Back in the 1980’s, when I first got into watching horror films and reading horror novels etc., people always asked ‘why do you watch/read that stuff?’

I was a total addict to everything horror too, I brought all the magazines I could afford, I’d hit the local video shops up for free posters. I started buying soundtracks, which I’d play on an old standalone record player, one with a arm that held the record, before dropping it onto the turntable.

I’d already been listening to Mike Oldfield, and Tangerine Dream LPs when I brought my first couple of OST – The Burning by Rick Wakeman, and Friday the 13th part 3 by Harry Manfredini – both from a used record store that had once been a video rental shop.

I soon progressed to collecting John Carpenter albums, and pretty much got to the point where I’d see the movie, buy the t-shirt, LP, and film tie-in, if they were available and I could afford to.

All this led up to the inevitable, how can you sleep with all those gory pictures on your walls?

Simple, I don’t know about you but I tend to sleep with my eyes closed.

Sadly, the same old question was asked regarding the music scores… how do you listen to that, it’s depressing ( my mother’s review of The Thing OST). These days no one really questions my love of all things horror, and although it was so very annoyed at the time, I miss the questionable looks from the folks with all the questions.