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ABOUT CLASSIC HORRORS CLUB

Nothing makes you feel older than when the music you loved as a kid is referred to as “oldies.” When people talk about the 80s and 90s like they were the “good old days,” I simply shake my head. Yeah, the 80s were great, but I find myself longing more and more for the late 60s and 70s. Popular “retro” today isn’t retro at all for me.

Born at the very end of the Baby Boomers and the very beginning of Generation X, it’s always been hard for me to identify completely with either generation. While I’m fond of many eras, my formative years were the late 1960s through the early 1980s as I moved up through grade school, junior high and high school.

 

I was, and am, a “Monster Kid,” one of the children who literally ran home after school to watch Dark Shadows, even though when I saw House of Dark Shadows in the movie theater, I was so scared I had to ask my aunt if we could leave. I stayed up late (or tried) watching Sleepwalker's Matinee with Count Gregore on Friday nights.

I saw Taste the Blood of Dracula and Trog at the drive-in and begged my parents so incessantly to see Escape from the Planet of the Apes that they dropped me off at the movie theater by myself. I built the Aurora models, carried "A Pictorial History of Horror Movies" to school with me, and loved Kolchak: The Night Stalker on TV.

​My goal with Classic Horrors Club is to express love for what I consider the truly “classic” era of horror-related genres and sub-genres. The tagline is, “From silent screen to Halloween, and everything scary in between,” which is meant to represent popular media from the dawn of horror to its high noon with Halloween in 1978.

Join me on this journey as I navigate what I call "The 5 Ages of Classic Horror:" The Silent Age, The Golden Age, The Atomic Age, The Psychological Age, and The Occult Age." We can all do research and I probably don't have anything new to discover, but I have one thing absolutely unique: my opinion. I hope you enjoy reading it...

Jeff Owens

 

 

Dedicated to the best father a monster kid could ever have:

Gene W. Owens
Jan. 23, 1940 - Aug. 20, 2018

When I told my father I wanted to set my alarm to wake up at midnight so I could watch The Ghost of Frankenstein on Sleepwalker’s Matinee with Count Gregor, he asked, “Why?  They speak pig Latin.”  At that age, I didn’t know if he was being serious or not, and when I groggily began watching the movie despite his warning, I half-expected to find English subtitles.

This is one of the first Monster Kid experiences that I remember, and I’m so grateful today that I have a memory of Dad associated with it. I’ll never forget you, Dad.  I love you.