We Grew Up in a Fucking Magical Place

So recently Woodstock has suffered a tremendous loss. Just seeing the outpouring of love and togetherness that I also used to experience in Woodstock growing up is really truly a beautiful thing.  I have seen people pop up that I haven’t heard from in years I took a drive to Cooper Lake today while blasting Blind Faith’s “Can’t find my way home,” and I realized the root of some of my sadness is that I’m constantly trying to recreate isn’t necessarily connected to one soul, but a time, an era and everything that came with it. Our lives were tremendously care free, feel good and “live you life times.”  A time when we all took care of each other, when life was much more simple.  Although I was not ever super close to Matt Robb, we were friends and I definitely recall many days in the band room or orchestra room as I was a violin geek (still am), and at rehearsals and gigs for the band. Amy Flint and Purdey T Darrow were always around Jenn Sirico was usually somewhere… One time you guys played at a party on Sawkill for Oblivion Grin. I had special birthday cake, woke up in the yard the next day. I once smoked a lucky charm out of a homemade bong. I rocked a “Mama Said Knock You Out” ring and drove my first car, the ganjamobile.  We were all just feeling good and being ALIVE and even at 44 years old, I have so many to thank for those times and they are the best memories of my life, so young, so wild and so carefree.
Crazy how we couldn’t wait to grow up, not realizing that at the time that it didn’t get better than it was. Crazy times. But that’s what I think we’re maybe missing in out hearts these days and although I am beyond sad about Matt, I see a lot of people reliving some pretty tremendous memories.  I see unity. I see names popping up from long ago and all of this has sent my brain into memory lane overdrive.  I absolutely adore reading everyone’s memories as I know I’m not the only one that feels the way I do. I feel right at home, like I am. I can feel the love flowing, and it’s a beautiful thing.  I snapped this at Cooper Lake today while reading everyone’s posts, and thinking about Matt, and all of my Onteoran family, reminiscing. It was drizzling when I arrived and then the sun slowly started creeping out into the magnificent sky from behind the clouds and just being there, I felt so much love and such a sense of belonging.  I’d like to think that the sun was Matt peeking out and saying hello to all of us. Like I told Purdey earlier, “we grew up in such a magical fucking place man.” Every morning from now on, I will spend a few moments each day being grateful for the memories and the ones who helped to make them. I will think of memories and bask in their joy. If I see any of you instead of acting shy and not recognizing you because it might be awkward and I have anxiety, I will say hello and highly encourage everyone to do the same with me and each other! Just love each other. We will mourn together and we will heal together. Sending so much love out to everyone!
PS: I started to tag just a few people, but it’s by no means a complete list. Love you guys.
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Latest introspective from me, Scarlet.
Silence your inner demons once and for all!

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 Why is it that so many of the souls I am so very blessed to come into contact with on a daily basis seem to lack belief in themselves? Yes my beloved Grueheads I am speaking to you. I may come across as Scarlet Genesis, companion of Keeper of the Crimson Quill, oozing confidence from every pore all day, all night, and a natural-born leader, but let me assure you this is not always the case. I love y’all too damned much to ever tell any lies. I scribe brutally honestly and unapologetically, I feel it only fair to warn you that true to mirroring life, things aren’t always as they appear. Surprised? I thought not.

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Keeper honors a true blue, true grue, original Gruehead…
Peter Kidder ❤

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As you will be aware, there is nothing that pleases me more than to pay it forward. Increasingly of late it has been my intention to celebrate some of the phenomenal talent currently percolating in the horror industry. Should a project resonate or an individual do the same then I will happily sing praise and pledge my allegiance to their cause. Recently I have scribed a number of articles based on spreading the love for those who fit the bill. However, I am always mindful of my roots, and the gentleman I wish to discuss today has been a Gruehead since the very start.

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Peter Kidder is a glorious soul and many of you would already have had the pleasure of interacting with him via Twitter. Day after day he spreads the love and has never once has he been anything less than…

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I love nothing more than a good breakdown. There are 26 letters in our fine alphabet and each possess an infinite of different uses. Here is my A-Z of what makes a Gruehead. Alas, I cannot pledge my solemn oath that some won’t be ludicrous in the extreme but, should you be reading this now, then a fair clutch at least should resonate. So, without further a do or don’t, let’s dig a little deeper beneath the veneer shall we?

A is for Appraisal

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It is all too easy knocking another for their willingness to put themselves out there and we’re all culpable of being critical on some level. When I dissect a piece of art which somebody has placed out there in the public domain; my first consideration is not to rummage for fault and instead to search for the positives. It…

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Do yourselves a favor and check out 20 Seconds to Live. It will not disappoint!

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Twenty seconds isn’t a great deal of time. The elderly can stretch out one continuous stream of flatulence for longer and any prematurely ejaculating keen masturbators amongst us would already be on damage limitation duties by the time this particular bell has tolled. When you think of it, Sadako from Ringu was actually a rather generous incubus by affording whomever watched her VHS cassette seven days to complete their bucket lists. By comparison, twenty seconds seems downright measly. If a clock appeared in the corner of my screen denoting the final one-third of a minute of my existence then I would likely either succumb to a burst embolism or come over all Seppuku and simply end it all before death had the satisfaction of claiming me.

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“The reason why Kipp’s name may not be on your lips at this time is that his trajectory is remarkably different from so many other adept film-makers trying to make their name in the industry right now. He is nothing short of prolific and his résumé reflects this as he has already directed 23 films in a career spanning fifteen years. However, despite being assistant director on a number of full-length features, he has carved his niche around small intimate projects which clearly have personal attachment to him. During this time, he has established himself as one of the most technically gifted professionals on the circuit and showcased his unique eye for the smallest detail, captured quite brilliantly by his inquisitive lens. His camera can supply significance to something which could otherwise be considered inconsequential and make it relevant. He’s an optical poet.”

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Release Date: October 30, 2014 (USA)
Sub-Genre: Supernatural, Mystery
Country of Origin: United States
Budget: $7,000
Running Time: 11 minutes
Director: Jeremiah Kipp
Producers: Joseph Fiorillo, Jeremiah Kipp, Lauren Rayner
Screenplay: Joseph Fiorillo
Cinematography: Brian Dilg
Sound Design: Roman Chimienti
Editing: Ben Jurin
Studio: Lauren Rayner Productions
Stars: Lukas Hassel, Robin Rose Singer, Cristina Doikos, Lauren Fox

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