock to me when I received a HUGE let down. Turns out I don’t follow enough celebrity gossip columns because last December an actor that was pretty important to me died. Brooke McCarter, probably best known, and most important to me for playing Paul in my fave movie of all time, The Lost Boys.


Now, he’s not the first to go. Berhard Hughes died in 2006, Haim died in 2010, and Edward Hermann died in 2014. But this one hits worse for me because of that fucking Lost Boys poster that is still framed on my wall by my dining table and now signed by Corey Feldman. Because getting that poster signed by everyone in it, all the vampires, was like #1 on my unofficial bucket list. Aside from all the things I want for my life, my career, my health and my child… the way some people always dream of going to Paris… that was me and that fucking Lost Boys poster. And now Brooke McCarter has died in Tampa, FL. My own backyard.

And you know why the first line of this post is about money? Maybe you guessed. It’s because money could have gotten me that signature years ago.I couldn’t afford to go to the Lost Boys reunion Cons, or fly out to where one or two of them might be. And now it’s over.

I couldn’t afford to go to a Con in New Orleans this weekend with my daughter so she could meet her own idol, Jeremy Renner. I didn’t even mention it because why put her through that? I can’t afford to take her to a Con in Philadelphia to meet Christopher Lloyd and Michael J Fox. And that’s just the worst examples.

After having to sell my Faith No More ticket and thereby probably selling my only chance to ever see Faith No More live, I thought 2015 was just a long series of suck. I thought I’d left it behind me with the new year, but 2015 managed a whole new way to fuck me again. And this is a let down that’s going to follow me for years.

And now that I’ve finished my rant. My apologies to Brooke McCarter’s family for ranting in the first place. They’re the ones who lost a family member 3 days before Christmas. My sincerest condolences to all of you.



The Last Corey

To fully appreciate this post, I’m going to start at the beginning. We all have celebrity crushes from our teen and pre-teen years. Mine included Christian Slater, River Phoenix, Kiefer Sutherland, Keanu Reeves, and last but not least, Corey Feldman. I saw just about every movie these guys made before 1992. Corey Feldman and Kiefer Sutherland both star in what I claim to be my favorite movie of all time, The Lost Boys.

Some of you might have read my blog post composing an Ode to my Lost Boys poster. Here’s what that picture looks like today.


See that? That is Corey Feldman’s signature. I met him today at the ShockPop Convention in Ft. Lauderdale. And now I’m going to blog this whole experience because this was such a fantastic experience for me. This is a story I’m going to tell for years.

Try holy water, death breath!

The Lost Boys – Why David is not the Villain

Just your friendly neighborhood vampire

During breakfast this morning I went on a tirade about the character David from The Lost Boys.  I saw the movie when I was young and impressionable and I cried at the end when ultimately, the vampire David is killed. My daughter laughed, and so I explained why really, he wasn’t such a bad guy except for the eating people part. I realized I was actually making sense, so here’s why:

1. David was told to make Micheal a vampire by his sire

“Sire” being David’s implied vampire dad, Max. Max wanted to bring Lucy into his family as the mother figure.  He explains this all at the end. If Michael and Sam were turned into vampires, Lucy would readily agree to be turned as well. So it wasn’t David’s idea, he was just… trying to help his dad hook up with the new single mom in town?

I make sense, I swear