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"Judge not A Man by his merits in life, But, by what he is remembered by..."-Vincent Price R.I.P:May 27,1911-October25,1993.

My Dearest Boils and Ghouls...
*Sighs*...Well...I am afraid that if you are looking for a Journal entry to engulf yourself into...I should warn you...This is a Journal to mark Today, Just any other day really...The Stars are out, Twilight will soon engulf the sky...And 11 years ago today...Right between the hours of when I am now writing this...The Horror Film Community, The Arts Social Microcosm, and many other eclectic types of people Lost ouselves One of THEE Last Truly Great Rennaissance Men; Vincent Price...As if you ALL didn't already know that...I have only been talkin about it, ESPECIALLY in "The Abominable Apothecary" where I have started a page...A few short days after I started the group actually, I immediately commended my thoughts and answered some questions about why I personally have been affected by this Great Man in a very deep and intimate manner...It was Imperative to me...Almost akin to smashing The token Bottle of Champagne on a Great Ships Hull for the Maiden Voyage...as it is casted away into the Ocean. I Blessed the group with what he had Blessed upon me what I can never repay or bestow upon him myself, at least, not to the degree of MY satifaction in This plane of Existence.
However, having that said, There is also acceptance...the acceptance that we ALL must Live out our Fate, and perish when our time has come. I have always chosen to celebrate a friends life, when they have been taken by an Overdose, Disease, or any other one of a billion ways we all go. For me though...I have a theory...One that answered a question in my mind that I had been mulling over since that fateful day 11 years ago this 25th of October...
"Why did he let go 6 Days before Samhain/All Hallows Eve/Hallowe'en??!?"
I believe I have been given the answer, Through years of thought, and the quote aformentioned above that has given a Clue to as Why this has been a mystery to me...Why he indeed allowed himself to lay his weary bones down & finally, succumb to Lung Cancer SO Close to Our Sacred Yearly Celebration of Death and Re-Birth, when the portals between the world of the Living, and the Plane of the Dead, Open freely to remind us all that although we die...We are never truly dead...only another step beyond.
This theory has come to me many times before on this day, and each year, I seem to feel more & more confident in it, and it is THIS that I am going to reveal to you all now, As I know I am amongst many types of Beliefs, and I shall now bear open my Psychic Solution, then perhaps you may understand why the quote I chose from oh-so many to support my thoughts, as silly, smart, or simply stupid as you may feel it to be...It just may apply to questions you will find yourselves asking your minds someday about someone you care for, as I do with Vincent...
As with every Hallowe'en season...the one great thing that we can ALWAYS count on, is not only Candy & Cruddy,Cheap plastic store bought costumes on Kiddies, But The Almighty Horror Film, and the powers of it to lure even the lesser of all Horror Flick fans to thier box of vision to watch the Late-Greats in The Classics...We KNOW that during the next week...we can ALWAYS count on seeing The Hypnotizing powers of the Eyes of Bela, Whipping blank-faced Slave Zombies with the smile and presence of a great Hungarian Wolf before he tricks you into taking off your little Red Riding Hood, and getting into bed with him, as he uses those powers that "only a Hungarian Man Posesses" . Then there is ALWAYS the Bold & Able, Lurid face of The Master of The perfect Meld of Facial contortion and Natural, Eerily Endowed Boris, who gave life to many of our conceptions of Frankensteins Monster, to The Great Mummy...He is also always a sure All Hallows eve must. But The one of them all that was my Everyday Enchantment was The Tzar of Terror, The man who is credited to being the first to do such things as induldge in LSD for the first time on screen in "The Tingler" and again, the first to be seen smoking an Opium Pipe on Film in "Confessions of An Opium Eater" and even the First to be honored in the first H.P.Lovecraft body of work to be given the Corman Treatment on film, in, "The Haunted Palace" in which he also gains Double credit for being also the first to bellow The Necronimicons Words and Ritual to an audience that if knew better would of surely saw him in a much Darker light than the darkest light he already was Master of. Yes...Hallowe'en Season was officially started when you began, (Just like Daffodills and Rain are how we recognize that Spring Has Sprung)seeing them...The Horror Films Heralded in the coming of All Hallows Eve. Usually it was always within the very last week before the Annual celebration...They would start to be played like Clockwork, as if the Mighty Timespiece of Judas Iscarot's Coined Pendulum was what was responsible for such perfect timing...There was ALWAYS the Good Ol Classics, THAT...was more reliable to count on for The Timeless Tradition of Spook Stories, both Visual or any other outlet we have for our souls to be filled with. THAT, is why I believe that he was lying in wait for his Demise...He needed to see, just one last time as an 82 year old Iconoclast of Affright, that his Films had one last time in his Long Seasoned Surreal existence, He had witnessed his image proudly heralding in this Celebration of Ghastly Seduction, That he lived in complete full hedonistic Debauch, Loving All he did, & Doing All he Loved...
Alas...I am just another Fool, Perhaps...A misguided child who found her Destiny in the eyes of a strange, tall beguiling Man..Whose eyes screamed in Terror when his beloved Wax figures are burning in flames, surrounding and engulfing His Precious, 'Price'less (HaHa! I know...I HAD to!! )Works of Art, destroyed in front of his ice blue eyes...and That is ALL it took for this 7 year old to know there would NEVER be another.
Well...That 7 year old is crying inside today...not out of loss..but because of the sheer energy that he STILL permeates through all types of current we recieve images by these days...I admit...I mourn...Although, I also solemnize, praise, commemorize and rejoice in his accomplishments in All he touched...Gold is the appropriate colour for THIS lifemask that I now hold, as I know he really indeed touched his face into the precious mold that created this invaluable piece of My Horror History in these cold, yet alive hands of mine.
Another year in The Boneyard my Love...Another year closer to taking my own step beyond...I can only minister to you, and ALL of your Brethren in Black, I only hope THIS GoreWhore will continue to satisfy and carry on a True vocation and a Labor of Love...
Rest in Piece, Sweet Vincent...You are one Suave Motherfucker!!! We Love You!!!
SS


R.I.P VINCENT.L.PRICE-- b.May27,1911.--d.October25,1993
As This IS My Samhain/All Hallows Eve Journal...I am just going to Wish You Boils & Ghouls A Frightfully Fun Time in this Celebration!!!

Ocober 27, 2004 Vul'Navian (My Lesser Familiar, My Budgie)Died to a Stray Cat Shredding him...R.I.P Vul'Navian...Rest With Dr.Phibes, as You Should.